From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 36 People's Hearts Are Changing, the Wind Is Rising
"Wow! What a brave man!" Even in Bai Yang's eyes, Jielong's performance could be described as "brave"!
After all, by saying that, he was practically making an enemy of the majority of the population on the continent, namely the white people!
If Bai Yang hadn't clearly known that this so-called "Aztec Wind God Cult" and this Pope Geron were actually part of the power struggle between Governor Newland and the White House's blond-haired leader, he would have truly admired the other party's courage.

Didn't you see that many people started walking away after hearing him say that?

This guy's words were a bit too provocative; nobody wants to get splattered with blood!

But it was this crazy expression, this special mode of expression, those words that almost pierced the heart, that Bai Yang found laughable.

“These politicians will stop at nothing to achieve their own interests!” Bai Yang said, his understanding of information being more acute and direct.

Therefore, he was able to clearly understand that these seemingly heartfelt statements from Mexican Americans were in fact nothing more than so-called "rhetoric" concocted by a group of people for their own benefit.

In short, their demand is that illegal immigrants not be deported from the country, otherwise their votes are doomed.

Therefore, everything revolves around this issue.

When the Trump administration sends troops to arrest people, they organize marches to resist; when the Trump administration chooses to publicize the dangers of illegal immigrants, they confuse the public and fabricate statements such as "we are all illegal immigrants, so who is more noble than whom."

The sole purpose is to exploit each other's interests!

The two forces completely broke off relations and engaged in a fierce battle, with ordinary people merely serving as their pawns.

"Everyone is manipulating the world, but my methods are a bit more sophisticated!"

Bai Yang looked at the man in front of him and tapped his fingers slightly. "Being my pawn is better than being their disposable item!"

He could even see a man in a SWAT uniform slowly raising his sniper rifle and aiming it at Jerome's head from a high-rise building some distance away.

This cult leader, preoccupied with the development of his own sect and personal gain, probably never imagined that those who had just agreed to share the profits with him yesterday were merely trying to use his head to smear another group of people.

The trade of a mere "illegal immigrant's" life for a huge political success is far too good to be true!
"Alvin, are you ready?" Bai Yang asked.

"All is ready, Your Majesty! We await his performance!" Alvin's voice came to his ears, but he did not reveal himself, because Alvin was currently thousands of meters in the air, staring at the cumulonimbus clouds in front of him!
Mastering math, physics, and chemistry will make you fearless anywhere in the world. You can even control a tornado with modern knowledge and a little bit of supernatural power.

Therefore, Bai Yang clapped his hands and said, "Then let's tell everyone in this city that the wind is picking up!"

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“We are the true natives, while these people are illegal immigrants!”

"They came to this land to establish a country and develop without our permission. Isn't this a form of encroachment on our territory?"

"I demand that the rights to the land be returned to us. We, the indigenous people, are the true owners of the land, and the rest of us are thieves!"

Jerome certainly didn't have much political acumen; he only had a little bit of judgment about the current situation and an insatiable greed for profit!
He went completely insane after the person behind the scenes told him that he could get five million after doing this job.

His task was to use these methods and rhetoric to attract the attention of reporters and external public opinion, and to completely classify the military and police who suppressed them as "bad guys".

Of course, he couldn't forget his old tricks. After explaining his rhetoric to everyone, Jerome began his next move.

With a wave of his hand, he adopted the method recently popularized by the Mayan tribe in the south and had his men begin the sacrificial ceremony!

A group of white and black people, dressed in custom-made indigenous costumes, performed a bizarre and peculiar "dance" around him.

It was all made up anyway, with little discipline. It was like a bunch of monkeys dancing around, which seemed very inexplicable.

But it was this inexplicable force that allowed them to control the surrounding crowd for so long. Their behavior was so ridiculous that both the protesters on the roadside and the police officers in charge had a strange thought: "Let's see what they can come up with next."

Even more absurdly, they actually did it!
The two sides thus de-escalated from their tense standoff and watched together the "sacrificial performance" by Jerome and his men!
They brought out a feathered serpent statue that was as tall as a person, lit a bonfire next to the statue, and then proceeded with their ritual in a seemingly proper manner.

They danced and sang songs around the statue, and it really looked like a real performance!
To make the ceremony more realistic, Jerón even sincerely consulted some elders from the surrounding tribes and composed a seemingly plausible prayer, which he then performed in front of everyone!

"To the Feathered Serpent's Breath, Khwarkoyatl"

Twin gods wreathed in hurricanes!
Your snake scales that entwined the Mayan temple,
He once sculpted a mortal body with the blood of dawn—

Forgive us for our foolishness in trampling on the Jade Code.
Pardon the king for the pyramids built with children's bones.
Wipe away the cornbread, bone paste, and blood that stained the trade route!

He danced a ghostly dance, gazing at the distant sun. At that moment, he didn't seem like the leader of a cult, but rather a saint praying for peace for all.

At this time, members of his sect were also spreading their doctrines to those around them:
"We are members of the Aztec Wind God Cult, and our mission is to quell the wrath of the wind god Quetzalcoatl, so that the world-destroying hurricane will not descend!"

"Trust in the Wind God, offer your faith to appease His wrath that threatens to destroy the world!"

Most people treated this as a joke. They looked at the flyers in their hands and saw the image of "Quetzalcoatl's Wrath" on them, and just thought these people were a bit amusing.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd spoke up and asked, "What if someone really doesn't want to join, or even wants to destroy your efforts?"

"Then what will you do? Call upon Quetzalcoatl to destroy him?"

This statement is highly sarcastic. After all, this is a Catholic country, and these people are believers in the Lord, so of course they don't believe in any so-called wind god!

If there are gods, why is it that they are the ones who occupy the continent now, instead of these so-called natives who only know how to dance, run casinos, and do drugs?

They just took it as a joke.

Only these cult members handing out leaflets continued to confidently proclaim, "You can't think like that! Quetzalcoatl hates this world. If it weren't for us, He would have sent down a hurricane and completely destroyed this world!"

Pointing to the contents of the leaflets, they loudly proclaimed, "We have come down to find the way of salvation at the behest of the Wind God! If you do not believe, you will ultimately face the punishment of destruction!"

Everyone laughed upon hearing their words.

Even the protesters felt that the lies had taken root in their minds and that they had actually believed such nonsense.

Just then, a gunshot rang out in the distance: "Bang!"

The sound of gunfire startled everyone, and they instinctively crouched down, trying to find cover!
"Sniper!" someone shouted, and the entire situation instantly collapsed. Both the marching crowd and the military and police forces scattered outside at that moment.

Among them, the people who had been dancing scattered and fled, leaving only the statue of Quetzalcoatl and Jerón, whose head had been pierced and who was lying on the ground.

His blood splattered on the statue was like a silent mockery of the words they had just proclaimed.

During his escape, someone saw his body, glanced at the slogan on the leaflet in his hand that read "The Wind God Descends, Destroying Everything," spat disdainfully, and threw the leaflet on the ground.

Then, a vortex slowly appeared and rolled up the flyer!

This time, the wind really picked up!

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