From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 97 Seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence (monthly ticket adds 14 updates)

New Salem is such a small town that excavation work in the northern region can cause coffee cups in the south to vibrate incessantly.

So small that the local sheriff had barely taken a few steps when the mayor of Springfield persuaded him to turn back.

To prevent trouble and to avoid problems, the mayor, backed by several powerful families, generously promised "relocation funds" to the town's thousands of residents, and within a single day, most of the town's inhabitants were sent away.

Instead, a series of people moved in, with members of various families arriving almost within a single day.

Many of the figures who had brought this country to its feet in the last century also disembarked from those enormous life support vehicles!

The oldest of them even slammed his fist on the table with Theodore Roosevelt during World War II!

It's truly unbelievable that someone like this could live into the new era, even into Trump's second term.

On the phone, Barron expressed his doubts, and after a moment of silence, the blond-haired man decided to let his son confront the darkness of the world, saying:
"They have their own means of survival, such as blood transfusions or organ transplants. Some people even regularly replace all of their body organs just to stay alive!"

Upon hearing this, Baron fell silent.

He knew the underlying workings of this country, so he knew all too well just how terrifying the so-called "blood transfusion" his father spoke of so casually really was!

This is not a simple blood transfusion; it involves completely replacing all the blood in a person's body, and the amount of blood required is staggering!
What if it's not enough?
That's easy! There are people everywhere, just go and catch them, right?
Otherwise, do you think that with so many people entering America every year, yet the population hasn't grown over the years, they've all just left on their own?

They are all "consumed" – illegal immigrants and local citizens alike – they are all just "consumables".

Baron's body trembled violently. "So now, if all these people survive and become vampires, wouldn't that mean..."

Upon hearing this, the blond man began to comfort his son, "Don't worry about Barron. One hundred and sixty years ago, the Federation also experienced a similar situation, but they ultimately chose to join forces with the Holy See to destroy this disaster. This shows that this so-called immortality is probably not as wonderful as they imagine!"

“From now on, follow Chris closely. He is a descendant of Lincoln. According to Professor Thomas, the fact that he can lift that axe means he is a recognized person!”

"This is very important. Our forces are heading to Illinois. If there is any real danger, they will be your last line of defense!"

“I understand, Father!” Baron nodded firmly, gazing at the “excavation site” that was already taking shape in the distance!
With the power of capital, the country's engineering efficiency, which was originally as slow as a tortoise, increased by more than a thousand times, and soon a special stone coffin appeared before their eyes.

Mayor Tim, who was in charge of these people, immediately began to expel them the moment the sarcophagus arrived.

Many workers were driven away, leaving behind the so-called "core" candidates, along with members of various families and their security systems.

More than thirty families, large and small, along with their security and service personnel, make up a total of several thousand people in this small town.

Representatives from these families naturally came to the scene and became part of the "audience".

Besides them, the remaining audience members were, of course, the members of the Federal Special Affairs Bureau. Baron, Gao, and Chris stood aside, intently watching everything unfold before them.

Just as the text on the parchment says, the sarcophagus is the final direction indicated by the compass.

At this moment, the red arrow of the bronze compass in Tim's hand was pointing firmly at the stone coffin in front of him, and it was still shaking.

"Open the coffin!" an old voice shouted. A team of fully armed soldiers stepped forward, took crowbars, and inserted them into the cracks of the stone coffin!

At this moment, Chris couldn't help but say, "The prophecy says that if this heart awakens, a great disaster will occur. Don't open it!"

Unfortunately, their positions were firmly held by many soldiers, and they had no chance to step forward and stop them; they could only stand there and watch the enemy's actions.

As the crowbar went deeper, a small crack was pried open in the stone coffin, but it was ultimately not fully opened. The crowbar snapped violently the moment it reached its limit of force!
Several soldiers were thrown into the air, and the crowbars broke in mid-air before lying across their path.

Just as Tim was about to send another group of people up, a strange drumbeat suddenly rang in their ears.

"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!" The drumbeats were muffled, rising little by little, and everyone could hear them because everyone was turning their heads in confusion to confirm.

They looked at each other, their eyes conveying the question, "Did you hear that?", and then confirmed the situation through each other's reactions.

"When the red moon hangs high in the sky, the sound of drums comes from inside the coffin..." Chris said, "This is the sound of drums coming from inside the coffin, the words on the parchment have come true!" The drumming grew louder and more intense, and at this moment Gao clutched his heart and suddenly said, "This is not the sound of drums, this is the beating of a heart, that heart is still beating!"

He could feel his heart pounding violently, exactly at the same frequency as the so-called "drumbeat"!
Such pulsation seemed to have some special rhythm, which made everyone around feel a little uneasy!

"Crack!" A sound of something breaking rang out, and everyone's eyes suddenly focused. Then they saw that on the stone coffin in the middle of the crowd, there were spider web-like cracks!

"If spiderweb-like cracks appear on the sarcophagus..." This time, Baron was muttering the words on the parchment. The prophecy had indeed come true, but they didn't even have a solution.

These old money families have gone somewhat mad in their pursuit of so-called "immortality." They would never do anything to the heart as the scroll suggests; they might even be waiting for it to be resurrected!

If they didn't have this idea, why would they bring this group of old geezers here?

The three of them had actually been thinking about this for a long time, but now that this situation had actually occurred, they still seemed somewhat fearful.

They had all witnessed the situation on Rikers Island and knew what a group of truly extraordinary people were. Even "saints" like Leon or George could easily defeat an entire tactical squad without taking any damage.

Under such circumstances, these people actually want to control this so-called "Southern Blood Ancestor." Even though only one heart remains, is it really that simple?
"Boom boom boom!"

"Crack! Crack!"

The two sounds seemed to repeat themselves, booming in their ears and exploding in everyone's ears. Many people felt physical discomfort, which was caused by their hearts beating too fast.

This frequency makes many people uncomfortable, and of course, it makes it difficult for some special people to sustain their lives!

Just then, from inside the vehicles outside, came the cries of many people!
"grandfather!"

"Grandpa!"

"Old man!"

"Chairman!"

"Clan leader!"

"Homeowner!"

The voices of these people rang out one by one, carrying a tone that was hard to tell whether it was ecstasy or disappointment, reaching everyone's ears.

Dozens of vehicles experienced the same situation, causing chaos and disorder at the scene.

"What happened?" The trio, who were the most relaxed and knew the least, looked at the suddenly chaotic scene with some curiosity.

In the end, it was Baron who, relying on his status as the "crown prince," managed to uncover the truth amidst the chaos.

"The drumbeats just now caused all these elderly people to die from ruptured hearts..." Baron recounted the incident upon his return. "Anyone over 90 years old died; not a single one survived!"

The three looked somewhat puzzled. These elderly people could even be considered the most powerful group of people in this country, or even in the world!

If it weren't for the urgency, there would probably be people coming from across the ocean.

Now, it's actually a blessing that those people didn't come, because all those who did come are dead!

They represent the oldest power and status, yet they are utterly useless here, dying as easily as a tattered rag, indistinguishable from anyone else.

Could this be considered another unique form of getting what one desires? The three of them suddenly thought of this, with a touch of dark humor.

P.S.: Those in higher positions may not be truly intelligent; they can also be creatures driven by desire. If they want to gain benefits, this is the price to pay, isn't it?

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(End of this chapter)