From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 30: How Can Anyone Be This Unlucky?

San Diego, in front of the Apache Tribe, a group of people stood firm.

"Sir, I'm a little scared..." Austin Nash said, "I heard the elders of this tribe are very brutal!"

Gallo Simmons didn't care, "What's there to be afraid of? We're not here to kill anyone, we're here to negotiate terms!"

Although Gallo wasn't actually satisfied with this subordinate, since he had gotten used to working with Austin and found him comfortable to use, he had conveniently requested to have him back.

Right now, they were waiting for another team of members, specifically a group of combat personnel assigned to them by the San Diego Police Department, to assemble.

Gallo actually felt that combat personnel weren't necessary. Even if these Native Americans were brutal, would they really dare to attack a federal team? Did they have a death wish?

Therefore, he was quite calm.

Austin was still worried, "Sir, do you think we won't encounter something again this time? Like what happened a couple of days ago..."

Gallo waved his hand and shook his head, "How could we be unlucky that many times? Besides, do you think mystery and supernatural are like common cabbages? That you can have them whenever you want?"

He had only experienced it once in his entire life. With twenty years left until retirement, he might not experience it again.He believed this was just a simple stability investigation. Their main purpose in coming was to become that "target."

To tell the tribe members and those coming here that the Federation was watching this place, to prevent them from messing around, that was all.

Therefore, Gallo could even watch with interest as those bizarrely dressed tribal elders or chiefs wearing colorful patterned headdresses entered the Native American reservation before them.

Passing through these monitoring points, if viewed from the air, one could clearly see that around the entire reservation, there were six similar monitoring stations.

These six stations completely covered all entrances and exits of the entire area, and no movement could escape their eyes.

But this scene was also captured by a drone in the air.

The person controlling the drone was a young man from the Apache Tribe, a famous Native American influencer on social media.

His camera was connected to the drone, and he also streamed the footage to his live broadcast room.

"Oh, by the Feathered Serpent God! Do you see this? Just our tribal gathering has made these damned federal greyhounds rush to our doorstep eagerly!"

Brem was the young man's name. He became popular by igniting hatred between their people and the authorities, so cursing these "grey-skinned dogs (police)" was his daily routine in his live streams!

After hearing that the tribe was going to convene such a large sacrificial ceremony, Brem knew very well that this was an extremely important moment.

For his live streaming career, this was undoubtedly a great opportunity!

He clearly knew that this event would ignite another wave of popularity in already bustling California!

If successful, he could transform from a small influencer with just over a hundred thousand followers into a genuine big blogger with millions of followers, standing at the interface of "changing his destiny"!

However, perhaps because he usually cursed these officials too much, his live stream platform fans weren't interested in his daily rants, but were instead more curious about the current situation within the tribe!

"Thank you for the gifts, everyone. Let me see what the richest big brother wants to watch? As long as you send money, even if you want me to use the drone to scalp those grey-skinned dogs right in front of them, I'll do it!" Brem shouted loudly, creating show effects and attracting more additional traffic.

"Want to know what's happening on the high platform now? Arranged!" Brem switched to his handheld camera perspective, handing the drone over to his assistant.

"Now we can see that the original casino has been dismantled. The location where the casino stood has become a similar high platform!"

"Wow, this casino was originally built in the style of a Maya pyramid, so it can perfectly be used for the sacrificial ceremony now!"

"Yes, according to Elder Carl's instructions, after everyone assembles today, we will restart the sacrificial ceremony to worship our tribal deities, specifically the legendary Maya Pantheon!"

He shouted loudly, "This will be the first and largest Maya Tribe sacrificial ceremony since the new century. I heard that even the sacrificial offerings and rituals have been prepared this time!"

Hearing this, clearly more people in the live stream became interested. They sent gifts, hoping Brem would go closer for a better look.

"Go closer? No, no! I can't go there. That's a place only for elders, priests, and chiefs!"

Although he acted tough in the live stream, Brem wasn't stupid. He clearly knew the rules.

Live streaming now was fine. After all, the ancient rituals had no rules against live streaming.

But if he dared to take one step inside, those tribal elders and priests would truly dare to throw him in for a blood sacrifice together!

