American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 208 Ceremony
The spear of fate!

Also known as the Spear of Longinus.

As the weapon that once wounded Jesus, the Son of God, it was stained with Jesus' blood, and could also be said to be the blood of God.

Legend has it that whoever possesses this gun can control the fate of the world.
At this moment, Baling, holding the broken Spear of Destiny, did not feel his own power increasing dramatically. He only felt the coldness in his hand and did not feel much else.

He carefully stroked the Spear of Destiny in his hand. Although it looked no different from the tip of an ordinary spear, there was one thing that was ultimately different.

That is the spear of fate, so sharp that it can pierce the boundary that prevents Mammon from coming from hell to earth.

The power of God contained in the blood of God endowed this spear of destiny with extraordinary abilities.

It is not only a sacred object in a religious sense, but also an incredibly powerful sacred object, as long as you can find the right way to unleash its power.

He touched it from the left and right, and Baling was really fond of this thing.

Half an hour passed, until the half-demons on the side were getting a little impatient, and some even became suspicious, wondering if Baling was stalling for time.

"My Lord Demon King, it's time to complete the final step of the rebirth ceremony."

Balzac stepped out of the crowd and approached Baling, cautiously offering his advice.

"Hmm? You're teaching me how to do things." Baling twirled the Spear of Destiny in his hand, casually playing with it as if it were a writing pen.

But the sharp spearhead would always point at Balsazar from time to time, and the piercing sensation that stung his soul instantly brought Balsazar to his senses.

If Baling accidentally makes a mistake, Balsaza will have a wild idea coming out of his head.

Considering this possibility, Balsaza didn't know if Baling did it on purpose or accidentally, but in any case, he chickened out.

"Your Excellency misunderstands. I would never dare to do that. I was just offering a friendly reminder. As for when to go, that is naturally up to you to decide."

After Balsaza finished speaking, seeing that Baling did not react, he quietly retreated behind the crowd.

But he didn't stay in Baling for long; soon after, he received a message from Gabriel:

"The ceremony has already begun, so let's not waste any more time."

Since the higher-ups are urging us to go, let's go. We've had enough fun anyway.

Baling grasped the spear of fate, preparing to head down to the lower levels to complete the final step, but before that, there were a few things he needed to say:
"A great era is coming, and an unprecedented undertaking will be born tonight, and we will all be witnesses."

"The fact that such a great thing was accomplished is due to your efforts as well as mine, but ultimately it is the result of everyone's joint efforts."

"The historic moment that will shake the world will be unveiled by the spear of destiny in my hand."

"But this isn't just me alone. I'll take your share with me and go together to do this final, important thing!"

Having built up the atmosphere to this point, Baling couldn't help but say a few more words.

The surrounding demons exchanged bewildered glances, but soon, a simultaneous shout rang out:
"Do great things! Do great things! Do great things!"

Listening to the voices of the people, Baling knew it was time.

He turned and walked towards the door.

But just as he was about to step out the door, he suddenly turned back and said:

"There's one more thing. You're not allowed to touch these three clueless troublemakers. They're my spoils. When I get back, I'm going to have some fun with them."

After receiving a clear response, Baling stopped and headed straight for the pool below, which was the location of the final ceremony.

About five minutes after Baling left.

Constantine and his group, bound like hostages in a corner and guarded by three to five people, began to stir restlessly.

After Baling, the most intimidating and powerful mole present, left, they hurriedly tried to save themselves.

Without a sound, Constantine and Midnight Father had already untied most of the ropes binding them. They were just ten seconds away from breaking free and launching a counterattack.

Just a little bit of time.

Suddenly, Chase, the apprentice in the trio, stood up.

He was the first person to break free of the ropes.

How can it be!

What was he going to do? As the weakest one, he shouldn't be the first to stand up, because that often makes him the target of concentrated fire—and he'd be dead in an instant!
"Chas! What are you doing! Chas, stop right now!"

Constantine looked up and suddenly noticed the resolute expression on his apprentice Chase's face, a determination that showed he had already disregarded life and death.

Chas did not respond, continuing to do as he pleased. Looking around at the malevolent demons, Chas's young and tender face showed fear, tension, and terror, but not... hesitation.

