Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 397 As Wish Fulfilled Before the Battle
After saying that, he turned to John Wick and said, "Don't be surprised, these are the monsters we deal with every day. They're relatively simple. At least we can easily fight them with modern weapons. The real trouble is those evil spirits."

"But don't worry, we have a complete system in place to deal with this. Once you understand it, you'll realize that the monsters aren't such a big deal. You'll still die if you get killed."

"Moreover, we Apocalypse Warriors, as warriors of God, are not so simple."

"Come on, after we've finished looking around, I'll take you to collect your onboarding benefits."

Subsequently.

As John Wick watched these bizarre monsters wail incessantly under various methods, the slight fear he felt due to their appearance gradually dissipated.

As expected of a warrior of God, he certainly has the skills!
Soon, John Wick received his onboarding benefits.

A vial of medicine, a piece of black jerky, a blue and white fitted uniform, and an identity card.

"This is the latest Type III witchcraft potion, which can greatly improve physical fitness and even slightly extend lifespan. It was researched and produced under the leadership of Ms. Hayley, the head of the group's biopharmaceutical department. Currently, it is only available to a very small number of people; even ordinary Apocalypse Warriors do not have it."

"This is a mutant bio-suit. You can choose a place to put it on, and it will automatically coexist with you. It can not only repair your physical damage, but also assist you in attacking. It is quite useful. Just be careful not to let things like dehydrating agents come into contact with it, or you will be injured."

"I suggest you put it on your shoulder; it's like having multiple arms."

"As for this uniform and ID card, the uniform is a special set that has been blessed by the gods and can help you block some malicious intent. The ID card represents your authority. You are the head of the guards, and you may become the leader of the Apocalypse in the future. Your authority is quite high, and you can get a discount when you exchange items inside."

"Oh right, we haven't talked about the internal exchanges yet, like lifespan, combat power, magic power, money..."

John Wick was mesmerized by the sight of the strange items being presented.

Is this the mystical side?
It's amazing even though I've only just stepped inside.

"By the way, our original daily task was to patrol the various cathedrals, providing support and suppression as needed. However, the boss recently issued an order to rotate a batch of Apocalypse Warriors to the central altar. Get ready, it should be your turn soon. Now, let me show you the workflow..."

John Wick followed Tommy, greedily absorbing the knowledge of the mystical side.

And just as John Wick got what he wanted.

Dr. Honoré, who delivered the perfect potion to Louis, also got his wish.

A small country in Africa.

Africa is a land full of small countries. In fact, although white people can no longer have substantial control over the land after the colonial era, they have left too much behind. Even today, many countries are still influenced or even controlled by white countries.

In order to better control this area and acquire wealth, war became inevitable.

This is how many rebel groups in small African countries came to be.

The situation in Dr. Ono's country was even more complicated. Oil had been discovered on its border with a powerful African nation, and as is well known, oil breeds mold.

Therefore, this small country not only became a source of mold, but also instigated internal strife and supported a tyrant who indiscriminately killed innocent people to the throne.

However, it wasn't entirely without its benefits. The establishment of the mold base boosted the local economy to some extent, even though it was originally taken from them.

And just today.

A momentous event occurred within the Resistance Alliance, formed to fight against invaders, overthrow tyrants, and restore peace to the nation.

“Commander Kagame, look.”

Kagame, who was reading the mysterious little red book from the East, paused, "What's wrong? What's making you so excited?"

I took the newspaper with a surprised look, only to see that it said: Due to international public opinion, the United States has decided to change its military base, and the United Nations, out of humanitarian considerations, will provide free aid to the country of Ruda for the next ten years.

!!!

Kagame was overjoyed. "Is this true?! When did the United Nations become so useful?"

The adjutant's expression turned strange. "Sir, I heard from people on the US side that it seems to be an organization called the Apocalypse Church in their country that did it. I don't know the specifics, but I know that it seems to be a branch of Christianity?"

