From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 134 When wrath descends from the heavens, it is time to sacrifice everything in blood!
At this moment, Ivan, who had just arrived at the airport, was anxiously watching the closed live stream in his hand, waiting for the plane to take off.

Their tribe doesn't have its own planes, and even if they did, the country wouldn't approve flight routes for them, so he has to come to Los Angeles to catch a flight.

The fact that the live stream could be turned off made him feel a sense of foreboding; the trail of what sounded like the whispers of a deity was gently chanting in his ears.

It was a terrible prayer that kept ringing out, but it didn't disgust Ivan; it just annoyed him, though he didn't know what was bothering him...

But a group of men in black had already appeared in front of him.

“Mr. Ivan Ruiz, you are not allowed to leave California without special permission!” the leading man said. Even so, he still kept a safe distance from Ivan to prevent him from suddenly attacking someone.

They, as special affairs workers, had certainly heard the story of this "divine warrior," and their lives were at stake.

Upon hearing this, Ivan raised his head and calmly looked at them. "Is this the governor's intention? Or do you think you can stop me?"

He hasn't come out during this time, because even with his status, sending his wife to his ancestral home would require going through a series of procedures.

The Apache tribe is a tribe with relatively well-preserved traditions, and precisely because of this, their procedures are more complicated.

This meant that after the ritual, Ivan, the extraordinary warrior, did nothing more than protect the migration of the two tribes.

It seems that he was underestimated!

Just as Ivan was contemplating whether to teach the other party a small lesson, a flame suddenly rose before his eyes, followed by the voice of High Priest Karl: "Ivan, divine oracle!"

Upon hearing this, Ivan didn't hesitate at all and immediately knelt down on one knee. "Please speak!"

"Someone is hunting our people, desecrating their souls! The Eagle God, who tears the sky apart, commands you to kill all their enemies there and find the mastermind behind it all!" Karl's voice was filled with barely suppressed rage. "The gods have sent down punishment, the stars that fall from the sky will guide your way, and the Eagle God's tail feathers will take you far away!"

"Once you get there, all your enemies will be your targets. Bring the wrath of the gods to that land!"

Upon hearing this, Ivan nodded loudly and, in the waiting area, uttered his answer: "Not a single one?"

"Leave no one behind!"

As Karl finished speaking, flames erupted in the hall, and a black tail feather floated out from in front of the men in black, landing in front of Ivan.

Ivan reached out and took it, and in an instant, he disappeared from the spot, leaving only a flurry of black feathers scattered throughout the waiting room!
"Arrogant!" A cry of an eagle echoed throughout the space, so loud that even the "professionals" couldn't open their eyes.

"Boss, what should we do now?" one of the men in black asked.

"What can we do? Report it truthfully! These superhumans are beyond our control!" The men in black cursed as they left.

……

Outside the walls of a Native American boarding school in Alabama.

The mercenaries calmly searched among the corpses for those that weren't quite dead, then fired another shot.

For them, these things are just routine. Helping these men solve tribal crises, eliminate the risks of Black people, and take down political enemies are all very standard operations.

Cleaning up the battlefield is quite simple, but many people seem rather agitated!
“They’re all poor bastards, not a single one of them has any money!” a mercenary said, kicking the old woman’s corpse in front of him.

"What money could these people possibly have? The money they made from running casinos on their private plots all ended up in the hands of our employers, didn't it?" someone said cheerfully. "These people are already struggling to make ends meet!"

"Knowing that their lives are already difficult enough, you still want to shoot and kill them, is that it?"

A question rang out, causing the man to instinctively reply, "What can I do? The employer paid me..."

Only then did he realize that the voice of the person asking the question was off! It wasn't the voice of these mercenaries!
The mercenaries looked up and saw a naked warrior suddenly appear in front of them!
Even after Ivan became a true god warrior, he didn't always wear his battle attire, because there were many places where he couldn't pass through, such as airports.

But after flying all the way from California to Alabama, he had already transformed into a true Celestial Warrior!

These mercenaries were certainly not afraid of this strangely dressed man. They raised their guns and said, "So there's still one who escaped. You're really unlucky!"

"Oh!"

A gunshot rang out, followed by a scream.

