Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

After obtaining information about the Blood Ancestor from the three progenitors, Kunlanhe Van Helsing immediately wanted to leave.

With a leap, it left the spacious basement.

Sensing that the two had left.

The three progenitors said, "That werewolf harbored ill intentions towards us."

"Yes, everyone has felt it."

“Perfect timing. We just sensed that some deity was watching us, and now that this has happened, it will definitely come back to find us. It's no longer safe here; it's time to leave.”

"Where to go?"

"How about Queens, New York? It's quieter underground there."

"it is good."

"and many more!"

The three progenitors simultaneously stopped speaking, and blood-red tentacles grew out again, dancing in mid-air as if threatening or warning.

And they remain vigilant.

A gentleman's cane was faintly visible at the entrance of the cave.

……

On the duo's side, Van Helsing had only been away from the underground for a short while when he stopped and looked at Quinlan. "I remember you just said that the most fatal weakness of each progenitor is their birthplace, right?"

Quinlan frowned; his intuition told him that Van Helsing was having some ominous thoughts.

He nodded slightly. "Yes, what's wrong?"

“Buddy, we’re on the same side now, so you have to be honest. After all, I’ve already said so much.”

"Of course, you're just a half-vampire, and we have a common goal now, so I'm naturally willing to be honest with you. Alright, then I'll get straight to the point: why don't we get the location of the Blood Ancestor's birthplace from the progenitor?"

Van Helsing candidly stated, his words brimming with confidence, "We could have discussed more terms just now."

Kunlan shook his head. "Do you think I haven't thought about this?"

“Impossible. Over the years, I’ve come to know these progenitors. They must know each other’s birthplaces, but none of them will tell. Selling the position of Blood Ancestor is the limit of what they can compromise on.”

"Moreover, as they said, we can't afford to delay any longer. Nearly ten million people in New York are under threat. The sooner we deal with the Blood Ancestor, the sooner we'll be safe. We can look for the Blood Ancestor's birthplace later."

"in addition……"

Kunlan hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Besides the ancestors, there is said to be a book that records their birthplace, called the Book of the Fallen Sun. I have been looking for it all these years, but I have not found it yet."

"You might be able to start from this point."

Van Helsing nodded, and then the two flew towards the direction of the Blood Ancestor.

According to the progenitors, the Blood Ancestor is currently located in the xx block of Hell's Kitchen, where a large army of the Blood Ancestor has gathered, and it seems that he has some kind of plan.

As Van Helsing sped across the ground, he glanced back at the underground entrances and made a mental note of them. They might change location, but that didn't matter; leaving any clues would be enough for him to track them down.

What he didn't tell Kunlan was that he wanted to kill not only the Blood Ancestor, but also the three progenitors, who were vampires of the same level as the Blood Ancestor. So, they deserved to die too!

A murderous glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately increased his speed.

They soon arrived near Hell's Kitchen.

The situation here is far worse than they imagined.

As a low-income area, it has the largest Black population and the worst sanitation conditions in all of New York, leading to a rapid surge in infections. In just a short period of time, hundreds of thousands of people have been infected, most of whom are Black.

Meanwhile, in the heart of Hell's Kitchen, the Blood Ancestor, who had arrived there, was remotely directing the New York high command in the final step of his plan.

Its eyes were blood red, and its tall body extended claws, from which threadworms emerged as if sensing something.

"Almost there, almost there, nuclear bomb, nuclear button!"

"It's a pity that Dracula left unexpectedly and we don't know where he went, otherwise we could have dragged him down with us."

That's right, this is the very place where Dracula was before.

The Blood Ancestor came to this place to drag the other party down with him. After all, Quinlan and that strange guy who can turn into a black werewolf clearly have the same goal: they are both vampires. So there is no reason for him to let go of Dracula, who has a greater reputation than him.

Unfortunately, by the time it arrived, Dracula had already vanished, and no one knew where he had gone.

However, the duo didn't catch up, so it didn't matter that Dracula wasn't there.

Sensing the movements of the New York City mayor and other high-ranking officials, Blood Ancestor exclaimed excitedly, "Hurry...hurry..."

While chanting, it controlled the other vampires to gather around, preparing them to escort it away from here, after all, New York was about to be hit by a nuclear bomb!

