Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

In the realm of Bhaddama, in Hell.

Just as Tommy was on the verge of death, he paused, looking at the message in his hand with a thoughtful expression. The puppet Finley sitting on his head looked down curiously.

The intelligence indicates that a large group of evil spirits is attacking from outside, led by a rather powerful demon. Because most of the Dao soldiers and other forces have been mobilized in Hell, and those remaining in the mortal world have mostly dispersed, especially those sent to the Northern Continent to expand their territory, it is not possible to gather too many elites to deal with the situation in a short time.

Therefore, in order to eliminate this evil spirit army more safely and quickly, and to prevent it from causing greater losses, the Orlando Cathedral took the initiative to contact them, who were located in Hell.

As the current commander of the Apocalypse Warriors, Tom is among the higher-ups here and naturally received the message. He believes the others will arrive soon.

as predicted.

Within minutes, several people walked up to Tommy.

These are the top leaders of the human army currently in Hell.

Jack, who fought the Otherworldly clown for over a hundred years without losing his will and forging a spiritual light, is currently a bishop-level priest—oh wait, he was recently promoted to archbishop and is now a potential apostle or even the Pope of the Apocalypse.

I met Louis a long time ago. By chance, I left the church and joined Father Cotton of the Church of Apocalypse. Of course, now he is the leader of the exorcists of the Church of Apocalypse.

Finally, there's Tommy himself, the leader of the Apocalypse Warriors.

However, besides the three of them, there was another person following Tommy, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat like Constantine but appeared colder and more mature. This was John Wick, the believer they had discovered when solving the Fog incident.

He was valued by Louis and entrusted to Tommy for training. Now he has become Tommy's successor and the future leader of the Apocalypse Warriors, which is why he is able to stand here now.

"You've all seen the communications, haven't you?"

“I don’t think it’s necessary to make a big fuss. Let the Five Wraiths continue to fight in Hell. As for the Ten Thousand Beasts Soldiers, since Khorne is not here, we must leave someone here to command those ferocious beasts.”

"Furthermore, our own people also need leaders, so the most suitable person is one of us with a strong fighting ability to lead people out and quickly take down that evil spirit legion."

"What do you guys think?" Tommy asked, looking at the group.

Tommy's words were motivated by both public and private motives.

His suggestion was indeed the most suitable one in his opinion. At the same time, he considered himself the most capable fighter among them, making him a good candidate to go out.

Then I can take the opportunity to breathe some fresh air and enjoy the outside world. Hmm, it would be best to find a few hot girls to have some fun with when I get back after the mission is over.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Tommy's face.

He's a restless person. Although he has some mental issues, he doesn't like killing all the time. Now that he has a chance to go out, he naturally wants to seize it.

Cotton and Jack exchanged a glance, and after a brief moment of thought, they both agreed with Tommy's statement.

"Okay, then I'll volunteer..."

Before he could finish speaking, a voice rang out from behind him, "I recommend myself."

???

That voice... John Wick!
Tommy suddenly felt like he'd been betrayed!

He turned around abruptly, "John?"

John Wick bowed slightly to Tommy. "I'm sorry, sir."

“I have a reason to go out; I need to find my…dog.”

???

Tommy looked increasingly confused.

How did this get involved with dogs again?

John Wick briefly recounted his story with his dog, which was roughly about a former hitman who fell in love, only to have his wife tragically pass away, leaving him with only his wife's dog for company.

In short, he was quite fond of that dog.

But because he was going to hell, he didn't bring the dog with him. Instead, he put it in his apartment in Orlando and hired someone to take care of it.

But just yesterday, when he contacted the outside world, the nanny told him that his dog had run away and had not been found yet. This reminded him of the enemies he had made when he was an assassin. Could it be that his enemies had kidnapped his dog?
It's not impossible, after all, his enemies are quite familiar with him and know what he cares about right now.

He had originally planned to apply to go out today to look for clues himself, but unexpectedly, this communication came just in time.

After saying that, John looked at Tommy.

