From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 122: The Lord's Messenger, He Walks Upon the Earth!

Meanwhile, on the Florida interstate, Alex Sheffield was driving his car, speeding rapidly in this direction.

He drove exceptionally fast, pushing the vehicle to its absolute limit, tempting the nearby state troopers with speed radars to pull him over.

However, his speed was so immense that he blew right through their jurisdictions in a flash, leaving many officers with no choice but to watch helplessly from behind.

But inside the car, Alex was in no mood to celebrate. He appeared irritable, seemingly muttering to himself, "How exactly are you going to prove to me that you are this supposed God of Rain? I have only ever heard of the Feathered Serpent God, and his name is not Quetzalcoatl, it is Kukulkan!"

Then, within the empty cabin, a very gentle voice resonated. "You are not wrong. After all, we are actually the same group of beings; we merely possess different authorities and identities in your world!"

"Just like Quetzalcoatl, who is also Kukulkan. In Incan mythology, he is even known as Chuzcut... These are nothing more than our various identities and personas!"

Hearing this, Alex asked curiously, "Does that mean you also have an identity in Mayan Mythology?"

"Yes, I am Chaac, and I am also Tlaloc. There really is not much of a difference!" the voice replied. "It all depends on which identity we wish to assume. A God has a myriad of forms; this is but one of them!"

"For instance, in certain other worlds, I am not the God of Rain, but the God of Fire, the God of Wind, or even the God of World Creation! In our Divine Pantheon, divine portfolios are quite broad concepts."

Alex continued driving, listening to these revelations, feeling as though his entire Worldview had been completely shattered in this single moment.In truth, this was not his first time conversing with the God residing inside his body.

After returning to New York and capitalizing on the Volcano Incident to broadcast the Battle of Celestial Gods in Luo City, Alex had experienced drastic Great Ups and Downs in his life!

He became a star reporter and achieved the class leap he had always desired. The recordings of that grand battle sold countless copies instantly, propelling him to the status of a Gold Medal journalist at his news agency.

Furthermore, because he had personally experienced that extraordinary event, many prominent figures, such as wealthy elites and politicians, specifically invited him over to learn the truth of what had happened.

During that period, he truly became a Rising Star, the brightest new talent in the entire New York News industry.

Then, naturally, things took a sharp downturn. He soon realized that, aside from that single scoop, he had absolutely no other noteworthy News to offer.

His interviews were unexceptional, and his writing lacked finesse. He was quickly stripped of his newfound prestige, reverting to the invisible nobody he had been before, left with only the modest sum of money he had managed to save.

Alex could not accept this massive fall from grace, so he sought out sensational News. He went looking for the widely rumored Werewolves roaming the streets—and then he died. A Werewolf had ripped his throat out, leaving him to bleed out on the sidewalk.

However, he came back to life. Only after his resurrection did he discover that a deity was actually residing within his body—a being named Tlaloc, the God of Rain from Aztec mythology.

It was this very entity who had resurrected him and given him a mission: to travel to The South, to Miami.

Alex was a man who knew how to show gratitude; otherwise, he would never have managed to grow from a South American mixed-race kid into a major newspaper reporter.

But just as they were approaching Miami, Alex heard a News broadcast on the car radio:

"A sudden Tsunami has struck Miami, but thanks to the Great Leader's incredible foresight, we have averted catastrophic losses. Once again, we have won!"

"Next up is a speech from the Great Leader. We will once again win the war against this natural disaster. Do not worry, we will keep winning!"

Alex automatically tuned out the broadcast's obsessive winning rhetoric and furrowed his brows. "It looks like we cannot go to Miami anymore. The Tsunami is already here!"

"That is exactly why I need you to go!" the voice echoed through the cabin once more. "You have no choice. Keep driving, we are almost there!"

Alex nodded helplessly. It was true; he really had no choice. The deity had already revived him once, so his life no longer truly belonged to him anyway.

The Humvee roared as it accelerated once more, driving down the lonely highway.

...

Miami, by the sea.

Despite the roaring impact of several missiles, the giant serpent known as Atlas was, unsurprisingly, completely unharmed.

However, the survivors on the beach were not so lucky!