If it were at its peak, it would naturally be unafraid of nuclear bombs and could wipe them out with a wave of its hand. But in its weakened state, it could destroy the three progenitors, so it would certainly be difficult to destroy it as well.

In essence, it is no different from other progenitors.

"Sigh, if, if I were in my Blood Angel form right now, the entire world would be mine!"

A flash of resentment crossed Blood Ancestor's eyes.

It recalled the hatred it felt for the countless times over the past thousand years it had tried to kill other progenitors, seize various magical items from the vampires, and so on to strengthen itself, only to have all of them destroyed by the gods.

If they kill the other progenitors themselves, leaving only one, then they will have the opportunity to gather the bloodworms and return to the Blood Angel. This is something it knew from the moment it was born, and it is also what makes it so special.

Yes, the other six progenitors were unaware of this.

They still naively believe that they want to stir up trouble and rule the world.

So much so that other progenitors began to go along with the trend and make it appear with characteristics such as not being in contact with other progenitors, all of which were fake, in order to let it feel its way across the river and test the dangers outside.

It knows that too.

"However, you didn't expect that my goal from beginning to end has always been to kill you, huh?" Blood Ancestor licked his lips.

Immersed in the joy of the imminent leap forward towards the goal.

After killing three progenitors, and remembering that one was sealed by an ancient Egyptian god, which is easy to find and kill, only two progenitors remain to be killed.

At that time, it will be able to become a Blood Angel.
Just as it was immersed in joy, the vampires beneath it suddenly stopped.

Two figures blocked the way ahead.

It was Van Helsing and Quinlan.

However, both of them were in a bad mood. Quinlan stared intently at the Blood Ancestor, his eyes filled with hatred; Van Helsing, on the other hand, had a sinister look on his face, as if he had caught sight of some target.

next moment.

"The scent of Dracula, where is it?!" "Blood Ancestor, you deserve to die!"

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Blood Ancestor was completely stunned by the sudden appearance of the two people.

The tall figure fell silent for a moment.

It didn't quite understand how these two guys found its location so quickly. It only knew that the situation was troublesome and that a major battle was likely to ensue.

It slowly rose from the sea of ​​vampires, its tall figure towering over them, its eyes fixed on them with cruelty.

"Want to know? Want revenge?"

"Defeat me, and you can have any wish granted!"

Whoosh!
A black shadow suddenly attacked.

The Blood Ancestor automatically reached out his hand.

boom! !

A violent sonic boom erupted the moment the two clashed. Van Helsing and the Blood Ancestor then engaged in an extremely intense battle; their speed was unbelievable, and Quinlan could barely keep up with it.

Kunlan knew that this was the Blood Ancestor's true strength, but it couldn't last forever; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hunt down the Blood Ancestor for so long.

Therefore, what I need to do now is to wait a little while, not get involved, and wait for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

Kunlan lowered his eyes.

But at this moment.

The vampires began to surge forward, tiny specks of white blood shimmering between their brows. Blood vessels began to merge, as if glued together, and even gradually began to melt, becoming one with the vampires beside them.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of vampires had melted into a giant blood-red threadworm, which was attacking the two with its ferocious maw wide open. At the same time, other vampires continued to pour in from behind and merge into the giant blood-red threadworm's body.

Even after Van Helsing fired several golden bullets, it was to no avail; the giant blood-red nematode was burned, but a new one would melt into existence the next second.

If the problem of the densely packed infected population cannot be resolved, these bloodworms will only multiply.

"Kunlan!!"

Van Helsing shouted, and the next second, the three-meter-tall werewolf grew even larger and charged towards the Blood Ancestor with even greater frenzy.

At the same time, Quinlan also began to exert his strength. With his super speed and agility, he leaped onto the bloodworms and attacked continuously with his silver knife. Like a dancer performing a waltz, his movements were elegant and fluid, almost unlike a battle.

Most surprisingly, each of his attacks was perfectly timed, dodging attacks while continuously targeting the core of the giant blood-red nematode.

The giant nematode was successfully delayed.

Just as the two were working together sincerely.

Van Helsing was about to charge at Blood Ancestor once again, his claws radiating a pale white holy light, preparing for a ruthless moment.