But Tommy was also looking at him with an indescribable expression, as if he were looking at some rare species. Not only him, but the two people next to him also had complicated expressions.

Finally, Tommy smirked and said.

"I'm saying, don't you have some misunderstanding about your current identity?"

?

John looked up in confusion.

"Orlando is our home turf. Your so-called enemies from the past can't come here; they'll be arrested immediately. Besides, you're now an Apocalypse Warrior, and a future captain of the Apocalypse Warriors. You have the authority!"

The two people next to him nodded silently. Just kidding, the Apocalypse Warriors were not nobody under Louis's command; they were part of a violent organization!
"So do you understand?"

“You don’t need to go out in person at all. Just issue an order or tell the city hall, and countless people will rush to investigate.”

John Wick was taken aback upon hearing this.

His past killer mentality had led him to think in a habitual way, but now, his rational mind tells him that Tommy is right, he seems to really have that right, and things are different now than before!

At this moment, the assassin's mind was on the verge of collapse.

Tommy then made a quick dial to a special communication service, and five minutes later, John Wick's dog was found in the sewers and is currently being transported to his former apartment.

John Wick fell completely silent upon witnessing this scene.

Some things really do seem to need a change.

Finally, he apologized to Tommy.

Tommy smiled nonchalantly and handed him a cigarette. "Alright, think it over more in the future. Don't always think of yourself as an assassin. Get used to your new identity."

"I'm leaving. You two keep an eye on things."

With that, Tom turned and walked away with a flourish, while Finley, sitting on his shoulders, seemed to be dancing with joy.

The two of them, one person and one puppet, walked out of the gates of hell.

……

After leaving the dojo, I returned to downtown Orlando.

Looking at the bustling street scene, the hot and sexy women dressed in sexy clothes, the fragrant fried chicken and chicken wings, and the safe and harmonious social environment...

Tom felt relieved and, with Finley by his side, quickly gathered a group of people from the Orlando Cathedral and headed south.

This group of people was temporarily drawn from various branch churches in Orlando by the cathedral. Among the team leaders, there was a familiar figure, a small, dark-skinned man who looked to be well-fed.

Meanwhile, Buckman, leading the Legion of Evil Spirits, was heading towards Orlando, traveling in a straight line at an extremely fast speed, and had already approached Orlando in just a few hours.

However, before heading to Orlando, there was an unavoidable destination: Miami.

And this place is not simple either.

As the birthplace and former stronghold of the Cano family, Miami is the largest city in Florida with the highest level of control besides Orlando, and it has a considerable number of secretive forces stationed there.

Especially since Karl and other members of the Cano family are also here.

and so……

When the evil legion approached and ravaged a small town outside Miami.

Miami has dispatched a unit. The entire unit has been given witchcraft potions, kept a pack of wolfhounds, wore peach wood amulets, carried silver swords and holy water, and were vaguely carrying firearms. Veterans who have participated in many mysterious missions have appeared.

Of course, they were actually mostly former gang members of the Cano family.

Including Andrei and others.

The leader among them is Louis's second uncle, who once helped him command the Rebirth Base and later controlled the Cano Group, continuing to the present day as Arsène Cano.

He was toying with a small coffin, about the size of a palm, that exuded a cold, abscessed aura.

Looking at the family members around him, he didn't say anything unnecessary, but simply stated his position.

"Next, we are going to fight a tough battle, and we must not let the family down."

"Yes!!"

A group of people were riding in armored vehicles and moving forward.

Soon, they arrived at the town, where cries of agony filled the air—the sounds of flesh being torn apart, mournful sobs, and angry shouts…

The various voices mixed together made it clear to anyone who heard them that what was happening inside was definitely not a good thing.

"Begin!" Arsen waved his hand.

Thousands of people immediately set up and headed inside.

The war is about to start.

Outside town.

Arsen held the small coffin in his hand without the slightest panic. After all, the outcome of this battle was already predetermined, so why worry?
The reason for not resolving the battle immediately is simply to train the troops.

If something unexpected really happens...

Arsen played with the small coffin in his hands even faster.

Just then, he received a call from behind, "Tommy? Oh, I see."

