From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 27: Official Response

"Phew..." In the secret room of the San Diego Police Department, everyone let out a long sigh of relief as they watched the now unblocked church on the screen!

Even though they were among the most powerful people in this state, right now they were acting like fresh recruits.

Newland wiped the sweat from his forehead, then touched his back—his palm came away soaked with sweat.

In just that short period of time, he had been practically drenched in sweat, especially when he saw Gabriel effortlessly melting those clergy members with Holy Flames!

That indescribable fear had almost completely filled his heart!

And only with the complete death of Bishop Ken Burke did he truly understand what divine power really meant.

The aura and pressure brought by Archangel Gabriel's appearance were simply too overwhelming.

None of the people present had any chance to resist; just one glance from him had made them all panic.

If they had really been judged according to the earlier method, everyone present would probably be dead.

They were all embodiments of corrupted capital, having committed more than their fair share of wicked deeds—how could this not terrify them?"Ah! Angels and demons have appeared, along with evil spirits and contracts!" exclaimed Joris, the Los Angeles police chief. "Are we still on Earth?"

He seemed to have voiced everyone's thoughts. They looked at each other, all sharing the same fearful sentiment.

The world was changing too rapidly. It had been an ordinary world just two weeks ago, but now there were angels, demon gods, Native American deities, and demons.

These mythical beings had almost completely dominated their field of vision, constantly subjecting them to various shocks.

This was completely different from the world they normally understood!

"Your Excellency, Governor, what should we do now?" someone asked.

Newland leaned back in his chair. "What can we do? Tell that blond guy to stop fighting with those illegal immigrants—we have new matters to deal with!"

Truth be told, his current exhaustion wasn't unrelated to the recent turbulence in international and national affairs, especially that blond guy who was truly troublesome.

But what could he do? Could he actually start a fight with the other party?

It was just mutual tug-of-war.

But now, they couldn't keep pulling back and forth anymore. The emergence of these supernatural beings had dealt them a heavy blow!

In just a few days, nearly a hundred people had already died!

Unlike street vagrants or illegal immigrants, although the deaths in the "Gray Wolf Gang" didn't matter much, those who died in this Garden Church incident all had specific names.

Each one was a clergy member, each had status. If the Roman Catholic Church headquarters asked about this, it would become another troublesome matter.

In fact, if he hadn't been here watching it himself, he would have found it hard to believe these people died from an angel's judgment!

So Newland simply gave up. That's it—he'd leave the remaining matters to the blond guy.

The other party was the federal leader, while he was just a troubleshooter. He couldn't manage so many things.

Hadn't they noticed only the police chief listened to him? That old guy, the Los Angeles FBI director, was still here pretending to sleep!

"Meeting adjourned! Notify the San Diego Police Department that all documentation from this incident is top secret! If anyone leaks it, they'll face the consequences!"

Newland stood up from his chair and was the first to leave the secret room.

He hurried to secure certain information advantages. No matter what, he needed to establish good relations with the Church first. Otherwise... his family's future might lose its competitive edge because of this.

Moreover, the people to build relationships with shouldn't be those routine bishops or various channel leaders, but rather devout monks like Angus or Caroline who had few connections but genuine piety!

He could foresee that with the appearance of angels and demons, these people would become the Church's true strength, not so-called high-level officials!

He needed to prepare in advance!

At this moment, the conversation between Angus and Caroline happened to reach the topic of "Saintess."

Hearing Angus's words, Newland's steps faltered, and everyone present was momentarily stunned. They all knew this nun's identity—could they use this status to their advantage?

...

News from San Diego was spreading throughout Amerigo.

The White House, the Pentagon, Wall Street, Capitol Hill...

The most powerful people in the entire country were learning about the events here through their own information channels.

Thus, various people's feelers began extending toward this area.

Surprisingly, the blond guy in the White House was the last to know.

