From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 348 Pre-Battle Ritual
"Not enough. The emotions aren't intense enough, the impact isn't far-reaching enough. They're still far from it!" Bai Yang shook his head regretfully as he felt the power emanating from them. "These people have lost too much during this long period of suppression. They don't actually have much culture, do they?"

Alvin nodded slightly. "Yes, Your Majesty. Of these four, only Alex actually went to university, which is why he was able to become a reporter for a major newspaper. As for the rest, they didn't have the opportunity to go to school; they're just not illiterate."

"They're not exactly illiterate, but they also lack a strong international perspective and unique vision, which makes them seem very petty!" Bai Yang calmly commented. "This isn't their fault, but it's a true reflection of the six months of development opportunities they missed!"

“However, Your Majesty, with the addition of the South American countries, this loophole will be filled!” Alvin said happily. “These countries are not lacking in highly qualified personnel, but they lack a platform to showcase their talents, and this extraordinary organization in front of us is the best platform!”

There's a vivid saying among South American countries: "Too far from heaven, too close to America." This means that because of their proximity to America, they have become natural hubs for raw materials and dumping grounds for production. Meanwhile, their political landscape and national future have been fragmented under the control of this country.

A nation with the magnanimity of America would not allow any powerful country to exist next to it; it would only allow those countries to weaken indefinitely.

This leaves the talent in these countries either being siphoned off or simply rotting away in their own countries, with no other recourse.

Now, with the emergence of the extraordinary, the disruption of the world order is clearly visible, and opportunities for these people naturally follow.

This may be the source of the development of the Mayan pantheon!

Bai Yang had also considered this issue. "However, all of this will only happen after they finish this battle... They've blocked the largest trade route between America and Central America, which has angered drug traffickers in the north and drug lords in the south. They'll eventually have to fight it out..."

“Your Majesty, you haven’t paid attention to them for a long time. You might be surprised by their efforts!” Alvin said with a smile. The two disappeared into thin air and watched as the three believers of the gods walked in three different directions.

"The faith in the gods of sacrifice, rain, and wind, relying on their own 'blood sacrifice' model, can truly gain power from the sacrifice. This is the kind of sacrifice you originally set up!" Alvin's words unfolded like a scroll in Bai Yang's ears, and what appeared before him were three almost completely different types of warriors.

The original divine warriors—the warriors of the gods of sacrifice, death, and war—were a group of very strong men who stood upright before Ivan, holding spears and daggers, accepting his inspection.

Ivan tore off his shirt, raised his spear, and roared, "Warriors of Kokata, today is the day you give your lives!"

"For the great Koccata!"

The enormous roar echoed through the sky, which made Jerome next door seem somewhat disdainful, "These naked barbarians don't understand the art of war at all!"

Jerón faced his warriors, a group of rather "elegant" men, all of whom he had selected from among the followers of Quetzalcoatl, and on their backs were bows that seemed to be formed from the wind.

Yes, after praying to Quetzalcoatl, Jerón cleverly chose his team: a group of archers who relied on the power of the wind to shoot arrows.

Although this profession may seem ridiculous to many modern people, it is the only thing that Gerald remembers hanging in his house when he escaped from Columbia as a child.

"Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, is also the god of wind and the morning star! Raise your bows and arrows, and from this moment forward, you shall be with the great feathered serpent god!"

"With the great feathered serpent god!"

The shouts of this group were not much quieter than those of the people next door.

"Great, very energetic, at least more energetic than us!" Alex said with a smile upon hearing this, and the people around him also laughed.

The next second, a snake coiled around his neck—a two-headed snake—gently wrapping around his neck and flicking its tongue.

Unlike the other two teams, Alex's team did not have warriors or archers, but only a group of people dressed in civilian clothes like him.

However, there was a snake circling around them. These snakes all looked normal, but normal snakes don't stay quietly in one place without making any noise.

“Then let’s join in! Rain god Traloc is a benevolent deity, but he is also a god of wrath and floods. For Traloc’s glory!”

"For the glory of Traloc!" Their voices were no weaker than those of the previous ones. Only after the combatants finished their rallying cry did Karl make his appearance.

When the three teams arrived at their positions, a group of people had already been brought to their knees right in front of them.

This is a group of rebels, spies, or captured drug dealers. Regardless of their previous identities, here they are merely sacrifices.

Chief Karl, who also served as the high priest, slashed through the night sky with his obsidian sword, as if it could pierce the darkness. He sliced ​​through the skin of several people before finally stopping in front of one, where he pierced the heart of that person.

He took the heart's blood from the sacrifice and sprinkled it into the obsidian array before him, accompanied by his words: "Father of War, Lord of Sacrifice, God of Death, accept this pulsating beacon—guide us warriors to tear open the throats of the living with our claws!"

Inside the obsidian array, the blood emitted a light resembling that of bones upon touching the objects within. All the warriors of Kokata knelt down, awaiting the blessing of this supreme god.

The next second, the light came to them, turning into real black power, making their bodies seem to swell by two inches.

Then, Karl approached the second group, scattering a powder from his hand—corn powder, the powder of this race's most important food.
"Lord of the Morning Star! Weave the scales of destiny—grant to your warriors the winds that can pierce through lies!"

The corn dust slowly coalesced in the air into the shape of arrows, which then struck into the quiver of each believer.

These people bowed in reverence, saying, "Quetzalcoatl, you are the embodiment of wisdom, the manifestation of the wind..."

In the end, Karl didn't even bless Alex's army; he simply picked up a cup of wine and offered it to the snake beside Alex, saying, "Your Majesty Atlas, your wine!"

The two-headed snake thought for a moment, then stuck out its tongue and drank the wine in one gulp, before spitting it into the air, where it landed on everyone.

"Great rain god Taralok, your rains bring fertile crops and safe return to the warriors!" the rain god's followers prayed in unison.

Having done all this, Karl turned to the warriors before him and proclaimed, "Warriors of the gods, what you have done is the prelude to a great undertaking, and I await your return here!"

"Our warriors are fearless, our warriors are invincible, our warriors are the new Aztecs, the new Mayans, the new Inca light!"

"We will be among the most important people in this movement of national reunification! European culture cannot stop our cultural return! For the glory of the gods!"

In silence, everyone responded with their declaration: "For...the glory of the gods! For...the glory of our race!"

The determination in each of their eyes shines even brighter than it did in the past!
For these people, this may be the home they have always dreamed of, because here there is no discrimination, no defensiveness, and none of the arrogant shouts of the American people.

They can do their own thing, they can spread their own culture, and they can believe in their own gods!
They are no longer a solitary race, no longer a disguised form used to assimilate into other cultures. At this moment, they are themselves, and their cultural confidence and racial spirit are slowly unfolding in this environment!

Therefore, the morale here is ridiculously high, and the people here are all people with boundless self-confidence!

"Wow, they've given me a huge surprise! Blood sacrifice and faith, with so many people firmly believing in them, can actually bring together power!" Bai Yang remarked from the side. "They've managed to carve out a path for themselves even under these circumstances!"

"Your Majesty, can this power be utilized?" Alvin asked.

Bai Yang nodded, "No problem. I didn't have any inspiration for this pantheon before, but now I do!"

"Let me see what they're capable of... At least, this pantheon should be established by now!"

P.S.: This is the second update for today. Ugh, my head is about to explode, it's so uncomfortable... I'll try my best to write.

(End of this chapter)