From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 138 God Warriors VS Modern Army
“You are Mr. Ivan, right?” In the space of the boarding school, Jeff mustered up his courage and spoke to the Celestial Warrior in front of him.

“Yes, it’s me!” Ivan nodded slightly. His name was known in certain circles in the country and was never a secret.

The San Diego Police Department is a sieve; it can't hold any secrets. So, that "top secret" information became something that could be bought with a little money.

In America, if there's a job that can earn money, someone will definitely do it.

Jeff voiced his doubts, "I'm curious, have all these children left?"

“Yes, they’re all gone!” Ivan replied. “While you were freeing them from their bonds, Miktland’s power had already found them and led them down the path called death!”

It was precisely because of Jeff's compassion and kindness that he was able to stand before this terrifying warrior and even speak to him calmly.

Just as Jeff was about to ask something, his assistant suddenly said, "Boss, something bad has happened! The governor of Alabama posted an X, saying he's going to seek justice for these deceased state legislators!"

"Seek justice?" Jeff was taken aback. "How? Did they send in the army?"

“I’m afraid so,” the assistant said gravely. “They won’t just raze this place to the ground with cannons, will they?”

Jeff looked at Ivan beside him and quickly said, "Mr. Ivan, why don't you go back now? They shouldn't be able to stop you!"

Ivan shook his head. "The warriors of the gods will not return! These people have come at the perfect time; they will become my sacrifices to Mitcliffe!"

He looked at Jeff, a slight smile on his face. "Leave here. After you've buried our child, you'll have the friendship of the Apache tribe!"

After saying this, Ivan ignored the two people behind him and slowly walked towards the gate. "In the name of the God of War, the God of Sacrifice, Kokata, all enemies will become sacrifices in this battle!"

By this time, the crowd that had been watching the commotion had long since disappeared from the main gate. They had all seen the speech given by the governor of Alabama, and some of the more resourceful individuals had even posted pictures of the mobile National Guard!

In the darkness, the state's National Guard, armed with armored vehicles, tanks, and helicopters, towing their artillery, sped along the interstate highways!
Under these circumstances, staying here would truly make us targets for these heavy weapons!

Moreover, they had clearly been on their way for some time, as the heavy roar of engines could be heard from outside, even from this mountain.

That was the roar of tanks, the howl of the pinnacle of human warfare weaponry!
At that moment, the top officials of Alabama were in the operations room, staring intently at the distant mountain, their eyes filled with immense satisfaction.

"Even if he can withstand bullets, even if he possesses such immense strength, I don't believe he can fight the army!" the governor said with great satisfaction, his eyes brimming with confidence. "If they could fight the army, they wouldn't be living peacefully in this corner of the world like this!"

"I want the whole world to know that superhumans are not invincible. Our weapons can harm them just as well, and even wipe them out completely!"

"By then, I will have a reputation far surpassing that of Golden Hair and Newland. Those two are unworthy of being party leaders; they don't even have the courage to fight the supernatural. How can they lead this country forward?"

Upon hearing his frenzied words, those around him showered him with compliments, saying, "Your strength is unparalleled, your will is incomparable, you will become the helmsman of America's new era!"

This feeling of treating him like the sun is exactly the same as the golden retriever in the white house!

Soon, these people stopped flattering him, because they saw Ivan's figure in front of the small hill.

This powerful superhuman warrior, carrying skeletons in his hands, placed them at the foot of the mountain, completing his task before the army arrived.

The tiny bones of those children were all laid out here. Then Ivan turned to face the human army. His solitary presence evoked a strange sense of heroism.

“Mr. Ivan, you will die! You can’t withstand this terrible power!” Jeff shouted from the side. “You have the option to leave, and that’s what you should do now!”

They certainly saw the army's presence, so they kept their distance and just shouted like that.

Ivan waved to them, having already made up his mind.

“The warriors of the gods will not run away, and I have no intention of running away either!” he murmured.

At this moment, Ivan thought about many things. He thought about his and Lyra's situation, and about the inhuman torture his pregnant wife had suffered!
Isn't the essence of this torment precisely because of their weakness and powerlessness in this world? And aren't these people of their own kind also suffering from this weakness and powerlessness?

He has already witnessed this happen, so how could he possibly watch it happen again?

"I want every member of the tribe to walk through this country without feeling any fear! Such tragedies must not be allowed to happen again and again!"

"If I die in battle, please go to the tribe and tell the high priest to burn me and Lyra together. Our souls will travel over every mountain and every river, cross every hell, and finally reach Miktlan!"

He shouted, and, filled with longing and anticipation for Lyra, rushed toward what lay ahead!

Even if he cannot be resurrected, the will and power in his heart have completely materialized, making him invincible!

The troops in the distance also saw Ivan's charge. They watched this slender figure rushing towards them at an extremely fast speed and dared not be negligent in the slightest!

The commander immediately ordered, "Adjust the direction and give our Native American warriors a little shock with modern weaponry!"

The order was given, and ten tanks, ten armored vehicles, and five artillery pieces simultaneously aimed at Ivan, and without hesitation, the command was given, "Fire!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sound of cannon fire made everyone who had been watching sit up!

The video footage was broadcast throughout America, and people from all over wanted to see how this "superhuman" would perform under such a level of attack.
Soon, the smoke and dust cleared, and Ivan's somewhat disheveled figure appeared before them.

The attack was so intense that even though Ivan tried his best to dodge, he still managed to take damage from several grenades.

Blood was already flowing from his chest, and his body was trembling, which brought a look of surprise to many people's faces. "Such an attack is already capable of injuring a superhuman!"

But Ivan continued forward, and the commander gave the order, "Load the shells, second salvo!"

He also became much more confident. As long as the monster in front of them could be injured, they would no longer be afraid. As long as they attacked enough, they would eventually be able to accomplish the "god-slaying" feat!

Ivan knelt amidst the gunfire, but his face showed little despair; instead, it appeared serene, for he had done all he could.

"Kokata... Eagle God... Please forgive my disrespect, but I can no longer stand up!"

He could feel the tranquility of death, and of course, the birth of freedom. His soul seemed to have floated out of his body and was no longer under his control!

At that moment, a skeleton slowly materialized in the black mist before him.

The skeleton, stained with his blood, gazed at him and nodded slightly. "You did well, warrior of the gods. Kokata will be proud of you!"

"Then, can you be resurrected and preside over this ceremony about death for me?"

Ivan raised his head with some difficulty, looking at the skeleton before him with unbelievable shock in his eyes: "It's you! Please forgive my rudeness, I couldn't greet you properly, Your Majesty..."

"I am willing to follow your instructions; death cannot stop my devotion to you!"

Upon hearing this, the skeleton nodded and extended a finger, reviving the warrior who had been exhausted and nearly dead!

"Before the sacrifice is completed, you will become an immortal warrior. Go, immortal warrior, eliminate your enemies, make them surrender, capture their leader, and make him the sacrifice for this death ritual!"

(End of this chapter)