From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 353 Faith Returns to South America (Bonus Chapter 28 for Monthly Tickets)

"Now, do you think we can save this country?" Karl's voice came, while Sangalo, held up by a snake, dared not move.

It was a king cobra, and it just kept its head against Sangalo, causing this man, who was famous throughout Mexico, to sweat profusely.

What's even more terrifying is that the enormous serpent above his head, as big as a mountain, is also staring at him, which makes him even more afraid to move.

The two people in front of him started talking about him.

Karl casually remarked, "Have someone keep an eye on him, don't let him die. The upcoming sacrificial ceremony, with these drug cartel family bosses, is the main event!"

Alex nodded. "No problem, Atlas will keep a close eye on him, and so will the other family heads! Will the ceremony be held here?"

“Yes!” Karl nodded. “We’ll hold the sacrifice in this city, which is suffering from drug traffickers, and bring all the people involved here for a blood sacrifice to the gods!”

"They spread the evil plants brought by outsiders all over this land, and they deserve to pay the price!"

Hearing their undisguised words, Sangalo was shocked. "Blood sacrifice? You barbarians, in modern society, you actually use blood sacrifice?"

Hearing this, Alex turned his head curiously. "Isn't this what you drug dealers love to do most? Murder, bloody slaughter and torture? I smell a bloody stench on you that's even more terrifying than Ivan's. You've killed far more people than any of us!"

Upon hearing this, Sangalo was speechless. Could the lives he had killed be compared to his own?

But when faced with the extraordinary, he seemed speechless; he couldn't beat them, nor did he dare to.

"Aren't you afraid I'll make a deal with the demons to gain power?" Finally, Sangalo revealed his trump card. "I know that as long as I call upon the demons, I will definitely get a response!"

He did have some understanding of the extraordinary, but he was overconfident in his power, which led to his downfall.

Now that he has nothing left, he wants to use the power of the demons to turn things around.

Upon hearing this, Carl and Alex both laughed and turned to look at him. "The reason why demons can respond in Christian territory is because it's part of their pantheon, but this is the place where our gods reside!"

"The demons want to come? Let them ask the Grim Reapers if they'll allow it!"

Their words extinguished Sangalo's last hope. It turned out that even a demon so powerful that it proclaimed itself to the whole world was not invincible!

Looking into the man's almost gray pupils, Karl said again, "Of course, you can try to summon it, and we can also offer another sacrifice to the gods!"

No offering could be more appealing than the alien god they themselves had presented; they hoped to give their leader something good in return.

They were incredibly confident in this, after all, they truly had gods behind them!

These confident words became the last straw that broke Sangalo's spirit. He stared blankly at the two men, "Even if you kill all the drug traffickers, you can't change the status quo of this country!"

"Those multinational corporations won't just hand over their money!"

“Just because you can’t persuade us doesn’t mean we can’t!” Carl said. “Just watch, the whole of Mexico is about to change!”

The sky lost its last glimmer of light at this moment, but infinite radiance slowly rose from the opposite side of the earth.

Many people don't know, but some do: the sky over this land is about to brighten!
……

A few days later, in Mexico City.

"An invitation from Juarez? An invitation for all members of parliament to attend?" Upon hearing this in Congress, all the members of parliament looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Are those drug dealers crazy? Are they trying to lure us over there and wipe us all out?" one councilor couldn't help but say.

"Who sent the invitation?" someone asked.

Upon hearing this, the Speaker slowly stood up. "You should have heard of this person's name. He is Karl, the Great Elder and current Chief of the Apache tribe."

Following their ancient culture, they don't have the Western custom of adding a surname; these are their names. Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned. "He's an American, in a drug-trafficking city, and he's extending an invitation to us?"

They were all astonished. What kind of development was this?

But that wasn't all. The Speaker continued, "This is an invitation to a sacrificial ceremony. The Apache tribe will be holding a ceremony in Juarez City to worship the Aztec gods, and the offerings will be all the drug lords in our country!"

"All the drug lords?"

This statement was truly earth-shattering; the group of councilors looked at the speaker as if they had heard some great boast.

"You can ask those councilors around you, the ones who are connected to them..." the speaker continued. This old man wasn't with the drug lords, nor was he explicitly opposed to them, but by saying this today, his intentions were already very clear.

Many lawmakers looked at those who had been promoted by drug lords. These people, who usually had a lot of voices, now seemed very cold and huddled in their seats.

This statement is actually quite clear: normally, they should stand up and shout for war at this time.

And now, they don't say a word.

"They can't speak because they have no one to rely on!" came the speaker's voice, and then a video was projected onto the screen of the Capitol.

"Look at this, this is the information they gave us..." A glimmer of relief finally appeared on the old man's face. "No matter what, we can say that the sky has brightened over Mexico!"

The video footage was shown, and the entire room fell silent, because the footage featured more than a dozen people they all knew very well who were incredibly arrogant in this country!

They were drug traffickers, and one of the most notorious drug traffickers in northern Mexico.

Now, however, they were all standing obediently in front of a group of warriors dressed in animal skins.

In front of them was a very famous man named Karl. Six months ago, he had forcibly carved out a piece of land from America as the Apache tribe's own land, and no one dared to say "no."

This time, the man reappeared right in front of this group of drug lords!

"I am Karl, the priest of the Eagle God, the agent of the gods!" the man said calmly. "Today, I would like to invite the people of this country who have not yet been corrupted by these invading plants to come to this city and witness this ritual!"

"The gods in their world are watching over us and giving us instructions, telling us to save our people from suffering!"

“When drug lords cover our cornfields with coca plantations, when children’s schoolbags contain more drug packets than textbooks, when the tombstones of anti-drug officers form a new border wall, this is not a crime—this is the extinction of civilization!”

"The wisdom of our ancestors is the armor of our modern times. What we inherit is not only the pyramids and crystals, but also the glory that belongs to our ancestors!"

The Cocarta calendar teaches us: malignant tumors must be eradicated at the root!
The feathered serpent god prophesied: Those who allow the poisonous fog to linger will surely suffer the consequences!
The Taralok Thunderstorm Pledge: Only by cleansing away the filth can the blue sky reappear!

"This sacrifice is our declaration of war against all drug traffickers, and these drug lords in the north are the targets of this first blood sacrifice!"

"This operation is not only about eliminating drug traffickers, but also about mending the umbilical cord of civilization:"

The Popol Uyghur scriptures that drug lords burned with dollars will be rebound with their guts.
The spirits of Native American infants, encased in cement, will ascend to heaven in a waterspout during a thunderstorm;
And every drug dealer strangled by the Vengeance Vine will become a cornerstone of the new pyramid—

Where the spire pointed, the fifth sun pierced the poisonous fog, illuminating all the unpolluted, newly born lands.

"We call upon every compatriot who still believes in our ancestors and gods to return together and carry out this great divine judgment!"
The extraordinary warriors of Kokata will be your strongest arms, the winds of Quetzalcoatl will hear the cries of every suffering person, and the torrential rain that falls from the sky, without a doubt, is the rain god's protection for you!

From this day forward, from this very moment forward, I can proudly tell you that the gods have returned to this land!
Faith will return to this land; under the watchful eyes of the gods, no malicious crime should exist!

There was no way to hide this video, and within a day, Karl's declaration spread all over the world!
A vibrant faith has grown and spread rapidly on this land!
“Your Majesty, these beliefs are enough!” Alvin exclaimed with delight.

"No rush, let the faith gather more!"

PS: That's all for today's fourth update. I'm going to sleep now... Please give me some monthly votes, since it's double for National Day, right?
(End of this chapter)