From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 136 Blood Feud Can Only Be Washed Away with Blood!
Under the spotlight at night, Ivan's muscular body appeared, along with the splattered blood before his eyes!
This scene was really a bit too terrifying.

This extraordinary warrior paid no attention to those with flashlights and spotlights, but simply and meticulously arranged the corpses one by one in front of the burning fire.

Then, he removed the gags from the mouths of the three people in front of him, dragged them to the corpse, and made them kneel there.

“You can’t kill me! I’m the head of the Johnson family and a federal state legislator! If you kill me, you’ll be making an enemy of the entire Union!”

After his mouth was released, the leading man began to roar loudly. Looking at the crowd outside, the despair that had grown so intense in his heart began to dissipate little by little!
He shouted, “You all saw it! This man, this Indian, is slaughtering our people, he is committing a crime!”

Another sharp-eyed person even spotted the police arriving and shouted, "I'm good friends with your chief! Why aren't you coming to my rescue!"

No matter how powerful or domineering these people are in their own fields, under the threat of death, they can only utter such seemingly idiotic cries.

But only they knew that this kind of shouting was the most effective way to get those outside emotionally agitated and to save them.

The group immediately became enraged. Looking at the several bound white men, they roared, "Go back to your tribe, Indians! Who gave you the right to arrest our people on this land?"

This kind of nationalist rhetoric is exactly what people in the central region are most used to.

Upon hearing this, Ivan turned his head and stared at them, “In the name of the gods, in the power of the gods, in the authority of vengeance, in the self-determination of our race!”

"If you want to stop me, then come in and stop me. In this war approved by the gods, no one can stop my advance!"

He faced the crowd, revealing his massive muscles and immense strength, and declared, "The sacrifice must not be obstructed; every one who obstructs it will become a sacrifice!"

As he finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind swept around him, making the already large fire even bigger!
Behind the raging flames, the shadow of a jaguar materialized!
"From this moment forward, everyone who defies the gods will pay the price! Everyone who steps into this place will be considered a disruptor of the ritual!"

"Roar!" The jaguar was just a shadow of flames, but the terrifying roar it emitted made many people at the scene feel their heads go numb.

Now they realize what they just did!
They are expressing their dissatisfaction with a "superhuman" who has already killed many people.

So they shut their mouths and began to lean back. Apart from their phones faithfully filming, all their movements represented their fear!
Even the police officers with guns wisely kept quiet.

They're all here to work, not to risk their lives for these rich people, so of course they won't approach them.

This superhuman was clearly not someone to be trifled with. Some people even recognized the identities of these important figures in front of them. They were all big shots from the surrounding cities. The power required to capture them and bring them here was unimaginable!
Ivan's words stunned the passersby. He continued his actions. After Karl contacted him, he knew clearly that this time he had to teach these people the most bloody and terrifying lesson. Only in this way could he stop those ambitious people from reaching out their hands!
They knew perfectly well that peaceful negotiations would not yield good results; only by inflicting pain and fear on these people could they be made to behave for a while!
So he tied all the “culprits” in front of him to metal frames. To prevent them from fighting and escaping, his method was very brutal!

Two metal rods pierced through their shoulder blades and were driven diagonally into the ground, completing the sacrificial structure amidst the group's agonizing screams!

The highest leaders and rulers of the dozen or so surrounding families—the old money family, the landlords, and the big capitalists—also wailed in grief.

But as Ivan slapped them a few times and threatened to cut out their tongues if they screamed again, they were soon left only trembling in hushed tones.

The best way to describe them is to say that they fear power but do not cherish virtue.

At that moment, Jeff and his companion appeared, carrying the remains of some children, and witnessed the scene. Ivan pointed to the ground to the side, indicating that they should place the remains there, before turning to the crowd and beginning his prayerful judgment:
"The tragedy of our ancestors should not have become our tragedy!"

“But you have turned these soldiers into the very blades that killed them!” Ivan pointed to the numerous corpses of his tribesmen beside him.

"The blood of our race cannot be shed in vain, and the deaths of our tribesmen cannot be forgotten. Since you have killed so many people, you should bear the hatred that belongs to the Maya!"

"A blood feud can only be avenged with blood!"

He spoke in English, which those around him could hear, and they understood the source of the superhuman warrior's rage.

That's exactly how those Native Americans died. These people sent soldiers to kill the protesters, while the superhuman warriors simply captured them and brought them here.

“I didn’t! I didn’t kill them! I swear to Jesus!” the leader shouted. “You’re just making up excuses to kill us. I didn’t give the orders. I’m innocent!”

He was making a final, desperate struggle, but a spark burned him so badly that he couldn't speak. Then the spark exploded, and a scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

In the scene, the man who keeps saying "It wasn't me" is coldly staring at what's in front of him. "Kill them all. It's a blessing to let them live. You're still not satisfied? Then let them all die!"

This was a killing order he personally gave, and this scene extinguished any thought he might have of making excuses.

Ivan sneered. He was holding the Eagle God's feather, which meant he was being watched by the Eagle God. Under such circumstances, anyone who dared to argue was blaspheming the gods!

Without any hesitation, he plunged the obsidian dagger in his hand into the chest of the man before him, hot blood splattering onto the pyramid-shaped bonfire.

He raised his blood-dripping weapon high, the flames behind him twisting into the phantom of a jaguar, his roar shaking the night sky:
"The Feathered Crown Spear of Sparks—Kokata!"

Those outside could see that behind him, the fire burst into golden-red sparks, as if a giant shadow wielding a spear had swept past!
"The heavens shake down the wings of judgment—Tarkin! Tarkin! Tarkin!"

A sudden gust of wind arose, and the cry of an eagle tore through the clouds, its desolate cry echoing in everyone's ears!
This is a prayer for revenge, a record of death, a blood sacrifice of war!
The man who was stabbed in the chest didn't even have time to react before he became a sacrificial offering!
His blood flowed into the fire, making the flames grow bigger and bigger, and making his sacrifice more and more magnificent!
Ivan spoke loudly in an ancient language, the words seeming to possess power, resounding in everyone's ears:
"Make the spine of your enemy your sacrificial altar!"
Using the eyes of false oath-takers as baby marbles!

—This sin, like a kidney stone below the navel!
Only by extinguishing the sulfur rain can the soil be leveled!

A century of blood debts will be settled here!
The chariots of the gods rise from Miktland!

Use your heads to build a ladder to heaven!

Let your wails compose the final song of revenge!

With each word he spoke, his obsidian dagger plunged into a person's chest. By the time he finished uttering his words of punishment, each person's chest had been completely ripped open, exposing their heart!
This bloody scene made everyone who saw it feel uncomfortable, but the flames burning higher than the houses still showed that the rhythm of this sacrifice was far from over!
"At this moment! Blood sacrifice to the Eagle God! Human sacrifice to Kokata!" Ivan's voice rang out, beginning the final movement of the ritual!
Amidst the rising flames, an even brighter eagle's cry suddenly rang out, rising violently the moment Ivan plunged his knife into the last man's chest and ripped out his heart!
"Boom!" Flames shot into the sky, and a giant flaming eagle appeared from within, charging towards Ivan and the people around him!
The immense flames even forced those outside to take a few steps back. When the flames subsided, Ivan was still standing in the same spot, but the corpses around him—mercenaries, sacrificial offerings, and the poor natives—had all been reduced to ashes by the flames!
Only fire and ashes can quell hatred!

(End of this chapter)