Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

His plan was to strike fast.

Do not reveal yourself. Observe from the shadows. Once you find the medium, strike swiftly and seize him. Then, rush to Orlando immediately and bring Freddy out.

Don't worry about these people not revealing their weaknesses; the demons that Mammon has arranged in the mortal world beforehand will act as catfish, causing chaos.

As long as things get chaotic, there will be opportunities.

As for confronting Louis head-on, that's a last resort.

As a god of war, sun, and agriculture, even though he was forced to abandon his divinity and fall into depravity due to defeat, he did not lose what he once was. On the contrary, because he returned to his original state, a part of him returned.

How can a war god achieve victory without brains?
Recklessness is just an outward appearance.

Therefore, He chose this tactic instead of starting a fight right away.

“Moreover, this is a good opportunity to reclaim some of the divine essence.” Baal’s eyes flashed.

He chose this antique shop not only to observe the police station and church, but also to recycle antiques. Although He had only been in the real world for a few hours, He had already sensed that many things related to God were related to antiques.

This is not surprising.

Because God in this era is itself an ancient symbol.

Ancient and antique are inherently inseparable.

He had already made a gain in just a few hours.

Baal touched the emerald in his hand, within which lay a fragment of the divine essence of an unknown deity.

Swallowing this thing will allow you to reconnect with the will of the world. At that time, you will know where your divine fragments are, and step by step, you will reclaim what belongs to you!

then……

A ruthless glint flashed in Bal's eyes.

After returning to the shop counter, he became the ordinary antique shop owner again, only a dozen minutes later.

Snapped!
A clear voice sounded.

The once indestructible emerald was crushed, and the tiny fragments of divine essence within were completely absorbed, replenishing Baal's power and acting as a medium to connect with the world.

hum-

The moment he connected with the will of the world, the world seemed to freeze. Baal felt this immense will and looked nostalgic.

It's been over a thousand years.

It’s such a long-lost feeling.

The world's will remains unchanged, automatically initiating contact.

Baal skillfully began to communicate with the world's will through the medium and some methods he had prepared before his fall.

soon.

Bang bang bang.

Three large, light blue crystal fragments fell out of nowhere in front of Baal.

Looking at the three fragments, a genuine smile finally appeared on Baal's face.

"My divine position, my divine status, my divine body, will all be returned."

"And...my divine kingdom and my believers."

Baal absorbed the three fragments of divinity that contained power.

These three fragments are the capital He left behind before His fall, in order to one day make a comeback.

At that time, because He was easily defeated by God and was hunted down by Michael, He had no choice but to break down His only divine position and hide it in the fragments of His divine personality. Then, He used the few merits He had left to exchange for the most secure custodian in the world—the world.

This is undoubtedly a backup plan, a gamble.

Fortunately, He made the right bet.

More than a thousand years, nearly two thousand years later, He has returned.

The world also fulfilled its contract and returned what it had been holding to Him.

"It will be soon. I will return as a god, standing as the oldest god, to rebuild the Flash pantheon and bring down that damned branch god!"

At that moment, Baal's gaze became unusually deep.

That was a long and complicated story of grudges and affections.

The Semitic peoples, also known as the Semitic peoples, are the original tribes of the Hebrews, Phoenicians, Canaanites, and others. Among them, the Hebrews believe that Jehovah is the birthplace of Yahweh.

In other words, He was born before Jehovah. Jehovah appeared from His branch, and then Jehovah, like a stitched monster, absorbed the characteristics of Him and other gods, and gradually grew stronger.

And this guy's strength increases at an unbelievable speed.

By the time they realized something was wrong, Jehovah had already ascended to the throne of God, and they were powerless to resist, even...

Baal suddenly opened his eyes, no longer wanting to recall that tragic memory.

“The past is past. Those who dwell on past glories are destined to never surpass the present. I must seize the opportunity, with the help of the demons, to ascend to the throne of God King.”

