From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 141 Indigenous Peoples' Nuclear Weapons

The attack came so suddenly that the great demon and fallen angel had no time to react before being completely annihilated!

He could only leave behind one harsh word: "Miktlantikutri! Hell will never let you go!"

"Hahahaha! Azazel... Azazel! I await your revenge!" The Grim Reaper laughed loudly when he saw this scene, his joy seemingly able to transcend the screen.

"A thousand years ago, when you ambushed me, you didn't have this expression!" he said slowly, revealing a bit of new information, and then his body seemed to disappear slowly like a bubble.

There was no follow-up or dramatic reversal; the confrontation between the two gods simply ended there.

It seems that this Grim Reaper seized upon the opponent's oversight through a loophole in their words, and with a single move, destroyed the opponent's physical form in this world.

As many people know from the previous stories, the gods cannot descend to this world in their true forms; the gods who come here are either avatars or possessors.

Azazel's body is clearly that of the old man with the cane. Now that he no longer has a body, he can only return to his own world first!

God may not care too much about this kind of body, but He will definitely care about His own face, so it is no surprise that this leader of the fallen angels will take revenge, but that is a matter for later.

The matter here has temporarily come to an end, and both the military personnel present and the high-ranking officials behind the scenes breathed a sigh of relief.

As they listened to the information left behind by the other side, the analysts even wrote: "The indigenous pantheon and Hell seem to have had a battle a thousand years ago, and sowed the seeds of enmity."

Ultimately, this is all part of the grudges between the gods; they are merely the least noticeable additions to this grudge.

The golden retriever squinted at the battlefield, "They're all gone..."

They could see that Ivan, the extraordinary warrior, activated the Eagle God Feather in his hand without any hesitation and chose to leave.

This incident certainly demonstrated Ivan's presence and that of the Mayan tribe behind him, but it also alienated the country.

The Americans will certainly not acknowledge the legitimacy of this particular battle; for the sake of their polls and votes, they will simply shift all the blame onto the indigenous people.

Ivan knew perfectly well that their battle was not over, but had only just begun!
But behind them stood the Mayan and Aztec gods, and they were not afraid at all!
They are no longer the helpless and untouchable people they once were. They are the children of the gods, a race with faith and a future, and their future is infinitely bright!

If these white people want to wage war against them again, just like they did hundreds of years ago, they will wage war against them!

Unfortunately, the exertion he had just experienced had left his body too weak, and even using the Eagle God's feathers was not enough to lift him into the air.

He floated up unsteadily... then fell down, floated up again... then fell down, until he was completely exhausted and landed on the road not far away.

At that moment, many people's eyes lit up.

This superhuman seems to have exhausted his power. Does that mean their chance has come again?
Even though the Grim Reaper had just appeared, it couldn't stop the spread of some people's desires. Even the newly appointed commander of the unit had the idea of ​​going over and capturing him.

That's extraordinary! People with extraordinary power! Such power is coveted by everyone in the world!

But just as they were about to do this, a car drove right past them. A man got out of the car, picked up Ivan from the ground, got back in, and drove past the army.

It was as if he had just come to pick something up, smooth and effortless, without the slightest sluggishness.

As the door was closing, someone managed to spot a snake's head under the bright spotlight and was momentarily stunned!
"Stop him! Stop this vehicle!" Seeing the other party's smooth maneuvering, the temporary commander in the team immediately issued an order to send an armored vehicle to stop him.

But at that moment, he heard the blond man's furious voice through his earpiece, "Stop! Captain, cancel your orders!"

Command of the National Guard originally rested with the state, but with the governor's sudden death, a group of people who didn't want to take responsibility transferred command directly to the White House.

Golden Hair was naturally very happy, after all, it meant that his power would continue to expand, but he did not expect that as soon as he got military power, the captain who had command authority would do him a terrible thing!
The captain was quite compliant and immediately stopped the advancing armored vehicle, watching helplessly as the Humvee drove away in front of them.

"You're discharged, Captain! You have no idea you almost destroyed this city!" The blond man's cold voice came through the earpiece, followed by a somewhat panicked question, "How did he end up here?"

Communication between the two sides was immediately cut off, leaving the officer, who had just experienced a rollercoaster of emotions, looking bewildered.

The captain, of course, had no idea that the blond-haired man's order had indeed saved his life, because everyone in the entire white house was now wiping away cold sweat!

Their footage showed the Hummer being tracked in real-time by satellite, and the blond-haired man, whom Barron had just warned, quickly stopped his men from acting.

