[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-becoming-a-god-through-horror":3,"chapter-becoming-a-god-through-horror-becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-242":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Becoming a God Through Horror",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2273785,4441,"Chapter 242: Reactions from All Sides! The Combat Priest is Deployed!","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-242",242,"\u003Cp>Buzzzzz!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tens of thousands of green-headed flies transformed into swarms of dark clouds, rapidly spreading and covering the entire base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quick! Raise your defenses!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crosses! Reflect the cross!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Not again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams, cries, counterattacks—all erupted in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, those disgusting flies, usually mere carriers of disease, had become lethal killers, snatching one life after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taptaptap!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many soldiers chose to attack the demon Gula; human mechanical weapons spat bullets capable of shattering stone slabs, and in an instant, a hail of bullets rained onto the demon’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puch puch—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, all the bullets sank into the seemingly indestructible black-green skin—no! They weren’t just penetrating it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glub glub—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-green skin resembled a rotting swamp; the moment the bullets struck, they lost all momentum and were actively corroded and swallowed whole!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gula grinned wide and let out a booming laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Souls!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flesh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wails!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I haven’t felt this satisfied in ages—this is truly a grand feast!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jack, trembling at his feet, suddenly stood up, glaring angrily at the attacking soldiers, “Who gave you permission to fire? Drop your weapons, all of you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers exchanged bewildered glances, unable to believe their eyes—but before they could react, the green-headed flies launched suicidal attacks, melting their bulletproof vests and sucking up the bloody juices formed from their dissolving flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gula watched Jack, eyes filled with surprise, “Excellent. Truly excellent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plik!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cluster of green-headed flies dropped from its hand, landing on Jack and swiftly merging into his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visibly, Jack’s complexion improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it is not the Demon Lord Beelzebub, it is Beelzebub’s servant, a subordinate demon—and it can still perform similar abilities, such as controlling plagues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cancer is troublesome, but if you modify him directly, it can be resolved—even if he may no longer be himself, no longer human—does that not solve the problem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with this fellow as a foundation, I’ll properly enjoy the mortal world. Such opportunities are rare—I must harvest before the Church reacts. Hmm, better leave some backups too, for future summonings. This is called… called… hmm… sustainable development!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single thought from Gula, some of the green-headed flies quietly gathered into clusters, clinging to clothing and merging into certain people’s bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the majority of flies continued harvesting life from the base; thanks to Jack, this place now teemed with people—especially the sacrifice warehouse, packed wall-to-wall with bodies!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the growing abundance of souls and flesh, Gula let out a moan, its yellow eyes closing in ecstasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hidden figure stood motionless, watching it all with cold indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With arms crossed, Louis’s eyes glowed with radiance; he had observed the entire summoning process and realized its success stemmed from the strength of the final sacrificed girl’s soul—she was a latent medium!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, this ritual array was no ordinary one—it forcibly tore open a rift to Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should I say these capitalists really went all in?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sacrifices… too many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the “big green-headed fly” below, Louis sensed it slightly—it gave him a sense of danger, but no fatal threat. It was likely, like Malthus, a true demon whose body was a projection or flesh avatar, merely a top-tier demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, though troublesome, it was still within manageable limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, no rush to act—he wanted to test something first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Vatican’s Church headquarters, anomalies were detected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Pope declared the return of darkness and confirmed the descent of demons, the Church had undergone a series of power reorganizations, reviving many dormant organizational structures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Numerous modern departments were abruptly dissolved, replaced by several bizarre new ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One such department was named the Holy Land Bureau.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A priest sat motionless within a salt circle, clutching the Bible, eyes closed, murmuring softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Plague… gastric acid… river of corrosion… Hell’s eye… flies…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“America! Rhode Island! Harrisville!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the dozen or so priests around him rose and marched out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An order reached the Clerical Department; an elderly priest, carrying two massive rifles, exited the Vatican Church and arrived at a newly established Exorcism Academy within Vatican territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then emerged with a group of others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel Attermo, an elderly priest with a thick beard and a muscular frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, several priests and nuns he had personally trained followed closely; one priest asked, “Father Gabriel, where are we going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, to undergo a trial.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though I think this trial unnecessary, the Pope himself ordered it—so I must bring you along. Consider it escort duty, so you may properly conduct your trial.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trial?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priests and nuns paled; they hadn’t forgotten how they’d come here—or why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had just graduated, among the top few, yet remained unassigned for months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it seemed they were being sent into something massive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would this trial give them a chance to face a real demon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for one priest, all others’ eyes gleamed with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cotton, what’s wrong? We’re finally facing demons—for the glory of the Lord! Snap out of it!” He raised a steel cross, as large as a human head, like a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other priests and nuns raised their own weapons: crosses shaped like arms, cross-marked handguns, Bibles bound with chains and spiked with ramming tips…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cotton shook his head, face grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike them, he had experienced demons firsthand—he knew how terrifying they were. Could what he’d learned in the Exorcism Academy over these years truly combat demons?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling the horror of Abalam, Cotton’s doubts deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing Cotton’s fear, the muscular old priest Gabriel, walking at the front, suddenly turned and slapped his shoulder. “Father Cotton!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cotton instinctively straightened his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you remember why I chose you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because I read your file—I admired how, the moment you learned the world’s truth, you still summoned the courage to charge at the demon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps you were once an unfaithful believer—but in that moment, you returned to the Lord’s embrace. So trust yourself. Trust the Lord. Don’t fear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Gabriel’s words, something took root in their hearts; each straightened their backs, especially Cotton, who recalled the moment he charged at Abalam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted slightly. “Thank you, Father Gabriel. I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, board the private jet—we head full speed to our destination!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the private jet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel exhaled softly, gazing out the window at the bustling city below, eyes distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Church’s chief exorcist, he had handled tens of thousands of spirit incidents in his lifetime. Most were fake or low-level spirits, but he’d banished many demon projections. Aside from that smoking pervert, he was likely the most combat-experienced in the Church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was also Bishop Eileen—that girl, after re-sealing Valak years ago, fully awakened her Saint bloodline. Now she stands equal to him in power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it’s still not enough. Not enough…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord, why…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gabriel slowly closed his eyes, falling asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a certain location in Washington, a bureau headquarters device blared a violent alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, everyone in the base—managers, supervisors, janitors, soldiers—all turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Director was studying a map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, he located the approximate position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This energy signature—it’s Hell. Definitely Hell. But how? No time—contact nearby combat teams immediately. Airlift prohibited items. If necessary, request full military lockdown!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>England.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a certain room, Valak, who was plotting the next sealing-breaking action, felt something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness! Tall! Darkness! Pale!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valak, clad in a nun’s habit, emerged from the shadows, twisting her head toward a direction: “Hell… fissure… who has come? Has Mamen moved so quickly? No, I cannot remain so sluggish anymore. I must accelerate progress. Perhaps… I need an ally?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm? The gaze of a certain medium…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valak bared her jagged fangs, issuing a warning toward the gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And… the scent of a fellow…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the street outside, a cultist carrying a doll hurried along; beneath her feet, a shadow clung tightly, following the flow of water through the sewer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harrisville.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This small city had unknowingly drawn the attention of two major institutions, and with their actions, countless eyes were bound to turn toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swarms of green-headed flies still swarmed; Gula was devouring a human corpse in huge bites—within the demon’s mouth, humans and livestock seemed no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gula paused her chewing slightly, turning her head toward one side, as if seeing something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone has come… a medium?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1406,"2026-06-19T23:34:31.517Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1fbb7ac5899086446f8d50be7406ad1554cbd3967434aee2b49a8f91529b2c50","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-243","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-241",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]