From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 58 The Resurrected Corpse

"In the name of brotherhood, we uphold family rules and safeguard the ultimate secrets of the Holy See!"

"Anyone who breaks the blood oath shall be thoroughly eliminated!"

"We will be revived on the day the Lord's messenger returns to the earth, and we will rebuild all that is glorious!"

The old man's words were silently accepted by everyone. They exchanged tokens, agreed on their own slogans, and each left with one of their own belongings.

So Leon packed his bags and became a member of the Brotherhood, living in anonymity somewhere in Sicily until the end of his life.

That baggage, as a family possession, was passed down to the distant future.

Their family built the Mafia, expanding and growing in the Mediterranean region. The token and baggage were passed down through generations, with each generation's head of the family in charge.

Until more than a hundred years ago, the Sicilian Mafia crossed the ocean and came to America and New York, where they established a Mafia family called the Rancoche.

As for the baggage, it was turned into a box, placed in the deepest part of the family, and held in the arms of an old man!
The final scene shows the old man on his deathbed, handing the box to a young man for safekeeping.

Lyon was startled. The old man's face was none other than his grandfather, Granster Rankoch.

And isn't the youth himself?
……

"The ancient Mayan Empire began with the revival of the gods, and the still-powerful Catholic Church will begin with the Brotherhood!" Bai Yang said calmly.

Everything he did was to "transform the fake into the real".

No matter how good something is, if it appears out of thin air, it will eventually have flaws. He never doubted the clever people in this world.

If they find even one loophole, it could cause significant setbacks on my path to godhood.

Therefore, he chose to start from ancient times and design a "secret history" hidden in normal history, so that mankind would uncover this hidden thread and believe it without a doubt!
This is the true god of lies, who fabricates real lies and completely makes them real.

Using this secret history of the Brotherhood as its backbone and axis, and based on supernatural beings, angelic descents, and the existence of demons, we will build a colossal mythological church that truly exists in history!

The Mafia family is exactly a point he can exploit; information about these clandestine forces is scarce and can be easily altered!

"When history is revealed, everything will be put back in its place, and the authority of God Jehovah and all existence will be upheld and truly established by these beliefs!"

In Bai Yang's eyes, the light of ambition shone like a light bulb!

"You are not just walking the path of divinity, you are creating gods!" Alvin exclaimed in amazement. "You will stand above history and give rise to the gods of history?"

Bai Yang nodded, "The divine fire doesn't necessarily have to start from me; it can be started from them, just as well! And I will ignite it with the power of creation!"

"Your Majesty, you will stand eternally high above the heavens, becoming the god above gods!" Alvin bowed his head sincerely, expressing his admiration for Project Poplar. "One day, this world will become a new continent of gods, and your eyes will forever hang above the firmament!"

Bai Yang waved his hand, "It's still early, go and arrange that box!"

Alvin bowed again, this time not merely out of respect for the master of the divine status, but out of reverence for the divine sovereign; "Your supreme will!"

……

Night is falling, and dawn is approaching.

The prison guards finished their last cups of coffee and strolled leisurely to the square.

"Hey! Why is there still someone here?" A prison guard approached with an electric baton and asked curiously.

"Who is he? It's just a corpse! He killed a leader of a gang in the Southwest and was stabbed to death here!" said a prison guard who knew the situation.

"Who cares how he died! It has nothing to do with us. Come on, brothers, give us a hand and throw him out! Otherwise, when the warden sees this, we'll get our wages docked again!" someone said. The others reacted and immediately stepped forward, grabbed the corpse's limbs, and lifted him up.

No one thought it was wrong, and no one thought it was a bad thing. In this prison of 20,000 people, everyone was used to this kind of thing.

This prison has more than 10,000 people, but there are fewer than 1400 guards and staff. On average, each guard has to deal with eight to ten inmates!
Among these people are many gang members, economic criminals, and various illegal immigrants. There are quite a few powerful and influential people, so various conflicts are commonplace.

It's quite normal for people to die here; the number of people imprisoned every day far exceeds the number of dead.

Three prison guards worked together to carry the prisoner, whose blood had already dried, out of the square.

Behind the prison, there is a place specifically for receiving corpses. Every day, people come to collect the bodies that no one wants.

As for what they were used for, that's not information the guards could know. Maybe the warden would know, but who cares?

"Hey, which of you just touched me?" the prison guard who had raised his head suddenly said.

The other two men, carrying the corpse, looked at him with strange expressions. "Are you crazy?"

No wonder they said that; with six hands carrying the corpse, where would they find a hand to touch it?

unless……

The three men looked down and saw that the man, who had been dead, had opened his eyes again and was looking at them. "Officer, where are you taking me?"

As he said this, he still had that pale face, bloodless body, and those three gleaming knife wounds.

This doesn't look like resurrection; it looks more like a zombie coming back to life!
At least three policemen were terrified. They let go of Leon and threw him to the ground, then ran away without looking back!

As they ran, they glanced back at the "dead man" and discovered that he had actually stood up, the knife wound that had pierced his body even gleaming with the colors of the light.

"Ah! A ghost!" they shouted, moving away from the square.

Thanks to the horror movies that are popular throughout the United States, almost every American subconsciously believes that the resurrected person must be a terrible demon or monster.

So they ran very fast, without even having any thought of eliminating the monster.

This prison has 10,000 people. If they escape, the others will suffer!

Lyon, of course, had no intention of pursuing them. He looked at the wound on his chest and found a strange power wrapped around it, slowly repairing his body.

And a memory that seemed like a dream slowly flowed into his mind.

The group that fled, those seemingly real but actually fake people, and the additional knowledge he gained all gave him a deeper understanding.

"So, my family is actually a member of the Brotherhood? And my grandfather was the last Templar Knight of my family?" Leon slowly stood up, contemplating all of this.

He certainly didn't disbelieve it; the healing wounds and the power surging in his mind had already told him this was the reality!

Lyon touched the stone on his chest, a cross carved on it, and prayed to the heavens: "Lord! Are you telling me that our family's mission has come once again?"

He can only attribute his recovery to this event.

Thinking about this, Leon felt relieved, because his family was gone. Due to the betrayal of the traitor, he was the only remaining official member of the family.

Thinking about it this way, he does indeed meet the special condition of being "divinely gifted".

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