From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 347 The Extraordinary Rewriting of Mexico
After a certain great Eastern power went into hiding, America should have once again reigned supreme and become the world's most powerful nation.

However, the script was never rewritten in this way, and America did not seem to truly possess a manifest destiny. Just as they were about to rise again, the Papacy, demons, superhumans, and world changes followed one after another.

Guided by such extraordinary monsters, even the Golden Haired Emperor of Taxation, who wanted to wield the tariff weapon, became calm under the overwhelming extraordinary intimidation from all over the world.

He dared not swing the stick down again, otherwise some special superhumans might really come and talk to him!
As for integrating the country, that's utter nonsense, especially since the arrival of the extraordinary era. Some people have become even more unscrupulous, confident that the current Trump and the heavily indebted, nearly paralyzed American government have no time to deal with them.

Indeed, the current Trump simply has no way to control them, because he is dealing with a more critical issue: the shutdown of the American government.

With the debt crisis exploding again and some old-timers in the Senate causing trouble, Trump suddenly realized that his government had come to a standstill!

"What do you mean by 'shutting down because of excessive public spending'?" the blond-haired man said angrily to Qian Si. "Can't they come up with a more perfunctory excuse? Isn't it just because we didn't bring them along in the negotiations?"

These incompetent bastards actually dared to threaten a dignified President America with a government shutdown!
This is absolutely ridiculous, and what's even more ridiculous is that this same thing happened during his previous term!

These people seem to have really taken him for a pushover and want to seize his power.

Most importantly, these things really affect him, not his administration, but his ability to make money!
Qian Si nodded. "Your Excellency, this is completely unacceptable. We need to make them pay the price!"

“Of course, let them know the price…” the blond-haired man said hesitantly, “Go tell the Vatican that I agree with their opinion. Doesn’t the Vatican want an orthodox claim? Give it to them! Let them handle supernatural matters, and we’ll handle secular matters!”

In their previous interactions, they had already clearly understood the power and resources of the Vatican, and now America's predicament required the Vatican to resolve it.

In order to consolidate his power, the blond-haired man was willing to share power with the Papacy rather than hand it over to these bastards who stood in his way.

Because of this, the Papacy's power has surpassed that of the past. They have begun to take over real secular power from America, and local churches recognized by the Roman Catholic Church have law enforcement powers similar to those of the police—albeit only for extraordinary crises.

However, this was also an unimaginable and great victory. For Bai Yang, the divine fire of "Yawei" was once again burning brightly, making him even more respectful of Jin Mao.

"This guy's thought process is quite strange, but in a way, he actually fits our plan perfectly!" Bai Yang complained. "If America really becomes the earthly kingdom of Christianity in the future, we might have to give the blond guy the title of Prayer!"

Alvin couldn't help but laugh, echoing, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid that won't work, because the sins he has committed mean that he will have no other option but to go to hell!"

"Who said that? He can't even go to the underworld! As long as he goes east, he can experience the joy of being in the eighteen levels of hell!" Bai Yang said, shifting his gaze from the white house to the south. "Alright, let the divine fire burn a little longer, and let's see if any of these chosen ones in the south have fallen!"

The fall of superhumans in India gave Bai Yang a rather bad first impression. He could allow superhumans to have their own thoughts, but it was too much for them to betray their class so soon after gaining power.

If everyone did this, how would he advance the extraordinary process?

"They're planning a war!" Alvin said to Bai Yang with a smile. "These natives with superhuman powers are ready to wage war against everyone in the southern region! They want to fight all the drug dealers, bandits, and warlords!"

"Oh?" Hearing this, Bai Yang looked up with interest. "Who organized this? Karl? Ivan? Or Alex?"

“I suppose so…” Alvin said. “You might need to go and see for yourself, and then think about the true way to shape the neighboring pantheon. After all, this is the second pantheon you’ve created, and it should have its own attributes of existence, shouldn’t it?”

Bai Yang nodded gently, "You're right. We used the gods of South America to create the War of the Gods and the battlefields of the past, so we can't forget this special way of creating them. These gods should also show their power in this ignorant land!"

"I wonder if blood and fire sacrifices seem barbaric on this land?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty—for this land, perhaps the descent of the gods is the true salvation?"

...Mexico, Southern California.

With the near tacit approval of both countries, a vast area stretching from southern San Diego to northern Southern California has become the "territory" of the Apache tribe.

Neither America nor Mexico seems to have any intention of asserting sovereignty here; they simply watch as northern tribes and southern people gather here.

This gathering lasted for half a year.

In the past six months, as supernatural forces have conquered territories around the world, and as people around the world have gained a clearer understanding of supernatural beings, this once lukewarm region has suddenly become much more lively.

For example, during this month, countries all over South America submitted applications to visit this place, hoping to come and take a look—in fact, to trace the source.

Compared to the almost clearly defined "racial system" of America, South America was colonized earlier and was not as brutal as the Anza people, so most of them are actually a mix of indigenous and white ancestry.

This is why their faith is very free; they can believe in God, or of course, in the gods of the indigenous people.

People are very pragmatic. If they can obtain the support of extraordinary power, then worshipping the gods of their own bloodline is not a big deal.

Meanwhile, in the Apache tribe's current house, Karl was discussing this matter with the three people in front of him.

“I originally intended to invite them over to participate in our rituals, but now that I think about it, it doesn’t seem like a good time…” Karl said. “The land beneath our feet is not peaceful, our faith has not truly taken root, and what’s more, there are some people who are always hindering our missionary work!”

"I think it's a better choice to clean the house before receiving guests!"

He thought about all the things those drug traffickers had done in the past six months to gain access to the Apache tribe, and felt a wave of nausea.

Those drug traffickers had no bottom line. They used assassinations, poisoning, infiltration, bribery, and other means to stir up one storm after another in the camp.

This made him determined to completely eliminate these people!
Upon hearing this, Jerome (Chapter 35) nodded in strong agreement, “Yes, no problem, that’s how it should be done. We’ve already taken action against those damned drug dealers! Only by cleaning them up can we show the world our power and, like the Vatican, begin our missionary work!”

“Yes, I agree!” Remus nodded and said, “I am a warrior of the gods and death, and death and sacrifice are the best expressions of that. Those drug dealers truly deserve to die!”

Alex went even further, saying, "The merciful Rain God will certainly not allow such people to exist in the world. I agree, let's get rid of them and make them the sacrifices for the re-establishment of our empire!"

Seeing that the three of them agreed, Karl nodded with satisfaction. "That's what I think too. If we can't instill fear in these people, our plan is just empty talk!"

"Coincidentally, our gods are the ones who understand fear the most!"

In Latin America, almost every mythology contains beliefs about death and bloodshed, so they are not afraid to talk about these things.

In this culture, all malice will linger, dissolve, and burn!
Seeing the fighting spirit in the eyes of the three, Chief Karl nodded. "The Apache tribe is not our name. We should be the inheritors of that ancient empire. This time, we will carry on the spirit of the Mayan gods, the Aztec Empire, and the Inca Empire on this land!"

"We need believers, not a bunch of drug dealers who do no work, know nothing about the gods, and only know how to kill!"

"I prayed to the God of War, and the only response he gave me was two words: death!"

"Go, warriors of the gods, bring death to those ungrateful drug dealers!"

PS: First update, three more to come... Why are there so many things to do during National Day? I'm going to die!
(End of this chapter)