At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier.

Chapter 137 The Crimes of Gomorrah Reenacted, Quetzal's America
“Since you’ve said so, I have no choice but to do it.” Ishtar breathed a sigh of relief. She also disliked the eastern coast of the Mediterranean and had long wanted to send a golden star there. However, since a country has too many people, she dared not act on her own without the approval of the world’s master.

Although she sometimes jokes around with Luo Sheng, when she really gets serious and messes up or makes a mistake, Luo Sheng will definitely not laugh it off. He won't kill her, but he will definitely make her fall from her throne.

She is the goddess of Venus, the master of beauty and love. If she were to be demoted, the gods would laugh at her to death, and she could not bear such ridicule.

“No, I still won’t let you go,” Luo Sheng said after thinking for a moment, a dramatic smile playing on his lips.

"Huh? You won't let me go again? Are you kidding me!" Ishtar widened her eyes and gritted her teeth in dissatisfaction.

Los Saint stroked his chin: "That country believes in God, which is my country. Sending you there would be a bit inappropriate."

"After all, the eastern Mediterranean coast has committed one of the original sins in the Bible, and they should be punished in the way the Bible teaches them."

"The Old Testament of the Bible describes a story where Sodom and Gomorrah, two cities of original sin, were destroyed by angels sent by God who could no longer bear to see them suffer."

“Oh, I know that story.” Ishtar nodded, crossing her arms. “It’s about those two cities that committed the sin of lust. Everyone was indulging in the desires of the flesh, and humanity collapsed, families collapsed, and order collapsed.”

"The great god could not bear to see it any longer, so he sent two angels to destroy the two cities. Abraham prayed to the great god not to destroy the cities."

"The great god promised Abraham that if he could find ten kind and loyal people in the two cities, he would be spared divine punishment. In the end, he searched everywhere but only found two people, and these two were Abraham's underage daughters."

"Then divine punishment came as expected. One city was burned down by fire from the heavens, and another city was salted, including Abraham's wife."

"You want to recreate the divine punishment, is that it?" Ishtar looked at the world master before her.

She knew that Los Saint was not the real God, but only possessed the God's 'divine power,' which was the true highest level of divine power, the origin of the word 'divine power,' the origin of all divine power.

Los Saint nodded: "That's right~ They used to commit the sin of lust, one of the seven deadly sins, but now they've committed not just one original sin, but the sins of pride and greed."

"Therefore, I am now following the story in the Bible. If they can find ten extraordinary individuals among their own kind who have awakened their abilities within seven days, I will pardon their divine punishment."

"Otherwise, we will repeat the fire of Gomorrah."

"Ten? And they need to have awakened abilities?" Ishtar originally thought that Los Saint was really going to give them a glimmer of hope. According to the information she had received, there might not even be ten awakened abilities on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean, let alone ten awakened willpower.

"Those who awaken within seven days also count, so don't say I didn't give them a chance." Los Saint shrugged. According to the original biblical text, seven days was enough for ten righteous people (superhumans), which was already quite lenient.

Is it difficult to have ten extraordinary individuals? Even a small neighborhood in Xia Country has more than ten.

"Anyway, it's none of my business." Ishtar breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she wasn't assigned such a chore, she was fine with anything. Destroying a country or something like that, she didn't want to bear such a bad reputation. Maybe in the future, she would be sung about as an evil god because she had destroyed a country.

For example, in her later life, she inexplicably received the title of 'protector of prostitutes'. She only took special care of those abandoned human women because she felt sorry for them.

Because of this, those uninformed bards sang that even goddesses were immoral prostitutes, and to this day she still feels like she's swallowed a fly.

Los Saint ignored Ishtar, clapped his hands, and ripples appeared in space around him.

Joan of Arc and Fukaros emerged from the spatial ripples, their faces full of confusion.

"My lord, what are your orders?" Joan of Arc asked. This was the first time Los Saint had summoned her directly using his spatial powers. Had something serious happened?
"Lord of Heavenly Justice, is there anything I can do for you?" Fukaros asked softly, thinking to herself, "Could it be that another human evil has appeared?" This kind of world-ending catastrophe was giving her a bit of PTSD.

