From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 102: The Dawn of the Era of the Extraordinary

Hearing Lincoln's words, Chris asked with a hint of curiosity, "Sir, is the power of this crossbow really that great?"

"Yes, this is my demon-hunting crossbow, the Liberator. I forged its overall shape myself. Later, it received the chanted blessings of a Mayan High Priest, the baptismal engravings of the Archbishop of Trinity Church, and the blessing of a black psychic!" Lincoln declared. "In Richmond in 1864, I used it to shoot and kill the Werewolf leader of that time!"

While everyone's attention was focused on him, the president suddenly flashed a playful smile and showed off a little trick.

He raised the crossbow and proclaimed loudly, "In the name of liberty, draw!"

Right before their eyes, the previously slack bowstring automatically pulled back into a loaded position, leaving the onlookers with expressions of sheer astonishment.

Could this be considered automation from centuries ago?

Baron and Gao quickly stepped forward, preparing to introduce themselves to Lincoln, but their actions were abruptly cut short.

"I can tell exactly who you are, just like the rest of the people around here. Most of you hail from either political families or old aristocratic lineages," Lincoln said, looking at the crowd with a calm indifference. "I don't have time to catch up or chat with you. My time is running out."

"Are you leaving?" Chris asked nervously.

"Yes, I must go. The Price for forcefully descending here is quite immense," Lincoln replied with a heavy tone. He looked at Chris. "Child, I can feel that you have a sincere and kind heart, so I have decided to entrust these items to you."As he spoke, he placed the crossbow named Liberator into Chris's hands, followed by his axe and mask.

"You carry my bloodline and possess a sufficiently strong heart. These are weapons that only you can wield!"

Hearing this, Chris nodded, his gaze profound. Even though he was a young man, he understood that these items represented not just power, but a heavy burden of responsibility.

"You already know how to use the demon-hunting crossbow. As for Abraham's axe, there is no special technique to it; it is a weapon you simply pick up and swing," Lincoln explained. "The key is this silver mask. Its inner lining is engraved with Shawnee anti-curse totems, and the eye holes bear the Stigmata. This is a mask capable of seeing through a Vampire's disguise and pinpointing their weaknesses!"

"Darkness has already descended, and the color of blood will spread across all of America. But we will not give up, and neither will God!"

"This power left behind will be your greatest asset in the fight against the darkness. Vlad III is merely injured; he is definitely not dead. He will continue to create Vampires and might even attempt to resurrect his former kingdom of slave masters. You must remain strictly on guard!"

"I eagerly look forward to the day you become a true Vampire hunter! The moment you become a hunter who guards this nation!"

"Are you ready?"

Faced with such a question, Chris puffed out his chest and declared loudly, "Of course, sir! I swear in the name of God that I will strictly abide by the code, become a Vampire hunter, and fight for this cause for the rest of my life!"

"Excellent, excellent! It is just a pity that because of my descent this time, the backup plan I originally prepared can no longer be used."

Lincoln spoke with a trace of regret. He placed his hand on Chris's shoulder, and then suddenly vanished.

In the spot where he stood, a tiny pinch of ash drifted away in the wind.

Hearing those final words, Gao suddenly jolted into action. He sprinted toward the stone coffin that had been opened earlier, only to jog back moments later looking utterly disappointed.

"His Excellency Lincoln's corpse is gone... Our final contingency plan is gone as well!"

Chris and Baron fell silent upon hearing this. They naturally understood what Gao meant. In the will written on the Parchment Scroll, Lincoln had stated:

"If the sound of a drum echoes from within the coffin when the crimson moon hangs in the sky, you must forge my remaining bones into twelve silver stakes and drive them into the bends of the Mississippi River!"

This was clearly a method he had devised for future generations to resolve or prevent the revival of the Blood Progenitor. But looking at the situation now, that opportunity had slipped away.

The Blood Progenitor had awakened. The crisis meant for this world had already descended!

"President Lincoln's descent completely exhausted the last vestiges of energy within his body," Baron muttered, glaring fiercely at the prominent family members standing before him. "Look at what you've done, gentlemen!"

The people swept by Baron's gaze uniformly lowered their heads.

Of course, this wasn't out of shame. They simply felt there was nothing to say to this young whippersnapper. As families holding genuine power in America, so what if they made a mistake? Could they truly be punished for it?

