From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 38 This Intertwining of Wind and Rain

In fact, tornadoes are not a very rare phenomenon in the Americas, especially in this vast plain.

Even in Los Angeles County, massive tornado disasters occur frequently.

These tornadoes are huge and terrifying; each one causes great disaster, some resulting in death, others leaving an area in ruins.

However, such things generally don't happen in cities, since the causes and formation of tornadoes require open spaces.

Under the combined pressure of open ground and cumulonimbus clouds, this special whirlwind gradually evolves into...
However, under special guidance, this premise can be distorted, and there have been precedents for this before.

When the news reached the governor's office, Nuland was still able to keep her composure. "A tornado on the outskirts of the city? It shouldn't be too much of a problem, right? Or has something else happened?"

What harm can tornadoes cause on the outskirts of a city? Didn't the massive fires that swept through the city before make them even flinch?
Anyway, if there's a loss, the insurance company will compensate; if not, they don't need to worry about it.

In areas where no taxes are paid, there's no need to even deploy fire brigades. At most, once the crisis is over, they can send people to conduct search and rescue operations and provide some humanitarian aid.

The rescue efforts are not for the victims, but for the media.

They should be very familiar with these things, so how did they end up in front of me?

Newland certainly thinks so. He is now mainly concerned with the struggle against Trump and the future of the party. As for disasters and the people, what are those?
This is America, a sacred private kingdom. You should manage your own affairs and not expect government assistance every time something goes wrong.

The government is busy too!
"Your Excellency, you need to take a look at this!" Entering with his staff was Gao, the director of the Special Affairs Division.

As a special affairs manager authorized by the President, he has unlimited power over these matters here!
Upon seeing this man's appearance, Newland immediately realized that things were in serious trouble!
He looked at Gao, his gaze gradually darkening. "So, where did things go wrong this time? The relocation of the indigenous people? Our priests and nuns? Their feather demon? Or... is there some new mystery?"

As the true head of this region, and one with autonomy, he naturally knew all about it in great detail!

“You should understand that I wouldn’t have come before you without concrete evidence!” Gao said.

Although he was a special affairs officer with extraterritorial rights, within the confines of California, he still had to follow the opinions of those around him.

Newland nodded, and Gao had someone deliver a still-fresh video, which showed the man soaring into the air, along with a preview about "destruction."

No one could understand those words, but their meaning was very clear and obvious!

Looking at the man soaring into the air and the escalating turmoil, Newland felt a headache coming on. "So, have you investigated the specifics of the matter thoroughly?"

"Understood!" Gao said, waving to dismiss the others and handing the documents to Newland.

“This man’s name is Jerome. He’s an illegal immigrant who arrived in Los Angeles ten years ago.” Newland flipped through the file, and the face of a Mexican man appeared on it.

"He established a small sect in the western district called the 'Aztec Wind God Cult,' which worshipped and believed in a god named Quetzalcoatl." Specific statues and photos of the sect were also displayed before his eyes.

The statue, in particular, captivated Newland. "Wait, what's the image of this statue..."

He looked at the statue and felt that it looked very familiar. Why did this image and appearance seem similar to a certain famous deity?
Gao replied, "Yes, with a serpent's body and wings, he is the feathered serpent god! The second sun god of the Aztec mythology, Quetzalcoatl, is the feathered serpent god Kukulkan in Mayan mythology. They are different mythological figures of the same deity!"

"Or rather, these are different manifestations of the same deity, representing different powers!"

“Quetzalcoatl…it’s those indigenous gods causing trouble again…” Newland squinted. “Continue!”

"Jeron is the leader of this sect. Their doctrine is that the wind god will return here and destroy this world. Only those who believe in their doctrine can survive!"

Newland nodded. "Another doomsday cult, using fear and ignorance to spread its teachings... Is this why he brought about his destruction?"

"In fact, he was killed by one of your men!" Gao said without hesitation. "Our investigation revealed that a sniper from the city's SWAT team received orders to kill him, and his blood stained the Quetzalcoatl statue, leading to this special crisis!"

Newland denied it outright without any hesitation, "What order? It's those guys who infiltrated us again. It's either foreign forces or those bad seeds within our ranks. Don't worry about it, I'll investigate thoroughly."

He's a very intelligent man; of course he understands what the other party means. It's highly likely that one of his own men found someone to escalate the conflict and then carried out the plan.

According to their plan, it's likely just illegal immigrants and cult organizations, which won't cause much of a reaction and might even cause trouble for the Golden Retriever.

It turns out they really had something; one kill created such a huge crisis.

But Newland wasn't the type to play it safe and push his subordinates out as scapegoats. He immediately changed the subject, "So what's the situation now? Has the destruction this person spoke of arrived?"

“I’m afraid so, Your Excellency!” Gao replied. “In just a few minutes, this tornado intensified into a powerful one with wind speeds exceeding 100 meters per second, and it is spreading outwards!”

"According to the meteorological department's forecast, this strong wind will come from the north and enter the city in half an hour!"

"However, some people speculate that the wind speed has not yet reached its limit and may continue to develop until the wind speed exceeds 200 meters per second and the moving speed exceeds 100 kilometers per hour!"

"Did they say how much damage this strong wind could cause?" Newland asked again, still sitting calmly in his office. After all, windstorms are different from fires; no matter how strong they are, the crisis they cause is limited.

Gao couldn't answer. "I think we can't predict it, Your Excellency! Because in Aztec legend, this wind god once destroyed the world with a hurricane!"

"We dare not gamble on such a possibility; we have no way of confirming whether it's true or not!"

“If the legends are true, then this hurricane will be the most powerful wind in history and will destroy the entire city of Los Angeles!” Gao said. “I’m here to ask you to organize the National Guard and find a way to defend it!”

"Your Excellency, look out the window!" Suddenly, an aide rushed in through the door and shouted.

Upon hearing this, Newland drew back the office curtains and looked out the window. Outside, dark clouds covered the sky, and a terrifying black cloud layer pressed down on their heads.

In the distance, a massive, almost sky-piercing black pillar of wind came into view!

[Tornado outside the window]

At that moment, Newland understood why Gao had uttered the word "destruction" in front of him.

Such a horrific sight is now staring right at them!

Unlike the tornadoes they usually see, this terrifying doomsday tornado was enough to make anyone's heart tremble just by looking at it.

Not to mention, this enormous tornado was still moving forward right in front of them, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake!
It was under this immense pressure that Newland truly understood what the wrath of God meant!
But this was still not the end. As his aide handed Newland a pair of binoculars, he said, "Look straight ahead, in the middle of the wind column!"

Newland looked up, his telescope quickly finding its target. He saw what was happening there: in the center of the giant pillar of wind, a humanoid phantom was floating in the void!

Isn't this the person Gao was talking about?
……

"This interplay of wind and rain needs a thunderous roar to make it truly spectacular!" Bai Yang murmured, gazing at the scene. "Alvin, how much did it consume?"

"It cost 50,000 units of willpower!" Alvin said, "but we've already recouped our costs in the first wave. Everything we gain from here on out is pure profit!"

A smile appeared on Bai Yang's face. "The instantaneous power of several thousand people, plus the dissemination of the entire intelligence system in one go, can yield fifty thousand units of power! What if it were even higher?"

“Of course, Your Majesty!” Alvin replied. “What would you like to do?”

"Destruction is not what I want. What we need to do is use destruction to make more people aware of the need for change in the world!" Bai Yang raised his hand. "Let's use this to elevate the Holy See!"

"That feather that belonged to the demon god Ramer is still in the next city, isn't it?"

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