The main problem is that she feels too weak in the face of such a major disaster. She always feels like she could be killed instantly without even knowing it, and she lacks a sense of security...

"It's nothing major, mainly to have the two of you cleanse a country," Luo Sheng said calmly.

"Huh?" Joan of Arc and Fukaros stared wide-eyed in disbelief, especially Fukaros, whose body was trembling. In a daze, it seemed that the figure of the one from the Sky Isle of Teyvat and the body of Los Saint were slightly overlapped.

*Gulp* The way he casually mentioned wiping out an entire country, and said it so nonchalantly, as if he had just stepped on an insect, instantly made Fukalos break out in a cold sweat.

"Heavens, Lord Heavenly Justice... purge the nation? Is it... is it exactly what it sounds like?" Fukaros felt his throat was dry and stammered.

"What are you thinking, Fucarus?" Los Saint raised his hand and flicked his finger at Fucarus's forehead.

"Ouch!" Fukalos snapped out of her PTSD state, clutching her forehead and biting her lip.

“It’s just that that country crossed my bottom line. They can no longer be called human; they are just beasts in human skin,” Luo Sheng said expressionlessly.

"You know Joan of Arc, right? Sodom and Gomo."

Joan of Arc snapped out of her daze, somewhat incredulous: "Sodom, Gomorrah!" How could she not understand what this meant when she could read the Bible backwards?

"How could this be... In this era, how could a city of original sin still exist... Even war shouldn't involve original sin..."

Los Saint calmly said, "You two have Buyer tell you everything that happened on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean. Then descend to the eastern coast of the Mediterranean and give them seven days. If they can find ten of their own race's superhumans, they will be pardoned. Otherwise, burn away their sins with fire."

The reason we didn't pay attention to the Middle East before was because it was too chaotic, and we had to put out fires all over the world. Since it was hopeless, we just let it rot until we had built firewalls for other regions before getting involved here.

“The sin of Gomorrah…” Joan of Arc took a deep breath, her eyes regaining their resolve: “I understand, my lord.” Ten extraordinary beings are not many.

"I'm leaving it to you." Luo Sheng waved his hand, his figure slowly fading away and disappearing before the three goddesses.

“Why didn’t you tell everyone about this, Ishtar? Now things have gotten out of hand.” Joan of Arc looked at Ishtar and said, “The sin of Gomorrah has been repeated, and she has become the angel of divine punishment for Gomorrah.”

Fukaros felt dizzy: "Yes, to destroy a country, that's such a serious matter." She felt as if the Battle of Kanria was being replayed.

“How can you blame me? I didn’t know things would get this serious.” Ishtar said with her arms crossed, annoyed. “Besides, I’m so busy with things in Mesopotamia, how could I possibly take care of everything?”

[It's not Ishtar's fault.] Buyer's voice appeared.

"What exactly is going on, Buyer?" Fucaros asked hurriedly.

I will now tell you the whole story.

Soon Joan of Arc and Faucalos learned the reason. After learning the reason, Faucalos breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that it was a case of deserved punishment rather than misplaced anger.

……

Meanwhile, in the city of Vakar, cartloads of golden wheat were being transported in from outside the city. The wheat fields were ripe, and the farmers were harvesting it and bringing it into the city.

The current Wakar is only the size of a county in the Xia Kingdom, but the atmosphere is very lively and joyful.

The wheat has been harvested five times since Ishtar arrived, enough to last three years. The wheat is now being used to brew alcohol.

The streets were filled with residents busy with their respective crafts, and graceful young women even danced happily, swaying their hips in the street. Hardworking young men were dancing to woo them.

Ishtar is also the goddess of love, so people here are very passionate about love. The old conservative customs and the tradition that women had to wear headscarves when going out have long since disappeared.

