From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 351 An Ancient and Extraordinary Performance
"Are you kidding me?" Sangalo was completely taken aback. He picked up his golden pistol and pointed it at the messenger. "What kind of arrow could hit an airplane?"

"Boss... I'm not kidding, it's true!" The newcomer was terrified. "These two arrows were pulled straight from their heads!"

As he spoke, he took out the skull he carried with him, which had been burned beyond recognition by the flames. In the center of the skull, a standard arrow-shaped wound was exposed.

Seeing this, Sangalo was dumbfounded. "Was it really shot with an arrow? Super toucans can fly thousands of meters high. Even if it wasn't thousands of meters, it was more than a thousand meters just now. How could an arrow reach that height?"

He wasn't some good-for-nothing spoiled brat; he was the real mob boss who had built the Sangalo family from a small Mexican gang into a large one. Of course, he had heard about these things.

At that moment, he heard a war cry from an ancient era: "Blood sacrifice to the Eagle God, human sacrifice to Kokata!"

The group of strangely dressed people, in a way he could never have imagined, began their charge, brandishing their spears!

The leader of the group pointed at him with an obscure voice and roared angrily!

Sangalo, of course, did not know that the roar meant: "Capture the enemy leader alive and take him back to offer a blood sacrifice to the gods!"

But he had no time to think about those words; he could only order his men to fire, "Shoot them! Send them to meet their gods!"

Upon hearing this, the drug dealers, armed with all sorts of weapons, immediately launched an attack.

There are more than 5,000 people here, while this team has only a hundred people. Where do they get the courage to charge such an army?
Many people were even taking drugs while firing their guns, thinking about where to have fun after the war was over. But they didn't see that not a single one of these charging soldiers fell because of the bullets!

Drug traffickers certainly lack any combat skills. Their combat abilities and other qualities are pitifully low, perhaps only slightly better than the excellent matchmaking system in the African region, but even that is only marginally better.

On this land, the only ones who truly possess fighting power are probably the group of liberation theological believers from back then, and that leader who has long since passed away.

Even so, the fire from more than five thousand people was enough to utterly destroy all armed groups and organizations in the area.

Drug traffickers capable of confronting the Mexican government possess weapons powerful enough to overthrow half the country; such an attack could even shake the entire nation!
Yet, amidst this intense attack, blood-red figures appeared before everyone's eyes.

Those were the "natives" they had just mocked. In front of each of them was a blood-red shield, a large shield that seemed to be made of blood, resisting the attack of bullets in the hail of bullets, and allowing them to get closer to their opponents more quickly!
The only one without a shield was Ivan. He emerged directly from the hail of bullets and took the lead, arriving in front of a tank. His obsidian spear seemed to be coated with a layer of silver light, and to everyone's astonishment, he pierced a hole in the tank's side armor.

Judging from the blood splattered from the side of the armor, none of the crew members inside should still be alive.

This was just Ivan's action; the rest of the group, after quickly entering the first battle group, also began their performance.

These people took the guns from the drug dealers, turned these weapons used to kill into "pole" sticks, and then impaled everyone they encountered on them.

Of course, some people were injured because their blood-red shields were broken, but the wounds did not frighten them. Instead, they became even more courageous. In the attack of bullets, a spear pierced through three people!
The hundred-person team vanished in an instant, leaving behind a pile of "strings" on the ground, with the still-breathing drug dealers stuck in them. They weren't dead, but they were suffering more than if they were!

Seeing this, Sangalo suddenly understood why a powerful government like America's would sit idly by while these people divided the country.

It turns out they weren't afraid of any so-called public opinion, but rather of their fighting power!
(Golden Retriever, Newland: You don't know anything! Have you ever seen a tornado that's going to destroy a city? Have you ever seen a giant snake that's causing a tsunami? These gods are just starting with natural disasters!)

"Fire! What are you waiting for? Fire!" Sangalo roared, wanting nothing more than to fight those drug dealers from America yesterday. They clearly knew everything, so why didn't anyone tell him? Was that right?
Are those people just going to watch their own joke unfold?
As his thoughts grew increasingly heavy, the gunners finished loading their weapons. This group was probably the most clear-headed of them all, since even drug dealers knew that if the gunners were hallucinating from drug use, firing a single shot could be fatal.

Unfortunately, he didn't get to hear the gunner continue speaking before he saw the iridescent rays streaking across the sky. Arrows, one after another, fell into his artillery position right before their eyes…

Just like the artillery that struck first, these arrows also had a significant impact. They hit everyone near the cannon perfectly, striking them between the eyebrows and pinning them to the side of the cannon!

This scene is very simple. Compared to modern warfare, these weapons look like child's play, but it is this child's play that killed his proud army!

Compared to the deafening roar of the bombs, the moment Sangalo saw this scene, he felt his head buzz and explode!
He knew all too well what this meant! These people didn't want to kill him outright, otherwise he would be a corpse like these artillerymen!

"Quick...retreat!" Sangalo shouted, and fled directly into the armored vehicle behind him.

At that moment, all his pride, all his self-satisfaction, and the confidence he had gained through money and violence were completely destroyed!

Because he discovered that in the face of true superhumans, he was nothing, he was nothing. These natives were not some crazy believers, nor were they some abandoned pawns, but a group of true superhumans with extraordinary powers and a very strong connection with the gods!
They were not afraid of bullets, nor even artillery shells; the archers hidden in the shadows had already begun taking roll call.

Every point that might pose a threat to the main force will be struck by an arrow.

Jerome stood smiling in one spot, the wind carrying his message: "Yes, keep shooting arrows, to the north, volley! The wind will carry your arrows where they're meant to be!"

This is the blessing of Quetzalcoatl, these are the archers of the wind. Without the targeted preparations of an opposing supernatural being, their attacks have no chance of being defended.

This is also the attack that Karl and others came up with, and it poses the greatest threat to modern people!
Because no matter how technology develops, no matter how much the world progresses, humanity itself is very fragile. Therefore, their arrows do not kill vehicles or have a wide area of ​​effect; they only target one thing: "humans."

No matter how powerful a team is, its commander must be human, right? As long as they are human, they are mortal beings and must be subjected to the baptism of arrows.

"Speaking of which, why hasn't Alex made a move yet?" Jerome wondered, when he heard the eagle beside him make a sound.

“I told him not to make a move, but to go to the rear and cut off their escape route!” Karl said. “This is our first move, and the first move must be swift and decisive to completely eliminate all threats!”

"Whether it's Mexico, Colombia, or even drug traffickers from Brazil or Argentina, they will all die here!"

"We are the establishers of order, we are the disseminators of the gods. Under the radiance of the gods, there is no place for these insects to survive!"

As a chieftain, Karl's behavior was incredibly radical, yet perfectly befitting his status.

They're not here to negotiate with this group. What's there to talk about with drug dealers? Preventing them from selling drugs is worse than letting them die!

So Carl decided to go straight to the point and let them die.

Since these drug dealers neither respect them nor the gods, they have no reason to live; death is the only fate Karl has chosen for them.

"The gods heard the cries of all believers on this land, so they issued a divine decree: no drug dealer shall be allowed to live on this land!"

PS: This is the second update, two more to come!
(End of this chapter)