I sparked a mythological frenzy in Marvel.

Chapter 105 The Verbal Battle

"To say the Holy Son is a cult? Has the Grand Commander lost his mind?"

"I've known all along that the president isn't a good person; he's the one who led the chaos in our country."

"Although the Grand Commander is an idiot, what the hell is Hong Xiuqing? Does Yahweh even have such a son?"

"It must be a monster that appeared in the lab. Damn government, they'll do anything."

"Perhaps there's also poison gas, which caused the entire city to hallucinate. Lord, what kind of country do we live in!"

"Bullshit! I know perfectly well whether it's hallucinations or not. It's clearly this sinful kingdom that forced the Holy Son to come and save us. You bunch of slanderers of the Holy Son will surely go to hell after you die!"

Discussions about this incident are everywhere on the American internet.

Some believe that Yahweh had no son at all, some New Yorkers strongly support the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing, and many more believe that this was an accident caused by the government, and that the poor citizens of New York have become the government's victims.

"Nonsense! What hallucination experiment? It's clearly the descent of a true god!"

Coulson was furious, and Tony's expression was equally unpleasant. After all, they were on the same side, and the president actually said that this was a cult. Wasn't that a slap in his face?

"It's alright. As everyone knows, miracles haven't happened to the entire United States, so it's normal for this politician not to believe it."

Xia Ling casually remarked that it was no use whatever the Grand Commander said, even if he thought it was a cult.

If Coulson, as the governor of New York, decides to do this, the president can't do anything about it.

"I want to give that idiot president a piece of my mind and let him know my stance. I just don't know if this old senile man can still keep up with the times."

Coulson pulled out his phone and started posting on the platform, turning a perfectly good governor into a keyboard warrior in the blink of an eye.

Xia Ling ignored him; it was just a squabble between kids. She didn't care about what the Grand Commander meant by "cult."

Does calling it a cult make it a cult? Has the public approved of it? Has the capitalists approved of it? Has the Pope approved of it?

The appearance of the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing and the miracles he performed have planted seeds of hope in the hearts of the people of New York, a force that no political rhetoric can easily erase.

Once you feel despair strike, and are saved by that warm power, you can never go back.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they frantically pursued that hope.

Whenever despair strikes, the people of New York cannot help but recall the comfort of their beloved son, Hong Xiuqing.

By then, this redemption will be promoted nationwide and even worldwide. With Yawei's skin on the market, the index line will be exceptionally red.

"Tony, you should also give this idiot president a piece of your mind and let him feel the iron fist of capital!"

Upon hearing this, Tony's lips curled into a playful smile. He shook his head slightly, but a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

"Coulson, you're certainly enjoying being a keyboard warrior, but we need to respond to this president's 'brilliant insights' in a smarter way. Directly attacking him may feel satisfying, but it's neither elegant nor persuasive."

"you mean?"

Coulson stopped what he was doing, turned to look at Tony, his eyes full of curiosity.

"We must let the market speak for itself, and let the facts speak for themselves."

Tony stood up, walked to the window, looked at the bustling city outside, and continued speaking.

"The glory of the Holy Son is not confined to one city; it is accompanied by the witness of countless miracles of the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing and the steadfast support of countless believers."

This will be an unprecedented market feast; capital will pour in like crazy because people see hope and a future. Those who question it, including that president, will ultimately become a laughingstock in this historical upheaval.

"You mean you intend to expand and strengthen it? But putting aside whether the Holy Son will perform miracles again, are there really so many disasters in the future?"

Coulson hesitated; he wasn't looking forward to a happy America, but rather to disaster every day.

But will there really be a global catastrophe?

"It will happen."

Xia Ling picked up where she left off, continuing amidst the slightly panicked gazes of the two.

"This is just the beginning. The ancient gods are about to awaken and will descend upon this world once more. The events that have occurred so far are merely a prelude, and things will only escalate from here on out."

Xia Ling's tone became serious, and his gaze was deep, as if he could see through all sorts of future changes.

"The appearance of the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing was not merely accidental; he was ordained by Heaven and could not bear to see the suffering of the people in the lower realms. Therefore, he planned to establish a heavenly kingdom on earth to guide people toward light and salvation."

The two stared at Xia Ling in disbelief; the situation had completely exceeded their expectations.

Tony was alright; his understanding of the magical conch shell and the Book of the Golem made him realize the many disasters to come.

Therefore, he was mentally prepared for the events Xia Ling mentioned.

Coulson, however, stared wide-eyed at Xia Ling in disbelief, as if he had just heard something out of a fantasy.

He never imagined that the world he lived in harbored such profound secrets and impending disaster.

Xia Ling's words were like a key, slowly unlocking the door to an unknown world, giving him an unprecedented sense of shock and unease.

"You mean... those ancient myths and legends are true? The gods are really going to descend again?"

Coulson's voice trembled slightly as he struggled to process the information.

It should be noted that the indigenous people of this land were almost completely wiped out by the country he served.

If these gods were to awaken, wouldn't they unleash a frenzied purge, an eye for an eye? It would be strange if they didn't exterminate the people of this kingdom!

"If those ancient gods truly awaken, and with anger and a thirst for revenge against the past, then America will face an unprecedented crisis."

Coulson's voice carried a hint of urgency and panic.

"Don't be in such a hurry. To put it simply, even if those gods are resurrected, they won't harbor any hatred."

Xia Ling waved her hand, indicating that Coulson was clearly overthinking things.

"I see. Why, why?"

Coulson was puzzled. They had done such cruel things to the natives, yet the gods could forgive them?

"Because the gods don't care. They don't care who serves them. As long as the proper blood sacrifice is not neglected, it doesn't matter if they have a different group of servants."

"I see, then... wait, a blood sacrifice? It can't be..."

Coulson smacked his lips, somewhat incredulous.

(End of this chapter)