The trade with the world has ended.

Baal returns to the present world.

Everything around us returned to normal at that moment.

Jingle Bell.

The doorbell rings.

A guest has come in.

Barr stood up with a smile and began to greet the guests.

Everything was just like that of an ordinary antique dealer.

……

church.

The group, who had already buried Elizabeth and given her a holy burial, looked at each other and then at Constantine.

Amidst the billowing smoke, Constantine leaned against the door, the sunlight slanting through the smoke and illuminating his face, creating a striking contrast between light and shadow.

Chas looked at Constantine, slightly taken aback.

He stepped forward a few paces and asked, "John, what did headquarters say?"

"The situation is really urgent. The demons could make a move at any moment, and we must protect Angela."

John held up a finger and shook it gently. "Don't worry, I've already received a reply from headquarters."

"They'll be sending new elites over there, so we need to hold our ground until then."

"That's good, it's good to have news." Chas breathed a sigh of relief.

Angela and the many priests and exorcists behind her breathed a sigh of relief, after all, there was a big difference between having support and not having it.

"Alright, everyone stay put and guard all areas of the church. The church is closed for services and other activities. No believers are allowed to come in."

"besides……"

Chase arranged everything in an orderly manner.

Because it's part of the Los Angeles branch, the staff at Weather Church here are mostly above average in terms of ability and professionalism. Only the newly recruited staff might be a bit unreliable, but that's enough for just one church.

John watched Chase perform these actions without saying a word.

John's gaze was somewhat deep amidst the smoke.

He had a bad feeling, and the whole thing had an eerie quality to it.

Have I overlooked something?
John frowned.

Time passed bit by bit.

It soon became late at night.

The priests and exorcists began to take turns, and Angela was persuaded to stay put and sleep on a table in the church hall, so as not to leave their sight and avoid the kind of brainless scenes in horror movies.

John remained by the door, deep in thought and on guard. Just then…

Lights flashed on the main road outside the church.

Two police cars pulled up, and several officers got out and walked toward the church.

John narrowed his eyes instantly.

He remembered that he had already used his connections at headquarters to speak with the Los Angeles Police Department beforehand, right?
Chase noticed the situation and, seeing eight officers approaching, immediately said, "Stop!"

The eight officers who got out of the car paused, but didn't stop. Instead, they explained, "Hello, I'm Sheriff Blake. I heard that our colleague was..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Bang bang bang! !

Gunfire rang out.

John fired six shots in quick succession, each hitting its mark. Six people fell to the ground as they fell, their guns, which they had somehow managed to grip, falling to the floor.

Boom! !
The other two officers who were not hit, including the sheriff, immediately opened fire.

John slammed the church door shut and began changing the magazine.

A small number of Apocalypse Warriors, who had been hiding inside the church, also began to take action.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of gunfire.

but……

Before John could even breathe a sigh of relief...

One of the Apocalypse Warriors reported, "Something's wrong outside! They're not police officers; they're some kind of special creatures wearing human skin. I strongly suspect they're demons! Or connected to demons!"

John peeked through the crack in the door and saw that the six police officers he had just shot down unexpectedly had actually stood up, their bodies covered in disgusting slime, with many insects emerging from them.

No, it's not just insects.

There were also crabs, centipedes, and other creatures that looked like a hybrid of animals and humans, and even let out wild roars.

Bullets hitting them are like tickling them.

It charged fiercely at that moment, at a speed similar to that of a motorcycle.

John's pupils contracted, before he could react.

The Apocalypse Warriors immediately reloaded, bang bang!
Several bullets, gleaming with gold and silver, flew out and struck several monsters, exploding into raging flames, shattering their internal organs, and causing blood to flow freely.

Small creatures such as centipedes and crabs scurried out of the corpses and flew around.

Boom! !
The four Apocalypse Warriors quickly pulled out holy water and incendiary bombs from their pockets, mixed them together, and threw them out.