The powerful shockwaves from the missiles had inflicted pain upon the massive serpent. It thrashed around, searching for its attacker, but found no obvious target.

Unable to locate whatever had struck it, the creature turned its gaze back to the golden barrier. The probing curiosity in its eyes had vanished, replaced by an extreme, wrathful frenzy.

Without a second thought, its colossal body slammed directly toward the gathered crowd!

"Boom!" A deafening crash erupted as the giant serpent's immense bulk collided head-on with the golden shield. With just that single impact, Angus, who had been standing firmly a moment before, instantly collapsed to the ground!

"Lord Bishop!" "Your Eminence!"

The Believers surrounding him, already wearing expressions of deep concern, now stared at him in sheer panic, unsure of what had just happened to him.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Angus hacked up traces of blood from the corner of his mouth and forced himself back to his feet. "I am fine. It is just a minor side effect!"

He raised his head, gazing at the massive sea serpent that had been repelled back into the ocean by the barrier's counter-force, his heart pounding violently in his chest.

His reassurance was merely meant to comfort the crowd. In reality, this was the severe backlash of forcefully executing the Ritual. A burden that was meant to be shared among numerous Monks, various Clergy members, and even Holy Relics powered by Faith in Heaven, was now a crushing weight he had to bear entirely on his own!

And that recent collision made him agonizingly aware that the shield's defense was directly depleting his personal life force.

'I cannot wait any longer!' Angus made his decision. If he continued to delay, he would eventually fail to hold on. The shield would shatter, the Tsunami would crash down, and out of the tens of thousands of people gathered here, very few would survive.

Therefore, he had to step outside. Whether to lure the giant serpent away or simply to buy more time, he had to leave the barrier!

With this thought in mind, Angus began walking toward the edge of the beach. Directly ahead of him was the serpent's towering body, slithering back down.

Watching his determined strides, someone seemed to realize his intentions and cried out, "Bishop, are you going out there?"

Angus offered a gentle nod. "Yes, I am stepping out! It is safe in here. If you all stay, you should be able to survive!"

"If we survive, what about you?" There was never a shortage of pure-hearted people anywhere. Seeing Angus's resolute demeanor, they guessed what he was planning. "Are you going to die?"

"I will not die. I will ascend to the Heavenly Kingdom to serve The Lord!" Angus declared. "You must remain in the mortal realm to atone for your Sins, but I have already completed everything required for my redemption!"

Though he phrased it beautifully, everyone understood the grim reality—he was walking out there to sacrifice his life.

The crowd fell into a solemn silence, and then began to pray for Angus:

"May The Lord in Heaven see us walking upon the earth, see us honoring Him as one, see us saving the multitudes on the ground..."

"The Lord's messenger, he walks upon the earth, fulfilling Your will, as it is in Heaven!"

Angus solemnly traced a cross over his chest, bowed deeply to the congregation, and stepped beyond the protective barrier.

As he walked, brilliant streaks of holy light pulsed from his body, and his voice resonated clearly in everyone's ears:

"The Horns have sounded at the peak of Zion!

Behold, Jehovah's flaming chariot rolls through the Valley of the Shadow of Death,

The wind of the Holy Spirit tears through the veil of Lies,

The wings of Angels brush away the tears of the Lamb—

Today, we crush the head of the ancient serpent!"

As he spoke these words, a path of radiant light materialized beneath his feet, and a blinding, majestic aura flared into existence behind him!

"For Christ also hath once suffered for Sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God."

The words of the First Epistle of Peter were sung from his lips, that boundless courage acting as the sole driving force pushing him forward!

"Listen! The thunder of victory resounds from the pillar of cloud:

'Do not be afraid! For I have overcome the world.'

Look! The fire of the Altar ignites the vanguard's banner:

'The dead shall hear the voice of the Son of God, and they that hear shall live.'

—Amen! Thy kingdom come!"

As he delivered his final prayer, his figure appeared impossibly towering and magnificent in the eyes of all who watched. The holy light gathered into his body, and Faith blossomed radiantly upon his chest.

And behind him, everyone gazed upon his retreating back, their expressions filled with a devotion akin to a holy pilgrimage!