From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 135: Blood Sacrifice to the Eagle God, Human Sacrifice to K'ak' Tiliw

"In the Mayan, Aztec, and Inca civilizations, there are only two inescapable things: war and sacrifice!"

Bai Yang spoke slowly. In front of him, a special Great Net emerged in the void, annotating all the information regarding the indigenous gods.

"Crown, everyone in America has been startled by this live stream!" Alvin said. He no longer mentioned the exact amounts of God Power and Wish Power. The vast majority of the Wish Power in this country simply couldn't be gathered into their hands.

However, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and even millions of points of Wish Power were floating above several major cities in this country!

It wasn't just this city. As Bennett Angus's display of a Divine Miracle spread across the world, almost every city with Divine Faith in Christ saw Wish Power of varying sizes appear and condense.

This Wish Power would wait for Bai Yang's arrival to be gathered, or it would be condensed due to his certain designs. This was actually more suitable than simply absorbing it into his Godhood.

"Isn't that wonderful? The context of this civilization can also be traced back thousands of years. Plus, because they had almost no ability to record their own history, the history of these people is more like a little girl I can dress up however I please!"

Bai Yang tapped on the Great Net, watching its nodes light up one by one, feeling incredibly pleased.

Compared to the complete history of Christianity, where he could only exploit loopholes in various rules, histories, and decrees, the history of these Native Americans was exceedingly simple.

These people firmly believed in the things he fabricated and harbored absolutely no doubts about the various Oracles."It's just a pity that there are a bit too few Original Inhabitants here!" Bai Yang said with some regret.

Even now, this country had fewer than three million Original Inhabitants, and the vast majority of them were of mixed heritage. This led to wavering Divine Faith and impure bloodlines, which in turn made the Wish Power thin.

Not to mention, many mixed-race individuals outright refused to acknowledge themselves as Tribe members, making the Divine Faith here appear even more dull and barren.

"To think we actually don't have enough people for Igniting Divine Fire. How truly fascinating!" Bai Yang remarked. "It seems the people in South America should start making their move as well!"

Alvin nodded. "If you wish to go about Igniting Divine Fire with the highest proportion of The Faithful and establish the Inca and Mayan Pantheon, you indeed need a sufficient Population to achieve this!"

"But you need not worry. Over half of the Population in South America possesses indigenous bloodlines—they won't mind the return of their Gods!"

Bai Yang smiled. "That's exactly right. The majority of mixed-race individuals should be willing to return to the embrace of the Gods. After all, they never received any good fortune when they placed their Divine Faith in Christ!"

His gaze turned downward. Following Evan's movements, quite a few uninvited guests suddenly appeared in this originally quiet school.

...

Jeff and his Assistant hid on the second floor of the school, poking their heads out to look at the people in the school plaza, feeling nothing but horror.

Because they saw the "Human Strings" being brought in one by one by a man dressed as an Indigenous American, and they heard the agonized wails and weeping coming from their mouths!

Yet this was not the end; rather, it was merely the beginning. These were just the "dead." Soon, they saw a pair of Eagle Wings grow from the Indigenous American man's back. He then soared into the high heavens, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

By the time he reappeared, he held even more people in his hands. Bound by Feathers and Flint, they were tossed onto the plaza.

He made several back-and-forth trips like this, leaving the two onlookers utterly terrified!

"Boss, is this... their Transcendent Being?" the Assistant asked in astonishment.

They had both seen Paladin Leon and Saint George, but this was their first time seeing a Transcendent Being from the Indigenous American system.

Jeff gave a slight nod. Looking at the silhouette that had vanished over the horizon, he whispered, "Is this one of the sponsors we contacted earlier? Do you remember?"

Hearing Jeff say this, the Assistant looked up and made a careful comparison. "It really is. They are one of the sponsors... Does that mean they are the Mastermind?"

"Most likely. Did you hear the Gun shots outside just now? I feel like something else happened out there, which is why a Transcendent Being was alerted!"

Their speculations were meaningless. Under such a terrifying situation, the two didn't even dare to move; they could only lie prone and watch.

They watched as the Transcendent Being returned, saw the group of people dangling from his grasp, and noticed that he finally came to a halt.

