American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 489 The horn blows
The fireball crashed deep into the Luoji Mountains, creating a large crater in the ground.

A handsome young man jumped out of the pit, with six pairs of dazzling wings of light on his back.

The man closed his eyes, took a moment to feel his surroundings, and then let out a deep breath.

"What a sinful world! It really needs a good clean-up."

With that, the young man retracted the wings of light on his back and walked in one direction.

Suddenly, a huge halo appeared in the sky, and three angels, each with twelve wings of light, flew out from within it.

One of the twelve-winged female angels, wielding a longsword, flew to the young man.

"Gabriel, are you going to sound the horn of doom?"

The young man nodded.

“Michael, you know that the time God spoke of has come.”

Another 12-winged female angel, holding a black book, flew to Gabriel's side.

"Gabriel, perhaps we have a better option!"

The young man frowned as he looked at the female angel in front of him, who was holding a black book and whose eyes were covered.

"Uriel, are you going to disobey God's command?"

"But God has disappeared! We should wait for God to return before taking any action!"

The young man shook his head.

"Even if God is not here, I will not disobey His command! Get out of the way!"

Uriel had no choice but to step back. Although the two had different beliefs, angels would not fight each other.

The last 12-winged angel also flew down, this angel holding a harp in his hand.

"Raphael, do you also want to stop me?"

"No, no! I just wanted to say that such an important moment should have musical accompaniment?"

Michael and Uriel glared at Raphael simultaneously, making Raphael somewhat embarrassed.

"Well, the atmosphere is so serious right now, I just wanted to change the mood!"

Gabriel shook his head; he was already used to Raphael's free-spirited nature.

Ignoring the other three archangels, Gabriel walked step by step toward the summit.

Standing atop the mountain, Gabriel gazed at the vast land and took out an ancient white horn, blowing it.

Michael, Uriel, and Raphael could only stand behind Gabriel and watch.

Surprisingly, the horn did not make any sound, but people all over the world seemed to hear four strange drumbeats at that moment.

Then, the whole world seemed to change.

First, the sky turned blood red, then gray, black, orange, and green beams of light converged in the sky, adding a different meaning to the blood red.

After blowing the horn, Gabriel turned to look at the three archangels, each with a different expression.

"Can you go back now?"

Uriel frowned as he looked at Gabriel.

“Gabriel, since you have descended to Earth in physical form, it must be for more than just to sound the horn of doomsday, right?”

Gabriel nodded.

"Of course, I'm not just here to sound the doomsday horn; I have more important things to do."

"Is it for the sake of the Holy Son?"

Michael asked another question.

"You will know when I return to Heaven."

Seeing that Gabriel refused to reveal his mission, Michael had no choice but to reopen the gates of Heaven. The three of them were not physical beings who had descended to Earth and could not stay on Earth for long.

"Gabriel, are you sure you don't need me to accompany you? I really don't want to miss out on such a big event!"

"time to go!"

Before Raphael could finish speaking, Michael and Uriel grabbed his arms on either side and pulled him through the gates of heaven.

Heaven is a pure white world; all the buildings here are white. If it weren't for the occasional green plant, there would be no other colors at all.

No wonder Belial said it was a boring world.

"This day has finally arrived."

Uriel gave a wry smile. She knew the end of the world couldn't be stopped, but she hadn't expected that even delaying its arrival was impossible.

Michael looked at Uriel; both of them were supportive of the current human world.

Although humans have many flaws, they still met many genuine and kind ordinary people during their travels on Earth.

Roy, Gerald, Vanguard, Fran Hammer, Isabella, Elise, Adrian...

This world is indeed very dark, but within that darkness lies the brilliance of humanity.

Gabriel did not spend much time on Earth, so he had no feelings for humankind and only wanted to carry out the commands left by God before he left.

"Perhaps, the world needs a messiah."

Michael sighed.

In the Bible, Messiah refers to the savior, and is often equated with Jesus.

"Michael, do you think a human messiah will appear?"

As he spoke, Uriel's expression became dazed.

"If a messiah is to appear in this world, then it can only be him."

After saying this, Uriel seemed to have made up his mind.

“Michael, I cannot stand by and watch humanity perish. I have decided to go to Hell and bring Roy back to Earth!”

Michael looked at Uriel in surprise.

"Uriel, are you serious? If you enter Hell in your physical form, you might never come back!"

“But I have to do this, don’t I, Michael? I only hope that during my time in Hell, you will do your best to prevent the extinction of mankind.”

"I will, you can rest assured."

Michael is ready to descend upon Isabella again through the ritual, although Isabella's body is no longer pure, which may seriously affect the power of the Judgment Angel.

"Um, if one of you goes to hell and the other goes to the human world, what about heaven?"

Raphael, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

Michael and Uriel both looked at Raphael, and the meaning was very clear.

"Uh, you don't mean you want me to stay in Heaven, do you?"

Michael and Uriel nodded simultaneously.

Raphael panicked and the carefree healing angel, used to being undisciplined, directly refused.

"No way! You know my personality, I'm just not good at management!"

“Raphael, this world has reached its most dangerous moment, and you must take responsibility. This can’t go on! I will have Rachel assist you; the work isn’t as troublesome as you think.”

Since Michael, who was like an older sister to her, had said so, Raphael had no choice but to agree.

"Okay, then you must come back as soon as possible!"

"If possible, I will definitely come back as soon as possible." Uriel looked up at the pure white sky.

"...The federal government has brought the epidemic under control, and Los Angeles will soon be reopened. Residents, please don't worry..."

An old man watched the TV host spouting meaningless nonsense, took a sip of beer, and started grumbling.

"Damn federal politicians, where does all my tax money go? Every time something happens, they say the same thing. What's wrong with this world?"

