From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 140: You've Crossed the Line, Death God!

As if to reflect those very words, right as Peyton finished speaking, a lightbulb suddenly shattered in the military command room in distant Birmingham!

The scattered shards of Glass struck a nearby desk lamp, knocking it over.

A Military Officer hurriedly reached out to catch the lamp, but accidentally knocked over his own cup. The water spilled across the desk, flowing straight toward a nearby power cord.

At that moment, the Governor was venting his fury in the distance. He slammed his hand fiercely against the table and roared, "What is this Bullshit Sacrifice? And what does that skeleton mean? Can anyone tell me?"

"My commander just died like that? Do all my efforts look like a joke now?"

Of course he was agitated. If those Monsters weren't dead, wouldn't they come back to exact revenge on him?

As his voice fell, he shoved the entire desk forward. The overturning desk pulled at the power cord, causing the seemingly indestructible wire to snap like a cheap, defective product.

The live end of the wire plunged into the puddle of water not far away.

And because the Governor had exerted too much force, he stumbled backward and crashed to the floor, planting his hand squarely into the spilled water!

With a sharp snap of conducting electricity, his body went completely rigid.A scorched scent spread through the room, accompanied by a faint odor of roasted meat...

Staring at the suddenly paralyzed Governor, the surrounding State Government officials, aides, and Military Officers all looked on in sheer disbelief.

This... Did the Governor just die right in front of them?

"Could this... be connected to the Monsters over there?" someone could not help but ask, staring at the skeleton on the screen.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. An inexplicable sense of dread rose in their hearts. Had these Monsters actually learned how to track and strike enemies across the void between worlds?

Or perhaps... this was not a Monster at all, but rather an otherworldly God?

The shadow of death loomed heavily over their heads!

As the body of the now-former Governor was moved aside, a line of cryptic, ancient text appeared on the floor beneath him.

If anyone present understood ancient Mayan, they would have known the text meant: "Those who interfere with death shall be consumed by death!"

But even those who could not read the script knew perfectly well that it had to be connected to that skeleton!

...

No one knew, and no one dared to guess. They could only watch as those spirits slowly departed from the real world, crossing over into the realm of the dead.

Seeing this monstrous, heaven-defying power proceed unstoppably right under the watchful eyes of human armies truly made every spectator realize the vast gap between them and Transcendent Beings!

Among the known Transcendent Beings, Evan certainly could not be considered part of the strong category; in fact, he could even be called weak.

After all, he lacked that Demon's ability to turn intangible, nor did he seem to possess the terrifying might of the Vampire progenitor. All he had was his formidable physical body.

And yet, in the face of a modern army, that physical strength appeared utterly powerless.

But the biggest problem with Transcendent Beings supported by a religious sect was that they never fought alone—there were genuine Gods standing behind them!

He had acquired brand-new powers and abilities. Even death could not make him flinch, and he had the direct attention of a divine entity!

Just like now. The news of the Alabama Governor's passing had spread to the highest echelons of America's leadership in an incredibly short amount of time.

The appearance of those mysterious runes seemed like a silent warning from the deities backing the Original Inhabitants.

A warning telling them exactly what would happen if they truly crossed the line!

All the top officials in America felt a profound sense of suffocation and frustration. They had no other choice; in a situation equivalent to children fighting where the other side suddenly called in their parents, they were genuinely helpless.

Unless they were willing to fully submit to The Church, which might allow them to summon a couple of Angels to hold the line in future battles. However, they were rather reluctant to do that.

However, while they were still agonizing over this dilemma, a new development occurred on the previously quiet battlefield:

An old man leaning on a Crutch slowly approached from a distance, observing everything around him as he walked.

The moment he arrived, everyone's gaze seemed magnetically drawn to him. He became the absolute focal point of everyone's attention.

This natural ability to command universal attention made everyone present realize that the newcomer was likely no Mortal, but yet another Transcendent Being.

It was a deeply peculiar feeling. He looked incredibly ordinary, yet appeared exceedingly elegant as he traversed forward, covering ten meters with a single step until he arrived right at the center of the scene.

At that moment, the final spirit stepped through the special gate. The skeletal frame, which had been standing motionless beside the door, slowly raised its head to meet the arriving old man's gaze. "You've crossed the line, Death God!" the old man said slowly.