Wow! !

A wall of fire instantly rose in front of the church, blocking all evil from invading.

Seeing this, John inside the door nodded slightly.

As expected of the Apocalypse Warriors, they are certainly qualified as the armed force of the Church of the Apocalypse.

However, since the other side dared to launch an attack, they must have more than this force. We still need to be more vigilant and not be careless. "Be careful, there should be more."

"Yes!"*8
With the Apocalypse Warriors guarding the gate, John Constantine immediately turned around and looked at Angela.

Angela, who had been awakened by the commotion, was now nervously gripping her gun, on high alert. "Mr. Constantine, what's the situation outside?"

"Fortunately, our people stopped them. However, they came disguised as your colleagues. Think carefully, have your colleagues been behaving strangely these past few days?"

"My colleague?" Angela looked surprised.

If those were her colleagues, then were they already possessed, or were they monsters to begin with, or were they taken advantage of by monsters while searching for her...?

Angela's mind was in turmoil. She shook her head. "I... I'm a little confused. I remember everyone has been fine these past few days, everything's been normal."

“I see, as expected, these guys…” John gritted his teeth.

I dialed the number again.

After giving a high-level report to the Orlando headquarters, he hung up the phone.

"This is a big deal. What's happening now is just the prelude. If I'm not mistaken, the real big shots will arrive soon. We must move out as soon as possible."

“We have a basement here, or you can go through the back door,” an old priest said.

"Go underground."

Constantine immediately said.

Chase frowned, not quite understanding the decision. After all, it wasn't a safe bet and they could easily get trapped. But he didn't say anything, and led a group of people, pulling Angela along, towards the basement.

Constantine tossed a cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, lit it with his finger, and took a puff.

"Now is not the time to run away. If I'm not mistaken, the outside is the most dangerous place."

"Moreover, reinforcements arrived very quickly."

"If we do it well, maybe..."

"Catching a turtle in a jar... turning the tables on them..."

Then Constantine began to take out the mystical materials from the church and start writing and drawing inside.

Time passed bit by bit.

It was three o'clock in the morning.

As expected, another unexpected event occurred outside.

A vast number of countless demonic beings emerged, converging from all directions.

They come in all shapes and sizes; some retain a human form, some have a beast-like form, and some blend in with marine life. Of course, the ugliest of them are the demonic offspring that resemble aggregates of insects.

It must be said that when they come together, they do create a great sense of oppression.

In particular, they didn't just come from the front of the church; many also came from the left, right, and back, and were present in all four directions.

At first glance, it even gives off a sense of a zombie apocalypse.

Eight Apocalypse Warriors, along with some priests and exorcists, guarded a church, watching the monsters surging in from all directions.

His expression finally changed.

Constantine took a deep breath. The closer he got to this point, the calmer he became, and the numbing sensation from the tobacco made his mind even clearer.

"Then hang in there, give me some time."

After saying this casually, Constantine pulled out the special weapons that the Church of Apocalypse had made for him from his waist: two golden pistols cast from gold and a golden cross.

just.

The two items were not received by any other priest, but by a pair of young hands.

Chase, who had just led his men into the basement, returned at some point, took the weapon, and smiled at Constantine.

"give it to me."

Constantine raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you can, be careful not to die."

"Haha, you're not dead yet, how could I possibly be dead?" Chase put the cross down, gripped his two guns, and went to the front door.

Constantine stopped talking and focused on speeding up his sketching.

As an exorcist master, he is most skilled in various spells and magic. In the current situation, the enemy is too numerous, and there are even more dangerous beings behind them. Spells and ordinary magic are useless.

We need to do something drastic.

He happened to have gained some inspiration from Louis's [Sun God] system and those formations, and now he could put them to use.

"Magic circle... Sacrifice..."

“Expand…three and a quarter of a mixture of gold and silver…holy water and peach wood…”

"It's done!" (End of Chapter)