Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

These two events further solidified Louis's belief in acquiring fortune. He had already received such a reward from merely using fortune in a crude way; he dared not imagine how powerful the true wonders of fortune would be after he became an immortal.

"It seems I need to work hard to develop my power."

Having witnessed the power of destiny firsthand, one naturally wants to find ways to develop it.

Most types of fortune are the way of gathering the masses. Louis can only develop the fortune of the Dao lineage at present. This can be suppressed by the Xuan Shui Lotus Platform, which is the safest option.

The fortune of a sect depends on the sum of its forces, the strength of its disciples, and the depth of its foundation.

With this thought in mind, Louis had an idea.

In the secular world, what power is greater than the state and the church?

If religion and state were combined...

In fact, Louis had already done this unconsciously, as evidenced by his secession of Florida.

Louis's eyes flashed with thought. Although he had become a god, it did not mean that there was no one who could rival him, especially in Hell, where the existence of the Seven Demon Kings was always a hidden danger.

Even in the present day, the Vatican still evokes a sense of threat in him.

But what truly made him hesitate was the paradise on earth.

It has long been confirmed that the souls of Christians can go to Heaven, so Heaven is certainly still functioning normally. In addition, Gabriel appeared in the movie "Constantine".

Although it has been adapted to real life, it still has reference value.

In this situation, Louis was worried that making too much of a move might provoke the angels.

But it's impossible not to expand.

Luck is so important, as it can aid in spiritual practice; how could one not strive for it?

Slow down? Wait until you have enough strength before making any moves?

The thought flashed through Louis's mind.

After a moment's hesitation, Louis abandoned the idea, taking things one step at a time.

Mammon's plan is already underway. Even if he manages to stall for time, he won't be able to hold out any longer. Besides, there's that demon king from hell who's plotting against him...

We have to be quick.

and so.

"Be cautious and act with courage and diligence."

I've already made up my mind.

First, go and manipulate Freddy and Blood Ancestor's side to hinder and delay the Mammon Project, and then develop as quickly as possible.

With that thought, Louis's figure began to disappear.

……

New York State.

Recently, some strange things have been happening in Hell's Kitchen, with the disappearance rate starting to rise sharply.

However, this didn't cause any trouble. There's nothing we can do about it; this place is just that chaotic. It would be abnormal if some people didn't disappear every day.

But today...

Things did change.

Freddy and Dracula reappeared here.

Dracula was now a handsome middle-aged man, holding a gentleman's cane, much like the gentlemen in England, while Freddy no longer remained lurking in the dream and stepped out.

He was still wearing that tattered red and green sweater, but the iron claws and burns on his hands were gone, replaced by a large, completely black robe.

Freddy looked at Dracula. "Dracula, why did we come back again? Have we forgotten the warning the Blood Ancestor gave us?"

Dracula glanced at the other party. "Of course I haven't forgotten. Their plan has reached a critical stage, and they certainly won't allow us to get close. But there's nothing I can do; my old enemy has arrived."

"We can only hide here for now. Other districts in New York can't hide you, but this place is different. The Blood Ancestor is a fallen angel, and his fate is hard to predict. Being near him can delay my mortal enemy from finding out."

At this point, Dracula's expression turned somewhat grim, and he looked rather helpless.

"A mortal enemy?" Freddy was somewhat surprised.

Dracula is no ordinary count vampire. Over the centuries, he has long surpassed ordinary counts. Although he is now a great demon, he has already taken one foot on the path of evolving into a demon god.

Such a being, supposedly having enemies? And yet it was forced to hide?

How terrifying must this enemy be?
As Dracula led Freddy to the hotel, he slowly explained, "That was over a hundred years ago. Back then, in order to have a child with my wife, I found the most famous mad scientist of the time and asked him to develop a technology that involved death."

"The good news is that he succeeded; the bad news is that he died."

"I was killed by a group of villagers who were angry because the body had been stolen. I arrived too late, and it was all over."

"In my rage, I killed those villagers and unleashed the darkness of the time, unleashing the remaining dark creatures to attack humanity."

"And that's how the prototypes of the various legends and stories that are now circulating today came about."