"To think that you would be the one to come," the skeleton opened its jaw, emitting a grating sound like bones grinding together. "You interfered with my death curse and interrupted my Ritual, false god! I shall cast you into the Nine Layers of Hell to become a spirit that never sees the light of day!"

Hearing the skeleton's words, the old man's expression remained calm, seemingly entirely unafraid. "You spouted these exact threats a thousand years ago, but evidently, you could not back them up then either, Mictlantecuhtli!"

Hearing its own name, the skeleton showed no emotion, simply stating quietly, "It appears you have forgotten the pain you suffered during the Divine War, Azazel!"

The instant those two names were spoken, the world itself seemed to darken a fraction. All the viewers immediately called for their aides, rushing to investigate the origins of these names.

Golden Hair did not have this problem, as he had directly summoned the Advisory Group of history professors from New York to his side.

Professor Thomas realized the implications almost instantly and exclaimed loudly, "Azazel, the leader of the Paradise Lost rebellion, the chief of the fallen angels, and famously the very first angel to betray God!"

"At the same time, he is an archlord of Hell, one of the most powerful Demons, and one of the seven Satans!"

"When he said Mictlantecuhtli crossed the line, he most likely meant that the other party used the Authority over Death to kill the Governor. On this land, that authority belongs to the Demons!"

Hearing this, Golden Hair frowned slightly. "They are fighting over the Authority over Death on our land?"

He wasn't pleased that the enemy had rivals; he only felt that it was absurd. These Gods and Demons were battling over authority right in his country, yet they didn't even bother to ask for his opinion?

Was America a public bus? Anyone could just hop on, hop off, and snatch whatever they wanted?

But facing a Devout Believer and Bishop like Thomas, Golden Hair naturally couldn't voice those thoughts aloud. Instead, he gave a slight nod. "Doesn't doing so show contempt for The Lord?"

When it came to fanning the flames and stirring up trouble, he was an absolute master. If Angels decided to join in and turn this into a massive free-for-all brawl, that would be even better!

Golden Hair casually issued an order to Qian Si beside him. "Since the Governor has met with an unfortunate accident, have them fast-track the election process and quickly select the next Governor... You know what I mean?"

"Of course, Your Excellency the Great Leader!" Qian Si nodded. "Congressman Harper is an excellent candidate. I think he is perfectly suited to run for the position!"

Both men were seasoned Politicians. In just a few words, they had maneuvered to pocket this stubborn state. Even the descent of Gods to the mortal realm couldn't stop them from reaping their own benefits.

Meanwhile, on the screen, the tension between the two Gods, both possessing authority linked to death, was growing increasingly explosive.

The imminent threat of a massive battle breaking out suffocated everyone present, yet no one dared to breathe a word. They were terrified of drawing the attention of these two heavyweights, knowing a mere shockwave could easily wipe them out of existence.

After a long pause, Death God Mictlantecuhtli sneered, "Rain God Tlaloc and Archangel Metatron just finished sealing their Contract. We simply revealed a tiny sliver of our authority, and yet you couldn't wait to jump out here..."

"I strongly suspect now that you and Yahweh have allied together to set a trap for us!"

"You never had any intention of fulfilling the Contract. One side signs it, while the other steps in to obstruct!"

"How perfectly fitting for the hypocritical nature of Christianity..."

Hearing this statement, not only was Azazel stunned, but the rest of the onlookers were utterly shocked.

Damn it, could such divine Secrets really be spoken aloud so casually? And he openly said "Yahweh"—that was a direct title for God!

Was God directly involved in this matter too?

Wouldn't this enrage that supreme being, causing Him to descend and annihilate them all?

After all, in the Old Testament, He was The Lord who unleashed the World-Ending Great Flood just because of a mere disagreement!

Hearing these piercing words meant to Attack the Heart, the old man leaning on his Crutch found himself in a tight spot. He stared fixedly at his opponent and declared, "It seems we both know that Yahweh wouldn't care about such trifles, but the Angels will not tolerate their Lord being insulted. You are deliberately provoking the Angels to descend!"

"No, I am merely completing the final death Ritual!" Mictlantecuhtli's skeletal jaw cracked open to a wildly exaggerated angle. "Enough talking, Azazel. This time, I am going to rip your head clean off!"

He waved a bony hand, and a terrifying, radiant light swept outward, completely obliterating the old man standing before him!

All the talking had been a smokescreen; only this deadly strike was real!