American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 518 The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Not only was the ceiling gone, but the surrounding walls also looked like they were about to collapse.

"Damn it! This place is about to collapse, we have to get out of here!"

The five people rushed out of the restaurant in a panic. There were no more zombies, undead, calamity soldiers, or insects outside, only four unknown things standing in the darkness.

Isabella was standing opposite these four things, confronting them.

The first one was a naked, muscular man, entirely gray, somewhat like the guy who fell from the sky before, but this one was much larger and had four arms.

The second one is a fat man that can trigger trypophobia. His body is covered with tiny holes, and tiny insects keep crawling out of him.

The third one was a tall, emaciated creature whose eyes glowed orange in the darkness.

The fourth one is a black shadow. This thing is very inconspicuous in the dark. If it weren't for its red glowing eyes, you really wouldn't be able to see it standing there. It's even more camouflage than Kyle's.

"What, what should I do?"

Everyone was at a loss, except for Bob, who gritted his teeth and offered a suggestion.

"The bugs that surrounded us are gone, let's just drive away!"

Kyle readily agreed.

"Great idea! Let's go!"

"But what about Sandra?"

Howard was still thinking about his girlfriend when Kyle couldn't help but swear.

"Fuck! If you miss your girlfriend so much, why don't you just go to the freezer and keep her company!"

After saying that, Kyle led the way and rushed toward the pickup truck parked not far away.

Unexpectedly, Kyle tripped over the remains of a zombie while running, breaking his neck on the spot and dying a swift death.

This scene stunned the others.

"Dad, maybe we shouldn't move?"

No one wanted to die as meaninglessly as Kyle, and neither did Jeep.

"But are we just going to stand here like this?"

Bob looked at the five figures confronting each other in the distance and couldn't help but feel a little scared.

It's obvious that this place is about to become a battlefield, and if we stay here any longer, we might get killed by some unknown area-of-effect attack.

At that moment, Claire suddenly clutched her stomach and began to cry out in pain.

"How could this be? Is she about to give birth?"

Jeep became anxious as he held Clayton in his arms.

Bob, being a middle-aged man who had been married and had a son, quickly noticed some marks on Claire's thigh.

"Oh no! Her water must have broken! Claire, she's really about to give birth! Quick, get Claire to the car!"

The three men picked Claire up and carefully carried her toward the pickup truck.

This time, no one was as unlucky as Kyle; the three of them successfully moved Claire to the side of the pickup truck.

It's definitely not possible to put it inside the carriage; it's too cramped and unsuitable for a pregnant woman to give birth there.

So Jeep found a blanket in the car and laid it in the back pocket of the pickup truck so Claire could lie down on it.

"Ouch! Jeep, it really hurts!"

Claire gripped Jeep's arm tightly, the veins on the back of her hand bulging, a testament to the immense pain she was in.

Jeep was in a lot of pain from Claire's grip, but he didn't complain at all.

"Dad, think of something quick! What should we do now?"

"Damn it! I've never picked up or dropped off a child before, what can I do?"

At this moment, Howard suddenly spoke up.

"Why don't we learn from the camera work in movies and TV shows to help Claire?"

Jeep was stunned for a moment. Howard's method was indeed quite outrageous, but it was the only method that could be used at the moment.

"Claire, listen! You will have a healthy baby, and then we will build a happy family. You will have other children, and we will grow old together hand in hand! So, you must hold on now!"

Upon hearing Jeep's words, Claire nodded with tears streaming down her face, and then her body suddenly twitched slightly.

"Howard, help me bend Claire's legs! Jeep, you're the only one who can deliver the baby; we can only help hold Claire in place."

Bob had never delivered a baby, but he had been present during childbirth, so he knew a little about how to get Claire into the optimal birthing position.

Jeep freed Claire from her lower body restraints and checked her condition.

"It doesn't seem to be out yet! Claire, take a deep breath and push! You can do it!"

These are all operations that Jeeps often perform in movies and TV shows, and their main purpose is to encourage the other party.