After cursing a few times, the old man still wasn't satisfied, but he had already finished his beer.

"Old lady, is there any beer left in the fridge? Old lady?"

The old man stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

At this time of day, the woman the old man called "old lady" would usually be busy in the kitchen. Although he didn't know what she was busy with every day, he was certain she was in the kitchen.

As the old man approached the kitchen door, he indeed saw the woman's back. She was standing motionless in front of the kitchen window, seemingly looking at something.

"Old woman, why aren't you answering me?"

The old man stepped forward and patted the woman on the shoulder. The woman turned around, revealing a green face.

"Ah! Old woman, how did you become like this?"

After letting out a scream, the woman suddenly pounced on the old man and began to frantically tear at his flesh.

The old man was caught off guard and was tackled to the ground; soon, his screams echoed throughout the entire house.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man stood up again, his skin turning green like a woman's. The two of them began to stagger out of the house.

The same thing began to happen all over the world, with more and more people turning into similar green zombies and attacking those around them.

At the same time, the dead also crawled out of the cemetery.

Cremation is not common in America; the rate of cremation is only about 30%, and most of it occurs in cities.

Unfortunately, given America's labor costs, cremating the deceased would definitely cost a lot of money, unless it's a city where cemetery fees are even higher than cremation fees, in which case cremation would be the preferred option.

Therefore, when the buried dead rise again, the impact on the town is enormous.

"How did it become like this?"

This is what Jennifer and Nydy saw when they arrived in Boston. The city had completely fallen, and the streets were filled with green zombies that were biting people like crazy.

"It's like a biohazard outbreak!"

Nidi noticed that some green-skinned zombies had smelled the scent of the living and were rushing towards the RV.

"Amy, accelerate and ram them!"

At Jennifer's command, Amy gritted her teeth and slammed on the gas pedal, running over the oncoming green-skinned zombies.

The RV began to shake violently. After all, this vehicle wasn't a 100-ton truck, and its performance over speed bumps wasn't as good.

Fortunately, Robbie Shaw School for Gifted Girls is in the suburbs of Boston, so the RV didn't need to drive into the city center, otherwise the vehicle definitely wouldn't have made it.

Even so, by the time Amy drove the RV outside the witch school, the vehicle was already smoking.

"We've got it done!"

The women quickly got out of the car to enter the witch school, only to find that the witch school had already erected a defensive barrier.

"Damn it! Call Madison right now!"

The ladies did not inform the Apocalypse Council in advance of their trip, so the witch school was unaware of their arrival. It was probably because of the appearance of the green-skinned zombies that the witch school erected a defensive barrier.

Fortunately, the satellite phone call went through quickly. After learning that Jennifer and the others had arrived, the teachers at the witch school immediately closed the defensive barrier temporarily to let them in.

"Why are you here?"

Madison, acting as a representative, inquired about Jennifer's situation.

Madison has always been the spokesperson for the Apocalypse Church, and now she also holds a certain position within the Witch Coven.

As it stands, no one within the Witch Coven is capable of defeating Carrie.

“We were traveling in Maine when some accidents happened, so we stopped by the witch school to take a look. We never expected this to happen.”

Jennifer looked out the window. A large number of green-skinned zombies were wandering outside the school. Fortunately, the witch school's defensive barrier had the effect of concealing presence, otherwise, a zombie siege would have occurred.

"Who knows? There's trouble within the Witches' Union now, and it's leaderless."

It was then that Jennifer noticed that the little witches at the witch school also had worried expressions on their faces.

"what's going on?"

Maria answered Jennifer's question.

“A few days ago, someone in the White House forced Mr. Mortel to make a prophecy, and Mr. Mortel passed away after making the prophecy.”

Upon hearing this, Jennifer patted Madison on the shoulder.

"Condolences!"

Although Mortel Snow only served as the High Priestess for two years, she held a very high position in the hearts of the lesser witches.

If Mortel hadn't been supporting the Witches' Union despite her battered and bruised body, these four members of the Apocalypse Society probably wouldn't have had such a good time to develop.

As a result, just as Madison and Carrie were about to graduate, Mortel died.

Madison clenched his fist.

"No matter what, I can't let Mr. Mortel down. I must lead my classmates to survive!"

Madison is now the de facto head of the witch school and the current leader of the Apocalypse Society; even the teachers listen to her opinions.

Unfortunately, Carrie's abilities were indeed superior, but her personality was naturally unsuitable for being a leader; she was only suited to be a henchman.

Maria's personality is too gloomy, and Zoe's strength is insufficient.

Madison is the most suitable candidate, both in terms of personality and ability.

"Madison, I don't think staying in Boston is a good idea. Although there are all sorts of magic circles here at the witch school, it's difficult to get food."

Currently, there are about twenty people in the witch school, including the teachers, and if you include Jennifer and the others, there are thirty people in total.

To feed and drink so many people, the school's reserves alone are not enough.

The funds for witch schools are provided by the federal government, but now that the federal government is completely paralyzed, it is certainly unable to continue supporting witch schools.

"Jennifer, do you have any suggestions?"

"I think someone will call soon."

Jennifer had barely finished speaking when the satellite phone rang.

"Hello, this is Gerald Orin! Ms. Morgan, have you arrived at the witch school?"

"Yes, we are already at the witch school, and we are currently surrounded by those green-clad zombies."

"Ms. Morgan, don't worry! I've already sent scouts by helicopter to pick you up!"

"Director Orlin, what about the little witches at the witch school? We can't leave them in Boston!"

Gerald on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment.

“We can’t leave them there, but witches are directly under the White House’s control, and the FEA doesn’t have the authority to take so many witches away!”

"Director Olin, I think the White House can't handle so many things right now, can it?"

"You're right, bring the person over first, then I'll go and submit the report!"

Madison

(End of this chapter)