Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Before my eyes, Van Helsing's soul appeared ordinary, but it was remarkably resilient and faintly radiated a spiritual light.

That is the light emitted when a life's soul becomes resilient to a certain degree. Such souls often have extraordinary potential and can easily become fanatics or even apostles. If they are the strongest among them, they can even be transformed into special subordinate beings such as angels or gods after death.

It can be described as the favorite of all kinds of gods.

Since establishing the Church of Apocalypse, Louis had only seen a faint glimmer of spiritual light in Jack, who had been entangled with the clown demon for over a hundred years.

The spiritual light emanating from Van Helsing was a hundred times brighter than that of Jack; one was merely a candle, while the other was a high-powered streetlight—they were worlds apart.

In the past, this would have been enough to cause a struggle or even war between pantheons, which shows how precious it is.

But this is not where Louis truly felt somber.

Deep within Van Helsing's soul, he vaguely saw a white light containing white feathers. The soul contained within that white light was of extremely high quality, and Louis knew it clearly with just a glance.

That is an existence no less than oneself, no, it is a being higher than oneself.

However, its condition did not seem good; its feathers were tattered, and there were even traces of black on them, like a persistent carbuncle.

Seeing this, Louis immediately understood that Van Helsing was truly the reincarnation of Gabriel!

However, that state was very strange.

It's incomprehensible.

As Louis was deep in thought, his gaze, drawn to the very depths of the earth, seemed to awaken something...

Underground in New York.

There is a huge underground space here.

In this space stood three enormous, blood-red monsters. As if sensing something, they trembled violently and then slowly opened their eyes.

The next second, white nematodes shot out from their bodies, instantly intertwining and weaving into a huge dome that covered the top of their heads.

They looked at each other.

"Do you feel it?"

"Of course, something is watching us. Who is it?"

"This feeling is like that of those gods who have already vanished..."

"..."

Silence fell instantly.

After a while.

"Don't scare yourself. The Blood Ancestor has been gone for a long time. He used to ask us for help a thousand years ago, but now he has no contact with us at all. Based on the information we learned from the outside world, the era of gods should have ended. Don't scare yourself."

"Do you really believe that those psychopaths will just disappear like that?"

"..."

Silence fell again. It was clear that they had suffered persecution from the gods and were still afraid to this day.

“…I sense that the mixed-race person is here.” One of the voices changed the subject.

"What's he doing here again?"

"It's probably hunting down the Blood Ancestor, but it might come down to us and ask us to restrain the Blood Ancestor."

"No, let Blood Ancestor cause trouble outside. Don't let it come back."

"Yes."

"Then we'll just deal with it casually."

"Yes, now, continue to sleep and wait for it all to end."

That being said.

But the white nematodes seemed to be free, frantically emerging and filling the surrounding space in the blink of an eye. They quickly hardened into lumps, forming a small underground white fortress.

They were all securely protected within.

heaven.

Louis was stunned.

His gaze swept over it, and as the other person noticed, he naturally saw it as well.

"Three...vampires?"

"and many more!"

Louis's fingers began to calculate incessantly, and the marks of the sun and moon reflected in his eyes, as if the memories of the world were slowly opening up at this moment.

Soon, he received a glimpse of information.

Louis's eyes lit up.

"As expected, he is not an ordinary vampire. He is one of the three sources of vampires, and he is the source of the source, one of the three of the seven progenitors."

"Khorne, your feast is about to begin."

Louis had always known that vampires were divided into three branches. Apart from the worst vampires formed due to various low-level curses and special reasons, the other two branches were the Cain vampires and the Blood Ancestor vampires that split off from angels who had fallen from grace.

However, he had only ever seen the first two types, and had never seen the Blood Ancestor Vampire.

And now, I've actually met four of the founders in New York!

The Blood Ancestor Vampire has exploded!

"However, even the Blood Ancestor couldn't detect my gaze, so why could these three Primordial Ancestors?"

He frowned, made a mental note of it, and then began to think about what to do next.

