From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 360 God descends
Upon hearing this, everyone in the video conference stood up.

"You madman! What exactly do you want to do? That city is currently filled with officials from most of the world's countries, and it's also on the border of America! It's where an entire supernatural force exists! Are you trying to offend everyone?"

Upon hearing this, the man laughed loudly, "So what if we've offended them? Do we drug dealers have to be afraid of offending people? Without those superhumans, would they even be able to get to me?"

He was incredibly confident because even under the targeting of America, the world's leading superpower, he had survived for over a decade. Now, it was merely an expansion of the scope, nothing serious.

As he said this, he picked up the white powder on the table and took another puff!
Seeing this, many people immediately understood. They said, "That explains why this guy lost his mind. He's high on drugs!"
It's impossible for drug dealers not to use drugs; that's the rule. In particular, many people who didn't use drugs before are influenced by their surroundings and start using them.

This is hard to avoid. Don't you know that Great Britain was once the world's number one drug trafficking country and also the country with the highest drug use rate in the world?

Everyone understood that he had been under too much pressure and was now inhaling hallucinations. He would definitely regret it when he woke up—provided he could actually wake up.

One by one, everyone turned off the video call, and immediately after turning it off, they chose to run away.

"Quickly, apply for a flight route; we'll fly directly to Bloemfontein!"

"Request a flight route, let's fly to Cairo!"

"We'll take a ship, first to Europe, then via the Middle East..."

All the drug dealers connected to this person chose to flee first, while those who had no connection to him were unaware of the situation and were simply watching the live broadcast with bated breath, trying to figure out how to break the deadlock.

Those in Mexico began to move south, and those in the south began to move their families. In short, nobody thought they could win. Without drugs, this group was ridiculously sober.

However, when some people in Mexico saw those shooting stars streak across the sky, they knew clearly that there was no way to resolve the situation.

When these last remnants of the indigenous people chose to deal with drug dealers in the most brutal way, they should have known that the drug dealers would retaliate in the most brutal way.

So, the golden retriever, who was about to take a nap, received a message from Houston: "Colombia launched a missile attack on Mexico? I fell asleep again? Not Venezuela? It's Colombia?"

"The Colombian Ministry of Defense sent an urgent message, not from their controlled territory, but from the drug traffickers' territory!" the Defense Minister hurriedly said. "And their target isn't us, but Juarez..."

"Juarez?" The blond man jumped up. "Isn't that where Barron is? Notify Mexico to intercept... Never mind, get me the Atlantic Fleet, have them start intercepting right now!"

The golden retriever was dumbfounded. It was because this place was in the border area that he sent his youngest son there to gain experience. Now he found out that someone was going to attack him with a missile.
“Your Excellency, it’s too late…” The Minister of Defense turned his head. “Based on the missile’s flight speed, it has already reached the mid-course phase. And the technology to intercept missiles at the terminal stage is currently only available in one country in the world… and that country has now been completely wiped out.”

Upon hearing this, the golden retriever was completely bewildered. "So, all we can do now is wait here for news?"

"Actually, you don't need to worry too much. We've compiled some information about the indigenous gods and found that as long as their gods intervene, they should be able to stop this attack, just like they did in Los Angeles!"

The Secretary of State quickly spoke up, helping the golden retriever calm down.

“Yes, yes, yes! And those superhumans, those are indigenous superhumans who can challenge the Vatican, they must have a way!” the blond man said, as if reassuring himself, or perhaps talking about something else. “Luo, notify Columbia, notify the Atlantic Fleet, take care of that guy who launched the missile!”

"I don't want to know how they launched the missiles, but I don't want any living beings on that land to be able to see the sun before sunrise tomorrow, understand?"

Golden Hair squinted as he gave the order; only at this moment did he display the imposing presence of the head of state of the world's largest superpower!
A single sentence could decide the life or death of a warlord, and no one dared to object!

Even so, the golden retriever showed no joy on its face. Instead, it sat there somewhat alone, waiting for news from the south.
That was his youngest son, whom he always kept by his side... How could he suddenly...?

The golden retriever placed his hands on his chest and prayed slowly. He had probably never been so devout in his life. He prayed fervently to God, hoping that God would grant him protection and save his son's life.

……

When the bell tolls from the ancient temple ruins—

Please embrace your neighbors, lock your doors and windows, and wait patiently for Mother Earth to complete this purification process!

This is a civilization's rebirth in progress!

Karl's words echoed from the high platform; this was the final prayer, and the final conclusion of their ritual.

As he spoke, the platform below opened, and another batch of drug dealers were brought before them, where the divine warriors ruthlessly disemboweled and ripped out their hearts!
The exhumed hearts were quickly crushed, and the blood flowed into the peculiar altar before them, as if a strange ritual was being performed.

At the center of this ritual, a throne slowly descended to the ground.

This throne was at the same height as the phantoms of the four creators, as if it were on equal footing with them.

The blood swirled and coiled around the throne, and before everyone's eyes, it was absorbed into the throne.

But there was no one on the throne, only emptiness and void.

Just then, the air raid sirens sounded throughout the city!

The sound of "Hurrah... Hurrah..." made everyone's expression change drastically!

"What's going on? Air raid siren? Air attack?" They were stunned, staring at the siren. Some looked up at the sky, trying to see what was going on, while others turned on their phones and were immediately captivated by the messages coming from them.

Information travels very quickly internationally, but this kind of situation is quite bad for the person involved.

Upon learning of the impending missile attack, these high-ranking officials were beyond devastated; their grief was beyond words.

Because the message they received came from their political rivals, those guys, who were saying goodbye to them in this way.

The city itself will not be destroyed by the attack of ten missiles with a yield of over 500 kilograms, but the epicenter of the attack, this sacrificial site, will certainly be completely destroyed!

Politicians know, but journalists don't, so they're frantically looking around, hoping to see something that will let them know.

Soon, they saw the "shooting stars" in the distance, but those streaks of stars did not make them happy.

Those who are knowledgeable have already seen the contrails behind them, so they can guess what these things are: missiles!

Carl realized what was happening and looked at Alex, "Will Atlas make it in time?"

Alex's eyes were grave. "I'm trying my best to communicate with it... but it's not working. It seems to be afraid of something and is refusing to communicate with us!"

"Refuse? What kind of missile is this that can make even God's pet fear it?" Karl was also a little panicked. They couldn't use their biggest trump card. Wasn't this the end?

If that missile hits, even if a few of them survive, how many of the superhumans in the entire race will be left? This is bad!

The despair of everyone seemed to solidify at this moment. The missiles in the sky were the countdown to their deaths, and they didn't even have time to find shelter. They could only wait in despair for the end of the world to come.

"Hmm...is it the Fifth Era, not my era?" Just then, a very lazy, even somewhat confused voice rang out somewhere in the city.

The moment that sound rang out, the space seemed to freeze in a daze. The incoming missiles and everyone around them slowly froze in that instant!
An ordinary-looking man appeared on the throne, gazing at the sky with a calm expression.

P.S.: I can't finish writing anymore. I can only update three times today. I have to go take care of Mid-Autumn Festival things... I'll continue to update later. I apologize and I'll reflect on my actions!

(End of this chapter)