From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 94 Relics and New Directions

Even in materialistic countries, there are still countless believers, let alone in this idealistic country.

The moment the Lincoln appeared, everyone who saw it felt a surge of energy and wanted to rush over.

This is, after all, a great man who has been promoted throughout the country for over 160 years. His greatness and brilliance have long been evident in everyone's hearts.

The unifier of America, a great bourgeois revolutionary fighter, a selfless contributor, and a man who forgave his enemies.

These things have deeply resonated with people, especially in this city that is so proud of him!

Therefore, many people wanted to come and admire this person's demeanor as soon as possible, and they were eager to see if this was just an illusion!

But Chris, who was in the tomb, also noticed something was wrong. He quickly put down his axe, and the strange power in his body disappeared. The people around him seemed to recover from their endless frenzy and looked at the tomb with some confusion. The figure was no longer there.

A country's century-long brainwashing can actually achieve this; the religious fervor surprised even Bai Yang, who was observing.

"Oh my, is this kind of religious fanaticism the reason they can provide so much wish power in an instant? If the plan hadn't been delayed, I would really like to do something big!" Bai Yang complained.

But he is a very determined person, and of course he won't easily change his plans.

Moreover, rewriting history is far more interesting than the arrival of some monster!

The silver axe was put down, and the shimmering silver light on it, along with the silver blade that had just cleaved almost fifty meters, demonstrated its power.

Chris, being an official, knew perfectly well that even though he was a descendant of Lincoln, he did not own the axe, so he stopped touching it.

The power he just experienced told him that this was something he couldn't control for the time being; he might be able to in the future, but not now.

As for Gao and Baron, they were also looking at the axe. The power of this thing was beyond their imagination. That axe blow was almost as powerful as a heavy machine gun.
Thinking of this, the two suddenly fell silent.

If the weapons wielded by a "vampire hunter" like Lincoln are only similar in power to heavy machine guns, does that mean that vampires aren't so scary after all?
After all, what weapons did they have during the Civil War? And what weapons do they have now?
Back then, it was the era of smoothbore guns, but now it's the era of electronic warfare, information warfare, and drone warfare!

If America could defeat them before, they should be even more capable of defeating them now, right?
The two exchanged opinions based on this conjecture and felt that there was great potential. Perhaps neither werewolves nor vampires were actually a big problem?
“Your idea is good, but hold off for now, we’re in real trouble!” Chris said. It was a bit disrespectful of him to say that, but he didn’t have time to think about it.

Because in the crack that the axe had just cleaved, he saw something that was completely out of place with its surroundings.

It was a piece of oiled paper, wrapped around something, and it was clearly cracked, probably just torn by the shock!
As the oil paper was opened, four different objects appeared in front of Chris.

A cane, a parchment scroll, a silver mask, and a bronze tube appeared before him.

When he touched it, the parchment opened automatically, revealing the text inside.

These words actually transformed directly into silver tadpoles, bouncing in the air and becoming the president's handwriting:
"My remains are encased in a lead-tin box in the left chest, sealing the heart of the Southern Blood Ancestor, Wallachia."

Descendants should remember:
If spiderweb-like cracks appear on the stone coffin, quickly melt down the bronze eagle dome of the National Assembly and cover the coffin!
If the sound of drums is heard from inside the coffin when the red moon is high in the sky, the remaining bones must be forged into twelve silver stakes and driven into the bend of the Mississippi River!

If this heart is revived, then I beseech the Lord of Armies to send down a rain of sulfur and fire to cleanse the new continent!

"Children, do not be afraid, do not be sad, for though I am dead, I still hold the silver axe and protect you."

Below is his signature: A. Lincoln, April 14, 1865.
Chris picked up the parchment with trembling hands. Besides the writing, the parchment was covered with bloodstains and various scratches.

He could almost feel the state of his predecessor when he wrote these things; he must have been filled with pain, perhaps even on his deathbed!

This must have been something he left behind before his death, a warning to future generations. He must have been in a difficult state to describe at the time; he must have been very sad and going through a very hard time…

Even so, he still left a final gift for future generations!

These words were, of course, seen by Gao and Baron, who stared at the text with furrowed brows.

What kind of disaster could have made this great man say that once his heart is revived, he should ask the flames of the Lord of Armies to destroy this continent?

How desperate must that be?
In these words that sounded like farewells, they could see a peculiar bloody smell emanating from them, the scent of iron and blood gradually spreading out, as if they could feel the life-or-death crisis that had lasted for over a hundred years!

“This is a protection that has been passed down for many years… We protect everything in this world, we defend everything in this world, just like my ancestors!” Chris said slowly.

"So how do we find this place?" Gao asked. Chris shook the bronze cylinder in his hand, opened it, and took out a compass.

There are no words on the compass, only a needle pointing in a specific direction.

No matter how Chris shook or changed it, the direction it pointed to remained unchanged.

“It looks like it’s heading in this direction!” Chris said.

The compass was very old, with cracks from the passage of time, indicating that it had been buried here for over a hundred years. The silver metal gleamed with a special luster, guiding the red pointer to a specific direction.

"It should be in this direction. President Lincoln's real grave is here, and the Southern Bloodline Heart, known as Wallachia, is also there..."

Just then, Baron suddenly asked curiously, "Is this vampire the kind we know? Like... immortal, lying in a coffin, surviving by drinking human blood?"

He has only just come of age, and Barron is not yet able to feel the urgency of life slipping away, so his questions are particularly naive.

But upon hearing this, Gao and Chris suddenly looked up, realizing a terrifying possibility!

Vampires are indeed dark creatures, but in those dark myths, their most crucial thing has never been their identity as dark creatures, but rather the attribute called "immortality"!
"We have to inform the President immediately!" Gao shouted. "If those guys find out about this, it'll be really bad!"

……

"This is the test I'm giving them!" Bai Yang said with a smile, observing their reactions.

Alvin, standing beside him, offered a brief analysis: "Your Majesty, do you think they'll fight over this race called vampires?"

“It’s not just a feeling, it’s a certainty! This is inevitable!” Bai Yang said. “Few people can resist the temptation of immortality. Whether it’s a brilliant emperor, a strategist with almost supernatural wisdom, or a merchant with immense wealth, none can avoid the end of death!”

"Now that these elderly family heads, nobles, or empire rulers know that there is a way to achieve immortality, will they not try it?"

Alvin asked curiously, "So you also said that you gave them other options?"

“Of course there are other options. It’s not like they have to do this. If they can control their desires, they can get Lincoln’s gift without any cost!” Bai Yang said.

"If they can control their desires, the silver-plated bullet formula on the back of that parchment alone will be enough for them to achieve an initial victory against the dark creatures!"

"But the prerequisite is that everyone must restrain their desire for immortality!" Bai Yang snapped his fingers. "Let's go, we can go watch the excitement!"

Rewriting history is something he has to do, but watching the show is what entertainers love to do most!
PS: Thank you Qingmeng Chenxing for the 100 Qidian Coins reward.

(End of this chapter)