From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 322 Faith, No Compromise!
“If this were politics, then Your Excellency, you would be the most outstanding politician—you’ve considered all the interests, relationships, and conditions!” Angus said, his face unusually calm. “But I am not a politician, nor am I a weigher of pros and cons!”

“I am Angus Bennett, the chosen one of God, the executor of angels, and a cardinal of the Holy See. I am not here to discuss personal interests with you!”

“I have come to spread the glory of the Lord and to warn you not to be tainted by darkness!”

Angus's words sounded very serious, formal, and deliberate, but that was just his personality.

If he weren't this kind of person, he wouldn't have been chosen by Bai Yang, wouldn't have been valued by Mario, and wouldn't have been able to stir up a wave of Catholic reform in this country!
Because of this personality, he could only be a priest in a small town for his entire life, because modern society doesn't like people like him, and the American Catholic Church, which is rotten to the core, certainly wouldn't promote him.

But in the eyes of "God," these qualities are the best things, especially Jehovah, this domineering power who would not allow anyone else to compete with him. Therefore, this stubborn character has become the chosen one.

For example, looking at Angus's angry face right now, the blond guy was even a little surprised, "You mean, you don't accept it?"

Jinmao is a businessman, as are his father and grandfather. Their family believes in the logic of business.

Just like his election as president and becoming the head of the country, it was mostly driven by business logic, but the main reason, of course, was that he succeeded!

Therefore, the golden retriever became even more convinced of his logic, believing that business transactions were everything, regardless of anything else, including the extraordinary.

So he chose to talk to the people in the south, to those countries that possessed extraordinary abilities. Everyone followed this logic: interests and business connections were often more important than things like faith!
However, he clearly overlooked the fact that the logic of monotheism and polytheism is completely different in the Catholic Church!

Just like now, faced with the blond man's almost threatening words, Angus nodded decisively, "It's not that I don't accept it, but that the Vatican doesn't accept it!"

"Faith is not open to compromise! If America turns to the demon god, the Holy See will not allow it!"

The cardinal's idea was clear, and it immediately made the blond-haired man's face turn cold. "So, there's no room for negotiation?"

“No discussion!” Angus stared at the other party. “If you want to obtain your own extraordinary powers, you can follow the laws of the Witcher and acquire them through self-training, but the Holy See will not allow you to take shortcuts to demons or hell!”

"King Solomon could do it, but I can't?" the blond-haired man asked again.

“Even King Solomon did not allow the faith in evil to spread to this kingdom!” Angus replied coldly. “Faith is the bottom line of the Papacy, and the bottom line cannot be tested!”

"Our people will purge this country of its demonic beliefs. Heretics are indeed despicable, but cultists cannot be let off the hook!"

Angus turned and left, as if he had made up his mind, while behind the blond-haired man, all the high-ranking officials in the White House slowly walked out.

"Your Excellency, it appears our negotiations have failed!"

"Yes, we failed..." The blond man's face was gloomy, but his brows quickly relaxed. "Well, let's use Jose to test the waters a little. The current state of the Vatican can be considered a gain!"

Upon hearing the golden retriever's words, everyone was stunned. "Commander-in-Chief, are we abandoning Jose?"

They looked at each other in disbelief. Jose's extraordinary system had been crammed with many people; were they really going to give up so easily?
That's their money being lost!

"Yes, give up on him! Even the demons of ancient Babylon were no match for angels, so how could a demon's apostle possibly be a match for the Holy See?" The blond-haired man said coldly. "If anyone doesn't want to give up, then you'll have to deal with everything that follows yourselves!"

Everyone fell silent. They knew why the golden retriever was in a bad mood. This time, the Vatican's momentum had not been contained, and it would be even more difficult to contain it in the future!

In this extraordinary era, is America truly destined to live in the shadow of the Holy See?

No one said anything about striking first or killing Angus. The recent stories of angels appearing were already telling them that if they really tried to use underhanded tactics against this one, they might be facing a real angel next!

……

If the White House is a tense standoff filled with sarcastic remarks, then the scene in front of the Los Angeles courthouse is a real confrontation with real weapons!
Nikki took the phone from Angus and heard his orders: "Destroy the demon god's creations! Arrest the demon god's followers! The Lord's faith must not be defiled in the slightest!"

“I understand!” Nicky hung up the phone, looked at the huge stone statue in front of him, and calmly uttered his words, “Heretics can be forgiven, but heretics must be purged!” “The Inquisition!” Nicky’s voice suddenly became louder under the influence of the holy light!
"Here we are!" All the members of the Inquisition responded in unison!
"Death! Where is your victory? Death! Where is your thorn?" The chanter of holy blood called forth the word of judgment, and behind him stood the Disciplined, each holding a book in their hands. "Hallelujah!"

The holy light revealed its traces, and within its radiance, something special seemed to be slowly peeking out!

Seeing this, José turned his head, wanting to see what his allies were doing.

Then he saw the apprehension and distance in Barron and Austin's eyes; their emotions seemed to have subtly changed after receiving a phone call.

At least, the kindness and gentleness in their eyes were gone.

And his "future prophecy," which had not appeared for a long time, suddenly burst forth at this moment.

That was the scene of himself being suddenly surrounded by a group of Dragonblood Warriors, the scene of him finally falling under the guns, and behind the scene was the golden-haired man's face, which looked smiling but was indifferent!

"Betrayal?" A hoarse, strained note rang out in the air, causing Baron to abruptly raise his head.

He heard José's voice; not only him, but everyone heard José's voice.

If the voice Jose just made was a very plain human voice—which was actually not his voice, but a pre-programmed synthesized voice—that was how he communicated with others.

And now, he finally spoke, that hoarse, ancient language, that pure and bestial speech, slowly uttered!

Are you betraying me?

Jose seemed to be asking a question, but he didn't get a reply. No one present could understand his obscure ancient script. His speech was just a language compiler that the blond man had given him so that he could communicate with people.

But now, the machine is locked up, and Jose knows that he has been abandoned by the golden retriever!

With communication gone and only despair for the future remaining, José lost all will to explain anything.

He was just an ordinary person who wanted to live a better life by relying on the few spells he had learned on his own, so he chose to cooperate with the government.

The collaboration started off well; he got the life he had always dreamed of, and he didn't even need to take too many risks to achieve a higher status. He was very happy.

Therefore, José did not use his emotional control to disrupt the country. His simple values ​​told him that if he was good to others, they should be good to him in return.

He really liked this feeling, the feeling of being relied upon by everyone, and the feeling that everyone had a good relationship with him; it made him feel very comfortable.

But now, everything about reality and the future is telling him that what he thought was sincerity in return for sincerity is nothing but a load of rubbish!

These politicians, where is their sincerity? It's all about self-interest and a negligible connection!

"It turns out it was all just my imagination! It turns out there's no such thing as warmth or freedom..." José murmured to himself, finally making peace with himself.

Then, an ancient and solemn incantation slowly emerged from his mouth: "Great Demon God Gabo... I now fully understand all of this, and now, it is my choice!"

His face aged at a visible rate, but his body suddenly became radiant at this moment.

Previously, Gabo had promised him that if he chose to exchange for knowledge, his body would age rapidly. He had done so once before, and now, facing the threat from the Vatican and the betrayal of America's government, he was going to do it again!
Beneath his aged face lay a heart filled with regret. "Gabbo, the demon of knowledge, I utter my curse: that whoever betrays me, and his family, will be abandoned by knowledge!"

"Even if I die this time, the curse will still be fulfilled!" he said viciously to the "religious court" before him.
This is the extraordinary era, where every choice comes with a price!

(End of this chapter)