From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 139 The Name of Death is Miktland
"Oh, I see. Even a superhuman warrior created with just a little divine power still has its limits!" Bai Yang sat on a tank, slowly commenting on the battle scene before him.

The superhuman warriors he created with a bit of divine power seemed somewhat helpless against the attacks of the modern army, which led him to slightly raise his rating of the modern army.

Alvin also said, "These people's use of ritual and willpower is clearly less advanced than Father Angus's. It seems that divine guidance and the transmission of knowledge are still very useful!"

“That knowledge is, of course, a manifestation of willpower, so of course it’s useful!” Bai Yang nodded. “Give them enough time, and they should be able to test out usable methods of guiding willpower…”

"This is what will happen after the future pantheon is established! As for now, let the world witness the realm of death!"

Before his eyes, the smoke and dust dissipated...

……

Amidst the scattered dust, several more shells fell, landing on Ivan and inflicting even greater wounds, making him appear even more unsteady on his feet.

Even in this precarious state, he continued to advance, and facing the army, he let out his furious roar!

"Those who blaspheme against children should be punished; this is the will of the gods!"

To many, this roar was undoubtedly a death throes before death.

But it was precisely this struggle that made even more people more horrified!
What kind of power and will enabled this man, who appeared timid and without any merits in countless accounts, to unleash a power comparable to the God of War?

What kind of spirit kept him moving forward despite the threat of death?

Short-sighted people can only see their failures, but those who look further ahead can already see that terrible "future"!

If all these indigenous people had such a will, how terrifying and horrible that would be!
So, can they really achieve final victory in this battle?

Many people panicked but didn't know what to do.

However, this kind of thinking did not affect the actions on the battlefield. With the commander's order again, the heavy machine guns began to fire.

The muscles connecting Ivan's body began to slowly peel away under the fire of thousands of rounds per minute from the heavy machine gun.

His flesh and blood were stripped away, and his body gradually turned into a skeleton, which made all the people behind the scenes breathe a sigh of relief.

That guy is finally dead!

"Good riddance! Good riddance!" Even the governor of Alabama, who had uttered such outrageous words, slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Heaven knows how much pressure he was under when he issued the war order.

Now it seems he really has succeeded!
“A death of the extraordinary… such value is immeasurable!” he murmured. “Major, I order you to bring this man’s bones back to me! Back to Birmingham!”

"Your Excellency Governor, I would very much like to do so, but he is not dead yet!"

"Not dead? How is that possible? He's been reduced to a skeleton!" The governor couldn't accept it. He looked at the screen and saw a scene that horrified him:
On screen, the cameraman's hands were trembling because the skeleton was still moving!

The surface of the skeleton seemed to be covered by Ivan's soul, so that his face remained on the skeleton, seemingly there and yet not there!

"The warriors of the gods will never surrender, nor will they ever flee!" His voice rang in everyone's ears, filling them with terror and fear!

They never imagined that, under such extremely harsh conditions, with all flesh and blood gone, this superhuman would still be alive!

He is not a person; he is a ghost, a ghost with only a skeleton but still full of will!

Fear spread through the army, and many people instinctively put down their weapons.

After all, what can they do if even artillery shells can't kill the enemy?

In this situation, the commander was in a bind. He looked in the direction the skeleton was walking, appearing somewhat frightened. "Don't come and grab me! Stop him!"

A tank drove up to the skeleton, trying to stop its advance, but they were clearly overthinking it!

Even as a skeleton, Ivan still possessed incredible strength. He flipped the tank that was trying to crush him with his bare hands and carried him to the vehicle where the commander was sitting, with no further obstacles in his way!

The commander, his eyes blazing with fury, shouted, "Drive! Drive now!"

But his car didn't move at all. By the time he realized what was happening, everyone in the car, from the driver to the passengers, had already run away!

They spotted the skeleton's target, and of course, having no intention of dying alongside their superior, they made a swift escape.

