From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 159: I Want to Report!

Previously in the Swedish Parliament, although these right-wingers had constantly jumped up and down, eager to expel the foreigners and achieve their national revival, they had never dared to spout such brazen rhetoric as they were doing now.

After all, anyone with half a brain knew that in the grand geopolitical chess game of Europe, a small nation like Sweden—with a population of less than ten million—was essentially nothing more than a mere appetizer on the board.

Though it was once the undisputed hegemon of Northern Europe, it now survived only by bowing to the whims of others.

Within this parliament, the only people who firmly stood for the country were, in fact, this group of right-wing nationalists. As for the rest, rather than calling them citizens of this nation, it would be more accurate to describe them as anchor points for the major global powers.

Previously, this state of affairs naturally left Eric and his peers completely powerless. They were few in number and possessed meager influence; their sole ambition was to assume power and fulfill their primary objective—expelling the refugees.

This was precisely why they had managed to garner a certain degree of support from the citizens!

But now, everything was different. They saw a much grander hope, along with a vastly greater source of support!

Eric stood before the parliament and loudly declared, "Did you see that? The majority of the people on that ship are our citizens! They are our compatriots!"

"And what about the people guarding them? They are from Central Asia, from North Africa! They are the very refugees who take our money, run rampant in our country, and subject our people to such deep humiliation!"

"While our citizens were suffering, what were all of you doing? Hmm?""You were making excuses for them! You were reducing their sentences! You were squandering the citizens' trust in our Government!"

"All of this must change! If it doesn't, Niolde, that mighty God, might truly bring the ocean waves crashing down upon us next time!"

"When that happens, the devastated city won't be Malmö, it will be Stockholm!"

"Or do you genuinely believe you can escape the punishment of a God?"

His words struck everyone present like a thunderbolt, leaving them utterly speechless!

The live broadcast was like a sharp knife, slicing through the whitewashed facade to bloodyly expose all the filthy, self-serving corruption rotting at the core of this nation.

If this had happened before—even just a few hours prior—Eric would never have met a good end.

These parliament members, who had climbed to power by riding the coattails of left-wing liberals, feminism, and animal protection—leveraging the influence of foreign powers over this nation—would have used parliamentary rules to teach him a harsh lesson called politics!

Unfortunately for them, the God and the Divine Miracle displayed on the screen right before their eyes completely crushed any such notions!

Politics, public opinion, systemic advantages... in the face of absolute power, weren't they all just utter nonsense?

Standing before the assembly, Eric used his youthful vigor, his soaring fighting spirit, and his fierce devotion to his native bloodline to completely turn the tide of this meeting!

"We should embrace them! We should return to our glorious past, and we must reforge the memories that rightfully belong to us!"

"We are Vikings of the sea! We are warriors forged in the blizzards! Our domain is the entirety of Northern Europe, not this mere corner we occupy today!"

Hearing these words, all the parliament members who weren't tangled up in the profit chain of the human trafficking ring sharply raised their heads. There was a deeper meaning hidden in this man's speech!

Sure enough, his next sentence arrived, dripping with an unparalleled, fanatical intensity!

"You must understand, the Aesir Gods do not only have our nation as a bedrock of faith. Norway, Finland, Denmark, Iceland... which of them doesn't claim to be the true homeland of the Vikings? Which of them isn't a nation built on the worship of Odin? If they catch wind of this, or worse, if they invite the Āsathrú to their shores..."

This single statement was more effective than ten thousand of his previous words. Countless people instantly looked up in alarm.

Politicians were just like that. Letting America, Great Britain, France, or Germany step on their heads was perfectly normal; after all, it had been that way for centuries.

But letting their immediate neighbors step on their heads? Absolutely unacceptable! They were Sweden, the home of the father of dynamite, the true ancient overlord of Northern Europe. Such an insult could never be allowed!

Consequently, they even began openly discussing the procedures for aligning with the Āsathrú, completely ignoring the people around them and the livid, ashen face of the Prime Minister.

But these people could do nothing more than change their expressions. Looking at the Āsathrú members continuing their Sacrifice on the screen, they couldn't muster even a shred of vindictiveness. Only overwhelming terror remained in their eyes.

To the upper echelons of society, this world actually held no secrets. Naturally, they had heard the news of the Demon in America who was liquidating the Department of Veterans Affairs. That entity was merely a Demon, yet it had already left those officials with nowhere to run!

And here, the one locking its sights on them was an actual God!

