Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

new York.

As the de facto economic center of the United States, its status is beyond doubt. It can be said to be the world capital that controls the global economy, and it is much more famous than Washington.

Thanks to the influence of various superhero comics, the impression of New York City, an international metropolis, is mostly one of chaos, in addition to its prosperity.

Although, this is actually the truth...

Clinton, also known as Hell's Kitchen, was once famous for its chaotic and dilapidated living conditions, severe ethnic conflicts, and high crime rates. It was only later, due to factors such as its large population, that it gradually developed into a thriving area for the New York restaurant industry.

A small alley.

A furtive figure dressed in a black robe slipped in. Judging from his bulging chest and hunched back, it was obvious he was carrying a lot of things.

The Black people along the way exchanged glances, and soon several of them slid effortlessly into the night.

In the alley.

After the man in black robes stepped into the shadows, he let out a painful groan, as if he could finally endure it no longer. At that moment, the black-clad figures that frequently refreshed the screen reappeared.

They brandished their daggers, their eyes gleaming greedily at the man in black. "Hey, lend me some money."

There was no response, only the man's heavy breathing.

The black men were immediately displeased.

This robbery chain has been developing for several years, and in theory, people in the lower classes of New York should have heard of it. As long as you take out the spare change you have prepared, they won't really do anything; it's just a sustainable development.

But what does it mean that you're ignoring me?
Don't you even understand this basic rule?

Or……

The four Black men exchanged glances, all of them recognizing the joy in each other's eyes.

"Oh, you're from out of town."

"Hand over all the money, or we'll make you bleed!"

Several black men were joking with each other, and the leader even brandished a knife.

The other three Black men also started making a ruckus, shouting and making noise, completely unafraid of attracting attention.

However, the noise didn't attract anyone's attention. Everyone understood what was happening and was used to it, so they didn't bother with it. But it did awaken another creature...

The man in the black robe stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud. A large hood covering his head was also lifted, revealing a strange and bizarre scene inside.

The four Black men stopped in their tracks at the same time.

"Big brother, he...he..."

"Monster!"

"Fuck! Run!"

Despite his panicked screams, he wasn't scared into weakness; instead, he turned around and tried to run away.

The monster that terrified them was a one-meter-long, blood-red bat that was holding the head of a white man, its strange mouth opening to suck blood and brain matter.

Blood River Bat glanced at the four fleeing black men, its eyes twitching slightly.

hum!
A strange magical fluctuation flashed by.

next second.

The four black men, all with dazed eyes and slow movements, actually strolled back and stopped in front of the man, motionless, as if they had been hypnotized.

Squeak squeak—

Gumbling--

A faint sound of drinking water came from the alley, followed by four sounds of things falling and hitting the ground.

After a while.

A handsome, elegant middle-aged white man emerged from the alley. He was smiling, wearing a watch, and carrying a gentleman's cane. He looked... extremely hypocritical.

It glanced at the setting sun and the rising moon, then at the food everywhere, and its smile became even more genuine.

Until a voice came to its ear.

"Dracula, what are you doing? It's been so long and you haven't done anything. Are you just wasting your time?"

His voice was shrill and irritable, like that of a psychopath who had lost his patience.

The gentleman, or rather, Dracula, frowned slightly. This guy the demon king threw over was really troublesome.

"What do you know."

"Huh? What do I know?" The voice grew increasingly agitated and began to ramble on.

"Dracula, you bloodsucking monster! Don't forget, the orders I received from His Majesty the Greedy Demon King were to assist me, and what have you been doing? You said the silver coin contained information about the Blood Ancestor's location, but you haven't found him after all this time. You've only come to New York from Connecticut, and then you spend your days idly putting on this boring show. Don't you find it tedious? Or are you doing this on purpose? Are you lying to me? Is there really information in the silver coin? Are you stalling for time? What are you planning? Should I go to hell to report this? Hmm? My dear Count Dracula!!!"

"..."

Dracula's face darkened completely, and he could no longer maintain his aristocratic elegance.

Fake!

What a despicable bastard!
He has extreme mood swings; if there's a disagreement over a single word, he'll start labeling and framing people without even asking any questions. And this guy actually has the ability to go to hell and complain about it.

Fuck! Fuck!
Taking a deep breath, Dracula forced himself to calm down thanks to his centuries of aristocratic upbringing, and even managed a smile as he explained, "Freddy, don't rush. You and I are now allies, and the time is almost right. Let me tell you what I've been doing lately. On one hand, I'm searching for the Blood Ancestor, and on the other hand, I'm trying to avoid the gaze of that new god."

"Although the silver coin contained information about the Blood Ancestor, it was too vague. I could only rely on a method shared among vampires to contact him. Just a month ago, the message I left disappeared. Although the other party did not reply to me, it was most likely the Blood Ancestor."

"So the reason I've been doing this all this time is to confirm the Blood Ancestor's location, understand?"

"Furthermore, I suspect that there is something wrong with that new god. Gods have always focused on spreading their authority, and these kinds of human gods are often very human, even extreme in nature. They are either particularly vengeful or extremely irritable, and are very prone to emotional outbursts."

But since becoming God, He has done nothing but establish the Church of Apocalypse, which is unusual, especially in this era.

"Furthermore, looking at His entire development, haven't you noticed that He has always been targeting demons?"

“Especially when He became a god, you hells certainly didn’t hold back in trying to make things difficult for Him, especially Valak.”

"And you, you actually managed to return unscathed from the main sites of His faith, and even caused a bit of a commotion, huh?" Dracula's expression was strange.

"Therefore, I reasonably suspect that the new god is preparing some kind of plan targeting hell, and you may have already caught his eye."

There's a saying in the East that I think is very true: "It's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't."

