From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 120 Or, why don't you trust me and give it a try?

"Boom!" A colossal wave, as if a natural disaster had struck, appeared around the giant serpent, like the gaping maw of an endless monster biting at the edge of the city.

The first to suffer were the ships that hadn't made it out of the harbor. These large ships looked so helpless in the waves. They were overturned in a jolt and then crashed hard into the harbor's trusses!

The devastating roar was barely audible in the heavy rain, but even through the layers of rain, many people could still vaguely sense the impact of the destruction!

But this is still just the first appetizer of the tsunami; this surge is merely the rhythm before the ocean roars.

In their eyes, the towering waves, as high as mountains, were only now barely approaching, their pale foam covering the ink-black seawater like the angry slap of death!

It crashed into the coastline.

If the rushing waves they once saw were the most original colors of the sea, and the gentlest reflection of the ocean.

So now, these tsunamis that seem like the beckoning of death are the most violent side of the ocean!
Palm trees along the coast were instantly torn apart by the current, and the shops, buildings and structures along the coast also exploded with a roar as the waves approached, turning into fragments that were swept into the raging sea.

Even the high-rise buildings by the sea were not spared. The glass curtain walls were torn apart and the buildings were destroyed. All traces of human activity seemed like mere building blocks in front of it!
With just one slap, the building blocks were destroyed, leaving only a mess and even darker seawater.

This horrific sight made Santis, standing in the helicopter, extremely anxious.

This is the city he manages. After this disaster, let alone development, it would be the best outcome if the economy didn't decline.

"Where is Cardinal Angus?" Suddenly, Santis remembered something and looked down at the beach.

Under the terrible natural disaster, the beach was not very conspicuous, but he could clearly see the scene over there because it was shining white under the dark sky!
It was a golden shield of light that enveloped the beach, sheltering the entire beach hotel and tens of thousands of people within it.

Terrifying waves crashed against the golden shield of light, washing away everything around it, leaving only the shield stubbornly holding its ground at the forefront of the wave!

That thin shield of light was like the most reassuring barrier, keeping all dangers out and allowing those inside to survive.

The second and third waves failed to shatter the light barrier, causing Santis's face to gradually change from surprise to gloom.

He was a veteran politician who had risen through the ranks from city councilor, and he certainly understood how much positive faith a miraculous "sanctuary" could bring in the face of such a natural disaster.

At least these protected people, from this moment until their death, will be the most outstanding believers of Catholicism!
On the other hand, there is no way to cover this up. It will definitely be reported. When that happens, the inaction of the Florida government will also be reported by those unscrupulous media. Wouldn't that mean the end for them?
At the very least, his political reputation will suffer an unparalleled blow!
Thinking of this, Santis's face darkened even more. How could Father Angus really have such ability to save people even during a natural disaster?
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have left. He would have stayed and appeased the people. Under such circumstances, the political prestige he could have gained would have been enough to elevate him to the status of the golden-haired successor.

Unfortunately, Father Angus didn't tell him this, causing him to miss this great opportunity!
Just as Santis was thinking this, the helicopter suddenly started shaking violently, which made Santis panic!
He quickly looked up to reprimand the driver, but in the process, he didn't even have the courage to speak.

Because right in front of him, an eye almost the size of a helicopter cockpit was quietly staring back at him.

Now he knew why the helicopter was shaking; if he had been in the pilot's seat, the helicopter would have been spinning and crashing by now...

"Fuck you!" Santis cursed as he saw the propeller, which had stopped spinning, fall past him, and the space around him began to shift at the speed of light.

He was right; the helicopter was indeed spinning and falling.

The shadow of death loomed around him, causing him to cry out in terror, "Help!"

The giant snake glanced at the helicopter with disinterest, then turned its head and resumed stirring up the waves.

It didn't even care about the process of this "little thing" falling down. To Atlas, it was just a glance, and it didn't care about the traffic crisis caused by the glance.

But the governor and his staff clearly only have a little time left to fall.

They screamed, prayed, and cursed, hoping for salvation. The fleeting light had filled them with expectation of the Lord, but among any person on the plane, who was even a basic "shallow believer"?
These people often talk about "faith," but everything they do has nothing to do with faith, and is even blasphemous.

Even if the Lord will not judge their sins while they are alive, He certainly will not spare their lives; ignoring them is the greatest mercy.

Angus, who was on the beach, glanced at them and continued what he was doing, helping up those who had knelt on the ground and telling them to worship faith rather than miracles.

Such a look lingered in the minds of everyone on the plane, filling them with utter despair.

Yes, they yearn for salvation, but they don't even believe, so how can they expect salvation?

The Lord's light shines on believers, but for the unbelievers, not attacking you with swords is already a sign of leniency.

In the fleeting moments before his death, Santis seemed to understand everything, but he had no chance to regret it anymore; death was imminent!
Until they were caught by a pile of bricks and placed on the ground...

Everyone was in a daze, watching themselves being saved and slowly recovering from despair.

The man before them, named "José," looked at them with a smile and asked them in a more ancient and obscure language: "Your Lord doesn't want you anymore... Why don't you try believing in me?"

The group of people had strange expressions, but seemed to be interested in something.

If the Lord didn't save them, then it's not their fault for believing in others, is it?
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This is certainly part of José's plan. One of his abilities is to alter the relationship between good and evil, which, in a sense, can also be interpreted as manipulating emotions.

So the moment he saw the plane crash, he had already begun operations.

In the pouring rain, how could these ordinary people possibly see Angus's face? And why would they suddenly develop that so-called "rebellious" mentality?
Where do they find the time to complete such a long period of reflection, or even to reconcile with themselves?
In the end, it was nothing more than a trap set by José.

José deceived these people, telling them there was no hope, no faith, and no possibility of salvation, then amplified their fear and resentment, ultimately saving them as they were about to die.

Amidst such dramatic ups and downs, of great sorrow and joy, it is quite simple to guide them to complete a conversion of faith once again!

Jose knew very well that he had no way to fight against that terrifying guy, Angus!
Look what this guy is doing! He's actually braving a natural disaster!

As expected of the Cardinal, he's incredibly powerful, far more so than the power he gained. If Angus were to lead so many people to besiege him in the future, wouldn't he be in serious trouble?
José's idea led to his new move: starting from the top.

He truly possessed extraordinary power; the knowledge and magic from ancient Babylon enabled him to accomplish many things, such as establishing sects and gathering followers with ease.

However, he still lacked information channels, so he chose to guide Santis and others, and it seems to be working quite well now.

The tricky part is that he only lied to these people that they didn't have Christian faith, but he didn't expect that they really didn't!
In the blink of an eye, they had converted and began talking to José about the "Solomon Church".

This gave José a new understanding of the so-called shamelessness of politicians.

But no matter what, he now has high-ranking government officials helping him cover his tracks!

"You're powerful, so I'm not in a hurry to develop. I don't believe you can stay here forever! As long as you leave, I can still thrive thanks to the city's enormous population!"

José thought slowly, "There's plenty of time, no need to rush! This city will be mine sooner or later!"

Of course, there are opportunities in a crisis, and José seized them very well.

(End of this chapter)