From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 20 Possessed by Evil
Inside the San Diego Police Department, in a secret room.

It was the same group of people from the beginning: the FBI field chief in Los Angeles, the police chief of Los Angeles, the mayor of Los Angeles, the mayor of San Diego, the police chief of San Diego, the lieutenant governor of California... and the highest authority in the region, the governor!

However, this time the speaker was Pierre White, the deputy chief of the San Diego Police Department.

Before them lay the scene of Ivan Ruiz's frenzied killings and bizarre rituals.

Of course, there was a slight difference: in addition to them, there was also a professor of folk mythology from the University of California, San Diego—Peyton Edwards.

Pierre White spoke first, "That's roughly what happened. The Grey Wolves mainly deal in illegal immigrant trafficking and organ transplants. They targeted a Native American woman named Lyra, which led to their deaths at the hands of Ivan Ruiz!"

"Based on our analysis, Ivan should have been killed during his first contact with the Grey Wolves, but was resurrected by this strange creature."

"Professor Edwards, could you tell us who this Native American creature that appeared in the smoke is?"

Upon hearing his words, most of the people present turned their attention to the elderly man, who appeared to be around sixty years old, sitting in the corner.

For Professor Peyton Edwards, today's events were indeed somewhat beyond his comprehension.

He had studied folklore and mythology his whole life, but he never imagined that such a thing was actually true!
The resurrection from the dead, the unparalleled power, the real appearance of gods... all of this made him feel a sense of wonder.

He rubbed his burning temples and said, "Judging from his appearance, he should be a second-generation deity in the Mayan mythology lineage, known as the god of sacrifice, war, and destruction of the Carmenpus gods, Kokata!"

“They were speaking a Native American language, but it’s closer to a local dialect than I’m sure of, so you might need to find another linguist to analyze it!”

"Professor Edwards, what exactly was his behavior?" someone asked.

Peyton looked at the people strung together and explained, "In Mayan sacrificial culture, human sacrifice is a very high-level ritual."

"This method allows them to bleed continuously without dying directly, so he must be using these people to complete the sacrifice to Kokata."

He adjusted his glasses and continued, "The Mayan sacrificial culture is part of the mythology of this race. Their worship of gods is very common, and there's nothing particularly special about it."

"The only special thing about this ceremony is that it was real!"

"The Maya were also the people who most liked human sacrifice and blood sacrifice, believing that this would please the gods and bring them blessings."

After hearing his explanation, everyone fell silent.

Finally, the mayor of San Diego waved his hand, signaling an agent to take the professor away.

Payton slowly walked off the stage. Now he needed to go and sign a high-level confidentiality agreement with the police and the FBI, as well as another employment agreement.

As for the rest of the people, they looked at the man in the main seat, the current Governor of California, Nuland Halson, in a long silence.

"Your Excellency, do you think we should report this to the White House?"

Newland rubbed his head. "Report? What do you want me to say? Tell that blondie that a Mayan god has suddenly appeared in California, and that there's already a warrior of that god?"

"I might as well tell him that an angel has descended; at least he'll believe that!"

Upon hearing this, Pierre White couldn't help but say, "It's not impossible... Father Angus is currently resting at the San Diego Garden Church!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Did someone really dare to joke about the governor in this situation?
As a result, when they turned around and saw Pierre, the reckless man who was about to retire, they suddenly lost their temper.

He's about to retire, are you going to make things difficult for him? We're all on the same side. If you dare to retaliate after he retires, don't complain about others retaliating against you when you retire.

Therefore, Pierre White was truly fearless!

Newland waved his hand. "Find him first, whether he's in California or has run off to Baja California, find him! But don't act rashly. A superman who can withstand bullets is not someone we can easily handle!"

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, everyone nodded and prepared to take action.

Just then, Pierre suddenly received a phone call. "Hello... what? What do you mean... the bishop was running naked in the street?" Hearing this, everyone in the conference room turned their heads, but Pierre was still in shock and hadn't reacted yet. "Running naked backwards? What does running naked backwards mean?"

Then, he hung up the phone and looked at the governor in front of him. "Mr. Newland, the department has a video to send over!"

“Release him!” Newland said decisively. “The bishop you’re talking about, is it Jared Brian, the bishop of Los Angeles, or Ken Burke, the bishop of San Diego?”

“It’s Ken Burke!” Pierre said quickly, then turned on the projector in his hand. The next second, as the image gradually appeared, they were able to see the specific scene.

On a street in San Diego, a completely naked man is crawling rapidly on all fours.

If that's the case, then they're just cross-dressers or some kind of mentally unstable person, which is quite common in this city.

But what they could see was that the naked man was crawling backwards with his back to the ground and his face towards the sky!

His hands and feet were in a very strange, twisted state, as if they had been folded backwards.

His eyes were completely black; neither the whites nor the pupils were visible, only a terrifying abyss-like depth.

Its chubby body lacked any warmth, exuding only an exaggerated and terrifying, inhuman quality.

The fact that such a terrifying monster was running around in the street, causing shouts and screams from the crowd, was what truly terrified everyone.

“Oh no!” Pierre White exclaimed. “Governor, Mayor, it looks like we have to take action, or someone will film this and post it online, and then we won’t need to prove to the President whether it’s real or not!”

“No need!” Newland took out his phone and showed them the news. “A few minutes ago, people on both X and TikTok had already spread this news!”

"Given our relationship with them, this information cannot be kept secret!"

As a governor who frequently guides public opinion on social media, Nuland's idea is more correct: "The San Diego Police Department directly mobilized all police officers in the city to block off streets, ensure the safety of the surrounding areas, and be prepared to use firearms if necessary!"

"I will notify the National Guard to declare martial law, and they will intervene immediately if anything goes wrong!"

"Deputy Director Pierre, take your men to the scene immediately and take our Bishop Ken Burke into custody! Even if you can't control him, we must let our people know that our police arrived right away!"

Upon hearing his command, everyone stood up and quickly began to act!

Governor Newland was left sitting there, clutching his head in anguish. "Oh well... this can't be kept secret anyway, let's just leave it to that blondie to worry about!"

……

In downtown San Diego, in the tallest office building, Bai Yang sipped his red tea, watching Ken Burke sprinting across the ground, and nodded with satisfaction.

“The child will be found by the patrol officers, Your Majesty, and they will also find the pentagram that appeared in the basement!” Alvin whispered the next steps in his ear.

"Hmm... then this time, there should be enough people who have seen it, right?" Bai Yang said.

"Yes, Your Majesty, but most of those who see it won't think it's some kind of evil spirit or monster, so their willpower increases very little!" Alvin pointed out. "We still have three points of divine power and thirty-five thousand points of willpower left. Under these circumstances, it's not enough to do anything significant!"

"Don't rush, don't rush!" Bai Yang said with a smile, holding his teacup. "The actors aren't in place yet, what's the hurry?"

"Once the actors are in place, our willpower will surge to an insane degree!"

"They automatically help us connect the dots, making us even more convinced of many things!"

Bai Yang was very confident: "As long as the story is complete, someone will fill in the gaps in our imagination!"

“Your foresight, Your Majesty!” Alvin bowed his head.

(End of this chapter)