From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 14: Blood Sacrifice

"It was always meant to be a blood sacrifice, where is there any room for compromise?" Outside the room, Bai Yang watched this scene and spoke softly.

Alvin nodded, "Within five minutes of this woman entering this house, she was violated, and the child in her womb died during the beatings she endured!"

"This gang, built on pure malice, never intended to spare her life. How could she possibly watch her beloved reconcile with their enemies?"

Bai Yang nodded, "The moment they captured this mother, it became a fight to the death!"

Hel's idea was actually quite good—if he had controlled Layla immediately instead of waiting for Ivan to die and resurrect before the gang.

But unfortunately, in this gang founded on bloodshed, violence, and profit, there was no such thing as reason.

Therefore, Layla, this strikingly beautiful pregnant woman, naturally became these gang members' plaything.

No one in the Gray Wolf Gang would bother to control this situation, so their fate was sealed the moment Bai Yang bestowed power upon Ivan!

The two continued watching the situation inside the room. Even as they spoke, gunshots and screams continued relentlessly, with fury and fear dancing together!

With his final concern dying, Ivan Ruiz became a War God!Soon, only one panting sound remained in that room. The Gray Wolf Gang had been completely wiped out!

Bai Yang breathed a sigh of relief. With these people dead, his revenge could be considered accomplished.

Actually, the setback he suffered here earlier was quite simple—when he first arrived and couldn't produce identification documents, he was captured as an illegal immigrant!

And this gang specialized precisely in dealing with illegal immigrants!

Bai Yang ran fast and wasn't caught by these people. Thinking back now, he truly felt fortunate.

If he really hadn't escaped, he would have become one of them.

If he hadn't come here personally this time, he probably would never have imagined just how vicious this gang could be.

Looking at it this way, they got what they deserved.

"Your Grace, this amount of Divine Power won't exchange for much Wish Force from them, will it?" Alvin said, "Although the power is genuine, causing their Wish Force to concentrate on Ivan..."

"But there are only a few dozen people here, and we've gained less than 800 points of Wish Force so far. Is this really worth it?"

Bai Yang shook his head. Alvin was an excellent executor, but not much of a thinker.

He spoke softly, "What this bit of Divine Power seeks isn't Wish Force that can break even!"

"Alvin, you need to understand—this is Amerigo, a country that appears incredibly relaxed toward the lower classes, yet is actually intensely oppressive!"

"When something like this happens here, it will definitely alert the authorities!"

"They will arrive here very quickly, then search for all evidence to investigate what happened here!"

Bai Yang's face showed complete confidence, "And we have left them evidence sufficient to prove this incident!"

"Guess what—will they believe it?"

Alvin suddenly understood, "Your Grace, you weren't planning to obtain Wish Force directly?"

"Direct methods yield how much Wish Force? Your Wish Force is still increasing, isn't that from the aftermath in Vespucci Town?" Bai Yang said with a smile, "Their speculation and imagination are what will make them truly believe! That kind of Wish Force is genuinely real and substantial!"

Bai Yang rubbed his temples. All this thinking lately had left him feeling mentally unfocused, "Alright, now let's go find that fragment of lies left behind here!"

"As for everything here... let the bullets fly a while longer!"

...

In the third-floor hall, Ivan had already skewered everyone one by one, like kebabs, sticking them into the ground to form a row of "meat forest."

Only then did he hold his wife, shedding tears of blood!

Men don't shed tears easily, only when truly heartbroken. Clearly, Ivan had reached that point of profound grief.

He was an insignificant person in his tribe, a discriminated race on the streets, an unlucky worker who had his wages unfairly docked, an invisible man that almost no one noticed.

Yet someone like him was captured by the kind-hearted Layla, who planned out his life and future for him.

"Ivan, we'll build a house of our own in the tribe, and our child will go to school instead of staying in the tribe fighting!"

The woman's life plans and beautiful smile in his humble rented room still flashed before his eyes.

Layla was a very cheerful girl who seemed never to have gotten angry. Every time he returned from work, she would prepare food for him and happily bring it over.

She would also return to the tribe to visit his relatives for him, allowing him to work better.

She almost never argued with anyone and had never even blushed in disagreement with him.

Ivan even felt she was the ultimate treasure given to him by the Wisdom God Skaer, so he cherished her immensely.

But now, everything was destroyed.

He had gained the favor of the Sacrificial God, the War God Cocijo, but his beloved, his faith, his everything had already crumbled!

"May the suicide goddess Ixtab bless you, guiding you to the peaceful realm of the dead..."

The man looked at the still-moaning gang members without any other expression, then turned to the nearby tables and chairs.

He picked up the furniture, crushed it, and piled it into a bonfire.

Ivan Ruiz took a bone flute from his chest and began playing a melodious yet sorrowful tune that resonated throughout the space.

Anyone hearing this melody would feel his profound sorrow.

Ivan put away the bone flute and began slowly chanting in their language:

"O ferry woven from smoke,

Please carry Layla Winnonah through the shadows of the birch forest.

Let the beaver smooth the snow between her brows with its tail fin,

Let the badger guide her to find the star path braided with sweetgrass."

Ivan sang such ballads, throwing the wood in his hand into the bonfire before him, then continued singing:

"Twilight undresses her of blood and dust,

Stars will whisper the secrets of the dead country—

At the fork of the never-freezing river,

All wounds will bloom into white flowers."

He took the eagle feather from his hat, gently touched the ground with it, then bowed his head:

"Go, carrying the fragrance of moss trod by deer herds,

The Earth Mother forever holds the song of your blood and bones."

The woman's corpse before the bonfire seemed to come alive in the flickering light, but Ivan knew this was just his illusion.

After completing this prayer, he walked over to the gang leader from earlier, looking at this man who had been impaled alone, and reached into his abdominal cavity to retrieve his heart.

Hel wasn't dead yet, but he might as well have been. He watched himself being disemboweled, just like those he had disemboweled before.

Ivan was performing the sacrificial ritual.

He was a warrior of Cocijo, and he had promised the deity to complete the blood sacrifice.

If he had died, he would have been the final blood sacrifice. Now that he hadn't died, he had to continue.

Another, much larger bonfire was lit. Ivan picked up someone's knife, cut his own wrist, and let blood flow into the flames.

Then, facing the numerous living sacrificial offerings before him, Ivan began his prayer.

"Cocijo!

Arbiter with obsidian pupils,

Devour this betrayer's heart!

Shatter it into flint for the Fifth Sun,

Engrave it upon the ribs of every sinner who defiles the Sun Temple!"

He threw the heart into the fire while simultaneously kneeling and prostrating himself to complete the ritual.

The flames burned even more fiercely as he prostrated himself!

And in Ivan's heart, there was another prayer—one born of his desperate longing!

"Noble Sacrificial God Cocijo, may I see Layla one more time?"

The crackling flames and the blood flowing through the building formed a bizarre and peculiar tableau, transmitting indescribable terror throughout the space.

Meanwhile, Bai Yang, strolling through the slums, also sensed his prayer and said with a smile, "Alvin, give him a response and hope. At the same time, project this scene into the surveillance footage!"