In a simple tavern closer to the inner city, men who had just finished harvesting wheat and building infrastructure were drinking heavily, their faces flushed, full of praise for their current lives and for Ishtar, the shelter that protected them. Even when drunk, they didn't stumble over their words.

"Hahaha, Arab, don't look so gloomy. The goddess has already replied to the matter on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean. It will be resolved by the next day at the latest." A burly man laughed, hugging a thin young man with sunken eyes.

"When your hometown is the legendary land flowing with milk and honey, you should think carefully about whether to plant wheat, date palms, or go sheep herding."

"Perhaps I could also think about sparking a romance with a girl from my hometown."

"After all, our great goddess is the protector of harvest and herdsmen, and the master of beauty and love."

Arab slapped the drunken middle-aged man's arm away and said, "I'm sorry, Maison, I really don't have an appetite until my homeland has recovered from the war."

He was considered a minor leader in a refugee camp on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean. Three months ago, he received a method for awakening to the extraordinary from a pastor and successfully awakened to the extraordinary.

However, even superhumans could only survive for half a minute longer when facing tanks and rockets. He still led a group of people to escape, but the number of people dwindled until they all disappeared under the firepower of the war.

Until miracles of angels and gods occurred in Britain, he kept praying and begging God to look upon this place, but God did not respond.

There was indeed a month of peace during that period, but then the war escalated as if God had tacitly approved of it.

He only saw hope when the ancient Mesopotamian goddess Ishtar descended upon him. He took a dozen or so people to Egypt, and from there traveled through several countries to reach this place and pay homage to the goddess.

The goddess was not as difficult to talk to as in myths and legends; she granted their wishes without hesitation.

But the thought of his compatriots still struggling in the flames of war made him even more tormented, and he could not bear to enjoy the beauty and pleasure of the city under the goddess's radiance.

“You… I was just like you before.” Maison stretched out his hand, and a fiery red mark appeared on his arm: “This glass of wheat beer is not a way to numb my own incompetence, but a triumphant song before victory.”

Maison pushed a large glass of wheat beer toward Arab: "Drink up, and then think more about what you should do to make your hometown."

"The goddess will bestow blessings, but she will only judge sins and will not interfere with people's choices."

"Thank you..." Abraham said dryly, picking up the wooden cup and drinking the whole cup in big gulps. It was delicious... just like the sweet breeze blowing through the golden wheat fields he saw when he first stepped into this city.

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the crowd outside the tavern.

Wow—an angel! It's an angel!

Upon hearing this, Arab immediately jumped up and ran out of the tavern.

Although he came to help the goddess Ishtar, he was a believer in God. Although it made him feel ashamed that a believer in God was asking for help from an ancient goddess in Mesopotamia, and even felt that his faith was tarnished, he could not care about that for the sake of his homeland.

Everyone on the street gasped and looked up at the sky above the Ishtar Temple, and more and more people came out of the building.

Two angels with three pairs of pure white wings hovered in the sky.

“Angels! They really are angels! Seraphim Joan of Arc, and the angel of justice Fucaros!” Abraham stared blankly at the sky, his body trembling slightly. This was the first time he had ever truly seen angels.

[Our Lord's Oracle: The sins of Gomorrah and Sodom.]

The war on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean has committed the most heinous original sin.

The sins of pride (disrespect for God or others) and greed (excessive pursuit of material possessions and power)

Therefore, our lord is enraged and pronounces judgment on this matter.

[Only by finding ten righteous individuals within their own clan who have awakened their abilities within seven days can they be absolved of their sins.]

Otherwise, the Heavenly Fire Cleansing of Sins will arrive as scheduled in seven days.

This divine message will be widely proclaimed so that humanity will remember its sins of depravity.

Joan of Arc's voice resounded for thousands of kilometers around her.

Joan of Arc and Pharos transformed into two shooting stars and headed towards the eastern coast of the Mediterranean. This divine message was continuously transmitted to everyone along the way.

"Hiss... Big news! Super big news!" the Al Jazeera reporter screamed as he came to his senses.

