From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 20: Possessed by an Evil Spirit

Inside the San Diego Police Department, in a secure room.

It was still the same group of people from the beginning: the branch director of the Los Angeles FBI, the Los Angeles Police Chief, the Mayor of Los Angeles, the Mayor of San Diego, the San Diego Police Chief, the Lieutenant Governor of California... and the highest authority in this region, the Governor!

The only difference this time was that the person presenting at the meeting had changed to San Diego Police Deputy Chief Pierre White.

The footage playing before them showed Ivan Ruiz's frenzied killing and bizarre sacrificial rituals.

Of course, there was one slight distinction - besides them, there was also a folk mythology professor from UC San Diego who had been invited - Peyton Edwards.

Pierre White spoke first, "The situation is roughly like this. The Gray Wolf Gang primarily deals in illegal immigrant trafficking and organ transplant operations. Because they targeted this Native American woman named Layla, they ended up being killed by Ivan Ruiz!"

"According to our analysis, Ivan should have been killed during his first encounter with the Gray Wolf Gang, but was then resurrected by this unknown creature."

"Professor Edwards, could you tell us who this Native American creature appearing in the smoke is?"

Upon hearing his words, most people in the room shifted their attention to the elderly man in his sixties sitting in the corner.

For Professor Peyton Edwards, today's events had truly exceeded the scope of his understanding.He had studied folklore and mythology his entire life, yet never imagined such things could be real!

Resurrection from death, unstoppable power, actual deities appearing... all of this felt miraculous to him.

Rubbing his burning temples, he said, "Based on his appearance, he should be a second-generation deity from the Mayan mythology branch of Native American myths, known as Cocijo - the sacrificial god, war god, and god of destruction of the Cempasúchil God Clan!"

"They were speaking in Native American languages, but these utterances are closer to indigenous dialects. I'm not very familiar with them, so you might need to find a linguist to analyze that further!"

"Professor Edwards, then what exactly is the purpose of his actions?" someone asked.

Peyton looked at the people impaled above and explained, "In Mayan sacrificial culture, live sacrifice is a very high-level ritual ceremony."

"This method allows them to continuously bleed without dying immediately, so he should be using these people to complete the sacrifice to Cocijo."

He adjusted his glasses and continued, "The Mayan sacrificial culture is part of this ethnic group's mythology. Their sacrifices to deities were very common, so there's nothing particularly unusual about that."

"The only unusual aspect might be that this sacrifice is actually real!"

"The Mayans were also the people most fond of live sacrifices and blood sacrifices. They believed this could please the deities and receive blessings."

Listening to his explanation, everyone fell silent.

Finally, the Mayor of San Diego waved his hand, signaling an agent to escort the professor out.

Peyton slowly exited. Now he needed to go sign high-level confidentiality agreements with the police and FBI, along with another employment contract.

As for the remaining people, after a long silence, they all turned their attention to the man in the main seat - the current Governor of California, Newland Halerson.

"Your Excellency, Governor, do you think we should report such matters to the White House?"

Newland rubbed his head, "Report? What do you want me to say? Should I tell that blond guy that a deity from Mayan mythology suddenly appeared in California, and we already have a divine warrior?"

"I might as well tell him angels have descended - at least he'd believe that!"

Hearing this, Pierre White couldn't help but say, "That might not be a bad idea... Father Angus is still resting in the San Diego Garden Church right now!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned. Was someone really daring enough to joke with the Governor in this situation?

Then they turned and saw it was Pierre, this soon-to-retire troublemaker, and immediately lost their temper.

The man was about to retire - could they really make things difficult for him? They were all from the same faction. If you dared retaliate after someone retired, don't complain when others retaliate against you after you retire.

So Pierre White truly had nothing to fear!

Newland waved his hand, "First go find him! Whether he's in California or has run to neighboring Baja California, find him for me! But don't act rashly - a superhuman who can resist bullets isn't someone we can easily handle!"

"Yes!" Hearing this, everyone finally nodded and prepared to take action.

Just at that moment, Pierre beside them suddenly received a phone call, "Hello... What? What do you mean... the Bishop is streaking on the street?"

Hearing his words, everyone in the conference room turned their heads toward him, but Pierre was still in shock and hadn't processed it yet, "And he's streaking backwards? What does backwards streaking mean?"

Then he hung up the phone and looked at the Governor before him, "Your Excellency Newland, the department has a video to send over!"

"Play it!" Newland said decisively, "The Bishop you mentioned - is it Los Angeles Bishop Jared Brian, or San Diego Bishop Ken Burke?"

"It's Ken Burke!" Pierre quickly said, then activated the projector in his hand. The next second, as the image gradually appeared, they finally saw the specific scene.

On the streets of San Diego, a completely naked man was rapidly crawling on all fours.

If that were all, it would just be cross-dressing or some mentally disturbed person - quite common in this city.

But they could see that this naked man was actually crawling backwards - back facing the ground, face toward the sky, crawling in reverse!

His hands and feet showed a very bizarre reverse-twisted state, as if both his hands and feet had been folded backwards.

And his eyes were completely pitch black - neither whites nor pupils were visible, only that terrifying abyss-like darkness.

His chubby body showed no warmth, only that exaggerated horror that seemed inhuman.

And such a terrifying monster was actually running on the streets, causing crowds of people to scream and shout - this was what made everyone's hearts race.

"This is bad!" Pierre White said, "Your Excellency Governor, Your Excellency Mayor, it seems we must take measures! Otherwise, if someone films this and puts it online, we won't need to prove to the President whether this is real or not!"

"Too late!" Newland took out his phone, showing them the news on it, "Several minutes ago, people had already posted this news on both X and TikTok!"

"And given our relationship with them, we can't block these messages!"

As a Governor who frequently guides public opinion on social platforms, Newland's thinking was more accurate, "The San Diego Police Department will directly mobilize all city police to block the streets and ensure safety in surrounding areas. If necessary, they can open fire!"

"I will notify the National Guard to enforce martial law. If the situation really goes wrong, they will intervene immediately!"

"Deputy Chief Pierre, take your people to the scene immediately and get our Bishop Ken Burke under control first! Even if we can't control him, we must let our citizens know that our police arrived immediately!"

Upon hearing his orders, everyone stood up and quickly began taking action!

Only Governor Newland remained sitting in place, painfully holding his head, "Forget it... this matter can't be hidden anyway, so let that blond guy deal with the headache!"

...

In the tallest office building in downtown San Diego, Bai Yang drank black tea while watching Ken Burke madly running on the ground below, nodding with satisfaction.

"That child will be discovered by patrol officers, Your Grace. They will also discover the pentagram that appeared in the basement!" Alvin whispered the next arrangements in his ear.

"Hmm... then this time, enough people should have seen it, right?" Bai Yang said.

"Yes, Your Grace, but most of those who saw it won't think it's some evil spirit, nor will they believe it's some kind of ghost or monster, so the Wish Force increase is very small!" Alvin reminded, "We still have three points of Divine Power and thirty-five thousand points of Wish Force remaining. In this situation, it's not enough to do anything major!"

"Don't rush, don't rush!" Bai Yang held his teacup, smiling cheerfully, "The actors haven't taken their positions yet, so why the hurry?"

"When the actors take their positions, our Wish Force will surge at a frantic rate!"

"They will automatically help us continue the story, thus becoming even more convinced about many things!"

Bai Yang was very confident, "As long as the story is complete, someone will help us fill in the gaps with their imagination!"

"Your foresight, Your Grace!" Alvin bowed his head.