Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Lucifer took a deep breath, lightly tapped the table with his fingers, and felt the lingering, restless, and seemingly spreading divine aura in his chest. His expression turned ferocious for a moment.

Calmness was immediately restored, and the power of the sin of arrogance gathered to suppress his heart.

"never mind."

With those words, the targeted, immense malice slowly dissipated, and the divine intent in his heart calmed down slightly, suppressed again by the power of the Great Sin of Arrogance, but it did not dissipate, like a persistent, malignant infection.

Lucifer's pupils instantly deformed, resembling the vertical pupils of a snake, cold and terrifying, before returning to their noble, divine purple starlight a moment later.

He hadn't expected this.

Even after so much time has passed, the wounds inflicted on Him by that outsider have not fully healed. In fact, just a little attention from the priest because he disrupted Mammon's Second Plan, and a hint of malice, is enough to trigger a backlash from these wounds.

It even forced Him to withdraw His malice before He could successfully suppress it.

"Five years, at most five years."

Lucifer clenched his fist.

Who is He?
Morning Star Angel, God's most beloved angel, the original ancient serpent, the most powerful Satan.

A demon king from hell who has destroyed countless pantheons!
How could I possibly be controlled by such injuries, or by that sneaky outsider!
He only needs five years to completely erode this remaining will, but that's not enough. That outsider must be watching His priests, so...

"To deal with outsiders, we still need my dear Father God."

Lucifer suddenly looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with a strange malice.

Wow!

A pair of jet-black, beautiful, obsidian-like wings unfolded behind Him, giving no sense of evil or filth, but rather a feeling of mystery and pure darkness.

Then, tiny purple starlight began to appear on the wings.

As the Morning Star Angel, He is the ruler and benefactor of countless stars; now, He is simply reclaiming His own power.

As the purple starlight completely covered every feather, a sense of holiness and sanctity flashed across Lucifer's face.

At the center of His brow, a green leaf slowly emerged. The leaf was lush and vibrant, like jade, and subtly exuded the contradictory qualities of wisdom and desire.

His consciousness, along with this mysterious leaf, began to rise into an unknown space.

……

Just as Lucifer, harboring resentment, began to cause trouble.

Louis also sensed the dissipation of malice, which made him realize that the spy had given up.

But Louis had no intention of withdrawing his power.

The decision he had just made had to be made; he didn't want to waste any more time, not even a second.

However, he still turned his head to look in a certain direction.

According to the last predicted sign.

The spy was actually nearby!

Louis glanced at a building in New York with a strange expression, then looked away, pretending not to know anything.

Below at this moment.

The situation has changed drastically.

Dracula, who was originally unleashing his power and aura, successfully attracted the threat he sensed—Khorne. But in addition to Khorne, the Blood Ancestor, Van Helsing, and Quinlan also arrived.

As soon as the parties met, there were no words or conversations, only swift and decisive actions.

Khorne flapped its blood-red fleshy wings, sending countless drops of blood flying like arrows in a volley. At the same time, its body suddenly moved, its ferocious maw opening wide as it lunged straight at Dracula.

The giant blood cloud bat that Dracula had transformed into suddenly dispersed at that moment.

It blends into everything in this area like rain.

next second.

One after another, strange, blood-red creatures rose up and launched an attack. No matter how many blood arrows there were, they seemed endless, knowing only how to keep charging.

but.

As the nemesis of vampires, Khorne's abilities extend far beyond the manipulation of blood. With its gaping maw wide open, like a black hole, countless beings assimilated by Dracula were stripped of their blood, their crimson blood flying into Khorne's mouth like swallows returning to their nests.

Gurgle, gurgle—

The blood was still writhing and deforming, vaguely resembling Dracula, and sometimes changing into other forms, but it was all in vain.

It was as if no power existed in Khorne's mouth, and he swallowed it with ease.

He licked his lips and looked greedily at the blood-stained objects of Dracula that had not yet arrived.

Highly nourishing!

Great supplement!
Beside him, Van Helsing had gone completely berserk. Its body, which had grown from five meters tall, continued to grow, eventually reaching ten meters in the blink of an eye, as it desperately destroyed everything in its path.

