From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 124 Confrontation
"The rain god, creator, and Your Majesty Traloc in Aztec mythology?" Angus, having experienced the storm in Los Angeles, naturally knew the name.

After all, in every sense, the people of Los Angeles owe him a debt of gratitude. If it weren't for his appearance, Quetzalcoatl might have really destroyed the world!

The appearance of this name, in a sense, answered Angus's doubts.

No wonder he sensed that special "aura" in the other person; it turned out that this was the aura of a "god".

Only those who truly become extraordinary will know just how evident extraordinary power really is.

The man before them possessed a power even more wondrous than the extraordinary—a power that was effortless yet naturally superior, similar to the power of angels; it was the power of "god"!

“Yes, it’s me!” Tralock said, walking up to Angus and slowly sitting down. “Shall we talk?”

“Okay!” Angus nodded. He had no reason to refuse now, even if the one in front of him was an alien god.

Christianity has a very complex attitude toward other gods, which has lasted for many years, from the initial complete elimination to the later coexistence.

Just like the records of Norse mythology, which were recorded and preserved by priests, they were not truly averse to other gods.

Not to mention, the rain god Traloc possesses terrifying power.

On the rooftop amidst the tsunami, the two gazed at the distant "Light Shield," at the gradually subsiding rain, and at the devastated city, each lost in their own thoughts.

“You may know that I’ve been to this world before!” Tralock said.

Angus nodded. "Yes, I know. You... went to Los Angeles and stopped the enraged Feathered Serpent!"

“Quetzalcothal is like this, he was already bad-tempered, and you killed his followers, of course he would bring destruction!” Traloc said, “but I felt that mere destruction was not good, so I stopped him.”

The deity spoke calmly as he recounted his past, “But he was very resentful of me, so he took my little pet and threw it into this world!”

"That is, Atlas!"

Looking at the giant snake's affectionate attitude towards the person in front of him, Angus's lips twitched. To these gods, the monster that could trigger the destruction of a city and that he had to risk his life to barely deal with was just a little pet!
This terrible natural disaster was just a minor conflict between gods? That's truly disheartening!

"So you've achieved your goal, shouldn't you go back now?" Angus asked.

An indigenous deity appeared before him and explained the cause of the crisis. Angus, of course, did not expect any compensation from the deity for this matter.

“You don’t need to worry that I will lay a hand on you. In fact, if I really wanted to, no one in your city would survive!” Seeing the fear in Angus’s eyes, Tralock said with a smile, as if stating a very simple fact.

He looked at Angus, as if he were also looking at some being behind him through Angus's identity.

But Angus could also sense that Traloc was indeed a rather gentle god, incredibly gentle compared to those gods in Aztec mythology who were quick to kill, massacre cities, and destroy the world.

"So, what is the purpose of your coming here?" Angus asked.

The god's attitude was too good, so good that it made him feel somewhat afraid, because as a god, he shouldn't have such an attitude, he shouldn't be so friendly to him!
Unless, he has some bigger purpose!
“I have come here to speak with your god!” said Traloc. “I want to see the Lord!”

When he uttered that name, Angus felt his whole body tremble, and then a terrifying aura burst forth from the cross on his chest!

“You…you actually dare to call Him by His name!” Angus said, trembling. The radiant light made it impossible for him to stop, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.

That seems to signify the arrival of some terrifying being, and such a being could only be... an angel!
Sure enough, a beam of light emanated from Angus, and a soft voice sounded in his ear, "I'll talk to him!" Then, Angus's appearance changed, becoming solemn and dignified, cold and serious, "Tralock, or should I call you Chayak?"

“Call me whatever you want!” Tralock said casually, staring at Angus and looking through his eyes directly at the soul behind him. “Long time no see, Metatron!”

Upon hearing this name, Angus was stunned, even though he was just observing. He thought it would be a familiar angel like Gabriel or Raziel who would come here. He never expected that it would be Metatron!
Metatron, Archangel, King of Angels, Guardian Angel of the Throne, Vice-King of Heaven, Prime Minister of Heaven, Throne Angel, even his proxy, the Scribe of Heaven…

This archangel is recorded in some texts as having an even higher status than Jesus, since his name is not found in Christian or Catholic books, but is only mentioned in Jewish texts.

But now all these controversies can be put aside, after all, He has already descended into this world, and using Angus's body as a fulcrum, He is talking to the alien god in front of Him!

Their conversation suggests that they must have known each other many years ago.

“For us, a few hundred years is not a long time!” Metatron said. “State your purpose for coming, Tralock. I am not you, and I cannot stay here for long!”

Traloc laughed and said, "You angels are not gods after all, and you are different from us! You have the power and authority of gods, but you do not have the reverence of gods!"

“You gods, you don’t even have the courage to die, how dare you describe us with such words?” Metatron retorted sharply. “Only the Lord is the only way out, and all the gods will eventually perish!”

“Let’s talk about that after you’ve reached the thirteenth level of heaven. Right now, all you can do is talk to me about these powerless threats!” Tralock continued. “Judging from your appearance, have you already recovered from the damage of the War of the Realms?”

Metatron nodded slightly. "It's mostly recovered. Many brothers and sisters are now free to cleanse Hell! When evil is gone, the world will prosper!"

"You charlatans, all you do is spout riddles all day long, it's so boring!" Traloc complained. "Unlike us gods, we say what we mean and do what we mean!"

“This is why your followers were almost wiped out on this land!” Metatron stabbed him in the heart without hesitation. “Your laxity has created powerful individual combat capabilities, but it has also made your legions almost crumble at the first contact on the battlefield!”

"What's the point of constantly talking about the War of the Realms? Everyone's losses are about the same. Do your legions have significantly more survivors than ours?" Tralock frowned. "After saying so many hurtful things to me, it seems the orders you received are making you very uncomfortable!"

Metatron stared at him, and finally sighed, "The Lord says, yes!"

"Hahahaha!" Tralock laughed loudly. "That's why I'm willing to negotiate with you! Compared to those warmongers at the World Tree, those sacrificial demons in the desert, and those oddballs on Mount Olympus, Jehovah is truly a good man!"

"Although this good guy once stormed into the desert realm, shattered half of the World Tree, and even made Zeus bow his head, at least he followed the rules!"

Tralock's words seemed to recount a very significant past, which slightly eased the expression on Metatron's face.

The person being praised is God, so no matter what, he has to respond in some way.

"The Vatican will issue a decree allowing your believers to freely preach in this land! This is the greatest concession!"

Upon hearing this, Tralock gave a mocking laugh. "How ironic that we need your permission to preach on the land we established!"

“Isn’t it because your followers are so incompetent?” Metatron replied. “If they were to attack another continent, wouldn’t our positions be reversed?”

"This is truly a reversal! Your man should go up to the thirteenth heaven and question our creator god! Humph, what a biased so-called God!" Tralock waved his hand, gazing at the tsunami on the horizon. "Alright, disperse!"

The massive tsunami receded right before their eyes, and the seawater returned to calm within a few breaths, as if nothing had happened.

All that remained were wreckage, a group of survivors on the beach, and a bewildered Angus and Alex.

(End of this chapter)