From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 359 A desperate fight!
"These people actually know how to put on the guise of Catholicism once in a while? Their stupidity isn't that obvious..."

Bai Yang watched the rioters' behavior with great interest from above.

He was naturally very happy. This ritual, along with the series of actions before, made him clearly see that those people in this area who were originally struggling on the brink of life and death, those who originally provided the least faith, began to turn their faith to the indigenous religion.

Because they discovered hope for survival and hope for a better life, which is what Karl conveyed to them.

With such a large country and so many resources, why can't it support such a small population?
Driven by this sentiment, the number of indigenous religions that originally had only a few hundred thousand followers surged several times over during this period, reaching several million!

Mexico has 1.3 million people, and Latin America has 6.5 million people!

These people are not much different from the core base of Buddhism. This is the foundation for the rise of a powerful religion, and also the reason why Bai Yang tried his best to create this myth.

"Your Majesty, the detailed information on the gods has been gathered. Are you going to start a divine war here?" Alvin asked curiously.

"Of course! This is a very good reason and a very good excuse. Connecting with America's current situation, it can also complete our mythological history once again!"

“Once the fire of Christianity is ignited, the fire of the Aztecs will also be lit, and this history will be the best nourishment!” Bai Yang said calmly. “After all… there’s already movement on the other side of the rift, so we need to speed up our actions a bit!”

"Something's happening?" Alvin exclaimed in surprise. "Are we about to encounter powerful divine forces?"

“When these two worlds connect, we will know that this day will come. Don’t worry, we may not necessarily lose!” Bai Yang said calmly. “However, we also need a test to shape the gods.”

"We can't fight them ourselves; that would be gambling with everything! So, we must make the continent of Dylan a world where many pantheons will fight against each other!"

Bai Yang calmly said that he already had a complete plan.

"However, there's no rush for any of this. Let's take it slow... The struggle against the continent of Dylan must continue, and the development of this world must also continue!"

……

The gunshots rang out in the square for less than ten seconds before arrows from the wind were already aimed at the throats of every attacker.

When the people on the scene tried to escape, they found that they had not defeated a single attacker and had been wiped out.

This terrifying responsiveness and execution made many people who wanted to learn about the tribe's fighting capabilities look serious.

Can they withstand these arrows?

In a square with so many people, how incredibly precise would it take to hit these thugs?

The arrows in their throats were quickly captured by the surrounding cameras and spread throughout the area. The few attackers who escaped death were not lucky, but rather because they needed to be captured alive.

Even without the four giants appearing, extraordinary warriors quickly brought news.

"Chief, these people are drug dealers' men. They were ordered to sabotage this ritual! They've all taken a lot of drugs, and now that they're out of them, they'll tell you anything you ask!"

The message made Karl nod slightly, "I understand, these guys are going to do something desperate!"

He waved his hand. "The ritual cannot stop. Continue! Alex, everything that comes next depends on you!"

Alex nodded. He didn't even step down from the altar. Instead, he took out a bronze two-headed snake from his pocket and replaced the two-headed snake on the altar.

Then, in front of the whole world, he threw the two-headed serpent into the distance, shouting, "Go, Atlas, go and protect this city!"

The four turned back, knelt before the divine phantom in the air, and began a new round of sacred prayer, slowly bowing their heads before the four creator gods:

"Use the smoke mirror to illuminate the tragic scene of the drug-ridden road!"
The feathered serpent shattered the silver chains!
Use thunder and rain to extinguish the fire in the poison-making furnace!
Fill the hungry eyes of children with golden ears of grain!
The Four Forces Converge—

Re-establish the axis of the sun upon the remains of sin!

The phantom of an ancient empire will reappear in these sinners, and the ancient and sacred gods will be resurrected at this moment! Return, four creator gods! Return, supreme rulers of the sky! Return, gods!

