From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 68 The Devil's Choice

"Oh... Your Majesty, the scene you created consumed 100,000 points of willpower, but it was replenished almost immediately after the willpower was used up!" Alvin exclaimed in surprise!
Bai Yang nodded slightly. "I know, after all, we really did let them hear that through the internet!"

"We've truly shown them that demons exist!"

The words those people heard didn't come from speakers or headphones, but directly from their minds!

The demonic head before them was also Bai Yang's masterpiece.

This is why it consumed 100,000 points of willpower!

Bai Yang's judgment was correct. Just this small display of extraordinary abilities was enough to plant the seeds of aspiration in the hearts of these people!
Bai Yang took this performance very seriously because the reach of a live broadcast would be enormous, making it a great test of the source of his willpower.

Although the quality of live streaming is much lower than that of people on-site, it has a wide reach!
How many people live in a city? And how many of them can witness its power?
But how many people are there in the world? If they all come together, a single live stream can easily reach hundreds of millions of people!
With so many people, wouldn't it be much easier for their wishes to come true?

"So, can we continue in this form in the future?" Alvin asked again. "That way, we might be able to accumulate more divine power quickly and start the Ascension to Godhood Plan!"

Bai Yang waved his hand, "We'll talk about it later. Right now, I don't think becoming a god is that important. If a god can do it, why can't I?"

“You can do it too, but the power that God requires can never be attained without ascending to God!” Alvin said. “You should know this better than I do!”

“It’s not that we can’t reach that level, it’s that we don’t have enough!” Bai Yang said with a smile. “The power that one point of divine power plus the corresponding authority can produce is something we might need ten points of divine power to achieve! But I don’t lack those ten points of divine power, nor do I lack authority. What I lack is…”

“It’s about definition!” Alvin said. “You want to define this world, rewrite the rules, restart history, and recreate myths!”

“That’s right!” Bai Yang said, “Instead of having us describe history to them, we should let them fill in the blanks in their minds!”

"This is what we need to do now!"

He didn't simply want to become a god; if he wanted to, he could have already done so in Los Angeles.

Bai Yang wanted to do something much bigger. What was the point of becoming a god alone? He wanted to elevate the world together with him!
……

"Grand Commander?" Jeff was puzzled by the title and continued to look from the parapet.

Just now, his camera and earpiece exploded, and he threw them away.

He also lost his identity as a war correspondent; he could no longer broadcast live and therefore knew nothing of what happened next.

But what's amazing is that he himself was unharmed and was able to stay here and watch over things.

Anyway, he can't go anywhere now and can't contact anyone, so he has no choice but to keep watching him.

He dared not move. If he moved even slightly and was caught by the "demon" below, he would probably die even if he didn't!

Moreover, the nickname "Crazy Jeff" is not given for nothing. Jeff has a crazy nature to his core, otherwise he could not have relied on his personal charm to attract 50 million fans and become one of the world's top streamers!
Therefore, even though his head was frantically screaming for help, he still tilted his head and looked at the scene downstairs.

He had a premonition that the world had changed, and this was his chance to come into contact with the extraordinary!

He became one of the few humans who were able to witness this scene, and also a special recorder of it.

"I am the knight of the Lord of Armies, not your Grand Master!" Lyon said in a deep voice from the plaza below, as he once again conjured a radiant warhorse, and the spear of light reappeared in his hand.

This is the power of the Holy Mark. When facing this terrifying demon, he could feel the power of the Holy Mark within his body gradually growing stronger, and his fighting spirit was constantly surging forth!

"Lord of ten thousand armies? Knight? Ha!" Baphomet laughed, a laugh that was unrestrained and arrogant, and then waved his hand, and the wall behind them collapsed with a crash.

Behind the wall, countless eyes were revealed.

Among these people were prison guards who had just escaped back, but most of them were prisoners who had quietly run away during the fight.

In fact, the prisoners had been watching the previous battles, and were simply continuing to observe.

Their thoughts were similar to Jeff's on the rooftop; they couldn't leave, so they could only listen and observe.

Why can't we leave? Because the throne that this demon has raised is blocking the prison gate, the only exit of this island prison.

No one dared to run over there. The battle they had just fought had shown them that in extraordinary confrontations, the difference between humans and ants was not that great.

As a result, with the collapse of the walls, their "eavesdropping" suddenly became a matter of real names. The prison guards and prisoners huddled together, seemingly inseparable, yet dared not move a muscle before the devil!

“What I like most are you knights, after all, you uphold virtue and are powerful warriors!” Baphomet said to Leon, “If I could corrupt you, you would be the best demon knights in Hell!”

He looked at the man in front of him with admiration, but Leon could sense that the other man wasn't looking at him, but rather looking at something else through him.

Baphomet waved his hand, and from the prison crowd behind him, he pulled out two people. "Why do I call you Grand Master? Because a long time ago, a man who looked exactly like you was the Grand Master, the Grand Master of the Knights Templar!"

He looked at Lyon with a smile, "I gave him two choices back then, and in the end he didn't choose either of them, but chose to become my servant!"

"It's a pity that he was captured by an angel and taken back to his hometown; that has always been my regret!"

"Today, I saw you and thought of him, so I'll give you two choices!"

Baphomet brought two men to Lyon; one was a prison guard, and the other was a prisoner.

"My first choice is to kill this prison guard, and I'll sacrifice the rest of the prison!"

"The second option is to kill this prisoner, and I'll spare everyone else in the prison!"

Upon hearing this, Lyon took a deep breath!

He keenly sensed the trap in the other party's words. Demons never have good intentions. He was even able to bewitch the once powerful Grand Master of the Templar Knights. So today, he must also want to bewitch him!
But what exactly is wrong with killing prisoners? He couldn't figure it out!

Lyon observed the two men in front of him. They were quite distinctive: one was a strong prison guard, and the other was a thin prisoner.

There was almost no choice needed; he knew he should use the lives of the prisoners to save the lives of more than 10,000 people in the entire prison!
“A very simple choice, isn’t it?” Baphomet said. “But what if I told you that the guard was a villain who had killed over a hundred people, while the prisoner was a devout believer who had saved many families?”

"What should you choose then?"

He waved his hand, and the two men looked up, speaking blankly. The first was the prisoner:
"I... am a farmer, and many people enjoy working on my farm because I provide them with food, lodging, wages, and a good life!"

"The Lord taught us to be kind to everyone, so I try my best to help everyone I meet..."

“But the farmers in town felt that I had broken the rules and shouldn’t have paid the workers so much money and provided them with such a good life. They set a trap for me, causing me to fall into an abyss where I couldn’t repay my debts, and I was eventually sentenced to this place by the court.”

As he spoke, images even appeared above his head—images of him helping others, showing his gentle and kind nature.

The demon wasn't lying; he was indeed a kind person, a devout believer.

The second person to speak caught Leon's attention the moment he looked up. He recognized the man; he was on the Mafia's kill list for "child abuse."
"I'm a prison guard, formerly a police officer. My favorite thing to do is kill!"

"Especially killing those children, their cries and agonizing screams are the sounds I love to hear the most!"

"I enjoy draining their blood, listening to their wails and cries, and their last breaths before death!"

"It's so beautiful. They cry loudly before they die, until they have no strength left to cry, then their cries gradually fade away until there's no sound at all, and they die whimpering..."

Above his head were the corpses of many children, piled up together!

He raised his head, his face still blank and seemingly manipulated, but under the devil's control, a subtle change appeared:

"Oh, ten years ago, I think I killed a mafia kid?"

"I vaguely remember him, his name is... Scott Rankoch?"

Upon hearing this, the string of "reason" in Leon's mind snapped!

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