Each attack instantly destroys Dracula's highly regenerative blood-stained artifact.

Clearly, this is another one that counters it.

Unbeknownst to them, Dracula, who had been underground and transformed into a piece of blood-red crystal, swallowed hard, his face grim. He hadn't expected to encounter two creatures that could restrain him.

Van Helsing...

That creature, suspected to be an angel reincarnation, has been hunting it down for over a hundred years. That power that can destroy its regenerative abilities... yes, it's the Church's holy power, only of a higher quality and stronger.

As for that mad dog, damn it, it eats vampires!

This mad dog must be the creature that the new god went to great lengths to cultivate instead of eliminating them.

Therefore, even if it has the ability, it cannot take action, otherwise the trial subject will disappear, and the trial will be useless.

Delay, you must delay.

Dracula thought to himself as he felt the four bloodworms merging within his body.

Soon, soon.

Obliterate consciousness, devour the entire academy, and become the Blood Demon God...

Before that...

Dracula shifted his gaze to the Blood Ancestor, who was still paddling along the edge of the ground. A flash of bloodlust and magical fluctuations appeared in his eyes.

On the ground, watching them besiege Dracula, he was only holding off Kunlan's Blood Ancestor with relative ease.

Its gaze would occasionally drift over, secretly calculating how long Dracula could hold on. When it could no longer hold on, it would try to commit suicide again and be reborn in its birthplace.

at this time.

A magical wave swirled around its ears, and Dracula's voice suddenly rang out.

???

Losing its composure for a moment, it was almost struck by Kunlan's silver blade, but fortunately it managed to dodge by sacrificing one of its claws.

Dracula's voice was clearly audible in my ear.

They actually made it use all its strength to buy time, saying things like His Majesty Mammon already knew about the situation here and was opening the Hell Rift.

Blood Ancestor hesitated for a moment, but still did not use his full strength to delay.

joke.

Regardless of how credible Dracula's words are, even if Mammon really opened the rift in hell and came to the mortal world, how much power would he have left?

But now, what is suppressing the earth is a living god.

I don't know if Mammon will kill me, but if I dare to cause trouble, that new god will definitely have the ability to eliminate me.

The probabilities of the two are completely unequal.

Therefore, the choice is already quite obvious.

Blood Ancestor unleashed even more water, and was even slashed a few more times by Kunlan, but none of it caused any serious harm.

……

"hateful!!"

Dracula was filled with impotent rage; it hadn't expected that Blood Ancestor wouldn't be afraid of Mammon.

They were clearly quite wary of Mammon's orders before...

Unable to persuade the Blood Ancestor, Dracula racked his brains, trying to think of anyone else who could help buy time...

Suddenly, its eyes lit up.

"Freddy! He still has the silver coins left by His Majesty Mammon!" The entire city of New York is now shrouded in the barrier of the new gods, and Freddy should be no exception. So, as long as we contact him, we should be able to persuade him.

At this moment, Dracula felt like he had grasped a lifeline and desperately began practicing Freddy's magic. He sent out one communication spell after another, but there was no response, and he didn't even feel any tendency to enter a dream.

Clearly, Freddy didn't respond at all.

"Damn Freddy! You stupid idiot who deserved to be burned at the stake!"

It started cursing loudly.

The crimson crystal trembled slightly, and Dracula inside had bloodshot eyes and was extremely furious.

A moment later, it struggled to control the blood-stained matter outside, secretly gambling on its luck, its face contorted in pain from its frantic efforts to digest the progenitors.

"Give me a little more time, just a little more time, time..."

Heart.

The consciousness of the other three of the four progenitors finally began to dissipate, and bits of their origin began to dissolve, wriggling slightly toward it.

It's like using your own body heat to melt a block of ice in the dead of winter.

Slow, inefficient, and painful.

But the results were remarkable.

When the first drop of the three progenitors' essence entered Dracula's body, a strange feeling arose spontaneously.

It even vaguely sensed a higher-dimensional perspective...

but.

boom!
Bang bang bang!
The earth shook violently.

A massive black wolf-fur claw dug through the ground, burrowing downwards like the fastest excavator, causing the ground to rumble and tremble.

But the real threat is not this, but the drastically changed terror.

