Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

However, these weapons have only just been used.

They were all grabbed by a huge, fleshy tentacle and destroyed in one fell swoop.

These weapons did cause some damage, but not the same lethality as before.

In the hall, several high-ranking political officials and elite vampires watched this scene with smiles on their faces.

Suddenly, he threw the nuclear bomb briefcase he was holding at that moment.

The field team leader's pupils contracted.

Ignoring the attack of the fleshy tentacle, he rushed forward, caught it, and was torn to shreds by the tentacle in the next second. His bulletproof vest and protective gear only provided a brief momentary resistance.

Before he died, he threw the box violently at his teammates.

"team leader!!"

"No!"

"..."

The team members shouted in grief and anger. One of them caught the box, and the next second, weapons were unleashed again, and they began to suppress the enemy with firepower.

The hall was completely destroyed.

But this time.

"No! It's fake inside!" the team member shouted angrily as he looked at the opened nuclear bomb briefcase.

Wow!
Hurried footsteps came from the stairs behind. Van Helsing and Quinlan arrived, looked at the scene, exchanged bewildered glances, and went straight to the suitcase.

He showed no fear in the face of his teammates' firearms.

"Did you get the briefcase?"

"It's fake. I suspect these guys are up to something. Damn it."

"And you all, how did you get up here? Who are you?!"

However, the two did not answer them; instead, they wore strange expressions.

A mix of anger, relief, and regret.

It looks like a pie chart.

They looked at the elite vampires in the center of the hall who were trying to escape, and rushed over to start killing them.

But this time.

The television screen lit up again.

A button and a large, sharp hand appeared on it.

Van Helsing and Quinlan immediately recognized the hand—it was the hand of the Blood Ancestor!
Wait, that button...

Could it be that!
"Damn it! It tricked us!"

"The nuclear weapons were under its control from the very beginning!"

Van Helsing and Quinlan both turned deathly pale, then their faces flushed red, their eyes filled with a terrifying rage capable of scorching the sea.

On the screen, a hoarse yet elegant voice rang out.

"Humans, you have occupied the position of master of this planet for far too long. You are so weak, and the weapons you have invented are merely external objects, yet you insist on occupying the position of master."

"Heh, you weak species are not worthy of standing at the top of the food chain. You are only fit to be servants of a great being like me!"

"And you have actually occupied the position of master for over a thousand years!"

"Oh, of course, that's all thanks to the gods, because of their favoritism... But now, it's all over, humans, your end has come."

"Humans, I am the progenitor of vampires, and I hereby declare war on you."

"It all started with the destruction of New York."

click!
The button is pressed.

At that moment, the whole of New York was screaming.

A profound despair descends!
As the ultimate weapon invented by humankind, even if only two older ones have been used in actual combat, it is enough for people to know how terrifying this weapon is.

Now, dozens of nuclear bombs are about to fall on New York.

It is foreseeable that New York will soon become a living hell.

Even if one didn't die in the first wave of explosions, the intense heat and nuclear radiation would make one feel like they were living a life worse than death.

Therefore, they had no reason not to despair.

At this moment, people angrily cursed the Blood Ancestor and vampires, then looked up at the sky, hoping that this was just a large-scale reality show, or that they were just dreaming...

But when twenty or thirty small black dots appeared on the horizon, all hope was shattered.

"God! Is this your punishment for humanity?"

"Bullshit God! Fuck! Fuck!"

"..."

On the streets, Father Apocalypse, dressed in his blue and white uniform, was still carrying out his rescue work: maintaining order, killing criminals, and distributing medical supplies...

These one hundred priests maintained peace in parts of New York.

When they saw the Blood Ancestor speaking on the television screen, and the black dot appearing in the sky...

The young priest looked at the older priest and said with a smile, "Teacher, it seems we are about to meet with Apocalypse."

The old priest smiled and grasped the young priest's trembling hand. "Child, do not be afraid. Even if we die, we will die on the path of saving others' lives. Divine revelation will praise our righteous deeds."