"Dad, why haven't they come out yet? I remember they always come out so quickly in movies and TV shows!"

"Jeep, no new movies or TV shows. Even if a woman has a natural birth, it still takes a long time. Two or three hours is common, and it all depends on the pregnant woman's stamina!"

"I understand!"

While Claire was struggling to give birth, things were also changing for Isabella.

A large red bird appeared in the sky, and then a huge fireball crashed to the ground, causing the ground to shake violently.

It almost scared the baby in Claire's belly out of its belly.

"Michael, have you found the Holy Son?"

"Roy, the Holy Son is being born, and we must help him fend off the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!"

"Huh, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are all here? How lively! Should I invite a few more people to join in the fun?"

Roy activated the mark, and soon two fire circles appeared around him, from which two tall figures emerged.

"What happened, Roy? Why did you call us out so urgently all of a sudden?"

"Yes! I'm running a tofu stand with Belial!"

"Belial, Asmodeus, this is not the time for jokes. Look who they are!"

Belial and Asmodeus, who had been smiling, instantly became serious.

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!"

Among them, Belial also glanced at Michael.

"Hey, Michael's here too! It's been a long time!"

Michael gave Belial a complicated look. The two had fought several times in ancient times, but he never expected that they would have to fight side by side this time.

Roy, unaware of the feud between the Angel of Judgment and the King of Sloth, immediately began assigning tasks.

"There are four on the other side, and four of us too. How about we each take on one?"

Asmodeus immediately chimed in.

"Great idea! I'll deal with the Famine Knight then."

Asmodeus's abilities lie entirely in seduction and illusion, but the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are all strange and grotesque, which puts Asmodeus at a disadvantage. Therefore, he chooses the one who looks the weakest.

After Asmodeus spoke, Belial also made his choice.

“Then I’ll choose the Death Knight. We both manipulate the rules, so let’s see if its rules of death are stronger, or my rules of deception are more powerful.” Both demon lords made their choices, and Roy looked at Michael.

"Lady first! Michael, you choose first."

"Roy, there's no need to look after me. You can handle that one, leave the rest to me!"

Michael didn't actually know the extent of Roy's current strength, so he kindly wanted to take care of him.

"Then let's go with the War Knight. I've fought this guy before, so I have experience."

Upon hearing this, Michael frowned slightly.

In fact, in terms of direct combat, the War Knight is the strongest of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Its strength, stamina, and the rules of war ensure that it can fight to the end most of the time.

"Okay, if you can't handle it, just call me and I'll come help!"

After assigning their opponents, Belial, Asmodeus, and Michael each began to develop their own worlds.

Just as primal fears superimpose dreams and reality, allowing one to forcibly break through the limits of the world, Belial, Asmodeus, and Michael also possess similar abilities.

Belial created a deceptive space, enveloping the Death Knight within it, and he vanished from everyone's sight.

Asmodeus let out a clear, bell-like laugh that even distorted space, causing pink gas to appear in the air, which quickly enveloped the Famine Knight and the King of Lust.

Michael raised his right hand and pointed to the sky. A beam of holy light descended from the sky, and then the phantom of a 12-winged angel slowly emerged from the black-clad nun's body. At the same time, another phantom of a 12-winged angel fell within the holy light.

The two phantoms merged into one, which became the physical body of the Angel of Judgment descending to earth, while her original body, Isabella, lay on the ground.

Michael reached out and lifted Isabella's body toward the pickup truck, then drew a longsword burning with holy fire.

"Roy, I'm going to deal with the Plague Knight, so don't be reckless!"

After saying that, Michael swung the Sword of Judgment, creating a pure white space and dragging the Plague Knight into it.

At this point, all three ladies had completed their battle preparations, except for Roy, who was in a rather awkward position as he had not yet mastered the ability to overlay different worlds together.

Just so happens that War Knight doesn't have this ability either. It breaks through the world's limits directly through the rules of war, without any fancy visual effects.

So Roy and the War Knight stared at each other for a while.

"Alright, this can't go on like this. How about we have a symbolic match?"