He hung up the phone and continued to stare silently at what was in front of him.

It doesn't matter whether reinforcements come from the rear; continue training.

After thousands of people went inside, they immediately engaged in a fierce battle with the evil spirits.

These warriors were equipped with too many gadgets; even their firearms and bullets were specially made, mimicking the sacred bullets and spirit-destroying bullets of the Vatican and the Bureau.

Under such power.

The evil spirits did not gain any advantage. Although they were enhanced by Baal's magic, they were not very strong to begin with. After all, even the strongest evil spirits are only so-so. The fact that they could block the attack and not be defeated at the first touch already showed that they were powerful.

under these circumstances.

Buckman emerged, his body covered in black carapace and bulging muscles.

Its body has changed again over the past few hours, growing to eight meters tall, and a tail that looks like a scorpion's tail or a tail made up of black blades has grown out of its back.

Blades also grew from his arms and legs, and a single horn grew from his head.

It looks quite unique.

Of course, the biggest change is not these, but the blue lightning wrapped around its body, which is constantly rotating and radiating powerful energy.

Clearly, in the past few hours, Baal had absorbed some of the power left in its body, and now it was no weakling among the demons.

The special lightning magic had not yet been exhausted. Although the overall flow rate had decreased somewhat, the enhancement was clearly not over yet.

Buckman licked his lips, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked out of town, his gaze revealing emotions other than resentment: greed and appetite.

It sensed it; many high-quality souls were appearing there, and...it even smelled wonderful!
As it undergoes deep demonization, it also begins to exhibit the characteristic of demons consuming souls.

"Mayor!"

"Mayor! Please save us!"

“Those damn Yankees have sent their troops.”

"Kill all these hypocrites!"

"..."

For over a hundred years, hearts filled with resentment have not been so easily deterred. One by one, they have begun to go mad, like a group of madmen launching a suicidal charge.

Buckman also leaped and arrived at the town gate.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the ground cracked open.

Buckman stepped out and shouted, "Humans, die!"

Without saying a word, the battle began immediately.

"Target is of Demon level. It is recommended to avoid it and adopt a siege mode."

"Watch out! Watch out!"

"It's launched an attack... Damn! Its attack power is incredible, quick, surround it!"

"..."

Listening to the voices around him, Backman looked on with disdain. Humans a hundred years from now are nothing special.

With a casual slash, he cut a soldier who hadn't had time to retreat in two. Then, Buckman opened his mouth wide, looked at the dozens of souls in front of him, licked his lips, and began to suck!
but……

The souls remained motionless, then vanished in a daze. In the shadows, Buckman even saw... the territory of a god?
!!!

Buckman retreated repeatedly. What kind of god do these guys believe in?

It actually protects their souls.

Damn it, why didn't that damned God protect us when we were being slaughtered by the Yankees?!

Buckman's face, covered in black armor, twitched, filled with resentment.

Then, looking at these souls that were completely untouchable, he stomped his foot in frustration, turned his head sharply, and looked at Arsen in the distance with his bloodshot eyes.

If we can't get their souls, then the value of these guys is greatly reduced, and there's no need to waste any more time here. We should finish them off as soon as possible and get to Orlando to find Freddy and complete the mission.

With this thought in mind, Bachman leaped and headed towards Arsen.

boom! ! !
As the smoke cleared, Buckman lunged forward, his arm blade aimed directly at Arsen's neck.

The blades on the black arm emitted a faint glow under the influence of magic, greatly increasing their sharpness.

No mortals, no, not even extraordinary beings with some abilities, can stop it!

Die!

Whoosh whoosh—

Special sniper bullets flew towards it, but they did not damage it at all. However, just as it approached Arsen,

when!
Suddenly, a "black mountain" rose up in front of Yasin.

This "Black Mountain" is tall and cold, exuding a chilling aura. Just one glance at it makes you feel a chill to your very bones, as if there is something evil and terrifying inside.

The arm blade struck it, sending sparks flying, but it couldn't cut through the thing at all! (End of Chapter)