From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 357 The Priests Enter (Bonus Chapter 38 for Monthly Tickets)

This was an incredibly grand ceremony, and Karl, imitating the bodhisattva of Calcutta, extended invitations to all interested countries around the world.

Of course, Latin American countries are of paramount importance.

Those countries that originally wanted to establish a bloodline connection with this extraordinary force sent people to the city.

Because of its proximity to the American border, America had no choice but to send people to guard the area, fearing even the slightest problem might arise.

Representatives and journalists from all over the world flocked to the scene, using every means at their disposal to obtain this near-extraordinary firsthand information.

All these measures quelled the dispute by the end of the week, as the list was finalized.

Issued by Carl and distributed worldwide via social media, this is not a list of journalists, but a genuine invitation list!
The most famous person on this list is neither America's youngest son nor England's youngest prince, but a man who shouldn't be on the list.

His name is Jeff Ferguson, and he is a broadcaster.

This name stands out as particularly unique among high-ranking officials, dignitaries, and nobles.

However, the current Apache tribe possesses a deterrent force that is no less than that of those major powers, so no one dares to vie for his spot.

So the man mingled with America's official delegation, bringing his assistant, and arrived in the small town with impunity.

He also received a level of courtesy that no one else in the group had ever received—the others were greeted by superhuman warriors, but Jeff was personally greeted by Alex!

After these indigenous superhumans became famous throughout the world, their four giants naturally began to gain recognition worldwide.

For example, "The Caller of the Eagle - Karl", "The War Spirit of Death - Ivan", "The High Priest of the Wind God - Jerón", and "The Manipulator of the Tsunami - Alex" are all names that are known throughout the world, just like the extraordinary individuals of the Holy See.

Therefore, everyone recognized the former journalist in front of them, now the manipulator of the tsunami, who could be said to be the Apache tribe's greatest asset, Alex.

Upon seeing Alex, Jeff asked curiously, "Mr. Alex, do we know each other?"

“I don’t know you, but that doesn’t matter!” Alex said. “You’re someone Ivan has identified as a friend of the Apache tribe, so you’re our friend, and of course we should welcome our friend!”

These words deeply moved Jeff. "I feel ashamed. I only did such a small thing..."

“Mr. No, this is no small matter at all. Your act of sending our children back to the world of death is a good deed! And kindness should be rewarded!”

Alex said, handing Jeff a gift. “This is the tribe’s emblem, and it’s our proof to our friend—everything you spend here will be paid for by the tribe! We heard you’re a streamer, so you’ll be the sole official live stream channel for this ritual! This is our gift to you!”

Hearing this, Mrs. Jay was stunned. "Me? Can I?"

“Of course! Like I said, this is a reward for kindness!” Alex said with a smile.

But when this scene appeared in the eyes of those politicians who had come before, the situation was completely different.

For example, Prince Harry and his uncle, Prince Edward, discerned something different in them.

"What reward for kindness? This is all an act for all the believers!" Edward said, his face full of disdain. "Because ordinary people believe in kindness, all religions take kindness as their premise! This is the rule of how religions operate, Harry, do you understand?"

The red-haired youth named Harry nodded slightly. "Because this sect is known throughout the world for its cruelty and bloodshed, they use this image to downplay their cruelty, right?"

“Yes, you are very smart!” Prince Edward nodded. “My child, this is the reality of this world, not some so-called warmth, love, and hope! I hope you can see more of these things and remember them; they may help you in the future.”

“Help?” Prince Harry scoffed. “What help can I offer? Can I become king? With this red hair, I’ll probably only ever be a duke in name only!”

“In the past, maybe so, but in this era, not necessarily!” Edward said. “Have you seen those Celtic and Scottish myths that I showed you?”

“I saw it, but what does that have to do with us? Our family is Anssa…maybe we have some Germanic and Gallic ancestry, but what does that have to do with the Celts?” Prince Harry asked, puzzled. “Others may not have anything to do with us, but you have…” Edward patted Harry’s head, “You possess the most distinctive Celtic mark, which is red hair. You are the only true redhead in the entire royal family, and also the only one in the royal family who truly possesses Celtic blood!”