"So, I've been hiding all this time to avoid attracting the attention of that new god."

"Now, do you understand?"

"If you still think I have ulterior motives, then you are welcome to go down and complain. I have no objection. I just don't know whether His Majesty Mammon will believe you or me, hehe."

Dracula smiled elegantly, waited a while, and still heard no response, so he shook his head slightly. He then walked forward and soon arrived at a bar, where he blended in.

But after a moment.

A voice then echoed in its ears again, "Your blood ancestor has come."

???

Dracula, who was seducing a hot woman with his extraordinary charm, was stunned. He quickly sucked her to death and watched her die in extreme pleasure.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't think I've been doing nothing but following you around all this time, do you?"

"Based on your movements during this period, through dream entry, I discovered an anomaly in a small area. There was a strong life force there, but there was no sign of dream entry at all. Just now, I transmitted my consciousness there, and a voice spoke to me."

"Its image appeared before me as well, a crystal-clear, blood-red worm. Its mouthparts were truly ferocious, so beautiful, and incredibly powerful, you know?"

"Just talking to it makes me feel very stressed."

"So, you know."

“…Blood Ancestor.” Dracula’s eyes were solemn.

There were some things it didn't tell Freddy, such as that there were seven Blood Ancestors, and it had one in its possession, a dormant larva it found in Mexico and elsewhere. As for what it intended to do with it, that was another matter.

The one we've found now has probably recovered some of its strength.

According to legend, the Blood Ancestor was an angel who fell from heaven and descended to earth because he drank blood. The fact that he was able to fall from heaven instead of being killed directly by other archangels already demonstrates his power.

Even if such an existence is divided into seven parts, and even if it has weakened for thousands of years, it is still bigger than a horse, and if it is not careful, Dracula will overturn.

I originally wanted to stall for time and digest that Blood Ancestor, but now I'm in trouble.

I never expected that Freddy would be so cunning. He had been deceiving me with his image of being irritable and brainless, but he had done so many things behind the scenes. I'll have to be more careful from now on.

However, now is not the time to think about these things. The Blood Ancestor might have already noticed us. We need to keep a good expression and emotions and not give ourselves away.

"Oh? What did it say?" Dracula's face showed a hint of arrogance.

"It said it doesn't want to see us, it has things to do now, and we should just tell it why we came and not interfere with its plans, otherwise it will swallow us up. Well, it's mainly targeting you, saying you're a dirty, low-class piece of trash, haha."

Freddy's voice was full of joy; it seemed that anything that could bring misfortune to others could make him happy, even something as trivial as this.

That's truly a high-purity form of evil.

Dracula thought to himself.

"what do you say?"

"Heh, what can I say? Once I confirmed its identity, all I could do was take out the silver coin."

"Then, as if it knew something, it agreed to my request and said that once it completed its plan, it would assist us in completing His Majesty Mammon's plan to spread the power of the Candaria Hell."

Dracula: "Is that so? All of this is true? You're not lying to me?"

Freddy didn't say anything, he just passed something over.

hum! !

The blood-red worm was crystal clear, with long, thin, fleshy straws and sharp teeth in its mouthparts. It did not resemble an angel at all; it was ugly and bizarre, more like a special parasite from some kind of mystical side.

Only that unique sense of oppression could prove his extraordinary identity.

The moment Dracula saw the phantom, he instantly recognized its identity.

Freddy, that prankster, wasn't lying this time. The Blood Ancestor really did contact it.

However, the good news is that the Blood Ancestor is currently in a weakened state, probably preparing some plan to recover its weakened power, and does not want to meet them, which gives it time to digest the other Blood Ancestor.

"Okay, it seems you weren't lying. So, what's the next step?"

With the two sides clashing, and Freddy's methods now proven, it's only natural that sovereignty will shift in the future.

"Hehe, you actually admit that I like you a little, Dracula. Well, second only to my lovely Nancy sweetheart, and then there's that bastard Constantine, no, and that new god who ruined my plans, so you're fourth."

"Hehe, it's my pleasure."

So, where to go?

"Right in New York! Right in New York!"

"Let's deal with the Blood Ancestor's side, we'll deal with ours. It's over here, we'll go to the other side of New York. I can't wait to use the Book of the Dead to summon those Kandarian soldiers!!"

Hearing the man's seemingly frenzied voice, Dracula didn't mock him this time. Instead, he got up and walked straight outside.

"Huh? Why aren't you arguing with me anymore?" Freddy's rambling voice sounded in confusion.

"It's nothing, you're right, so I'll listen to you. Why should I argue with you?" Dracula said nonchalantly.

"Oh shit! You filthy bat that sucks black blood, your heart and mouth are black..."

"Yes, you're right, please continue..."

Dracula maintained his aristocratic elegance, calmly echoing Freddy's tirade.

The two walked further and further away in the darkness.

Heading towards the other end of New York.

Meanwhile, in Hell's Kitchen, a unique infectious disease originating from the mystical side but manifesting in a manner resembling parasitic zombies began to spread silently.

Meanwhile, on a private plane traveling from Orlando to New York.

Khorne was eyeing the large city below with predatory intent, Louis's divine power flowing through his body.

……

Just when New York was destined to be engulfed in one, no, two, bloody battles.

Louis was now at his most tense moment.

Orlando, the dojo, the Lesser Five Elements World.

The five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth rotate, and five vibrant colors constantly appear in the sky, with various illusions of the five elements unfolding one after another as if they were real.

And in the center of that five-element illusion.

A deep blue lotus bud floats alone in the pond, swaying gently in the breeze.

The flower bud had already slightly cracked open, as if it would break free from its restraints and gracefully bloom at any moment. (End of Chapter)