He had originally intended to guide the situation and cause Mammon's plan to fail, but Van Helsing's appearance had now put him in a bit of trouble.

This guy, who's so closely connected to Gabriel, is too much trouble.

"I need to think about it...think about it carefully..."

The Mammon Project, Son of the Demon King, the Candaria Demon Clan, Blood Ancestor, the Three Primal Ancestors, Dracula, Van Helsing, Quinlan...

Each element swirled in my mind.

These elements are intertwined, creating a tangled mess that is truly chaotic.

However, the real solution is actually quite simple. After all, they are in the open while I am in the shadows, and my current strength in the real world is at the very top of the pyramid, so...

Louis's expression calmed down.

The first problem to solve is the Kandaria demon in Freddy's possession, but we must not reveal our identities. The second problem is the Blood Ancestor and the vampires.

Having the strongest power on the scene, with a little guidance, the Kandaria demons and vampires could easily turn into a dogfight.

Of course, it doesn't matter if other forces get involved along the way; the more murky the water, the better!
"We can't touch Van Helsing for now; we should avoid him if possible."

"Perhaps we can make contact with Kunlan. His soul is actually radiating spiritual light. He truly deserves to be another vampire killer."

"Summon Khorne. With so many powerful vampires here, it's enough for him to undergo an amazing transformation."

"Keep a close eye on Dracula and Blood Ancestor; they're up to something."

"But the primary target is still Freddy."

"The Book of the Dead...Kandarian demons, a special type of possessing demons, are afraid of sunlight like vampires, and are among the few demons that are affected by sunlight."

"Let me see the distance between the two sides..."

With the most comprehensive intelligence covering the entire New York City area, they quickly noticed some areas that could be of use.

Then, Louis's fingers twitched slightly, as if manipulating something, like pulling on the threads of fate.

His gaze remained fixed on Freddy, his eyes indifferent and ruthless.

"Freddy's remaining value, his greatest value, lies in the power bestowed upon him by the three mysterious demons... We must find a way to seize it..."

In the suburbs of New York.

A family was desperately seeking medical treatment for their son's cancer, which exhausted their savings. Forced to stay in the suburbs, they had no choice but to rent an incredibly cheap house to live in temporarily.

Matt, the eldest son suffering from cancer, sat in front of the chair, eating breakfast with a pale face. His mother and younger siblings were eating carefully beside him, glancing at him occasionally, as if they were worried about something.

Matt opened his mouth, then lowered his head and asked, "Mom, where's Dad?"

“He went to look for a job. Don’t worry, your dad is very capable. His previous boss even praised him. Let’s not talk about him anymore. How are you feeling? I’ll take you out to get some sun later. I read online that it’s good for your health.”

The younger siblings next to them were also chiming in.

Matt hummed in agreement, but his heart was bleeding.

Since being diagnosed with cancer, his father has changed jobs one after another, and his mother also quit her job to take care of him at home. Even his younger siblings are not as carefree as before, and they are careful not to say anything that might touch on his painful memories.

There is no doubt that his family loves him; otherwise, they could not have gone to such lengths.

These are things that many families cannot do.

But the more this happened, the more Matt's heart ached.

He didn't want it to be like this. He didn't want to see his father groveling and scraping to find a job, he didn't want to see his mother constantly worried yet forcing a smile, and he didn't want to see his younger siblings acting so cautiously...

I don't want to, ... at all!
Why, why did I get cancer at such a young age? The pain is excruciating every day, living is so painful… Why am I even alive… But my family will be heartbroken… No, no, no… A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one; living is just a burden…

To live or to die?
tick tock...

Tears had unknowingly fallen onto the table.

The mother was shocked, and her younger siblings quickly came over.

"Matt! Matt! What's wrong? Don't scare Mommy. You're okay, you'll be okay, please, don't do this."

"Brother! I'm going to find a doctor!"

"No, no need, I'm fine. I just want some peace and quiet. I'll stay in the basement from now on; I want to be alone." With that, she threw down the fork as if fleeing and ran towards the basement.

The mother watched Matt's retreating figure with sorrow; she knew her child.