At this moment, Khorne sensed the power of its master.

“Master… is getting impatient.”

Although I don't understand why my master suddenly became impatient, that doesn't matter. What matters is fulfilling my master's wishes and ending this battle.

Feel the immense power of physical strength.

Khorne licked his lips and stomped his foot lightly.

dong dong dong! !

The earth responded.

Strands of crimson blood seeped from beneath their feet and into the depths of the earth.

It sensed it; it sensed the fluctuations of magic.

and so……

puff!puff!puff!

Threads of crimson blood devoured Dracula's blood, surrounding his body completely, and then, like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, burrowed into the crimson crystal, greedily absorbing everything within.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Dracula instantly revealed his true form, and the crystal shattered.

Its body was mangled and cracked, blood flowing continuously from its horrific wounds, heading towards Khorne.

Dracula realized that he had failed.

However, letting it die like that is not so easy!

"You want to use me for training? Go to hell!"

A surge of primordial blood power transformed into magical energy.

next moment.

In the sky, a massive crimson magic circle appeared, about to be activated without any pause.

This is a blood magic circle.

Transform the clouds in the sky into a blood magic war fortress, constantly drawing free energy from the air to unleash magic, transforming blood servants, corroding blood bullets, bewitching humans, creating blood tentacles...

but.

boom! ! !
A magnificent figure stood there, his gaze indifferent.

The blood magic circle collapsed.

Dracula stared in astonishment at the scene, witnessing his desperate struggle, which had exhausted all his strength, being defeated in such a way, leaving him completely bewildered.

Meanwhile, the terrifying cracks on its body continued to deepen and spread, drawing away its already limited power. Eventually, they even penetrated deep into its heart, reaching the four... progenitors.

Gulp gulp gulp——

Khorne even made gurgling sounds, like he was drinking water, from his throat.

“Power is surging up.”

It used the power of its blood to drag the defenseless Dracula up from the ground, then ignored him immediately and bowed its head toward the phantom in the sky.

"Owner."

Standing in the sky, the divine phantom that seemed to reach the heavens and the earth nodded slightly, its fingers twitching.

Like those dozens of tiny black dots, they could never reach the real nuclear bomb and vanished instantly, along with the infected descendants of the Blood Ancestor.

The disaster seemed to vanish in an instant.

The people of New York City stared blankly at this scene, seemingly no longer hearing the terrifying gnawing sounds.

Finally, they cautiously stepped out and knelt before the magnificent phantom in the sky.

……

Blood Ancestor knelt the moment the magnificent phantom in space appeared.

It was well aware of its current situation. After losing Dracula as a shield to create an opportunity, it couldn't even commit suicide to return to its birthplace and be reborn, so it shouldn't even think about resisting.

At this moment, kneeling and begging for surrender may be the only option.

Without the slightest hesitation, Kunlan chopped off its head with a single stroke.

Gululu...

His head fell to the ground, rolling at Kunlan's feet. Blood Ancestor licked his lips, looking at him mockingly, "You can't kill me. Besides, you are my direct descendant. Although you have mixed human blood, I am still your ancestor. If I die, you will die too. Do you understand?"

Yes, vampires are a special race with a strict hierarchy, like a pyramid, divided by bloodline. Once the first to embrace dies, the one who was first embraced will also die.

Kunlan simply smiled, then turned on the ultraviolet light without hesitation and plunged the knife in.

puff!

The blade pierced the brain, and flames burned away the Blood Ancestor's head as quickly as burning paper.

Available in the next second.

New heads began to grow on the Blood Ancestor's body, one by one, without any change. They knelt on the ground, worshipping the illusory figure.

Kunlan gritted his teeth, and this time, he stabbed straight at the heart!

Wow…

His body burst into flames instantly.

Numerous tiny white nematodes fell from its body, enough to trigger trypophobia in anyone.

Available in the next second.

These nematodes gathered again and transformed into the blood progenitor, who knelt in devout worship.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Kunlan swung the sword like a madman, repeatedly tearing the Blood Ancestor to pieces.

But it just didn't work.

The Blood Ancestor was resurrected and knelt devoutly on the ground.

Until a hairy black arm grabbed his wrist. "Stop. It's all over." (End of Chapter)