From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 133 Slaughtering our people on our own land?

Of course, it wasn't just these fighters who came here; in fact, as the news spread, the local indigenous people also came here!

The person in the lead was an elderly indigenous woman, dressed in standard tribal attire, who spoke to the people behind her:
"Brothers and sisters! My grandmother and her brothers and sisters suffered such terrible treatment here!"

"There were five of them in total, but only two survived, and my grandmother lost an arm here!"

"We've been looking for evidence, but those despicable white people are using the excuse that this is private property to prevent us from coming in!"

"Now we have evidence—the remains displayed in this school are the evidence!"

The woman was shouting loudly, and behind her was a group of people dressed in various clothes, but all of them looked very thin.

These people are all residents from the indigenous reservations. None of them look to be in good condition. Each of them seems to be filled with resentment towards this era!
They walked together to the school, but instead of reporters or officials, they were greeted by a group of police officers who had been ordered to come with riot shields!

“Your actions have violated state law. If you back down now, we can pretend this never happened!”

The lead policeman, holding a megaphone, spoke loudly.

With these words, the police, armed with riot shields and batons, moved in even further!
The women showed no fear whatsoever. Having fought for so many years, they knew these people's character all too well. Retreating would never bring any benefit, only more severe humiliation!

"The law again? What happened to the law when our tribe was bullied?"

"Where were the laws when our land was seized?"

"Our child's remains are here, and we want them back. Now you're talking about the law?"

Behind her, even more people were shouting and cursing, telling these grey-skinned dogs to get lost!
"Don't come any closer, or we'll shoot!"

"The federal government allocates so much money to you every year and provides you with such good policy support. Instead of being grateful, you come out to cause trouble!" the local county police chief roared in dissatisfaction.

Isn't this just causing him trouble? His vacation will have to be postponed again!
Upon hearing this, the indigenous people became even more agitated:
"You have seized our land, you have robbed our resources, you have opened casinos, trafficked drugs, and evicted residents from our land, and you still have the nerve to ask us to be grateful?"

"Funding? We haven't received any money in three years. Was that money really meant for us?"

"Policy? You mean that unemployment rate of 80% in the entire private plot? People starve to death every year, people go missing every year, and this is your policy?"

It would have been better if they hadn't spoken up, because once they did, the crowd became even more agitated. These indigenous people recounted their suffering, all of which stemmed from the country's oppression and hostility!

This tragic situation left the police officers looking at each other in bewilderment.

Many of them are just ordinary people who have only heard that indigenous people are lazy and good-for-nothing. They have never heard of such a thing.
Now they've been caught off guard, especially because of the live stream, some residents from the surrounding area have come over to watch the spectacle, and they're filming with their phones.

In this situation, the sheriff was in a bind and could only call the person behind the scenes:
“Mr. Johnson, I’m afraid we can’t go on like this any longer…”

The voice on the phone was very dissatisfied: "Director, this is a very serious land intrusion plan. They are trying to illegally enter our territory. According to the Homestead Act, we have the right to defend ourselves indefinitely!"

"But if we've gone this far, then what would Your Excellency, the Sheriff, need you for?"

Hearing this, the sheriff understood. "We will do our best to stop them. If we can't stop them, we will stop those who are filming!"

Since the mastermind is about to resort to violence, he'll definitely lend a hand. As long as he keeps the extra people out, whatever trouble the people inside cause is their problem.

As long as they aren't filmed directly engaging in violence, even if all the indigenous people die inside, they have a reason to shirk responsibility.

In this country, anyone can cause trouble, but the original owners of this land have no room to make a fuss!

Therefore, the police quickly dispersed, walking in twos and threes to the crowd of onlookers, and kept them there with just a few words.

As for those who insist on going over to take a look, they will naturally receive some mental blows.

Watching the police disperse, the old woman grinned, "We've won again! Charge in, find those remains, and bring them back to the tribe!"

In their culture, burial is not the best option, but taking the items back and handing them over to the ancestral rites is certainly the right thing to do.

These remains will be their best leverage in continuing negotiations with the Federation to demand compensation. This will ensure that the children in the tribe have enough to eat and that some people can find work to support their families...