"New York is about to explode. It's not too late to stop it. You don't want nearly ten million people in New York to be killed by dozens of nuclear bombs, do you?"

???

The Blood Ancestor's words were like a tidal wave, shocking the two of them.

Although they belong to the mystical side, they all know the power of nuclear bombs. If there are more of them, even a great demon in its true form would be blown up. Only those demon gods and chief gods can truly be fearless of nuclear bombs.

Therefore, even they could not escape death under such an attack.

Not to mention ordinary people.

Nearly ten million people!
But the next second, Van Helsing launched a fierce attack.

Whether it's a lie or the truth, he doesn't want to be led by the nose by a vampire; vampires are not trustworthy!

But at this moment.

Blood Ancestor simply stood there motionless, even smiling.

He raised three fingers, then slowly lowered one.

then……

Suddenly, a scene appeared on the screens that can be found on various buildings.

An official who frequently appears on television is carrying a silver-white box. He opens it and finds a "premonition button" inside, with words like "nuclear bomb" and "danger" written on it.

"We have successfully obtained access to the 32 nuclear missiles at the eastern base. You have ten minutes to escape. People, cheer!"

Nuclear weapons are really coming.

Blood Ancestor looked at the two of them, "Now, do you still want to fight?"

"..."

The only response was silence.

……

Louis, standing in the sky, witnessed the entire Blood Ancestor's scheme. He had to admit, the guy's plan was indeed brilliant; it was a purely open conspiracy, using the lives of everyone in New York to threaten him. Disgusting, wasn't it?

But it works.

Moreover, even if you try to stop it, it's practically impossible.

Its goal is to launch nuclear missiles.

But why would it do that?

Louis, unaware of the Blood Ancestor's unique nature and his ability to absorb the power of other progenitors to become a Blood Angel, was somewhat curious about the Blood Ancestor's behavior.

"However, the other vampire is not bad either."

"They've all sneaked off to your hometown."

In the basement, the three progenitors encountered another vampire—Dracula.

It somehow learned about that place, appeared there, and started fighting. However, it didn't know what methods it used, but it managed to defeat the three progenitors one after another, and it seemed that victory was just around the corner.

Look at these two guys.

Louis was speechless.

"They really do have their own schemes; they're all like the mantis catching the cicada."

He didn't say who the oriole was, nor who the hunter was.

After his initial reaction, Louis continued watching Freddy and Matt, who were undergoing a cycle of reincarnation. As for the nuclear bombs that might appear in the sky, and the Blood Ancestor and Dracula's little schemes?
do not mind.

Everything is under control.

Even if things go wrong, he has the ability to handle everything.

In comparison, Freddy's side has also reached a critical stage and needs to be kept on alert at all times.

Louis was extremely curious about what exactly those three mysterious demons left behind that could attract the attention of even the Demon King of Hell.

But then, at that moment...

Calls came in from Eulenka and others. Louis intercepted the call and connected, "Hello, Eulenka, what's up?"

"Louis, according to our spies in the Administration Bureau, something has happened at the Administration Bureau." Yulenka's words were hurried, and she seemed very anxious.

"Hmm? Explain in detail."

"The simultaneous disappearance of Director Smith and Chief Robert caused some delays in the Bureau's response in New York, but that's not the main point. The main point is that just now, the Bureau's people found Smith, but he's already dead!"

"Moreover, Robert's family mysteriously disappeared."

"Washington is holding an emergency meeting right now, and they've even sent us a request for help."

"How to do?"

Smith is dead?

Robert has disappeared?

Louis was slightly surprised; he really hadn't expected the two of them to end up like this.

He especially remembered that guy Smith.

I remember that guy was lucky. Last time, when I used the Cataclysm to sweep through Washington, he was knocked unconscious before he could take out the so-called Weapon Zero. He only lost an arm and escaped death. Afterwards, he even took the lead in the God Project—the Perfect Potion, the capture of witches, and so on, trying to rebel against my rule from below.

Although they all failed, they brought themselves a lot of benefits.

I was originally planning to crush him when I took over the Administration Bureau later, but I didn't expect him to die now.

It seems something significant has indeed happened within the Administration Bureau.

Could it be that Cronus couldn't stand the loneliness anymore? (End of Chapter)