In regions where God is believed, no one is unaware of the stories of the Sin of Sodom and the fire of Gomorrah.

Al Jazeera is the highest-rated television station in the Middle East, so the 'Oracle' spread to the world at an extremely fast pace.

“Gomorrah, the sin of Sodom…God has seen! God has seen! God has seen!” Arabie snapped out of his daze, his body trembling uncontrollably. The pent-up emotions within him burst forth in an instant, and he finally knelt on the ground, shouting, “Ahhhhh…Great Lord, you have been watching all along, haven’t you? These sufferings are actually tests for us, aren’t they? Ahhhhhh—”

He knew the war was over and that no one guilty would escape punishment.

This is the best outcome for their suffering, something he never dared to even dream of before!
“Brother.” Maison walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder. He had cried like that when the goddess Ishtar descended.

Although their beliefs differ, their yearning for truth, goodness, and beauty is the same.

……

At the same time in the United States.

Arizona is located in the southeastern United States, near Mexico. It was originally one of the poorest states in the country and also one of the least populated. Although the environment here is very good and has many natural landscapes, it is not suitable for farming and grazing.

But this area has the largest number of Native American reservations in the world.

But that was before. Starting a month ago, this place became the most vibrant state in the entire US, and the land became fertile. The largest Navajo Nation in the US has now become the Navajo Holy City.

Witnessed by countless people, a massive city with distinctive Native American features was built by the gods, and a colossal Native American pyramid stands in the center of the city.

Then, capitalists across the United States seemed to have sensed something and rushed to build city buildings around the holy city. They announced to the world that they would donate most of their wealth to the gods who had descended there, frantically studied Native American culture, and even directly wore ancient Native American clothing.

Even so, they still could not awaken their abilities. Because they could not awaken their abilities, they became increasingly fanatical about the gods who descended, to the point of being obsessed.

It's as if the more fanatical their faith, the more they can conceal the fact that they are unable to awaken.

They originally planned to try dropping a nuclear bomb to see if they could kill Quetzal, but the battle of Tokyo Bay completely extinguished their last remaining hope.

Thus, less than half a month after Quetzal arrived, he effectively took over the entire economy of the United States. By controlling the economy, he controlled this capitalist country.

Consequently, they gained control of the entire US economy and effectively became the highest authority in the country.

Before Quetzal could even begin his operation, the superhumans within the United States launched a massive campaign, wiping out the chaos throughout the country within a month.

This internal action in the United States is even more extensive than in South America, leaving 200 million of the country's 300 million people behind.

Of these 200 million people, 60% are unable to awaken their powers, and among the 40% who do awaken, only 2% have actually awakened their abilities.

The number of people in the entire United States who have obtained the Holy Mark is extremely small. Compared to the hundreds of thousands in Xia Country, the United States has only a little over three thousand.

At this moment, a celebration is taking place in the holy city of Navajo, as it marks the end of the nation's reshaping.

Nearly ten million people from all over the world gathered in this city.

It's fortunate that the city was built large enough by Quetzalcoatl using rock element, otherwise it would have been impossible to accommodate so many people.

At this time, the largest building in the holy city, which is ten times larger than the world's largest stadium, can accommodate 150 million people.

Meanwhile, the cheers and shouts that resounded from the arena echoed throughout the entire holy city of Navajo.

Roar roar roar roar roar—

Those who are able to enter this stadium are basically superhumans who have awakened their abilities, as well as most of the owners of the Holy Mark.

At this moment, many former celebrities and important figures were being stopped at the entrance of the arena.

An obese elderly man with white circles under his eyes, dressed in a cheerleader outfit, stomped his foot angrily: "Damn it! Why won't they let me in! No one knows more about sports than Lord Kukulkan! And! I'm a former president, a former president! I donated money, 90% of my family's assets!"

"No." The Native American guard, wearing a bird feather crown and with patterns painted on his body with resin, said coldly, arms crossed. The patterns on his chest radiated elemental light.