Freddy keenly sensed Dracula's insincerity and urged, "You must have something else you haven't said. Continue, continue."

He glanced at Freddy with annoyance. "I unleashed my power and turned Europe upside down. Although it can't compare to the previous Dark Ages, it still managed to cause quite a stir. I even found the Frankenstein monster created by that mad scientist, and the birth of our bloodline child is just around the corner."

Then, at the height of my fame, I met a witcher from the church… Van Helsing.”

"Then I was terminated."

Van Helsing… Human exorcists are this powerful? This terrifying creature actually tracked us down… wait, was this human still alive over a hundred years ago??

Freddy's eyes widened suddenly. "Continue, continue!"

"That's all! What else is there to say!"

Dracula's tone was slightly agitated, and he poked a hole in the floor with his cane, revealing two sharp teeth at the corner of his mouth.

Freddy, however, let out a hissing, eerie laugh, "Hehehe..."

His eyes were full of mockery as he looked at Dracula.

"Hurry up and tell us. This kind of enemy is coming. If you don't share intelligence, are you trying to let them come and wipe us out?"

A moment of silence.

Dracula continued, "That guy is strange. Not only can he transform into a special and powerful werewolf, but he can also inflict damage on me, even lowering my strength. In the end, I was forced to fake my death to escape, and my wounds have not fully healed to this day."

"He's been tracking me all these years. I don't know how he survives. Maybe he's become a werewolf. Anyway, I can't beat him. Maybe you could try entering his dream."

Dracula looked at Freddy, as if to encourage him.

Freddy scoffed. "Heh, I have a mission right now. The Kandaria demons behind the Book of the Dead haven't been fully deployed yet, so I can't take any risks. As for you, the Blood Ancestor won't listen to your explanations. Have you thought about how to deal with him?"

"You don't need to worry about it," Dracula sneered.

"You should think about how to release those possessed demons on a large scale. Releasing them one by one will take too long to do anything."

"hehe."

Seeing Freddy remain silent, Dracula smiled slightly.

joke.

He, Dracula, has lived for so many years, and most of what he just said is true. Van Helsing is indeed hunting him down, and has even caught up with him. But he can't just stay near the Blood Ancestor.

The reason I came here was just an excuse.

He hadn't forgotten why he had recovered so quickly and was even able to take half a step.

Now, this Blood Ancestor is about to regain its power, which won't do. It will be much harder to deal with it once it regains its power.

So, we have to do it now...

Dracula narrowed his eyes. At his heart, a crimson worm, bound by layers of blood-red threads, writhed slightly, as if greedily devouring something. Freddy, who had just been rebuked, rolled his eyes. His intuition told him that Dracula was hiding something from him, but it didn't matter.

My mission is to unleash the Kandaria demons, have them possess humans in large numbers, and then, in conjunction with the Blood Ancestor, create an outbreak to pollute the area in preparation for the arrival of His Majesty Mammon.

As for the rest, they're all nonsense under the Demon King's power!

Freddy was thinking with a slightly fanatical enthusiasm, never considering deviating from the plan and leaving the peaceful development area on his own.

On his body, a silver coin was faintly glowing.

The two monsters looked at each other and both laughed.

It appeared incredibly "sincere".

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a young waitress's voice rang out, "Sir, someone downstairs complained that you're making a lot of noise. Could I come in and check?"

Dracula paused, then flashed a charming smile, activated his charm magic, and opened the door.

Soon, the scent of hormones filled the air.

Two sharp teeth protruded, ending the woman's life in her sleep.

Dracula gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a tissue and then pretended to drink a cup of tea.

Freddy had already disappeared; he had no interest in watching Dracula eat, as he was busy unsealing the Book of the Dead.

It wasn't interested in how the Blood Ancestor would react or how he would deal with Dracula.

Whoosh!
Freddy leaped around in his dream and soon arrived in other parts of New York.

Then they began to consider lifting the lockdown on a large scale.

Inspired by the silver coins, he quickly came up with an idea.

"Knowledge...knowledge came out of my mind."

Freddy touched his bald head, which was burned so badly that he had no hair, and his eyes were filled with madness.

