From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 462 Golden Hair: Starting from the Army

America, Washington, White House.

"How can New York City be controlled by someone like that? Have these voters gone mad?"

"All I did was host a banquet, and they call it a waste of resources? Why don't they say it's a waste of resources when they embezzle military funds?"

"And those bastards in Congress, it's just one issue, why have they held me up for forty days without passing it? Go ahead and mess it up! You won't be satisfied until you've ruined this country!"

The golden retriever was furiously venting his anger in his office!

He was indeed very angry, because ever since he re-ascended the throne and gained control of the legislative, judicial, and executive powers, he had been the king of America's great empire.

Officials had to praise him and pledge their loyalty to him; when he spoke, everyone had to stand up and applaud. He was the sun of North America, the savior of this country—and that's what he thought too.

But the opposing parties don't see it that way. From Nuland to Lopez, from Los Angeles to New York, it seems like everyone is against him!

Whether it's the extraordinary crisis or the contestants from those parties, they are all opposing his policies, seemingly feeling that everything he does is leading the country into a terrible abyss!

But he didn't even have time to deal with these people. After all, the essence of this country is still a democratically elected government, and the people's votes mean everything. He couldn't do something that would affect his base.

He needs to address opposition from various regions, respond to public opinion, calm down the army that has lost a month's salary, and, more importantly, convince the entire nation that he, as the president, is doing his job, not just occupying a position without performing his duties.

It's not just about people's livelihoods, but also about dealing with superhumans, especially superhuman disasters. Their half-dragon teams have already been dispatched, demonstrating the Federation's superhuman strength.

Although these people are unstable and arrogant, they are still the official force of this country, demonstrating their power!
He had to do it, otherwise in two years, the people of this country would only know Angus Bennett, Hea Thomson, and even Carl from the South…

After all, these extraordinary forces, with the support of the authorities, did indeed launch a massive cleanup campaign against those demons.

But this cleanup never ends. The demons in hell have stopped looking at cannibalism guides and started studying military strategy.

They exploited the almost brutal bilateral relationship throughout America, the irreconcilable class contradictions, ethnic conflicts, racial hatred, and gender antagonism that continue to intensify in this extraordinary era!

Especially after the government shutdown, when wages cannot be paid, banks are pressing for credit card payments, and the wealthy continue to exploit the lower classes, the resulting contradictions and resentments are the best catalyst for the expansion of evil forces!
They couldn't survive anymore, and they didn't need to think about anything else. Before, they were afraid of the police, the army, and gunmen, but now, with news of certain demons killing high-ranking military officials and government officials in their homes, they knew the best option!

The entire territory of America now is less a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor, and more a chaotic battleground of demons!

After all, people who can't survive will choose to become demons, and wealthy people with guilty consciences will also choose to become demons after seeing some people die at the hands of demons.

Since being killed is death anyway, becoming a demon allows you to live, isn't that great?
Demons openly fought each other on this land for their own desires and hatred, which ironically allowed the Holy See and other extraordinary forces to thrive and truly establish their authority to fight against demons and protect ordinary people.

This kind of thing naturally made Jinmao extremely disgusted and wary. He had done all sorts of bad things, but instead, he had made these people the good ones. How could he tolerate this?

Therefore, he returned to the conference table, looked at his staff, and said in a low voice, "What are your thoughts on the situation in England? What should we do?"

Right before them, the Kinghood Trial, which had been a massive event some time ago and whose global impact was still being felt, had been compiled into detailed data and laid out before them.

From the initial nationwide curse, to the mass deaths of nobles and high-ranking officials, to Merlin's appearance and his letter to the Commonwealth... all the way to Lucifer's final appearance, delivering a stern warning to the Dana gods and to the entire world...

Rather than a story, it's more like a peculiar dream. This dream elevates a peasant girl to the throne and forces the Windsor family, which has ruled the British Empire for over a century, to abdicate in regret. This makes royal families around the world feel a sense of impending doom. Adding to this, Lucifer's prediction of the future—a terrible past originating from King Arthur's words—is about to unfold in this world, adding an unusual heaviness to many hearts.

They couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted, after all, the Windsor family was able to go to the New World to survive, they were chosen by the Dana gods, they had nowhere else to go, so their journey was relatively smooth.

But their roots remain on this land; they cannot leave, so they must protect this country.

At that moment, Professor Thomas spoke first, "I asked Cardinal Angus, and he said that the Vatican will stand with all believers to the death, and they will protect this land!"

"Heya also said that the Assadian Church will not yield to the enemy; they will fight to the last moment!" Baron's voice came through.

But these words did nothing to improve the expressions on the faces of Jinmao, Qiansi, and the others; instead, they made them even more complicated.

"We are a nation, not a sheltered organization, nor an old man, but the world's leading power, a nation that should protect the world!" Secretary of State Lu Ao spoke the minds of Jin Mao and others. "We need our own extraordinary team, our own extraordinary power. This is the key factor that will prevent us from being influenced by other forces!"

The golden retriever nodded slightly. "Luo is right. We must have this kind of power, instead of expecting to be saved by others!"

He didn't say one more thing: if we really have to rely on these supernatural organizations for rescue, then who is more important in the future, him or the Pope?
They may not have said the saying "Only fame and position should not be lent to others," but they certainly understood the underlying principle.

Upon hearing this, Gao, the acting director of America's Special Affairs Bureau, spoke up, "In this trial, we have more than 100,000 people of Irish descent selected. Even if 70,000 die, there are still 30,000 extraordinary individuals!"

"If Your Excellency truly wishes to establish our force, then I request a special fund to select a group of capable patriots from among these individuals and build an extraordinary army!"

Gao spoke very calmly, saying, "Even England is building its own superhuman army, trained by real Knights of the Round Table. We must keep up with the establishment of our own army!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present reacted in different ways, but the golden retriever suddenly stood up!

"Well said! Why are we facing this problem now? Ultimately, isn't it because we don't have our own superhuman army?"

"If we had such a system, wouldn't we be able to handle extraordinary disasters and stop our people from suffering from extraordinary crises?"

The more the golden retriever spoke, the more convinced he became, and he quickly added, "I will allocate a special fund to you to help me build this army, to be on par with those in Great Britain, to build an extraordinary army that only obeys my orders and takes my instructions as the highest standard, do you understand?"

Golden Retriever's undisguised words made many people frown. Was he listening to himself instead of the president? What was he planning to do?
Does he want to turn this country into his personal fiefdom?

Oh, it seems like he's already made all the decisions. Oh well, never mind.

The eighty-year-old president, still in good health, swept his cold gaze across the crowd and said indifferently, "I know what some of you are thinking, and I know your dissatisfaction with me! But only I know what this country truly needs!"

"Only I know how to do it! I will make this country great again, that's my promise, so get to work right now! Get moving!"

This elderly man, this time, looked down upon his land like a true king!

"With the army, I can get that money back from those people instead of watching them become part of a wealthier group!" he thought to himself.

Because of the devil, many wealthy people have already turned to dust, but unfortunately, he still can't receive his money. He can only watch as Wall Street capitalists, with the help of government connections, continue to plunder these state-owned assets.

“It won’t be like before, because the superhuman has arrived!” the blond man murmured. The biggest change between him and his former self was that the old man who originally wanted to give up had been reactivated by the power of the superhuman and had the determination to rebuild this country!
A golden light flashed across his body; it was the light of faith and willpower, but the object of that light was himself!
(End of this chapter)