From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 37 The Wrath of Quetzalcoatl!
"How exactly is the wrath of the gods expressed?" Before undertaking this special design, Bai Yang asked Alvin, who had a lot of information about the gods in the vast records of the divine beings.

Alvin explained it this way: "It depends on what kind of god it is. If it's the Lord of Dawn, he once sent down a beam of light in a single day, purifying hundreds of thousands of heretics in a single day!"

"If it's an Abyss Lord, there's a record of him pulling an entire minor plane directly into the abyss, causing the downfall of all races!"

"The most widespread example should be the terrifying divine punishment chosen by Sylvia, the goddess of magic back then, because her temple was destroyed by those arrogant mages!"

"She directly severed the entire continent's magic network, then ignited all the magical nodes, turning all magical civilizations into prisoners on the ground overnight!"

"On that day, countless floating cities crashed, numerous great empires collapsed, and eleven medium and weak-level magic-related deities perished, allowing everyone to truly witness the power of powerful gods!"

Hearing this, Bai Yang nodded slightly. He also entered his divine realm and experienced the scene that resembled a natural disaster. "I see, then I understand..."

That's how they came to this scheme today.

With Bai Yang's command, the cumulonimbus clouds in the sky, deceived by a so-called "lie," believed they had reached their maximum pressure and began to channel the surrounding energy, generating thunderstorms, high pressure, and strong convective winds.

Alvin guided the not-so-strong winds, which slowly gathered around the man named Jerome!
This scene, of course, was also witnessed by those around them.

"My God, what's going on?" As the gunshots gradually faded, the crowd recovered from their panic.

They were used to the sound of gunfire, so after a long period without gunfire, they all understood the source of this latest attack.

If nothing unexpected happens, this is just a routine assassination attempt. The gunman may have already gotten into his car and left Los Angeles while they were fleeing in disarray.

With this basic understanding, everyone's tension gradually subsided.

They began to observe the unfortunate man who had been shot, the one who had previously sworn an oath to everyone as the "leader."

Soon someone stood up and said loudly, "Some people can't sit still anymore. They don't want to see us have such a spiritual leader, so they've chosen assassination!"

"These people are shameless and despicable; they just want to expel us! We disagree!"

"Charge! Scatter these greyhounds!"

This person was, of course, also orchestrated by someone behind the scenes, with the main purpose of manipulating emotions through Jerome's death.

It doesn't matter whose responsibility it is, or who dies; what matters is shifting the blame elsewhere.

However, the tactic of shifting blame, which has worked in many other places, is completely ineffective here, especially since the media outlets have even moved their cameras away.

This piqued the curiosity of those stirring up trouble. What was wrong with these reporters? Weren't they supposed to love watching this kind of thing? What were they looking at?
He instinctively turned his head to see what these people were so surprised about, and then he saw a scene that made his pupils dizzy!
A small whirlwind was slowly swirling around Jerome's corpse.

The whirlwind was very small, like a common small whirlwind. Its only remarkable feature was that it spun around Jerome's body.

Then, it kept spinning and getting bigger... bigger and bigger...

In people's eyes, this little whirlwind is already taking shape!

But that's not the reason why everyone's gaze is fixed and their eyes are blank!

The real reason is that they could see that, with the surge of the wind, some tiny whirlpools actually lifted up this Mexican man dressed in traditional indigenous clothing with a large hole in his head!

A man should be dead as dead as can be, how can he get up?

A cry that sounded like a dragon or a snake, or a hawk, rang in their ears. The terrifying sound, accompanied by a growing whirlwind, showed them a scene that was absolutely terrifying!
The man who was lifted up had a large hole in his head that was being repaired little by little with the help of the storm.

Not many people actually witnessed this scene, as most were quite far from the center of the crowd. However, we live in a technologically advanced society where everyone owns a smartphone, and because phone manufacturers compete on specifications, even from tens or hundreds of meters away, they can magnify the camera and see what's happening here!
Those who witnessed this scene widened their eyes and gasped in shock!
The wind seemed to be speaking, telling them, "These are my people!"

Those who had thrown away the flyers quickly picked them up again.

If this doesn't qualify as a miracle, then what kind of thing does?

Even those who had been mocking the most and laughing the loudest picked up their flyers again. Of course, most people didn't even have flyers and wanted to buy flyers from others.

It was as if it wasn't a flyer at all, but a ticket for Noah's Ark.

However, there were too many people here, and only a few people got the flyers, so most people were still staring at the Native American who had stood up.

They also wanted to see what the significance of this special "resurrection" was!
Soon, they saw it.

After his resurrection, Jerome opened his eyes to the great attention of everyone present. He touched the wind beside him, and an even smaller gust of wind swirled through his palm.

But he was clearly not the same loud and boisterous man from before. He silently looked around and saw the statue of Quetzalcoatl at his feet.

"Ha!" he chuckled. "Someone killed my creation and used his blood to stain my sacrificial statue?"

"Foolish humans, they were indeed destroyed after all. Good riddance!"

His voice was very soft, barely audible in such a noisy environment, but everyone around him heard it and was astonished!
They stared at each other, their eyes unable to conceal the fear, a mixture of questioning and inquiry, as if to say, "Did you hear that?"

"Did you hear that too?"

"not good!"

But no one dared to utter a word, asking for forgiveness.

Nobody's stupid. This is clearly the god of the Native Americans. Everyone here is either white or black, and we're not even from the same continent. Why are we asking for forgiveness or mercy?
He'd probably get slapped to death the moment he opened his mouth.

So they didn't speak, but the man, who was clearly possessed, stepped into the air step by step in front of them!

This scene of walking in mid-air was clearly visible to thousands of people in the entire scene.

Then, the man slowly opened his hands and spoke ancient divine words in that strange language:

"Winds of the sky, heed my call! In the name of Quetzalcoatl, bring destruction!"

The hurricane suddenly started to blow fiercely, and in just a few seconds, it rapidly expanded from a small whirlwind into a terrifying tornado!

The once clear sky was suddenly covered by rain clouds, and a muffled thunder rumbled in the ears of all onlookers. At the same time, a towering column of wind appeared!
[Similar to this type of wind column]

These pillars connect heaven and earth and are expanding at a visible speed, soon beginning to lift surrounding objects into the sky!

At this moment, the onlookers could no longer sit still. Looking at the towering pillar of wind, they began to flee without hesitation!

All the marches, standoffs, power struggles, and orders from above seemed insignificant!

Didn't you hear? The gods are about to destroy the world!

Of course, those who fled preferred to call it—the Wrath of Quetzalcoatl!
God's wrath is like purgatory, which suddenly descends upon all worlds!

(End of this chapter)