This Transcendent Warrior glanced up at the two of them and shouted, "Come down!" Only then did they obediently descend from the upper floor and approach Evan.

"On you, I sense goodwill belonging to Mictlan. You shall live!" Evan declared. "Go and bring all the bones you found right here!"

He wasn't requesting; he was commanding. But the two had no other choice.

Thus, under the watchful eyes of those bound captives, the two figures who had previously appeared on the live stream began their macabre labor.

Evan nodded in satisfaction. Turning around, he uprooted two trees in the abandoned school and casually tore some metal bars off an iron fence, using them to construct a small Pyramid right on the spot.

He brutally splintered the two trees into wooden fragments, piling them atop the Pyramid.

Next, standing before these bound, speechless people, he offered his prayer:

"Thou art the king who soars the skies, sending down the Divine Thunder of judgment, granting the wish that blood must be repaid in blood!"

He wasn't a professional in conducting a Sacrifice, so he didn't have many liturgical words—only pure, simple prayers.

But since he was favored by the Eagle God, the moment those words left his lips, a terrifying boom of Divine Thunder rang out from the sky. It struck straight down onto the Pyramid pile, igniting the wood.

Seeing this, everyone was jolted awake. They stared dumbfounded at the blazing fire, rendered entirely speechless.

As for the bound captives, they felt their impending doom and struggled desperately, frantically trying to survive.

Evan paid them absolutely no mind. Instead, he strode straight out of the school and headed to where his dead tribesmen lay, preparing to carry them up as well.

Naturally, this scene attracted the attention of the people at the bottom of the hill. Whether it was the police, the gawking bystanders, or the local agents dispatched to the scene, all of them noticed the descending Divine Thunder.

In this Era of the Extraordinary, everyone's hearts skipped a beat. A few individuals took advantage of the commotion to break through the police perimeter, wanting to see what was happening inside.

Seeing that they couldn't hold the crowd back, the police stopped trying. They had been blocking the area for so long; surely whatever was happening inside had to be over by now, right?

So, they moved forward together, trekking up the small path—only to encounter corpses littered all across the ground!

"Are these... the bodies of those Indigenous Americans?" The first thing to enter their sight was the ground covered in corpses. Dozens of people who had been vibrant and alive just moments ago were now bloodstained bodies collapsed on the dirt.

Under the harsh glare of flashlights, their appearances looked infinitely gruesome!

Everyone froze. This group of people had been perfectly fine just a moment ago. How did they suddenly die?

They couldn't come up with an answer, but the clicking of Cell Phones and camera shutters continued incessantly—until they laid eyes on Evan, dressed in his resplendent traditional attire.

The man, garbed as an Indigenous American, walked over from the distant buildings and performed an act of "aerial transport" right in front of them!

He directly tossed out Feathers, placing the corpses upon them one by one.

Even though they were merely small Feathers, they were able to support the weight of so many bodies floating in the air. In the dark of the night, it looked as terrifying as the descent of malicious spirits!

This action silenced everyone present. Having watched Jeff's live stream, they subconsciously assumed this might be one of the ghosts from within, gathering the remains of its tribesmen.

As Evan walked forward, they crept along behind him. When Evan stepped inside the walls, they followed and peeked into the enclosure.

Then, cries of horror and the sounds of vomiting erupted outside the walls. These nosy bystanders had absolutely never expected to witness such a horrifying spectacle!

Inside the walls, the very first thing to meet their eyes were the corpses of over a dozen Mercenaries. These men had been disemboweled and hung up, their grisly eyes and expressions of unwilling resentment staring right back at the crowd!

"These people have been spoiled by the rules of this era!" Up in the sky, Bai Yang shook his head and commented, "This won't do. In the Era of the Extraordinary, there are no protective rules. In the eyes of a God, there is certainly no such thing as tender sentiment!"

"This is the era of the Original Inhabitants. It is the domain of the Mayan Gods. It is the live broadcast of the Blood Sacrifice to the Eagle God, Human Sacrifice to K'ak' Tiliw!"

After he finished speaking, amidst the alarmed gasps of the onlookers, Evan raised the obsidian dagger in his hand and plunged it into the chest of a man in front of him. "This is divine punishment upon the slayers!"