From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 384 The Desperate Gap

Seemingly realizing that her words weren't convincing enough, Kuchamama stood in the sky, looking at Karl, "Don't think I'm trying to scare you. Why don't you summon your gods? Let's see if they have time to save you now?"

Carl frowned; he knew, of course, that the gods of the Americas had no time.

They prayed to their gods almost every so often, so they knew all too well that the gods did not only have this world, or rather, that their world was insignificant compared to the gods' other worlds.

Because their "brother worlds" are worlds that belong exclusively to the gods of the Americas, and that is the true base of the gods, while this place is just a place for them to relax.

Recently, the gods have been responding to their prayers less frequently, which must mean something is wrong, otherwise they would be responding.

Seeing his silent expression, the superhumans around him also showed some trepidation.

It seems Kuchamama was right? The gods of the Americas really have no chance to descend to the mortal realm? Wow!

Everyone was plunged into a strange despair. Just how terrifying was this thing they had released? This thing seemed to belong to the chaotic and evil faction, forcibly demanding their faith, or else they would be destroyed!
The light and energy signals emitted by this altar have already flashed on monitors in various countries, bringing them concrete information:

"President, the energy just released is equivalent to the energy produced by ten Hiroshima atomic bombs..."

Upon hearing this bad news, the golden retriever gasped. How could such a terrifying creature have appeared at their doorstep!
He was now eagerly anticipating that Karl, the high priest of the gods of the Americas, would stand up and have a real fight with the other side!
The other party was so tough before, even willing to have a god-like battle with America, so why did they suddenly back down now?
Rise up quickly, gods of the Americas, and wipe them out! What are you doing?
"Stop calling out in your mind. Your world isn't particularly important, otherwise even I wouldn't be unable to deal with it!" Kuchamama said very calmly. "This world has unexpectedly gained the favor of so many pantheons, yet none of them have been able to completely dominate it!"

“If you can’t be completely occupied, no real gods will invest resources. Those hypocritical gods are so stingy that they won’t even send down a single avatar. Why would they choose to rescue you at such a critical moment?”

Hearing this, Karl seized on the other party's weakness, "Even if the gods cannot bestow their blessings now, you will not escape their reckoning in the future!"

"Hehe! I've finally been released this time, and I'm not going to sit here and wait to die! After I've reaped your world, I'll leave this world and head to the Sea of ​​Realms!" Kuchamama said with a smile. "Let the Eagle God cross the Sea of ​​Realms to hunt me down! I also want to see if these stingy gods are willing to go to such great lengths to hunt me down for you believers!"

That statement was utterly brimming with confidence!
He never intended to stay in this world for long, which is why his actions towards this world were even more unrestrained!

"Go, my apostles, spread terror and faith throughout this world, let everyone know the name of me, Kuchamama!" The enormous, crystal-like monster guided those who had taken his "supernatural items," causing the group of people who were struggling helplessly in the air to plummet violently!

At this moment, Newland, far away in California, had a glimmer of hope. If his nephew was alright and could be saved, it might be considered an extraordinary experience.

However, when he saw Elton's completely black eyes and his incredibly stiff face, he already knew that it was impossible.

Just a few days ago, this group of "superhumans" were truly the "chosen ones" of the world, because they all had a common name in the media around the world: "Pirate Chosen Ones"!
The biggest difference between these people and the previous superhumans is that they obtained their superhuman abilities very easily.

This ability to effortlessly acquire unparalleled superhuman power has driven everyone to madness, awe, and frenzy!
It is because they are not like the extraordinary people in the world who have to go through a lot of pain or practice before they directly obtain the power to reach the heavens and the earth that they are called "chosen ones".

But now, everything is clear: the gifts of fate had a price tag attached from the very beginning.

The power was illusory; Kuchamama's plan was the real one. They were tricked into coming here, and then used their lives and everything they had to complete the resurrection of this evil god!
When they crashed onto the island, they were completely corrupted. The existence of that supernatural power was not a help to them at all, but a special kind of corruption!

Those who obtained extraordinary powers had long been unknowingly and completely corrupted by these powers.

Their corruption and mutation didn't happen instantly, but rather through a long process—during which they had countless opportunities to repent, but none of them chose to give up. The mutation began; illuminated by the black altar's light, these "people" who had already experienced extraordinary powers gradually underwent a terrifying mutation within the black light.

Their bodies began to crystallize gradually, their clothes shattered and disappeared, and their flesh turned into a crystal-like color—these people were mutating in the direction of Kuchamama, seemingly transforming into a character similar to him.

The impact of this change in life form was enormous. When a "crystal person" had completely transformed and picked up a sword from the island, everyone was horrified to discover the opponent's combat power!

The moment the sword was picked up, it emitted a peculiar hum, and then crystallized, transforming into their weapon—the moment this weapon appeared, it unleashed a massive sword beam, cleaving an unmanned yacht on the sea in two.

At this moment, everyone knew their fighting power, and their fear and trepidation naturally intensified!
But this was not the end. Kuchamama was still waving, and this time, a line of people surged out of the sea!

Many people recognized them at a glance: weren't these the people who had just jumped off the ship?

They missed the first round of "extraordinary" events, and everyone thought they were dead. But now it turns out they are not dead. They are bathed in the same black light and, like the "Chosen Ones," are gradually crystallizing.

However, the crystallization of these people does not appear to be so pure, and still bears traces of flesh and blood.

Even so, they were no longer "one of us," but had become another kind of being.

They began chanting the same question: "Do you believe in our god Kuchamama?"

"I don't believe it!" Karl's voice rang out. As the priest of the Eagle God, he could not possibly allow such behavior. "To impersonate our deity and try to seize our faith? Unforgivable!"

"Snap!" In what seemed like the blink of an eye, three crystallized monsters were already beside Karl, reaching out to break off his head.

Karl raised his hand and used his scepter to block their attack, but the attack from these crystalling beings was not a simple physical attack at all. The crystallizing power immediately turned Karl's scepter and his hands into transparent crystals, which then slowly shattered!
Karl was stunned. He immediately swung his remaining hand, summoning lightning to strike him.

Then, he transformed into an eagle once more, flapping his wings and soaring high into the sky, far away from the area!

Judging from his disheveled figure and the constantly falling flight path, he suffered a considerable loss in just one encounter!

The next second, the gazes of these "people" turned to the only three ships on the sea. These three ships came from Northern Europe, Japan, and France, representing the Aesir, Oni and Onmyoji, and the Vatican, respectively!

But they remained expressionless, posing their soul-searching question to the three extraordinary forces: "Do you believe in our god Kuchamama?"

Now, upon hearing these words, everyone appeared utterly terrified!

Even a veteran superhuman like Karl collapsed within a few rounds and had to leave. How long can they hold out?

If even superhumans can't hold on, how long can the Americas, and even the world behind them, last?

(End of this chapter)