The magnificent phantom once again shone in the sky, illuminating the eyes of every viewer in the live broadcast room, and causing immense anxiety for the remaining drug traffickers in South American countries!

They gathered together, watching the live broadcast, and each scene felt like it was tearing their flesh out!
"No, we can't let them continue like this, this is absolutely terrifying!" a drug dealer said, extremely agitated.

They watched as the drug traffickers in northern Mexico, who possessed armies, were dragged around like chicks and sacrificed on the pyramids, and they felt as if countless longhorn beetles were crawling all over them.

Because they are all in the same boat, and most of them, apart from the real drug cartel warlords in Colombia, are no stronger than the Mexicans!

Brazilian gangs cannot escape the slums, and gangs in other countries certainly do not have that kind of power.

Since the Mexicans have fallen, according to the religious beliefs of this group, the entire Latin American region is their execution ground. Therefore, these people will inevitably be eliminated by this group of madmen who only have gods in their eyes one day.

"As expected, using religion to incite hatred won't work!" one of the men said dejectedly. It was he who came up with the idea of ​​using these drug addicts as "bombs" to launch an attack in the name of Catholicism.

It seems that the effect is not very good now.

Even on the chaotic internet, no one believed that this was the work of the Vatican.

After all, in the eyes of people all over the world, the "Papacy" is a very high-class thing, a sect that truly has high tastes and no selfish motives.

This point is vividly demonstrated in Angus's rulings and now in Caroline's pilgrimage.

The Vatican's unwavering willingness to sacrifice itself and the saint's kindness along the way inspired many to truly believe in the Lord and gave them hope.

In particular, the global attention brought about by the now-developed social media, with its meticulous filming, has allowed most people to see the true nature of the Vatican.

They are truly a group of idealists, and they truly possess extraordinary power. They are making endless sacrifices for their beliefs and justice!

Therefore, these people had only one assessment of the group of gunmen who rushed out:
"A foolish plan! Surely no one actually believes these idiots are from the Vatican?"

"The Catholic Church strictly prohibits drug use, so how could these people possibly be affiliated with the Vatican?"

"I bet it was those drug dealers who did it. They're scared! So they want to incite the Maya and the Vatican to fight! How could that be? The Vatican isn't helping with the drug dealers because they're too busy!"

Upon hearing these words, everyone present knew that their plan had completely failed, and no one believed it to be true.

“Some people have already fled to Africa. There are no famous myths there, and perhaps no powerful gods or sects. That should be our only safe haven!” a Mexican drug dealer said, terrified. “If all else fails, I’ll go too… We don’t have the ability to fight against the supernatural!”

“Yes, life is getting harder and harder in America. Cities and regions with bishops have already started to clean up drugs and reset their faiths. The fact that drug addicts cannot believe in God has deprived us of our fertile ground…” someone said pessimistically.

"You want to go and hang out with those black guys? Go to Africa and live with monkeys?" But some people disagreed. A Colombian drug lord said frantically, "You go if you want, I'm not going! I want these so-called Mayans to die on this land!"

"So what if the bullets weren't working? I saw the battle videos you posted, and it's very clear that it wasn't that the bullets were useless, but that your army was just too incompetent!"

"Bullets can harm them; as long as they are powerful enough, they still can't stop modern weapons!"

The man was talking about the battle between Mexican drug lords and the first batch of Apache warriors, and it was those scenes that gave him confidence!
"These people only possess power; they are not gods. They also experience pain, wail, and die! As long as our firepower is strong enough and our attacks are fierce enough, we can wipe them all out!"

Hearing the man's almost hysterical voice, the people present suddenly turned pale. "What are you saying? What have you done?"

"Of course I did it! I did the big one!" the man said with utter madness. "These so-called Mayans and Aztecs wanted to destroy our property, and I was going to make them all die there!"

"I launched ten missiles there, each with a warhead of 500 kilograms!"

"This time, I will turn that city and those so-called superhumans to ashes!"

(End of this chapter)