Everyone nodded in satisfaction. That's right, that's how it should be! But something seemed off about the scream. Why did it sound like the scream of one of their companions?
Upon closer inspection, they discovered that the gaudily dressed man, with feathers even stuck in his head, had already pierced through the body of one of his colleagues with the gun in his hand!

This is a physical penetration; the black rifle is standing there, impaling this person's heart!

In such a short time, this person was impaled by a gun!
This cruel method shocked the mercenaries!
Where did this ruthless outsider come from? He's incredibly vicious!
Then of course they have to treat them well, to let them know that this is not the age of fists and kicks, but the age of guns and cannons!
Unfortunately, the man had already vanished the moment they raised their guns.

When he reappeared, another person had been pierced by a rifle and was stuck in the ground, wailing incessantly!

The impact of someone being killed but not yet dead, only able to wail, is somewhat too great.

"Shoot! What are you waiting for!" someone shouted, firing a bullet that then became a new "skewer" of meat, hanging there.

This time they saw it clearly: it wasn't that the bullet missed, but that this person carried the bullet and pierced through the shooter!
Fear arises in everyone's heart. This monster, which cannot even fire a bullet, is destroying their worldview!

"You... what kind of monster are you?" Some people were terrified. These mercenaries, who had killed countless people, felt a chill run down their spines and their bodies turn ice-cold as they looked at their comrades who were wailing in pain!
Ivan looked at them and saw this as an opportunity, so he said, "The warriors of the gods will unleash their fury upon the heads of every enemy!"

“Name the person who instigated this, and I will give you a dignified death!”

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.

They thought this person would release them, but it turned out to be just a dignified death? Who can tolerate this?

So they fired again, the bullets hitting Ivan's head with a "clanging" sound that was quite pleasant.

However, these melodious notes became the death knell for these people.

With each burst of gunfire, someone would be pierced through the ground by his own gun, becoming a gourd of flesh, and wailing helplessly.
At this moment, the first person who was stabbed was still alive and was muttering words that were hard to hear. However, the psychological pressure and terror made every mercenary present tremble with fear!
They weren't unfamiliar with death, but the feeling of watching others being strangled and then gradually being strangled themselves was definitely not pleasant.

Death that comes directly is not frightening; it is death that comes gradually that is terrifying. That is what Ivan is doing.

Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore, dropped their gun, and tried to run away.

Ivan didn't stop him; he broke off a fence bar from the wall next to him and threw it out.

The fence seemed to have eyes; it pierced through the escapee's body and pinned him to the ground.

“Great Eagle God, I will use the blood of my enemies to commemorate your appearance!” Ivan said softly, looking at the crowd before him. “I want to know, who gave the order to kill people here?”

Upon hearing those words again, everyone trembled. Now that they thought about it, it seemed that dying with dignity wasn't such a bad thing after all.

The remaining people exchanged glances and realized that the natives they could kill at will were actually such a terrifying creature!
"I want to live! I'll tell you everything, let me live!" Finally, the captain couldn't hold back any longer, threw down his gun, and knelt on the ground.

Ivan didn't speak, but stared at him, waiting for him to finish.

Soon, he uttered several names, which made Ivan nod slightly. "Very good, you can die with dignity!"

After he finished speaking, he took the remaining iron railings and walked towards the other person.

This drove many people to hysteria, with them shouting, "You got what you wanted, so why can't we live?"

"When you were firing here, didn't you think about saving them?" Ivan retorted. "The sacrifice has begun; no one can survive. This is God's instruction!"

Looking at the expressionless man, the mercenaries considered calling the police down below for a final push.

But to their dismay, they discovered that, to prevent the situation from being leaked, the police cars below were still sirens blaring, making it impossible to hear their gunfire.

Is this some kind of destiny? Some people thought this before they died.

In any case, the ritual has begun, and it is far from over!
Ivan held the feather in his hand and silently called out the names of those families in his heart.

The next second, a gust of wind swept up from the spot, causing his body to disappear along with the wind and the cry of an eagle!
"Tribal hatred can only be eliminated with blood!" Karl prayed slowly in the distant Apache tribe.

The flames before him grew ever larger, and drops of blood appeared on them—the blood of his enemies, a sacrifice of death!

　Blood sacrifices and war are inescapable aspects of indigenous culture; such retribution is what makes it truly brutal!
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