“The Church of Apocalypse?” Kagame was taken aback. A premonition told him that it might really be related.

"In any case, our country may really be able to get better. Now, all we need to do is deal with that tyrant, and everything can get back on track."

"Yes! We will definitely succeed, for Luda!"

"For Luda!"

The day.

When Ono, who was working hard in the biopharmaceutical division of the Orlando Cano Group, received this good news, he burst into tears. "Thirty years! I have worked hard for this goal for thirty years. Thank God!"

He immediately roused himself and devoted himself fully to the biological experiment at hand.

The Church of Apocalypse's sudden intervention.

This made the Bureau realize the truth, especially Director Smith, who was well aware of his deal with Dr. Ono. Recalling the Raleigh incident above the laboratory, he suspected that the new god had intervened.

A certain guess in my mind gradually became certain.

Perhaps Dr. Ono really did side with them.

Perfect potion...

It’s over.

One of God's plans has just ended!

Smith was helpless in the face of this. He could do things behind the scenes, but who could confront that new god head-on?

He was even secretly relieved.

Fortunately, that new god did not choose force; otherwise, he did not know whether the country would be in turmoil or humanity would suffer, but he would certainly have had to commit suicide by shooting himself.

"However, since he hasn't made a move, there must be something he's worried about. What could it be?"

Shaking his head, Smith still couldn't figure it out, and finally could only focus on, "Now I just hope that the other experiment won't cause any problems."

After putting the documents back, Smith met Robert, who had become the director of the administration but now seemed somewhat troubled.

He knocked on the door. "Robert, I heard your child's birthday is coming up soon. I'll prepare a surprise gift for you."

Robert put down the documents in his hand, smiled, and said, "It's an honor for my child."

"It's a pity that your Damian already has a godfather, otherwise I really want to get closer to the child."

Robert had a close relationship with the new president, and his son Damian was adopted as his godson from birth.

In the United States, because it is a religious country, many aspects of Christianity have become part of the traditional culture. For example, the concepts of godfathers and godsons are essentially the same as those of adoptive fathers and godsons in the East.

The relationship between the two is naturally close.

In politics, this is a natural stance and a protective shield.

Robert's appointment as director of the administration was not unrelated to this.

“Actually, you can come and see Damian often. That child is very lively and not shy at all.” Robert smiled gently as he mentioned the child.

"Wow, I'll definitely go! By the way, you looked so worried just now, what's wrong?"

Robert paused, then snapped back to reality, frowning slightly. "The previous witch hunt failed, and the experiment in Raleigh went out of control, causing quite a bit of trouble. As a result, the President cut our budget for this quarter, which is giving me a headache."

It was just a budget cut, Robert. You really do have a close relationship with the President.

Smith thought to himself, "This is infuriating."

"The president told me that we must produce results, or there will be trouble."

"But the Raleigh Town experiment accident occurred. Dr. Ono, who was in charge of the God Project Perfect Potion experiment, has disappeared. Not even much of the experimental data has been left. What can we do now?"

"Don't worry, we have another part of God's plan." "The weapon made by that alien creature won't be weak; it'll be enough for you to complete your mission."

"……hope so."

"Let's go, let's not think about these things now, it's time to go back, I still want to see Damian."

"Alright alright."

……

Orlando.

The city center—the Dharma Altar.

Here, besides the altar, stands a pristine white sculpture, a portrait of Louis himself.

At this moment, the area in front of the statue was densely packed with people, all dressed in uniforms of various colors, standing according to their different functions. At first glance, they looked quite orderly and imposing.

Here, you can't see any civilians or media at all, and even the sky is filled with security measures to prevent satellite and drone spying.

In front of each formation, leaders were speaking, seemingly giving instructions.

soon.

As if they had received some kind of notification, these leaders stopped speaking and left immediately.

In front of the white sculpture, to everyone's astonishment, a black vortex gradually appeared amidst howling winds.

