From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 29 Tribal Summoning
"Your Majesty, their reaction is a bit excessive. Have we gone too far with our lies?"

Alvin looked at Karl in front of him, who was playing almost like he was going all in, and felt that he had gone a bit too far.

Could it be that the elder went mad because of the enhanced psychic powers they gave Ivan?
Looking at the madness in the man's eyes, Bai Yang smiled and shook his head. "What if I told you that during this time, the young man named Hall has provided three points of faith, while this seemingly fanatical Elder Karl has no faith at all?"

Upon hearing Bai Yang's words, Alvin finally calmed down and began to investigate the matter, revealing a surprised expression.

"He didn't believe it at all? What's with his reaction?"

Bai Yang was now standing in front of Karl. Looking at the man, he could see the glint of "ambition" in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Because he's wanted to do this for a long time, he's just looking for a reason!"

"And Ivan's existence gave him a very good reason!"

In his eyes, the life of this "Karl" flashed before Bai Yang like a revolving lantern.

Over the course of his more than thirty years of life, this man accomplished a series of things, such as strengthening the tribe's power, controlling the tribe's property, bribing local officials, and ultimately achieving complete control over the region.

To achieve his goals, he killed many people, purged many scum from tribes, and suffered serious injuries.

But the fact that he can still stand here means that most of his enemies should be dead.

This was clearly not the limit of Karl's ambition; he wanted to gain more, but as an indigenous person, he knew that such a thing was simply impossible.

Americans may seem confused, but they are not confused at all when it comes to domestic affairs.

If an Indian tribe were to rise up, no one would agree to it.

Neither white nor black people would allow a true indigenous person to stand in a high position; this is the fundamental principle of their country.

“Your Majesty, should we grant his request?” Alvin asked. “He is an unbeliever; if we give him power, he might blaspheme!”

"The essence of a faithless person is that they have never suffered a loss!" Bai Yang shook his head. "I will take action and turn him into a fanatical believer! From then on, he will revere God as if he were a supreme being!"

"Come on, let's make things even more exciting and have a battle of gods, how about it?" he said with a smile.

Alvin worried, "This is certainly the fastest way to increase believers and their willpower, but our current willpower isn't enough, is it?"

“Then let’s expand our influence, but limit the final battle to a proxy war!” Bai Yang said without hesitation.

He looked at the Native American tribe before him and said, "The battle that never took place back then is now being fought by our descendants, who will naturally have to pay a price!"

"Your main purpose is..."

"After this battle, all the indigenous peoples of the Americas will become our providers of willpower!" Bai Yang said. "As for the rest, they will flock to the Catholic Church!"

With a flick of his hand, he can create clouds and rain; holding the reins of power over the world and controlling the cycle of life and death. Only now does Bai Yang have a sense of being a "god"!

“They will never know that the essence of this war is to provide you with the power of will!” Alvin said with a smile.

"Hey! You can't say that!" Bai Yang raised his hand. "I need to use their willpower to accumulate strength to protect them from the possible divine threats and the agonizing future!"

As for how dire the situation was? That's none of your business!

Before their eyes, accompanied by Carl's orders, the tribe's young men boarded cars and headed to the San Diego airport.

They were going to gather the tribes they knew well and hold a grand gathering!

This gathering will be the largest in history!
……

The news from the Apache tribe was quickly presented to Governor Newland. He looked at the news with a headache, surrounded by the top leaders of California, who were also quite troubled.

“Mr. Newland, perhaps we shouldn’t get involved in this? The White House hasn’t given us a response anyway!” the lieutenant governor finally said. “After all, our most important task right now is to resolve the protest issue!”

They looked out the window and saw that the whole of Los Angeles was still in a state of "joy with the people," with the military, police and civilians happily mingling together.

In this situation, they seemed powerless to handle the matters next door.

“Let our people handle it first, and then we’ll wait for the White House commissioner to arrive!” Nuland decided. “At least these Native Americans haven’t caused us any trouble yet!”

Everyone nodded, their smiles conveying a knowing understanding.

In fact, their high-sounding words are nothing but excuses!

There's only one real reason: they don't want to offend the Native Americans they know today.

We're all Americans, and although we might not talk about these people, we all know perfectly well what our ancestors did to these people's ancestors—it's an unspeakable mess!
If they didn't deal with it, they could pretend they didn't know. But now that they've dealt with it, they've truly angered the gods on the other side, and they'll definitely not come out on top.

So they simply shifted the blame to the White House or the Golden Retriever.

Let the other party probe the situation first, so that they can respond promptly no matter what the outcome.

The group exchanged glances and then had a report prepared and sent up.

Then a transfer order from the White House put the previously secure Los Angeles FBI field chief in a precarious position in a bind!
The FBI is not under the jurisdiction of state governments, but rather under the Department of Justice. In other words, it is the team of that blond president, and his inner circle.

He could think of things that others could think of, and being an old and shrewd man, he could certainly think of them too, but when the golden retriever gave him an order, he had to carry it out!

Therefore, he could only discuss the selection of personnel to handle this matter with everyone in the department with a gloomy face.

He was naturally very unhappy that the blame had been shifted onto him and he had no way to pass it off.

Not long after, a man arrived at his boss's office and heard news that shocked him!

Looking at the letter of appointment for Director of the California Special Affairs Division of the Secret Service, Gao Simmons appeared somewhat excited!
He's wasted so many years at this age and in this position, and now he finally has a chance to advance further. Anyone would be excited!
As one of the FBI's most senior agents in California, Gao never expected that such a special appointment would fall to him.

In fact, according to Newland and others, the best candidate should have been Director Pierre, who had experienced Lucifer's torment.

However, the other party was already over sixty years old, not only was he about to retire, but after being tortured and frightened, his condition was not very good.

Rather than appointing an elderly person who is in the hospital, it would be better to replace them with someone who is young and energetic!
And so they chose Gao, who had experienced the events in Vespucci and had contact with Father Angus and Martin Delaso, a novice user of the Demon God Rammer Feather.

If a real problem arises, he can intervene and get Father Angus to help.

Churches that value stability would likely not stand by and watch Native Americans wreak havoc on order.

All I can say is that these people who play politics not only have dirty hearts, but they also have a very far-sighted perspective!
"Sir, what am I supposed to do?" Gao asked curiously, taking the letter of appointment for promotion.

"The Apache tribal elders in the San Diego area have issued a special tribal call to arms. The whole of California is in turmoil right now, and we can't afford any more unrest. Your first task is to go and see what they're up to!" the FBI director said with a smile.

"Got it. Monitor their movements to prevent them from causing trouble, right? Make sure the mission is accomplished!" Gao shouted.

He's familiar with this kind of thing; it's just some simple, stable monitoring tasks. It's lucrative and hassle-free, so he's happy!
"Your team members and personnel are all ready for you. Go! God bless America!" the director said.

"God bless America!" Gao shouted in agreement.

(End of this chapter)