It was an absolute joke. They were the ones making the rules; who could possibly hold them accountable?

No matter how powerful Golden Hair's family appeared, they were merely temporary overseers. These people were the true masters of the empire, and the young man before them clearly lacked experience.

Consequently, not only did they lack any sense of guilt, but they even began directing their bodyguards and the remaining troops to encircle Gao and Chris!

"Now that you've used those items, it's time to hand them over," Carrier Adams demanded. "Those artifacts cannot be left in your hands for the time being!" As the head of the Adams family, he had luckily been positioned near the back during the recent "buffet" massacre, making him one of the few surviving leaders among the more than thirty families present.

They had just witnessed Lincoln's Combat Power and heard everything he said. Naturally, their greed for these objects possessing mystical attributes had only intensified.

The Vampire's actions earlier had completely shattered their illusions of controlling such creatures. However, if they possessed a power capable of keeping a Vampire in check, didn't that mean they could still touch the realm of Transcendence?

Everyone present was smart. Since they had already offended these people, they weren't afraid of burning bridges completely. So what if he was a descendant of Lincoln?

Even if Chris was the real deal, what did it matter? In a nation as vast as America, would it really be that hard to find another descendant of Lincoln just like him?

Hearing the threat, Baron and Gao looked utterly helpless. The other side had Guns and held the absolute advantage in numbers. Even though they had just saved these people's lives, it seemed their only option now was to raise their hands and surrender.

However, Chris did not share their sentiment. He looked up at the crowd before him, a trace of mockery curving the corners of his mouth. Then, he raised the demon-hunting crossbow, Liberator, and aimed it dead center at Carrier Adams!

"Are you trying to take what my ancestor gave me right out of my hands?"

The moment the demon-hunting crossbow locked onto him, Carrier felt a violent ringing in his head. A colossal mental shockwave erupted straight from the weapon and slammed into his mind.

In the next second, this insufferably arrogant man clutched his head and collapsed limply in front of everyone.

"Argh!" he roared, hoping that screaming would somehow alleviate the crushing pressure inside his skull.

Looking at Carrier's miserable state, the entire crowd instantly fell dead silent. They didn't even dare to fire their Guns. They could only watch as Chris, gripping the demon-hunting crossbow, led Baron and Gao straight through the parting sea of people.

With Carrier unable to speak and the rest too terrified to open their mouths, who would take the massive risk of offending the son of the current Great Leader?

No one was willing to shoulder that responsibility, so they merely watched as the trio got into a car and sped off into the distance.

By the time Carrier recovered his senses, the three of them were long gone. Tracking them down was impossible now; with so much time having passed, even if Golden Hair were a pig, he would have reacted to the situation.

Not to mention, he wasn't a pig, but a formidable political beast who had clawed his way from a commoner to the master of the empire. They had completely missed their window of opportunity.

With a loud smash, Carrier shattered the object in his hand, got into his car, and left, leaving behind an absolute mess and the corpses of hundreds of people.

Many others received phone calls from their families. After hurriedly explaining the situation, they too departed one after another.

Next, they would have to face Golden Hair's thunderous wrath and a turbulent era for their families.

However, they were already mentally prepared for Golden Hair's reaction, so they weren't panicking at all.

A unique consensus had already formed in everyone's mind: with the conclusion of this battle, the era belonging to their great families was truly coming to an end!

The future would be the era of the Transcendent Beings!

Vampires, Werewolves, Knights, Saints, Angels, Demons...

Supernatural creatures had descended upon the world, and Superhuman Beings were continuously emerging. The rules of this world had undergone an Earth-Shattering transformation!

......

As everyone cleared out of the town with the bodies, The Core, who had been sitting on a bench by the town street, slowly stood up and clapped its empty hands.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Following the sound of applause, streaks of white silhouettes suddenly materialized in the once empty and tranquil town, floating blankly in place.

These were the Souls of the people who had just died.

The Core took a deep breath, sucked all these Souls into its own body, and patted its belly in satisfaction.

These were all valuable resources; they absolutely could not be wasted.

All Souls served as provisions and materials for the future establishment of the Nation of the Dead. Bai Yang had left The Core here precisely for this purpose.

As for Bai Yang himself, he had already arrived in Washington D.C., inside the White House.