Harry asked, puzzled, "What does this mean? Do the Celtic gods really exist?"

“It may not exist, but it is the empire’s only hope…” Edward’s voice sounded somewhat desolate.

However, this little incident went unnoticed by others. Everyone boarded a bus and followed the guide to the site of the sacrifice.

"What's that?" someone asked curiously, looking at a patch of "black liquid" by the roadside.

"That was destroyed drugs, now tainted with His Majesty Kokata's power, known as the Water of Death! Whoever drinks it, prepare to meet their death!" a superhuman warrior beside them answered. "Priest Ivan said that from now on, any drug dealers caught alive will be brought here to be fed this water! Once this water has been used up enough, the poison on this continent will be cleaned up!"

They said these words so naturally, yet they sent chills down the spines of those who heard them.

So much water, how many people would it take to drink it all? These people really don't value human life!
Coincidentally, in the eyes of this group of people, drug dealers are never considered human!
"Destroy the drugs?" Jeff asked curiously. "You destroyed all the drugs here?"

"Yes, sir, everything has been destroyed, including the drugs and the drug dealers!" the superhuman warrior's voice rang out, and then the bus drove through a square filled with dried skeletons.

In the square, the skeletons of those who had been impaled were neatly arranged, being collected piece by piece and placed on a truck, seemingly to be sent out for burial.

This silent terror is more astonishing than any spoken fear.

Every one of you here is a standard "killer," and under their orders, far more people could die than are here today.

But the shock of seeing so many corpses scattered everywhere was still unforgettable for them. Everyone knew that this was the intimidation of the Native Americans, but they couldn't help but go and see it again.

These cruel deaths possess a unique and indescribable beauty!

However, this feeling did not last long, because an unimaginable and exhilarating frenzy had begun to emerge in the city!
The once lifeless city has begun a rapid recovery under Karl's governance.

The injection of superhuman warriors transformed a city with an extremely high crime rate into one with virtually no crime. Furthermore, the generous gifts from multinational corporations led to an unprecedented accumulation of resources in the city!
A just verdict, abundant resources, the spread of faith, and national self-confidence brought about a complete transformation in this city!

For the first time, people realized how simple it was to obtain "justice" and "freedom".

Mexicans, or rather Latin Americans, have an innate optimistic nature that makes them extremely satisfied with the current situation.

Thus, visitors can clearly see the smiling faces of the people on the roadside and their piety toward every wooden deity sculpture erected on the street.

Even if their piety is strange, it is even stranger that many of them still worship the Mayan and Aztec gods using Catholic rituals.

But Bai Yang didn't think so. He only felt the intensity and fervor of this faith or the power of will!

He stood atop the bus carrying these high-ranking officials from various countries, watching their efforts to contribute to the city's transformation, and a thought suddenly struck him: "Alvin, in our records, did they also contribute to Christianity?"

Alvin slowly appeared. "Yes, Your Majesty, they once provided the power of will to Christianity, and now they are beginning to provide it to the gods of South America!"

“These two acts of faith were provided by the same kind of people, but they have no faith at all, which is a real pity!” Bai Yang said. These people have firm beliefs, so their faith is of high quality. It’s just a pity that they can only be taken from and cannot become permanent providers.

“That’s just how politicians are!” Alvin said, then gave Bai Yang a signal, “Your Majesty, we’ve collected enough willpower; you can begin your plan now!”

“Yes, it’s time to make a plan!” Bai Yang nodded, looking at the huge sacrificial site in front of him. “Let’s start from here, turning cause into effect, and make this sacrifice the anchor point for the establishment of the pantheon of South American gods!”

"Let the demons and monsters of this continent face their due judgment!"

P.S.: Finished writing the fourth update, going to sleep now!

(End of this chapter)