“I’m also a former president! Please let me in,” a thin, dark-skinned man shouted.

"I am the chairman of a Wall Street bank! I donated 300 billion US dollars to Lord Kukulkan! Let me in!"

The guard waved his hand impatiently, unleashing a burst of elemental power that instantly knocked everyone over: "No means no!"

"Let me tell you, no matter how much money you've donated to Lord Kukulkan, no matter what your status was before, you have no special privileges now!"

"Only those who have awakened their abilities can enter the Sun Arena."

"Hmph, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Don't think that just because you've entered the arena you can get an audience with Lord Kukulkan!"

The Indian guard scoffed. These former big shots were trying every means to see Lord Kukulkan, thinking they could get favors just by meeting him? Don't even think about it!

As a Native American of the new era, he deeply resented these powerful figures who didn't treat Native Americans as human beings.

Although they, the Native Americans, have lived on this land for generations, they have no right to vote and are only allowed to live on reservations.

Everything changed after Lord Kukulkan arrived; all the once high and mighty figures fell from the clouds to the ground.

Only those who have awakened their abilities will earn respect in this era; otherwise, not spitting in your face is considered politeness.

"You!" The former president pointed at the guard, his face turning red with embarrassment. He wanted to curse but dared not utter a word, for even a guard was a superhuman.

Moreover, even if superhumans injure those who are not yet awakened, the judges will not favor them.

At this moment, a handsome young man of European and American descent ran over and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm late. I've been quite busy with some matters. I hope I haven't offended Lord Kukulkan because of my lateness."

Upon seeing this, the Indian guard quickly and respectfully said, "Oh, it's Lord Luigi. You've worked so hard. Please come in, the celebration hasn't started yet."

Luigi said, "You're the one who's had a hard time, having to stay here and guard the arena." With that, he walked straight into the arena.

A bearded white man pointed at the guard and said defiantly, "My God! Why was he allowed in? He's white too! Aren't you targeting white people?!"

"I'm not targeting any skin color, I'm only targeting those who haven't awakened yet," the guard said coldly. "And open your eyes wider, he's Lord Luigi, appointed Governor of Maryland by Lord Kukulkan, a fourth-tier transcendent."

Lord Luigi was famous even before Lord Kukulkan arrived. He single-handedly shot and killed the damned CEO of the health insurance company who was not fulfilling his obligations, all for the sake of health insurance for the poor masses. Unfortunately, he was betrayed by a black woman with a bounty of several thousand US dollars.

Lord Luigi stayed in prison until Lord Kukulkan arrived and was then released. Moreover, Lord Luigi had already obtained the Stigmata while he was in prison.

"Sorry I'm late." A young white man ran over, still wearing his brand-new military uniform.

"So it's Lord Aaron! Please come in, the celebration is about to begin," the Indian guard said hastily upon seeing this.

"Thank you, thank you so much." Aaron said and quickly ran into the arena.

"Why was he allowed in? Does he have stigmata again?" the former president shouted angrily.

"Don't shout. He's a general in the new U.S. Army." The guard glanced at the former president with disdain. This old, white-eyed former president was too stupid. He was obviously a stupid idiot who didn't realize it. He kept making noise here and was so annoying.

"Fine, I won't go in!" The former president stomped his foot angrily. Ever since the United States was rebuilt amidst the chaos, the intelligence system had been out of their hands, and they knew nothing except the news.

They wanted to see the gods, hoping that his speech would win their favor and grant him divine power.

A group of former high-ranking American figures in their fifties and sixties left indignantly.

If they aren't allowed in, they have plenty of ways to find opportunities to meet the gods.

"Ha!" The guard spat on the ground.

shhhhh--

At this moment, one after another elemental meteor shot into the sky from the arena, exploding like fireworks after reaching mid-air.

boom! boom! boom!
Colorful elemental fireworks illuminated the entire holy city of Navajo, and people in every street and alley looked up at the huge arena, their eyes filled with fervor and anticipation.

The reporters were gesturing wildly as they recounted the major events happening in the United States to the live camera.