The War Knight didn't speak, but just looked at Roy, as if waiting for something.

Roy speculated that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were standing still because they were likely waiting for the birth of the Holy Son.

"War Knight, I'm giving you one last chance. If you don't make a move now, I'm going to!"

The War Knight remained silent.

There's nothing we can do then. Since the other party refuses to make a move, Roy will have to take the initiative.

Even now, Roy still remembers the scene of facing the War Knights in Ravensfall.

The War Knight at that time was truly like a god of war; even with the assistance of the two angels, Uriel and Raphael, Roy was still unable to defeat it.

In the end, it was only by summoning Leviathan that the tide of the battle was turned.

It must be said that Roy was suspected of cheating that time; he didn't defeat the War Knight through sheer strength.

But this time, Roy is ready to have a real man's duel with the War Knight.

"Okay!"

A loud airburst startled the people who were still delivering babies in the distance, and then they saw a huge sandstorm appear in Roy's direction.

"Damn it! Did it explode? Jeep, you control Claire, I'll go get the canvas!"

Claire's production process was already very unsanitary, so to prevent sudden sandstorms from affecting Claire's production, Bob had to spread out a canvas and cover the back pocket of the pickup truck.

Then, Bob, who was standing on top of the pickup truck, witnessed an amazing scene.

In the distance, a handsome man was engaged in a brutal, hand-to-hand combat with a muscular, gray-haired man.

Basically, every punch produced a huge sound, making people wonder whether they were hitting with their fists or cannonballs.

The fight between the two caused the surrounding air quality to become extremely poor, with visible dust floating in the air.

This dust is not only unsanitary, but it also obstructs people's breathing.

Claire is in the process of giving birth, which is exactly when she needs to breathe deeply, and she might inhale a lot of dust.

"This won't do! Jeep, I'm going to drive you to a safer place, so hold on tight!"

Upon hearing this, Howard couldn't help but swear.

"What? You're going to drive a pickup truck while a pregnant woman is giving birth? Are you crazy?"

“Listen, Howard, I have no other choice. You’ll understand if you see the fighting in the distance! Staying here will only put Claire in more danger!”

Howard was eventually persuaded, and he and Jeep helped to hold Claire in place to prevent the pregnant woman from being thrown out.

Bob, on the other hand, tried his best to drive the pickup truck smoothly.

However, the road conditions in this area are quite bad, and pickup trucks are not known for their comfort, so no matter how careful you are, you can't avoid the bumps in the vehicle.

This caused Claire even more pain.

"It hurts so much! Jeep, it really hurts!"

Seeing that Claire was in so much pain that she was almost losing consciousness, Jeep was heartbroken.

"Dad, how much longer are you going to drive?"

"It's safer to drive at least five kilometers, let's hang in there a little longer!"

Jeep had no choice but to continue encouraging Claire.

"Claire, just a little longer! She'll be born soon!"

Claire stared at the night sky, her face pale, her eyes gradually becoming vacant.

"Dad, Claire looks like she's about to faint!"

"What did you say? You absolutely cannot let the pregnant woman lose consciousness, otherwise it could lead to the death of both mother and child!"

But what should I do?

"Think of something! Talk to Claire, get her focused! Son, it's all up to you now!"

Jeep immediately took Claire's hand and began to describe the wonderful life they would have together in the future.

"Claire, if you have a son, how about we name him Peter? He'll grow up to be a great guy, and I'll personally teach him baseball. He'll definitely make it to the Major Leagues and become a superstar!"

According to Jeep's description, Claire seemed to have regained some consciousness.

"But I prefer rugby."

“Then teach him to play football! Claire, hang in there.”

"what--"

"Dad, it looks like the baby's head is about to come out!"

"Really? That's great! I remember the doctor saying that if the head can come out during a natural birth, it's half successful!"

But at that moment, a huge blast wave appeared in the center of the battlefield near the restaurant, following the pickup truck.

"Watfuck? Hold on tight!"

(Dalia O'Connor)
(End of this chapter)