It just stood there under the sculpture.

It's like a special door.

"Enter in teams, GO GO GO!"

Accompanied by shouts, people began to enter the vortex in large numbers. As soon as they came into contact with the vortex, they disappeared completely, just like the space wormholes in science fiction movies.

In fact, they did not go directly into hell.

Instead, they went to the dojo.

On the wide ground was the encampment, which had been cleared of weeds and leveled. Not far away was the Daoist training ground, where shouts could be heard.

The five Wuchang generals are training their troops.

A blood-red, winged, ferocious giant dog sat at the other end, exerting pressure on a group of bizarre monsters under its command.

Yes, this is Khorne.

After much deliberation, Louis still felt that the Beastmaster Corps should be handed over to someone who was both loyal and fierce enough, but who said that person couldn't be a dog?

Louis's three dogs were all extraordinary.

They all possess intelligence comparable to that of humans, and with just a little learning, they are qualified for any position.

Khorne is best at fighting in groups, and among the three dogs, it is the most ferocious, making it the best choice.

The myriad beast soldiers, the five mad soldiers, and a portion of the Apocalypse warriors and Apocalypse clergy are the forces for this conquest of Hell.

Most of them are just cannon fodder, like petty devils.

As for the main force truly used to fight for territory, occupy positions, and kill demons and great demons, there are naturally other candidates.

at this time.

A figure passed through the black vortex and stepped into this place. Looking at the scenery of another space, John Wick was somewhat excited.

That's right, he applied for early rotation.

So that's why he's here now.

However, after the initial excitement, he had some doubts.

Logically speaking, such a large-scale operation must have a commander, so where is that person?
Just when he was confused.

His companion nudged his arm, signaling him to look up.

John Wick looked up and froze.

In the sky, amidst the blazing sun radiating light and heat, a figure slowly appeared, seated in a carriage, enveloped in light and shadow, distorting space and exuding boundless majesty.

Even if he couldn't see clearly, he understood it the moment he saw it.

That's God!
The god he saw not long ago!

That's right.

Louis himself came.

After all, this is the first time the Hell Rift has been opened, and who knows what will happen? In addition, he may have to serve as the commander-in-chief for a period of time, directing people to occupy territory, so he naturally has to come in person.

"Ouch!"

Khorne excitedly rushed over, but before he even got there, he saw two dog heads, one yellow and one black.

!!!

Khorne glared fiercely at the two dogs, then obediently sat down next to Louis's carriage.

This carriage was a makeshift replica created by Louis using his magic, but it was filled with the power of the sun's essence, which is why it looked so imposing and unapproachable.

Louis stroked the heads of Gold and Coal, then stroked Khorne's blood-red fur. Hmm, it was quite soft.

Subsequently.

He looked at the troops that had already gathered.

Louis didn't give any eulogy, just said a few simple words.

"Next, I will open the passage to hell."

"And what you have to do is kill the demon."

"Purify Hell!"

"This is a holy war, and the heroes will be the greatest in their merit. After they die, they will enter my country to enjoy light and blessings."

These few simple words invigorated, no, they made everyone except the two Dao soldiers excited!
Belonging to the Christian cultural sphere, they knew what hell was from a young age. Although many people have become indifferent to hell as times have changed, they are different; they are believers.

They harbor a natural malice towards hell.

Now, God spoke, commanding them to conquer Hell.

That's something that should be done without hesitation.

They accepted it all instantly, especially when they heard that the brave could enter His kingdom and enjoy light and grace after death. Many fanatics clenched their fists, panting heavily, with no attachment to life, no fear or panic in their eyes.

All that remained was excitement and exhilaration.

This is the power of religion and faith.

Throughout history, religious armies have always been incredibly formidable, from the Yellow Turban Rebellion during the Three Kingdoms period and the Taiping Rebellion at the end of the Qing Dynasty to the numerous Crusades in the West…

Every single one of them illustrates this point.

(End of this chapter)