In every sense, their ideas were very "pragmatic," even "humble."

This is quite normal. Just like most people wouldn't know that in America, where the average unemployment rate is less than 10%, the unemployment rate in these indigenous reservations is as high as 40-80%!

It's hard to imagine that they're still alive under such difficult circumstances, but even if they are alive, how much spirit do they have left?
Just being alive takes all my strength.

The group climbed the small hill and saw the school hidden in the darkness, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. "Hahaha! We won!"

"Yes, we've won! We're going to get what's rightfully ours!"

"This school must be destroyed. When we get back, we'll sue in court and push for the relevant laws to be enforced..."

They discussed the future of victory, but they did not see the group of mercenaries appearing beneath the dark city walls.

"Tsk, these old-money families are really ruthless, doing this kind of thing in China!" They looked at the newcomers and chatted casually.

"It's not like it's the first time. Native Americans, you know, aren't even considered human in places like this!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just shoot! This one job will keep us entertained for a long time!"

So, the instant these indigenous people stepped into the area, gunshots rang out!
"Bang bang bang!" The 7.62mm bullets rang out in the night sky, but were drowned out by the sirens of the police cars below, and not much of the sound traveled out.

But those who mustered the courage to come here to fight for the interests of their people have already fallen under the gun!

There was little pity, little miracle. These tough men of the tribe died meaninglessly, just like their predecessors.
……

California, San Diego, Apache tribe, chief's tent.

High Priest Karl knelt on the ground, performing his routine prayer:

"Kokata! You spear-wielder with the burning crest of feathers..."

"Eagle! Soaring king of the sky..."

He prayed especially for these two deities who had performed miracles, hoping that Ivan's mission would go smoothly, and thus he made this special prayer.

Just then, he sensed a strange power in the flames before him, and then Karl's eyes were shrouded in smoke.

In the fog, he traveled thousands of kilometers to the boarding school he had seen in the live stream and saw what was going on there!
He saw his fellow citizens struggling for rights, though he didn't think it would be effective.

But in a time when most people are numb, this group of people can be considered incredibly brave!
Then he saw the massacre taking place, a purposeful massacre that made Karl's eyes widen in fury!

"How dare they... how dare they? On our land, on the land created by God, after God's return, they continue to slaughter our compatriots?" Karl was beyond furious. He looked at the flames in front of him, at the obsidian knife in his hand, and then at the feather hanging on the wall. Then he no longer hesitated!
He was furious, and his reason told him that since this had already happened, if he didn't retaliate properly, the "racial revival" he had worked so hard to create would really be suppressed by a deeper force!

This was something he couldn't tolerate, something he couldn't accept!
So the acknowledged high priest tore his own arm open with a knife, letting the blood flow into the fire in front of him!

At the same time, his voice, like clouds drifting high in the sky, resounded in the ears of everyone in the entire tribe:

"The Eagle God who tears through the hurricane's curtain!"

The golden dust that fell from your claws was molten stardust.

The night sky ripped by your wingtips dripped with the bile of your enemies!
"At this moment, I offer the name of my enemy and a sacrifice!"

He took the eagle feather from the top, threw the feather that belonged to the eagle god into it, and then roared loudly.

"You swooped down from the thirteenth heavenly staircase."

They set fire to the barnyard grass on their field ridges with the tip of their beaks.

Shatter the kidney stones beneath their navels with a fierce roar!

Let the traitor's spine be your sacrificial altar.
Make the eyes of false oath-takers into marbles for your fledglings!

Karl's blood burned in the fire, leaving even deeper flame marks!
"Until all the disrespectful are reduced to bones at the feet of the divine warriors,

Until the sulfur rain extinguished the last wail,
This blood debt will finally be ground flat between the spokes of the solar chariot!

Finally, facing the flames, his face contorted in a grimace, he uttered that phrase:

"Takin! Takin! Takin! (Takin, an ancient Mayan phrase for the day of vengeance and reckoning)"

Flames swept in, engulfing the feathers and his body!
Only then is the sacrificial ceremony complete!

(End of this chapter)