"However, if you want to cry, then cry. There's nothing shameful about it."

"After all, you're still a child."

The young priest finally couldn't hold back his tears: "I... I knew before I came that I would most likely die. I... I thought I was mentally prepared. I was going to save those people. I didn't want to see their despair. I... I thought I was prepared, but now I'm so scared. Suddenly I don't want to die. I... I don't know why. I have no family, no friends, I'm all alone, but... have I... have I betrayed my faith...?"

At this moment, the other priests and the refugees also gathered around, looking sadly at the old priest and the young priest.

The old priest gently patted the young priest's shoulder with a tender expression: "The doctrine says that everyone must die. Some deaths are very heavy, as heavy as a mountain, and will be remembered forever. Other deaths are very light, as light as a feather, and will disappear without a trace with a breath."

"What you are doing now is undoubtedly a great act of kindness, as immeasurable as a mountain. If we die in such a good deed, we will be remembered forever and live in people's hearts."

As for faith, from the moment you mustered the courage to participate, you have already practiced the doctrine; you have not violated your faith.

"Life and death are terrifying. Fear is not shameful, and regret is normal. After all, we are just ordinary people. So, cry, cry, just cry it out."

“I believe that when we die, divine revelation will guide us, those who practice His teachings and those who suffer.”

The words fell.

A mournful yet not sorrowful cry rose and fell, continuous and unending, and in the blink of an eye, the entire district was filled with the sound of weeping.

At this time.

Nuclear weapons have arrived.

It arrives carrying extreme heat and despair!

This is humanity's ultimate weapon. From its invention, it has been a highly efficient killing weapon designed to kill humanity itself. Now, it is being used in actual combat again, and it is still killing humans...

……

The New York underground.

The three progenitors naturally sensed the nuclear attack; their sensitivity far surpassed that of the Blood Ancestor, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to detect Louis, the god, spying on them. They were also extremely furious about the nuclear attack launched by the Blood Ancestor.

After all, nuclear bombs can really kill them. The power of nuclear bombs is unique, full of radiation and fission, just like the sun.

With such a massive yield, even they would perish.

But they really couldn't understand why the Blood Ancestor would do this. It didn't make sense. They were all progenitors, and logically, they should have been the Blood Ancestor's helpers in conquering humanity...

Although humanity has lost the protection of the gods, it is not without power. Is it so sure that it can defeat humanity by itself?
And what about Quinlan and Van Helsing? Didn't they capture the Blood Ancestor?
There are just too many questions.

Unfortunately, they are now incapable of thinking, and even escaping or trying to avoid the nuclear core is impossible for them.

because……

"Hahaha!!!"

"Your power is truly wonderful!"

In the spacious basement, a giant, glossy bat stands atop the ceiling, with blood vessels connecting its heart and extending straight down into three blood cocoons below.

The blood vessels writhed slightly, like IV tubing, channeling streams of crimson, jewel-like blood into Dracula's body.

Dracula's glossy black fur had even begun to turn slightly reddish.

At Dracula's heart, a blood-red worm wriggled slightly, and the blood streaks were clearly protruding from the worm's body.

"Ahhhh-"

"Damn Dracula, you're stealing our power! We'll eat you right now!"

"A nuclear bomb is coming soon, do you want to die?"

"Let us go, let's leave this place together..."

"..."

Threatening, pleading, rational analysis.

But Dracula paid no heed to any of it; it even licked its fangs and stared greedily at the three progenitors.

"I've wanted you for a long time."

"Don't be anxious, you can't escape anyway, why don't you listen to a story?"

Having said that, it ignored the ancestral calls it made to it and began to speak on its own.

"Ever since I was defeated by Van Helsing over a hundred years ago, and miraculously survived, only to encounter a bloodworm vampire, I knew what I had to do to get my revenge."

"At the time, in order to recover from my injuries, I drew blood from that bloodworm vampire and unexpectedly found that its blood actually helped me recover a little. Although it was a small amount, it was still very effective compared to humans. Most importantly, I discovered the white nematodes inside its body."