The skeleton grabbed the stiff commander, turned around, and dragged him to the children's remains. With a stick it had picked up, it strangled him.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he uttered a very ancient language:

"By divine decree, the sacrifice...begin!" This is a very ancient phrase, but what is surprising is that everyone, including those sitting in front of the screen, understood it, even if they didn't want to.

Ivan, holding the obsidian knife in his hand, slashed the commander from head to toe, and in the commander's bewildered gaze, pierced his heart with a single blow!
"Drink... Ah..." The major never imagined that the "promotion and raise" he volunteered for would become the last moment of his life.

No one paid attention to his death, because after stabbing him, Ivan had knelt on the ground, facing the skeletons before him, and began his prayer:
"Little eagles imprisoned in iron bars—"

A peculiar sound of wind filled the air, a mournful wail like a child's sob, echoing through the air.

That was the phantom pain of a dead child, lingering in the air…

"Please gather your broken wing bones; the ferry from Miktland is already moored on the Sulphur River!"

Before him, a dark red light seeped from the cracks in the ground, and under everyone's gaze, the splitting and disintegration were completed!
"The steps of the nine levels of hell are covered with the skulls of enemies—"

"Cross this bridge forged in blood! Cross this staircase of sin!"

Blood gushed from the commander's chest, transforming into a bridge in front of him that looked like it was made of blood!

"The amputee curled up in the kitchen"

Drowning victims in toilets

The shattered pupil from the crack in the rooftop wall

At this moment, their forms are being reshaped amidst the golden dust cast by the eagle's wings!

At that moment, Ivan's body was covered by the surging blood, turning into real flesh and blood, allowing him to grow rapidly!

What were originally illusory words became more solid as his body grew!

The roar pierced the sky:

"Fly! Ride on the clean path washed clean by the sulfur rain!"

"Fly! Towards the thirteenth heaven, where the sun chariot races!"

The bones suddenly glowed faintly, then abruptly turned into ashes. The ashes rose up like a thousand birds taking flight, swirling before their eyes!

"Smash the dog bowl amidst the ruins of hatred,"

"Sink the monument of shame into the molten stardust sea!"

A red crack opened up, revealing a fissure tens of meters long before them, inside which lay a terrifying realm that appeared to be a mixture of red, yellow, and gray.

At the edge of the domain, a gate appeared before everyone. Its dreamlike purple color seemed to tell them that this was the domain of their death!
Ivan has completely reconstructed his body, and his voice has become loud and penetrating:

"Kokata's spears will cleave the hurricane's curtain for you!"

Finally, we arrived at the cornfield where there would be no more famine!

Ultimately, we return to the embrace of the feathered serpent, watched over by our ancestors!

As soon as the words were spoken, figures that should have disappeared suddenly appeared on this long road.

These are a group of children with physical disabilities. They walk carefully on the road, taking small steps forward.

As they walked, their bodies began to change: severed limbs were restored, blurred faces were repaired, and scattered bodies were reassembled.

When they reached the Gate of Death, everyone had returned to their original forms and become healthy "souls"!
Beside this gate, another skeletal figure appeared before everyone's eyes at this moment!
It was a skeletal figure holding a scepter, laughing loudly but without teeth, wearing an owl feather and confetti crown, a necklace of human eyeballs and bone earrings, and white bone sandals.

The moment Professor Peyton Edwards saw this figure, he exclaimed in surprise: "This appearance... He is... Miktland Tikutri!"

"What is this?" Newland asked curiously.

"If in our world death is a return to heaven or hell, then in their culture, Miktlantikutri is synonymous with death!"

“He is Hades, the god of death, the ruler of the ninth circle of hell, and the most important of the seven gods of hell in Aztec mythology, the keeper of souls…” Peyton murmured, “The most important thing is that, as stated on many stone tablets and in Spanish records, He is death itself!”

"Death is coming!"

(End of this chapter)