At this time, the city was a gathering place for pilgrims from North America and Mexico, as well as messengers from various countries, especially worshippers from South America.

South America has the largest population of Native Americans, and people from the Kukulkan Indian Autonomous Region sent representatives to worship their gods.

Roar roar roar roar roar—

"Ha—" Thousands of second-tier superhumans in the arena stood up in the front row, gathered their elemental power in their hands, and shouted loudly towards the sky above their heads.

At the same time, his gaze was fixed with fervor on the highest, solitary seat in the arena, which belonged to the guardian of North America, the sun god of the Native Americans, Quetzalcoatl Kukulkan, the god of the sun and the wind and rain.

Boom~
The blinding flames of the sun appeared from the highest seat and shot into the sky like a blazing pillar of light. Before the eyes of 150 million people in the arena, the white clouds in the sky were pierced by the rising flames, creating a circular hole.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!" Upon seeing this, 150 million extraordinary individuals stood up excitedly and shouted.

"They've arrived! Our North American god! Lord Kukulkan! They've arrived!"

"Kukulkan!"

"Kukulkan!"

"Kukulkan!"

150 million extraordinary beings chanted Quetzalcoatl's name as the sun god with all their might.

"Hahahaha—" The cheerful and enthusiastic laughter instantly drowned out the shouts of 150 million people.

My beloved people, do you like me that much?

"like!"

"like!"

"like!"

The voices of 150 million people converged into a wave of sound, which could be heard even at great distances across cities.

"So, I, Quetzal Koyatel Kukulkan, hereby proclaim! A new North America, a new civilization, a new era! Has arrived! Rejoice, celebrate, shout with all your might, my people!"

Quetzal emerged from the flames, looked at the people cheering with all their might, and enthusiastically opened his arms, laughing heartily.

"Today, let's experience the joy of fighting together! Hahahaha."

"Come on! Brave warriors, who dares to be the first to show their courage!"

Quetzal shouted and threw his obsidian sword (Maccarvit) into the arena.

"I!"

"I!"

"And I!"

Before the obsidian blade even hit the ground, amidst the cheers, one after another, figures of elemental power rushed from the stands into the arena. The fighting competition belonging to Native American culture was revived after hundreds of years, and this time, it wasn't just Native Americans; there were also white people and Latinos.

Boom! A dazzling display of elemental power erupted in the arena.

In the front row of the audience, a girl with long pink hair and fox ears complained, "That's really violent... no wonder she's the most violent of all the gods."

She already knew some things from the goddess of the underworld, and this time, the master of the house had asked her to come and offer her congratulations on the opening of the new era in the United States.

"Sigh, I really want to go back and eat fried tofu as soon as possible," Yae no Miko thought listlessly. She didn't really want to come, but the supernatural world in Japan hadn't developed yet, and there were very few people who could use elemental power. It wouldn't be appropriate for her to participate in a god's celebration, so she had no choice but to come in person.

"Hopefully nothing unexpected will happen in the heat of the moment." Yae no Miko looked at Quetzal, who was grinning excitedly and showing his sharp teeth on the highest throne, and listlessly took a sip of the tropical fruit honey water in front of her.

She had already obtained some speculations about Lord Quetzal's character from Lord Bouyer.

This sun god doesn't really care about other people's feelings when he gets excited.

"Hahaha! Since everyone is so happy, we can't let our guests down." Quetzalcoatl put his hands on his hips, jumped down from his throne, and rushed towards the center of the arena.

With both feet planted on the ground, boom! The center of the arena instantly sank, and cracks spread out in all directions like a spider web.

Quetzal pointed at Yae no Miko, who was thinking about going home to eat fried tofu.

"My good friend from Japan, the fox goddess Yae no Miko, on this auspicious day, let us deepen our friendship through fighting and resonate with each other's hearts as we exchange blows."

"Pfft! Cough cough cough cough." Upon hearing this, Yae no Miko choked on the honey water she had just drunk.

(End of this chapter)