Matt has always been a thoughtful child. He went to the basement more because he didn't want to disturb them when he screamed in pain.

Matt is a good kid, so why did misfortune befall him?

The mother instinctively placed her hands on her chest, making the sign of the cross, and prayed, "Lord, if you are truly merciful, please save our family..."

Whether God is merciful or not, can He hear us?

no one knows.

However, many vengeful spirits, especially a great nightmare, heard it.

The roof of the house.

A brightly colored, tattered sweater, skin scarred and pitted from burns, and sharp iron claws.

That's right, it was Freddy.

This house happened to be the target Freddy had chosen.

In this house, which was converted from a former morgue, Freddy sensed a large number of resentful souls, all of whom were gathered together, saving Freddy the trouble of searching.

That's why it chose this location.

However, as soon as it arrived here and saw the "interesting" scenes, its old habit resurfaced.

Looking at this family who had suffered so much yet still held onto hope, Freddy grinned wickedly, licked his lips, and looked on with excitement.

It loves to torment people who are tenacious yet constantly walking on the edge of a cliff.

"Wow, let Uncle Freddy see what you're dreaming about, hehehe..."

Freddy grinned maliciously and began to hover above it.

It quickly found its target.

Because of his cancer, Matt's body is very weak. He would occasionally fall into a light sleep, but he couldn't sleep for long because the tearing pain in his body would force him to wake up.

In fact, he was already suffering from some neurasthenia.

Now, he has fallen into a light sleep again.

Uncle Freddy's here! Kids, let's play a game...

A faint, indistinct sound began to echo in Matt's dream, but Matt's reaction was not what Freddy had expected.

He stared blankly at the dilapidated factory building in front of him. "Am I... dreaming?"

"I was dreaming?!"

"Great!"

No one understands how fortunate it is for someone suffering from neurasthenia to be able to dream and enter normal sleep.

Freddy, hiding in the shadows, was dumbfounded.

That's not right.

How could this guy know it was a dream the moment he walked in? That's impossible!
A sense of foreboding rose in its heart.

Next, Freddy finally realized something bizarre, something he would regret for the rest of his life.

……

Inside the abandoned building, Quinlan and Van Helsing, after a fierce close-quarters battle, hadn't broken a sweat, maintaining ample stamina and strength from start to finish.

At this moment, the two of them were facing each other.

The atmosphere at the scene was better than before.

The two looked at each other and had to admit that the other was a powerful warrior.

but……

“Hey, you strange vampire, tell me, why are you here, and what is your relationship with Dracula?” Van Helsing pulled a golden pistol from his waist, the dark muzzle pointed at Quinlan.

"..."

He stared at the gun for a few seconds, then glanced at the silver longsword in his hand.

Quinlan's lips twitched slightly, then he expressionlessly sheathed the knife. "It doesn't matter. Dracula is a different kind of vampire. I didn't know he was here."

"Besides, I'm here to hunt down a vampire who's lived for over a thousand years. And you? I suppose you're also hunting down a vampire, right?"

Looking at Van Helsing, Quinlan admitted that she was smitten.

With such formidable skills, if he could lend a hand, perhaps this time he could really kill the Blood Ancestor.

Most importantly, this person seems to share the same goal as him, both hunting vampires; however, he seems to be hunting Cain-type vampires like Dracula.

I wonder what grudge they have against Dracula...

Faced with Quinlan's question, Van Helsing's lifeless eyes flickered slightly, "A vampire who has lived for thousands of years?"

"That's right, do you know the Blood Ancestor?"

"One of the three great vampires, the most unique of the seven progenitors, he has been active in the human world for thousands of years. He was once severely injured by a god and once reigned supreme in the darkness."

"It is incredibly cruel, wantonly taking human lives, even destroying love and family ties, just to make the other person its dog. It is a bloodthirsty monster without any humanity!" As he said this, Kunlan unconsciously tightened his grip on his long knife, his eyes flashing with resentment.

"And to this day, it is still alive."

"Right here, they're plotting the next conspiracy that could destroy everything." (End of Chapter)