Their tribe wasn't one of those tribes where traditions and heritage had disappeared. On the contrary, they were a conservative, exclusive tribe where various ceremonies and rules were preserved extremely well!

As people assembled and various priests appeared, the number of viewers in the live stream increased even more. The questions became so numerous that Brem couldn't answer them all.

But the earnings were also delightful. Just today alone, he had received a full one hundred thousand dollars in gifts, which was more than his total gifts from the entire last quarter combined.

Brem continued boasting in the live stream, explaining the specific process of the sacrificial ceremony to everyone, "The dance you're seeing now is the ritual to worship the King of Gods, Your Grace Komulkan Puss!"

"After the ritual ends, there will be a grand fire and sacrificial ceremony. Of course, there will also be offerings!"

He spoke mysteriously and eerily in the live stream, "You should know, a long time ago, every sacrificial ceremony in our tribe involved human sacrifices! And they were live sacrifices!"

"They would cut open the sacrificial offering's chest, then take out the still-beating heart for the sacrifice!" He was deliberately guiding emotions!

When he said this, the live stream clearly became much more chaotic, but many people's emotions also became more heightened.

Various questions poured in continuously, and gifts appeared as if they were free.

Only then did Brem laugh and say, "Of course, it definitely won't be human sacrifices now! I guess they might use animals or other corpses? You know, around here, animal protection organizations can't get in!"

But the next second, the live stream bullet comments were slapping him in the face, "Streamer, they're carrying a person up! Is this going to be a human sacrifice?"

Brem shook his head, "How could that be? This should be part of the ritual..."

Looking over there, he could see that as the ritual progressed, a man with a face full of fear was carried onto the high platform. His limbs were tied, and he was brought before the priest.

Then, this strong priest, holding an obsidian dagger, cut open the other's chest just like that!

"What the fuck?"

"Shit!"

"Damn, they're really killing someone!"

The live stream instantly exploded. Not long after, Brem heard the news that his live stream had been banned.

But he no longer had time to worry about the live stream!

What had he seen? What was that?

He had actually seen that man from his own tribe, the man named Ivan, performing a public blood sacrifice in front of thousands of people!

In that instant, his brain froze. All the visitors from other tribes who had thought this sacrificial ceremony was just a farce also froze!

And Gallo, who was watching from outside the site, was utterly dumbfounded!

"You're saying... they cut open a living person's chest in front of everyone, with so many people watching?"

He immediately looked at the arriving police officers, "Gentlemen, I think we must charge in and stop this barbaric and bloody sacrificial ceremony from happening!"

Hearing this, the police officers looked at each other. Then one police chief said, "Director Simmons, although this is indeed bloody, compared to what this man has done, this is actually quite a restrained sacrificial ceremony!"

"What do you mean?" Gallo was somewhat confused upon hearing this, "You know this executioner, and you know he's done even more bloody things?"

"Then why haven't you arrested him? If you have evidence, directly prosecute him!"

Only then did the police chief understand that Gallo truly knew nothing, "If you want to go, we won't stop you, but we won't follow you inside to die!"

"That man performing the sacrifice is recorded in our files as the 'Bloodstained Priest.' He alone, empty-handed, slaughtered every member of a medium-sized gang and performed a blood sacrifice!"

"I think you probably wouldn't want to become part of this blood sacrifice, would you?"

Hearing this, Gallo realized that he had probably been fooled!

The California authorities had said this was just a routine inspection to alert for potential crises, but now he learned that this was yet another supernatural event!

Damn it, a man who could slaughter an entire gang with bare hands—forget about being Native American, even the villains in superhero movies might not be able to do that!

Gallo looked at Austin beside him. Both had disbelief in their eyes. A supernatural event that occurs once every few decades—could they really encounter it twice?

How could someone be this unlucky?

"Let's keep watching. Maybe there will be a turnaround?" Gallo shrugged, deciding not to be this lone hero.

He couldn't even command the police team. How could he expect to bring agents inside? That was Native American reservation land. Those people had extraterritorial rights! Even if they killed him, the Federation couldn't help him get revenge.

He only earned a few thousand dollars a month. Why risk his life for this?