"That thing looks disgusting. I never thought the Bloodworm Clan would have such a creature."

"Because it was useful to me, I began searching for bloodworms and vampires, eager to eat more bloodworms and vampires to heal my injuries, and even go further."

"I began to travel around the world, my footprints covering every continent. It was then that I accidentally discovered an island. I smelled the scent of bloodworms and vampires on it. After going up there, I found a cave with a desiccated corpse inside."

"When I got close, the corpse suddenly moved and spat out a large number of white nematodes from its mouth. Oh, you have no idea how disgusting it was. They were densely packed like a sea of ​​maggots, trying to burrow into my mouth, eyes, nose, and ears."

"Unfortunately, it made a foolish mistake. The long wait made it lose its senses and forget to check what species I am. It probably thought I was human."

"It wanted my body, but I blocked it with magic and found the blood worm's true form inside its body."

"The moment I held it, I felt like I was holding the whole world in my hands!"

“I felt a new power that was strengthening me, and from that moment on I began searching for new progenitors, and I continue to do so to this day.”

"Three, three, hahaha!"

Dracula burst into wild laughter, completely losing his usual aristocratic composure.

The three ancestors were utterly horrified.

No wonder, no wonder they were completely powerless against Dracula. This guy has mutated, mutated into a special being that hunts down the bloodworm vampires.

That foolish progenitor shouldn't have wanted Dracula's body!

Bloodworm vampires can't just change bodies casually. They've never changed the bodies of other vampires because it could trigger a strong blood-devouring reaction—a lesson learned from the past.

Dracula, however, was clearly special. Not only was he not possessed, but he was instead devoured and mutated to become even more powerful.

Unfortunately, it's too late to think about these things now.

They have become lambs to the slaughter.

Click, click, click

Click, click, click

The blood vessels began to tremble violently, accompanied by their wailing, a wail as shrill as a dying wild dog, punctuated by curses and swears.

Three bloodworms, slightly smaller than those in its heart, slowly broke open from the blood cocoon, emerging to absorb the last essence from the cocoons.

This is the true form of the ancestors.

Dracula's eyes gleamed with greed. His centuries-long scheme had finally succeeded!

Next, as long as he swallows these three bloodworms and uses the blood magic he created to imprison and fuse them into his body, slowly eroding their consciousness, he can strengthen his origin once again.

This time, perhaps I can become a demon god in one fell swoop!
"The Blood Demon God, the only demon god in the world of vampires besides the Blood Angel and the progenitor Cain!"

"At that time, I will rule over mankind, resurrect my bride, reborn my children, and kill all my enemies!"

Dracula was extremely excited.

Strands of blood gathered up the bloodworms that had absorbed the last essence from the blood cocoon, flew directly to their mouths, and swallowed them in one gulp.

His body began to shimmer with a magical glow.

Magic surged, and stripes appeared on the glossy fur, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, vaguely outlining a magic circle.

As soon as the three bloodworms entered the body, they were suppressed by the magic circle and transported to the heart, where they began to erode consciousness and drain power.

Just like the bloodworms before.

As the bloodworms fell into his heart, and were suppressed and absorbed, Dracula's body completely turned light red, losing its black color.

It became a giant blood bat.

"Now, it's time to leave this place of trouble. That new god has probably already noticed this place, and I can't let Him find me yet."

next second.

Wow…

Suddenly, the blood-red bat transformed into thousands of smaller bats and flew out from underground.

It has never been worried about nuclear weapons.

Because after the mutation, its survival ability became so strong that it felt it was almost impossible to be killed.

When countless blood-red bats flew out of the ground, soaring in the sky and transforming into a blood-red cloud.

Strands of blood seeped into the air, rapidly diluting and diluting again...

It spreads outwards.

Blood-red raindrops fell onto the wide ground, quickly penetrating deep into it, deeply merging with the soil, plants, stones, animals, and so on.

At this moment, everything in this area seemed to be tainted by blood. (End of Chapter)