A kind of knowledge gradually took root in my mind.

A magic that can spread demons in the Book of the Dead in large numbers. It only requires collecting a large number of resentful souls in a short period of time, and then throwing them into the Book of the Dead, where they fall into Hell and exchange with other Kandaria demons, thus deceiving Hell for a short time.

"It's feasible, this method is feasible. A large number of resentful souls, a large number of resentful souls... Shall we kill a batch now? Or..."

Its gaze wandered, taking in the city itself, which was already filled with resentment, and found that everywhere there were resentful souls.

"Wow, this is a great place!"

They quickly selected a location as the venue for the ceremony.

That place used to be a morgue.

the other side.

After Dracula finished drinking his tea and had just finished sucking the woman's blood, the blood-red worm inside him suddenly twitched slightly. His expression changed instantly, and he looked up in a certain direction.

Blah blah blah...blah blah blah...

Blood dripped from the wooden ceiling.

Then, several pitiful howls were heard from the vicinity, which then abruptly ceased.

At the same time, the power suddenly went out, the lights went out, and everything was plunged into darkness. Suddenly, the sound of staggering footsteps came from outside, and a cold wind blew in from the corner.

This scene, reminiscent of the opening of a horror movie, did not frighten Dracula.

Dracula remained unfazed.

Bang bang bang! !

The door was suddenly knocked on—no, it was more like banging on it than knocking.

The wooden door shook from being smashed, and a lot of dust fell.

Dracula frowned; it was a clean freak and didn't really like dust.

He suddenly spoke.

"Blood Ancestor, stop playing around. We're all monsters. This is just a trick to scare humans. Don't show it off."

At this moment, Dracula's tone was completely different from when he talked about the Blood Ancestor. It was as if he had torn off some kind of disguise, and his image was completely opposite to that of Freddy.

The knocking on the door stopped abruptly.

next second.

boom! !

A person with a gaping mouth, from which crimson worms extended, smashed open the wooden door, bleeding profusely but seemingly oblivious, and walked in like a zombie.

"Blood Ancestor".

"Dracula".

The hoarse voice came from the "zombie's" mouth, clearly indicating that this was not the true form of the Blood Ancestor.

"You've made me very angry; you've broken my rules."

"I'm going to punish you."

Dracula chuckled, then, as if realizing his own lack of manners, quickly composed himself. "Alright, Blood Ancestor, you haven't recovered yet, so don't bluff."

"What, have you recovered to the level of a demon god?" Dracula asked calmly.

Of course this is impossible!

The Blood Ancestor is only complete when all seven insects are combined, and it may possess the power of a pseudo-Demon King. But right now, it's just one insect, and it hasn't even fully recovered yet. How could it possibly reach the level of a Demon God?

In other words.

I am not afraid of the other party.

The Blood Ancestor did not answer.

More blood dripped from the ceiling, gradually turning black.

A terrifying atmosphere began to spread in the vicinity, engulfing the entire hotel. Simultaneously, the influence extended to the nearby streets, and people began to have nightmares, as if they had encountered some great threat, yet their bodies seemed to be out of their control.

Dracula scoffed, slightly opening a gash in his palm, from which thin strands of blood trickled down his cane, absorbing all the black blood dripping onto the ground.

The oppressive aura that should have been absolute between higher-ranking and lower-ranking vampires remained completely unaffected.

Dracula, as the most renowned being in the human world and once the most devout warrior of Christianity, is not bound by the hierarchy of bloodlines like ordinary vampires.

He seemed to realize that Dracula was different.

The strange phenomena began to disappear.

The "zombie's" mouth began to close, its eyes gleaming, and it stared intently at Dracula.

"You are special."

"Tell me, what brings you back?"

Dracula smiled slightly, but instead of revealing his purpose, he changed the subject and asked, "Lord Blood Ancestor, would you be interested in learning about the present era?"

"...Tell me about it."

"Times have changed."

"I think you've probably noticed it over the past few months: these humans are completely different from those of hundreds of years ago."

"That power called technology has elevated the entire civilization to a new level..." Dracula spoke eloquently, attempting to persuade the old relic. (End of Chapter)