"My God!" The blond guy's hair and beard seemed to bristle at this news, his hamburger almost slipping from his grasp before he slammed it upside down on the table. "Is today April Fools'? Or has Newland gone mad?"

"Your Excellency, we've verified this information with some people at the local scene and our staff members!" his chief of staff whispered beside him.

The blond guy understood. He picked up the documents he had thrown aside. "Are these all real? Angels? Demons? Clergy members? And some Saintess?"

"Yes, we had technicians examine the video footage—it's genuinely filmed, with no signs of synthesis!" the chief of staff continued. "Should we send people to verify this?"

Hearing this, the blond guy's expression shifted uncertainly before he finally said, "Invite that Cardinal from the eastern region! I need to ask some questions! Also, call the Attorney General—I need the FBI to help confirm these matters!"

"But don't panic when encountering such things. I'm friends with many bishops—nobody understands the Church better than me!"

Of course he couldn't just rush over like local Newland did. He needed more confirmation.

But at the same time, he had to ensure he could obtain information immediately—sending his own people was necessary!

The chief of staff hurried away, leaving him standing by his desk, watching the pouring rain outside. "Perhaps this is also an opportunity! That guy Newland can't hold on anymore, can he?"

As for whether he believed it? Of course he didn't!

How could the blond guy believe such things? He would only think it was some losers playing tricks. These people were obstacles to making this country great again—he needed to eliminate them all!

"Hmph! Angels, demons... You might as well say former American leaders have been resurrected—that would be more plausible!" he said disdainfully.

...

"Your Grace, today's 'performance' should provide us with sufficient Wish Force for a period of time, just like in Vespuchi Town!" Alvin's voice sounded beside Bai Yang's ear.

Bai Yang nodded. "The process of converting instantaneous Wish Force into fixed Wish Force, under the premise that they're still willing to believe this matter, should last about one to two months! Specifically, we should be able to obtain around fifty thousand more units of Wish Force!"

Actually, whether it was the divine manifestation in Vespuchi Town, this church appearance, or the earlier Gray Wolf Gang killings, the audiences were all quite limited.

After all, his Wish Force wasn't sufficient to perform large-scale actions and phenomena that could cover an entire city. For now, he could only gradually change people's thinking through subtle influence.

Therefore, Bai Yang chose to start with the Catholic Church—in this faith-filled nation, this was the best opportunity.

Now it seemed the effect was indeed good, so he could start considering new locations for Wish Force generation!

Bai Yang watched the still bustling crowds and those reporters frantically questioning passersby to obtain firsthand information, feeling that the prospects looked bright.

Although the San Diego or California official response was swift, almost racing against time to block the entire incident!

However, walls have ears. As today's events concluded, police officers returned home, and those who saw the "abnormal bishop" during the day logged onto social platforms, this information would inevitably leak.

They could temporarily block the news, but the internet isn't completely closed. As more and more information emerged, someone would eventually connect these events!

By that time, he would certainly have accomplished more things.

These reporters who thrived on chaos would collect more information. Once everything exploded, it would become earth-shattering news!

At that time, he would also harvest a massive wave of instantaneous Wish Force.

"Let's go, we're heading to the San Diego Indian reservation!" Bai Yang slowly stepped out from the dozens of meters high building, the glass in front of him seeming nonexistent as he emerged into the high altitude.

Alvin nodded. "Your Grace, they're located about 70 kilometers from downtown San Diego. I've already locked onto their activity range for you!"

"Then let's go!" Bai Yang casually boarded a taxi and asked nonchalantly, "Guess what I'm going to do?"

"You want to gather that tribe's Wish Force?" Alvin guessed.

Bai Yang waved his hand. "No, no, no, I've said it before—everything is for a better tomorrow, not simply harvesting leeks!"

"A powerful Celestial Warrior can already prove the existence of gods!"

"What I need is to plant the seeds of Maya's revival in the hearts of those whose faith has already collapsed!"

"How can a fleeting hope compare to the anticipation of ethnic revival?"