Because inside that car sat the Indigenous-Han Chinese journalist named Alex, and the two-headed snake that had been photographed by various people along the way!
They even showed the photos to Father Angus to confirm that this snake was the very one that caused the Florida tsunami and left Miami in ruins to this day! In a sense, this journalist was a nuclear weapon in the hands of the Native Americans!

After all, if you anger him and he releases the two-headed snake in his hand, no city will be able to withstand a natural disaster of that magnitude!
Some analysts have even suspected that the tsunami, the previous hurricane, and now the arrival of the Land of Death might all be means for the gods to intimidate them.

At least now, there has been a significant reduction in the abuse and criminal activities against indigenous people across the country.

"Your Excellency, are we just supposed to stand by and watch?" a Pentagon officer expressed his dissatisfaction, only to be met with looks of disbelief from the crowd.

Without hesitation, Qian Si said, "If we also have an American god behind us who can help us resist these superhumans and natural disasters, tomorrow we can turn these natives into numbers, just like in history!"

"Then, General, can you tell me who we can rely on now?"

This question silenced everyone. They sadly realized that, as the most powerful nation in the world, they were no different from the small countries in the United Nations in the face of these extraordinary gods and monsters!

Even Professor Thomas, who represented the Vatican, remained silent, since everyone knew that the American government didn't really trust the Vatican.

But Professor Thomas's eyes held a hint of amusement: "Just like before, nobody believes us, but in the end, everyone still has to rely on us!"

"Crisis and disaster are inevitable. Those who grow up in adversity will surely believe in the Lord. This is the way we came from!"

"This continent is ultimately the promised land of the Lord!"

……

Seeing the matter come to an end, Alvin seemed somewhat worried. "Your Majesty, is the current strength of the extraordinary forces already affecting the stability of this nation? Could this lead to a scarcity of willpower?"

"After all, only in a stable country can there be the largest number of civilians, and only then can more willpower be provided!"

Bai Yang nodded gently, "You don't need to worry about that. This country is actually far more chaotic than you know! Even in such chaos, they can maintain their own order, and these things won't affect the stability of this country!"

"After all, they've been so patient, they won't be short of a little something!"

The people of America are truly resilient; they take painkillers like food, sell their blood for a living, and essential living expenses account for almost all of their living costs...

The vitality that comes from such intense pressure is truly astonishing.

“Since you put it that way, I’ll start thinking about the specifics of the war. The conflict between the indigenous pantheon and the Christian pantheon’s hell is now irreconcilable. We have to come up with something!” Alvin said.

"Okay, you'll be in charge of Hell, and the Central Government will be in charge of the natives. Let's start setting up our covert operations!" Bai Yang nodded slightly, finding it a good fit. "But we don't necessarily have to start right away. We can actually think more about how this kind of battle between pantheons should be conducted!"

"For example, in the worldview we've established, if a war is waged in outer space, this planet will only be affected by the aftershocks..."

"At the same time, a certain number of battles will also take place here to strengthen the world-building!"

Bai Yang was naturally still considering the prestige and essence of gods. After all, they were gods who had their own worlds. If everything were to take place in this world, it would be too beneath them.

Therefore, this kind of ambiguous divine war might be more suitable for the people of this world. They will take the initiative to fill in the gaps in the plot, so there's no need to worry about no one believing it.

“You’re right!” Alvin nodded, then disappeared.

Bai Yang stood still, staring at the church below without saying a word.

After all, although the soul, the story, and the Grim Reaper are all fake, what happened in this monastery beneath our feet is indeed real!
"These people are even more brutal than me!" Bai Yang couldn't help but complain. He also killed people, but he always killed for a greater purpose and never killed indiscriminately.

Because in Bai Yang's eyes, every person is a generator of willpower, capable of producing sufficient willpower, and should not die unless absolutely necessary.

But these Anglo-Saxons are carrying out a planned genocide, which is truly evil!
"Hopefully, the indigenous people with these powers can make these high-ranking officials more hesitant to act rashly."

Bai Yang went to great lengths to balance the extremely unbalanced strength between the two sides, and fortunately, the results were quite good.

But at that very moment, the divine spark of the "God of Lies" within Bai Yang's body trembled violently!
"Wait, a spacetime rift..." Bai Yang's eyes suddenly became extremely serious!
A rare look of panic appeared on his face!
P.S.: A new big event is about to begin (laughs)

This chapter took a while to revise, but it's only 3200 words, so it's worth the price of admission, right?

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