"Hello everyone. Let me introduce myself. My name is Chase Kramer."

Chase began chanting something that was unclear.

But the response wasn't good, because without any achievements, the half-demon were all asking, "Who is Chase Kramer?"

What? Nobody knows you.

That person is no big deal.

With that, there was no need for doubt. Several half-demons pounced and stood ready to kick the pretentious kid away.

But Chase laughed.

Chase's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he suddenly flung open his coat, revealing a gleaming golden grenade inside.

"What... this sacred and ancient aura, could it be...?"

"There's no mistake, this is a holy light grenade, a genuine artifact touched by God!"

"Quack! Danger! Everyone, get back!"

A knowledgeable half-demon recognized the origin of the grenade, and once he said so, everyone retreated hastily, quickly, and frantically!

The mixed-race demons ran as far away as possible, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.

But it's too late.

Even as the winged flying demon was about to break through the glass and fly towards the distant land of freedom, the dazzling holy light grenade had already exploded.

The pure light energy exploded violently inside the small grenade.

A magnificent, torrent of holy light energy swept in within a fraction of a second.

The blinding pure white holy light surged forth like a monstrous wave, sweeping across the heavens and earth. The powerful light had already crushed the weak darkness.

“Quack—!”

The mixed-blood demons, who had been clamoring to "do great things," were completely submerged in the torrent of holy light before they could even let out a miserable howl.

The demonic body that instinctively manifested couldn't even last a second; it was purified into ashes and vanished without a trace.

From outside the door to the window, the power of holy light filled every corner of the space.

The strong smell of sulfur was completely gone, leaving only a faint burnt smell in the air.

"Chas—!"

Constantine had a bad feeling the moment Chas stood up, and now, his premonition had come true.

Half a minute after the blindingly bright grenade exploded, Constantine was able to open his eyes groggily, tears streaming down his face from the intense light.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Constantine coughed violently, scrambled to his feet, and walked toward his apprentice who lay on the ground.

"Chas! Chas!"

Constantine staggered to Chas's side. The person who detonated the original Holy Light grenade would pay with their life.

This is beyond saving.

"John, I've finally done something useful."

Chase was barely breathing, clearly on the verge of death. "You have always been my proudest student; you have accomplished what I could not," John Constantine said earnestly, his voice choked with grief as he bid farewell.

"Go stop them quickly. I'll stay here for a while, it'll be over soon." Chas smiled, having received approval, he had no regrets.

Chase's face was rosy, as if he had caught his breath, but Constantine knew that he was not getting better, but rather experiencing a final burst of energy before death.

"Don't worry, my dear child, we'll be with you soon." Midnight arrived, and after comforting Chase, she softly recited a prayer to send him on his final journey.

The atmosphere was extremely quiet, even solemn.

The half-demons were all killed by the explosion of the Holy Light Grenade.

Chase finally couldn't hold on any longer; the light in his eyes disappeared, his pupils dilated completely, and his face turned ashen.

he died.

Picking up the golden sprayer from the ground, Constantine silently ran towards the final pool, with Midnight following closely behind.

……

That night, the place where Isabel died.

It's this clear, large swimming pool right in front of us.

The body of a Mexican man floats in the corner of the pool, while in the center, the kidnapped Angela lies quietly in the water.

At this moment, Angela's eyes were pale and cloudy, her skin was deathly white, and her blood vessels were bulging; her condition was extremely bad.

A few minutes earlier, Angela was struggling like a zombie when Baling arrived and knocked her unconscious with a loving punch.

After bringing Angela ashore.

Angela's belly was still restless; a hideous face protruded from her skin, as if a demon from hell was about to burst out.

What is missing now is the power of God.

With just a gentle stroke, Baling can help Mammon be born and come into the world.

"Hurry! Row down! What are you waiting for!"

Mammon was extremely anxious, seeing that he was only one step away from success.

"Help me come to the human world. Whatever you crave, I can give you. This is a promise that no demon could possibly make. Don't hesitate any longer."

"I know you like succubi. When I become the King of Hell, I will give you 100,000 succubi."

"I do what I say!"

Seeing that Baling was stuck in a wooden position and had not yet crossed the boundary, Mammon immediately started playing the interest card.

what!
There are a staggering 100,000 of them... It's truly astonishing.

