From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 140 You've crossed the line, Death!
As if to echo this statement, right after Payton finished speaking, in faraway Birmingham, a light bulb in the army command center suddenly shattered!
Shards of glass struck a nearby desk lamp, causing it to tip over.

An officer hurriedly went to fix the lamp, but knocked over his own cup, and water flowed down the table and onto the power cord next to it.

At that moment, the governor was raging in the distance, slamming his fist on the table and shouting, "What the hell is this shitty priest? And what does that skeleton mean? Can anyone tell me?"

"My commander is dead just like that? Does all my effort now seem like a joke?"

He was naturally excited. These monsters weren't dead, so wouldn't they come to take revenge on him?
As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed the table in front of him over. The overturned table pulled on the power cord, causing the seemingly indestructible cord to break as if it were a defective product.

The electrified end plunged into the water not far away.

The governor, due to excessive force, fell backward and landed on the ground, then steadied himself by touching the water on the ground!

With a "snap," an electric current surged through him, and he got an erection.

The smell of burning meat wafted through the space, mingled with a hint of meaty aroma...

Looking at the governor who suddenly stiffened, the surrounding state government officials, staff, and military officers all seemed somewhat incredulous.

The governor died right in front of them?
"Could this be related to the monsters there?" someone asked, looking at the skull on the screen.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, a nameless fear rising in their hearts. Could it be that this monster had even learned to search for enemies across the void of different worlds?
Or is it not a monster at all, but rather a deity from another world?

The shadow of death loomed over them!

As the former governor's body was moved, a line of classical and mysterious text appeared beneath his body.

If someone here understands ancient Mayan script, they would know that this line means: "He who interferes with death will be seized by death!"

But even those who don't know these words should know that they must be related to that skull!

……

No one knew, no one dared to think, they could only watch as those souls left the real world little by little, heading to the realm of the dead.

Seeing this overwhelming power proceed even under the watchful eyes of the human army, it made every bystander truly realize the gap between them and the extraordinary beings!

Among known superhumans, Ivan is certainly not among the strongest; in fact, he could be considered quite weak.

After all, he didn't have that demon's ability to become intangible, nor did he seem to have the powerful strength of the progenitor of vampires; all he had was his powerful body.

But this strength appears so powerless in the face of the army.

The biggest problem with superhumans who have the support of a sect is that they are not fighting alone, but have a real god behind them!
He has gained new power and abilities, and even death cannot make him back down. Moreover, he is watched over by the gods!
For example, the news of the passing of the Governor of Alabama spread throughout the entire upper echelons of America in a very short time.

The appearance of those mysterious runes seemed to be a silent warning from the gods behind the indigenous people.

Tell them what the consequences will be if they really cross the line!
All of America's top management felt a sense of frustration. There was nothing they could do; when it came to children fighting and you had to call in adults, they were truly at a loss.

Unless they are willing to fully side with the Papacy, they might call in two angels to provide support in future battles, which actually makes them somewhat reluctant.

However, while they were still grappling with this matter, a new change occurred on the previously peaceful battlefield:
An elderly man with a cane slowly walked from a distance, observing everything around him as he went.

The moment he arrived, everyone's attention seemed to be drawn to him; the focus of everyone's attention was on him.

This ability to attract everyone's attention made everyone present realize that the person who came was probably no ordinary person, but rather an extraordinary one.

It was a strange feeling. He looked so ordinary, yet he appeared so elegant, taking ten meters in one step to reach the very center of the picture.

At that moment, the last soul also entered the special gate, and the skeleton that had been motionless beside the gate slowly raised its head to meet the gaze of the arriving old man. "You have crossed the line, Death!" the old man said slowly.

"I didn't expect it to be you?" The skeleton opened its mouth, making a sound like bones grinding together. "You interfered with my death curse and interrupted my ritual, Other God! I will send you to the ninth level of hell to become a spirit that will never see the light of day again!"

Hearing the skeleton's words, the old man remained calm, seemingly unafraid of the other party. "You said such harsh words a thousand years ago, but clearly, you cannot do it—Miktlantikut!"

Upon hearing his name called, the skeleton remained expressionless, quietly saying, "It seems you've forgotten the pain you suffered in the war of the gods, Azazel!"

The moment those two names were mentioned, it seemed as if the world had darkened considerably. All the audience members summoned their staff and began to investigate the origins of those two names.

The blond guy didn't have this problem because he directly invited the history professors' advisory group from New York to his side.

Professor Thomas reacted almost instantly and exclaimed, "Azazel, the leader of the Paradise Lost rebels, the head of the fallen angels, the legendary first angel to betray God!"

"At the same time, he is also the High Lord of Hell, one of the most powerful demons, and one of the seven Satans!"

"What he meant by saying that Miktlantikutri crossed the line was that the other side used the power of death to kill the governor—in this land, it is the power of their demons!"

Upon hearing this, the golden retriever frowned slightly. "They're fighting for the power of death on our land?"

He wasn't happy that the other side had rivals; he just found it absurd that these gods and demons were vying for power in his country. Didn't they know to ask for their own opinions?
Is America a public bus? She comes and goes as she pleases, and can be robbed at will?
But facing Thomas, a devout believer and bishop, the blond man certainly couldn't say that directly. Instead, he nodded slightly and said, "Wouldn't doing this be a defiance of the Lord?"

He's a master at stirring up trouble; it would be even better if angels joined in and wreaked havoc with them!

The blond-haired man casually ordered Qian Si, who was standing next to him, "Since the governor has had an accident, let them quickly proceed with the election process and elect a new governor... You know what I mean?"

“Of course, Your Excellency!” Qian Si nodded. “Congressman Harper is quite good; I think he’s very suitable to run for office!”

Both were shrewd politicians who, with just a few words, brought this stubborn state under their control. Even divine intervention could not stop them from reaping their own benefits.

In the scene, the tension between the two deities, whose powers are both associated with "death," is growing increasingly palpable.

The sense of impending doom made everyone present feel incredibly oppressed, yet no one dared to speak, fearing that if these two powerful figures noticed them, a mere aftershock would take them away.

After a long silence, Death, Miktlanticutri, sneered, "Rain God Trolark just completed his pact with the Angel of Order, Metatron, and we've only revealed a tiny bit of our authority, yet you're already rushing out..."

"I now strongly suspect that you and Yahweh are in cahoots to set us up!"

"You have no intention of fulfilling the contract. One side signs it, and the other side comes to obstruct it!"

"That really suits the hypocritical nature of your Christian religion..."

Upon hearing this, not only was Azazel stunned, but the rest of the people were also shocked.

Holy crap, can such secrets between gods be spoken like that? And they just blurted out "Yahweh," which is the name of God!

Was God involved in this?
Wouldn't that cause that person to fly into a rage and then jump out and kill them all?
After all, in the Old Testament, this is the one who, without a word of argument, directly sent down a great flood to destroy the world!

Hearing such hurtful words, the old man with the cane froze, staring intently at the other man. "It seems that you and I both know that Yahweh wouldn't care about such things, but the angels will not allow their Lord to be dishonored. You are guiding the angels to descend!"

"No, I'm just completing the final death ritual!" Mikrantikutri's skull split open at an exaggerated angle. "Enough with the nonsense, Azazel, this time I'm going to smash your head off!"

He waved his hand, and a terrifying radiance swept out, completely obliterating the old man before him!
Everything else is a cover-up; only this attack is real!

(End of this chapter)