I'm starting a mythology craze at Marvel

Chapter 105: War of words between the two sides
"You said the Son of God is a cult? The commander-in-chief is suffering from Alzheimer's disease!"

"I have long known that the President is not a good person. He was the one who took the lead in messing up our country."

"Although the commander-in-chief is a fool, who the hell is Hong Xiuqing? Does Yahweh have such a son?"

"It must be a monster that appeared in the laboratory. Damn the government. They dare to do anything."

"Perhaps there is poison gas that is causing hallucinations in the entire city. Lord, what kind of country are we living in?"

"Bullshit! I know clearly whether it is hallucination or not. It is clearly because of this sinful country that the Son of God had to come and save us. You who slandered the Son of God will go to hell after you die!"

The entire American Internet is filled with discussions about this incident.

Some believe that Yahweh has no son at all, some people from New York strongly support the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing, and more believe that this is an accident caused by the government, and the poor New Yorkers have become victims of the government.

"Nonsense, what kind of experiment is hallucination? It's clearly the arrival of the true God!"

Coulson was furious, and Tony's face looked unhappy as well. After all, they were in the same camp. The Commander actually said that this was a cult. Wasn't that a slap in his face?

"It's okay. Everyone knows that miracles have not come to the entire America. It's normal for this politician not to believe it."

Xia Ling said casually without caring that no matter what the commander-in-chief said, it would be useless, even if he thought it was a cult.

As long as Colson, the governor of New York, intends to do this, the President can do nothing about it.

"I want to scold the idiot Commander and let him know my attitude. I just don't know if this old man with dementia can keep up with the times."

Coulson took out his cell phone and started to post large amounts of comments on the platform. A good governor turned into a keyboard warrior in the blink of an eye.

Xia Ling ignored him. It was just a quarrel between kids. Xia Ling didn't care about the evil cult the commander-in-chief mentioned.

If he says it is a cult, then it is a cult. Have the people recognized it? Has the capital recognized it? Has the Pope recognized it?
The appearance of the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing and the miracles he performed have planted the seeds of hope in the hearts of New Yorkers. This force cannot be easily erased by any political rhetoric.

Once you feel despair coming and are saved by that warm power, there is no going back.

Just like a moth to a flame, madly pursuing that hope.

Whenever despair comes, the people of New York can't help but think of the comfort of the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing.

By that time, this salvation will be promoted throughout the country and even the world, and will be marketed through the skin of Yahweh, and the finger line will be extremely popular.

"Tony, you should also scold this stupid commander-in-chief and let him feel the iron fist of capital!"

Tony heard this and a playful smile appeared on his lips. He shook his head slightly, but there was a cunning light in his eyes.

"Coulson, you're quite good at being a keyboard warrior, but we have to respond to the commander-in-chief's 'brilliant opinion' in a smarter way. Cursing directly may make you feel better, but it's not elegant or convincing enough."

"what do you mean?"

Coulson stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Tony, his eyes full of curiosity.

"We have to let the market speak and let the facts speak louder than words."

Tony stood up, walked to the window, looked out at the bustling city scene, and continued.

“The glory of the Holy Son is not confined to one city, but is accompanied by the testimony of countless miracles performed by the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing, as well as the firm support of countless believers.

This will be an unprecedented market feast, and capital will pour in crazily because people see hope and the future. Those who doubt, including the great commander, will eventually become the laughing stock in this historical torrent. "You mean you plan to make it bigger and stronger, but let's not talk about whether the Son of God will show miracles again. Will there be so many disasters in the future?"

Coulson hesitated. He was not looking forward to a happy America, but disaster every day.

But, will there really be a disaster that sweeps the world?
"There will be."

Xia Ling took over the conversation and continued speaking amid the slightly panicked looks of the two men.

"This is just the beginning. The ancient gods are about to awaken and they will come back to this world. The previous events are just a prelude. After that, things will only get worse."

Xia Ling's tone became solemn, and his eyes were deep, as if he could see through all kinds of changes in the future.

"The appearance of the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing was not just accidental. He was destined by heaven. He could not bear to see the suffering of sentient beings in the lower world, so he planned to establish a heavenly kingdom on earth to guide the world towards light and salvation."

The two looked at Xia Ling in amazement. The development of the situation was completely beyond their imagination.

Tony was fine, as his understanding of the magic conch and the "Apocalypse of Glaaki" made him realize the disasters that would come in the future.

Therefore, he was mentally prepared for the events that Xia Ling described.

But Coulson was different. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Xia Ling in disbelief, as if what he had just heard was a fairy tale.

He never imagined that the world he lived in actually hid such deep secrets and impending disasters.

Xia Ling's words were like a key, slowly opening the door to an unknown world, making him feel unprecedented shock and uneasiness.

"You mean... those ancient myths and legends are true? Are the gods really going to come again?"

Coulson's voice wavered slightly as he tried to process the information.

You know, the indigenous people of this land were almost wiped out by the country he was loyal to.

If these gods were to awaken, they would surely launch a frantic reckoning and retaliate. It would be strange if they did not exterminate all the people in this country!

"If the ancient gods really awaken, and bring with them anger and revenge for the past, then America will face an unprecedented crisis."

There was a hint of urgency and panic in Coulson's voice.

"Don't be so anxious. Without further ado, even if those gods are revived, they won't have any hatred in their hearts."

Xia Ling waved his hand, indicating that Coulson was obviously overthinking it.

"Is that so? Why?"

Coulson was a little puzzled. They had done such cruel things to the indigenous people, but how could the gods let them go?

"Because the gods don't care. They don't care who serves them. As long as the blood sacrifice is done, it doesn't matter if they change a group of servants."

"I see. Wait, blood sacrifice? That can't be..."

Coulson pursed his lips, somewhat unsure.

(End of this chapter)