Baling was momentarily stunned, as if lost in a fantasy.

in fact.

Having made such great contributions, coupled with Baling's formidable strength, if he were to join Mammon, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he would be crowned Emperor after the world becomes a new hell.

So, what will his decision be?

Moreover, logically speaking, Baling should have stopped at this point.

But he heard Gabriel urging him on:

"Quick! Row down."

Baling was shocked: "Drag it down? Didn't we say we'd stop at the last step?!"

"That's not enough. When he gets out, we'll teach him a lesson and make him taste the most painful despair at his most triumphant moment."

Baling made up his mind and said, "Alright! I will come to help you."

Wow!

The spear of fate thrust downwards, creating a small opening, and then Mammon's smooth head was forced out of the opening.

He wasn't tall, but his presence was incredibly strong.

Mammon, son of Satan, has officially been born.

Baling infused Angela's body with resurrection power, carried her to a corner, cast a barrier, and then slowly walked toward Mammon.

"Ah~ the taste of the human world, a pure land untouched by hell, the new world will submit to my feet."

Before Mammon was even fully settled after being born into Angela's body, he began to marvel at the beauty of the world and utter grand pronouncements.

“My father, I have built my own kingdom. From this day forward, I shall be the new King of Hell!”

Mammon spread his arms wide, revealing his wild and unrestrained demeanor; he was determined to become the ruler of the world!

呲!
With a soft sound, the spear tip pierced his back and protruded from his chest.

Mammon froze, slowly turning his head as if puzzled. He was about to unleash his power to blast away Baling, who was launching a sneak attack, but someone had already moved faster than him.

In a split second invisible to the naked eye, an extremely fast and fierce attack blasted straight toward Baling's crown.

Having anticipated this, Baling dodged and vanished to another location.

"Archangel Gabriel, what is this all about? Are you blind and have mistaken me for someone else?"

Baling held the spear of fate, his mouth questioning, but his face showed no surprise.

The person who launched the sneak attack was indeed Gabriel; she had indeed made a deal with Mammon.

"The world is defiled. It needs a trial to cleanse itself of the defilement, and only those who remain are worthy of the Lord's great love."

Gabriel's cold face revealed an undeniable majesty; she was going to bypass God and judge humanity directly.

She didn't know when Baling was discovered, but all obstacles must be eliminated.

"If you think the world is bad, then go and improve it, instead of standing high and mighty and judging it. It's far from bad enough to warrant a major purge. I see the world as a vibrant place, full of life and thriving creatures, so why are you acting like this!"

Baling strongly opposed Gabriel's extreme ideology.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you. Since you won't cooperate, then go to heaven!" Gabriel waved his hands, and pure holy light condensed into countless spears of light, which shot towards Baling like a storm, sealing off all of his escape routes.

Baling had long been prepared for the battle. When the light spear condensed, Baling created a bone spear shaft, which was then embedded in the mortise of the spear of destiny and secured with straw.

A spear, pieced together, was thus completed.

A dense rain of light spears shot down, and Baling shook the spear. In his hands, the Spear of Destiny moved as nimbly as a surging dragon, its tip precisely aligning with each of the light spears.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

The crackling sound was a hundred times more intense than the sound of hammering iron, and the shadow of the spear instantly covered his entire body.

The rain of light spears that came at him couldn't even get close to Baling; they were all easily deflected by him using the Spear of Destiny.

But this is just an appetizer; the onslaught that follows will be even fiercer.

The spear of fate is indestructible, immortal, and can withstand almost any harm in the world.

With this spear, Baling was like a tiger with wings; with a flap of his wings, he fought Gabriel for hundreds of rounds.

Once the dazzling holy light shone, it never stopped. Both sides were using the same source of energy, so neither could break the other's move for a while.

On the other side, after being stabbed by the spear of fate, Mammon's high spirits waned, and excruciating pain surged through his body from the gaping wound.

It enraged him and made him furious!

"Roar—!" A roar filled with pain, rage, and ferocity echoed throughout the swimming pool.

The ceilings on the upper floors suddenly cracked open.

Two unlucky guys fell straight into the pool; they were Constantine and Midnight.

(End of this chapter)