What should they do? They plunged into a long, profound silence.

......

"Yes, exactly like that!" Watching the video feed transmitted from the parliament, Bai Yang couldn't help but chuckle.

As the saying goes, money bolsters a hero's courage, but power is what forms the backbone of a nation.

This power didn't even need to originate from within themselves; it could come from anywhere. As long as they could borrow it, that was more than enough!

Observing the pivot of this country's highest governing body, he could already envision the convergence of faith within this nation. He saw the crystallization of Wish Force, the manifestation of Divine Power, and realized that the establishment of the entire Norse and Germanic Divine Pantheon would be deeply tied to this very assembly!

"Sometimes, those major powers aren't so great after all!" Bai Yang murmured with a smile. If he tried to pull a stunt like this in Germany, it might not yield the same spectacular results as it did in Northern Europe. After all, those nations had been entrenched in Christianity for far too long, making such a drastic pivot much harder to accomplish.

He shifted his gaze back to the ocean. With the appearance of the God named Niolde, many of the Original Inhabitants along the entire beach had already fallen to their knees!

Once again, no one was a fool. Everyone could deduce the potential consequences of these events, so many fervently hoped that they might truly become God-Chosen.

In countries with such a rich atmosphere of faith, this sentiment was only magnified. Meanwhile, the surrounding tourists acted as objective spectators, streaming and uploading everything happening here onto an internet that was already boiling over with uproar.

However, the majority of eyes were still glued to the massive boulder. The Ritual was not yet over; their ultimate moment had not yet arrived.

Freya led the numerous Faithful behind her—who, guided by the Divine Miracle, were practically overflowing with pride and fanaticism—and began the final proclamation!

"Oh, shattered and scarred realms!

Watch as the morning sun is birthed from Odin's eye socket—

The scars of the Nine Realms are the golden threads with which we reweave the Universe!"

Lova chanted, Freya murmured her prayers, and Percival bared his chest wide, pouring out every ounce of his being as if offering up the entire world!

Behind them, the flock of Faithful they had gathered over the past month all echoed this unique, sacred prayer.

At the climax of this prayer, Freya delivered the ultimate conclusion:

Gripping the Eye of the Raven and a sprig of mistletoe in her hands, she traced a profound, arcane trajectory through the air. A glowing runic script belonging to the King of the Gods was written across the sky:

"The blood and bone of the Gods breathe anew within the mistletoe!

Oh, Grimnir! The oath of the Spear shall never sleep!"

Behind her, Lova, acting as The Saint, dropped straight to his knees. Taking the mistletoe and the Raven's Eye from her hands, he faced the radiant light descending from the heavens and unleashed the most thunderous voice of the ceremony!

"Before Haimudaer's Horns sound,

We shall perpetuate the Wild Hunt—

Until a new world dawns from the ancient bones!

For the silver-crowned monarch of Asgard,

We offer a crown forged of skulls and poetry!"

Because these words were spoken by The Saint, their resonance was unprecedented. The booming voice sang in the ears of everyone present and echoed violently within the walls of every building!

The prayer even carried over the horizon, causing countless busy city dwellers to stop dead in their tracks, staring blankly as they listened to the reverberating sound!

And right at that moment, an even greater Divine Miracle descended once more!

The clouds high above slowly began to gather. Few noticed it at first, until Lova tilted his head up, prompting everyone around him to raise their eyes and stare into the heavens.

They watched the clouds in the sky. Right before their very eyes, the drifting wisps merged to form a colossal eye. And within that eye, an endless cascade of runes blossomed!

A single eye, mystical runes... With such glaringly obvious traits, any local who still couldn't identify the entity didn't deserve to call themselves a Northerner.

At the very least, those kneeling on the ground knew exactly what it was. The eye manifesting among the clouds was unmistakably the single eye of Odin!

At that exact moment, City Councilor Don Nottingham, who had just driven to the seaside, witnessed the spectacle as well. He beheld the awe-inspiring gaze that felt like a God descending upon the mortal realm!

Abandoning all other thoughts, he ditched his car and sprinted all the way onto the bridge, shouting at the top of his lungs toward the crowd ahead:

"Respected Witch! Respected excellencies of the Āsathrú! I want to report! I wish to atone for my crimes! That human trafficking criminal, the mastermind behind it all, Member of Parliament Hannah Noli, has fled!"

"She's fleeing out of the country, most likely heading to America! I hope this information can be of assistance to you!"