From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 319: National Supernatural Influence

In ancient wars, provisions and fodder were moved before the troops even marched. In modern conflicts, however, tweets were sent before the personnel were even finalized.

At the very least, this was exactly what Golden Hair did. Just as the Church's representatives stepped off their plane, his highly iconic statement appeared on his Twitter feed:

"I have been made aware of Lord Angus's opinion. Is this the decision of the Church? Well, I am sorry to say, but I do not believe the Church's decision is correct!"

"In this era of the supernatural, perhaps only true Transcendents can determine the righteousness of a judgment. The Church has such Transcendents, and my America has them too!"

"My son, Baron, has been temporarily appointed as the Deputy Director of the Special Affairs Bureau. He will lead America's own Transcendents to showcase our power in Luo City!"

"This is the true foundation that will allow America to keep winning!"

Right below his post was Qian Si acting as the perfect hype man: "The Great Leader is absolutely right. Why do we stand at the pinnacle of the world? It is primarily due to the Great Leader's guidance, along with a tiny, insignificant contribution from myself..."

Further down was a sea of flattery from various officials, netizens, and celebrities.

To sum it up, under the brilliant and unequivocally correct leadership of their radiant sun, the Great Leader Golden Hair, America was moving from a major victory to an ultimate victory. They were numb with winning!

Under their precise manipulation, the entire internet's public opinion began to smoothly pivot toward the narrative that "America possesses its own supernatural forces!"The Rednecks, who had previously harbored quite a few grievances against their government, were once again swept up in fanaticism. They began fiercely debating netizens across the globe, aggressively parading the sentiment of "We have Transcendents too, do you?"

This incident even triggered panic across many nations worldwide. Leaders of self-proclaimed major powers and regional powers, in particular, appeared somewhat flustered!

The most obvious example was, of course, the vibrant Eastern powerhouse—India!

The Venerable Elder Narendra had not been having an easy time lately. His political standing was already precarious, forcing him to cobble together a coalition of numerous parties just to barely secure the status of the ruling party.

And now, with the rise of Calcutta in the east and the entire Southeast Asia region beginning to pivot toward Buddhism, India's situation had grown incredibly dire. Their domestic landscape was no longer solely dominated by Hinduism; the voice of Buddhism had emerged!

Those Buddhists had begun their proselytizing in Uttar Pradesh. Under the deterrence of a certain Bodhisattva, even those Brahmins who normally acted with unbridled arrogance couldn't help but rein themselves in.

This made Narendra's life even more difficult, as he had realized an even more terrifying truth: in the face of absolute supernatural might, he had no way to keep winning!

One had to remember that even after suffering a devastating total defeat in that terrible eight-to-zero aerial battle, they had still managed to rely on their global propaganda group to spin it into a massive, overwhelming victory.

But now, beneath the crushing weight of the supernatural, the unrecoverable Calcutta, the muted political mobilization, and the irreversible nationalistic sentiments all turned this country's "winning" into empty talk.

Thus, gazing at Twitter and seeing Golden Hair—a man who usually only ate his dust when it came to the art of "winning"—a spark of realization dawned in his heart.

"It's the supernatural! We must control our own supernatural forces too!" Narendra declared in a deep voice, staring at the High Brahmin Divine Priest standing before him. "I want to know, exactly when will this descent of Lord Shiva you keep talking about happen? If He doesn't appear soon, we might just have to change our course!"

To the Venerable Elder, the most important thing was securing his own position. If the Hindu deities didn't initiate a Divine Descent soon, they would likely have to shift their stance and have a good, long chat with that Jinluo Bodhisattva!

As long as it provided them with the foundation of supernatural power, certain things weren't completely off the table. After all, politics wasn't about preserving one's dignity!

Even if it meant turning this nation into a Buddhist Nation on earth, it wasn't completely unacceptable. Equality wasn't a bad thing; he himself was from a low-caste background, so he found it perfectly reasonable.

As for those High-caste individuals who felt it was unreasonable? He could just negotiate with the Buddhists and find a way to make those High-castes find it reasonable!

The more Narendra thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. As long as they could forge a connection with the supernatural, he could bear all these prices!

It wasn't him bearing the cost, anyway. Aside from this vibrant nation, the truly powerful major countries—namely the remaining manipulators of the European Parliament: Germany, England, and France—had also gathered in private.

"Golden Hair has supernatural forces now? What are we supposed to do?" Macron asked urgently. This exact issue was the reason they had hastily organized this video conference.

Originally, everyone had assumed that America was in the same boat as them, relying entirely on the power of the Church to combat vampires and other creatures of darkness.

But now they knew the truth. America was different; they already had real supernatural teams in their hands, forming a crushing generational advantage over them!

"It makes sense. After all, they have experienced so many supernatural crises and even obtained the dragon treasures of the Nordic Five. It's not surprising they have these assets!" the Chancellor of Germany stated. "Besides, there's also information about supernatural forces from Russia. Our agents saw them conducting special training in Siberia!"

"Their warriors were all fighting bare-chested on the ice fields. Every single one of them was capable of wrestling a bear!"

Hearing this, Macron asked out of curiosity, "Didn't people always joke that every one of them could wrestle a bear? Why would they even need supernatural powers?"

"You're talking about brown bears. They are wrestling polar bears!" Merz retorted. Every polar bear weighed half a ton and could slap a human to death with a single swipe. If they weren't Transcendents, who in their right mind would try to wrestle them!

"What's the big deal? It has nothing to do with us anyway! If you want to kill a polar bear, isn't that easy enough?"

The unnamed Prime Minister of England sounded rather indifferent. Great Britain had already surrendered to the situation and let things rot this far. If worst came to worst, they'd just give up entirely. What else could they do?

It didn't have much to do with him either. He wouldn't be sitting in this position for much longer anyway; he was just treating the office like a brief game!

The turnover rate for the Prime Minister of Great Britain was simply too fast, leaving him with no choice but to give up and let things rot.

Macron said faintly, "Have you forgotten that these Transcendents can also be military personnel? What if they attack while driving infantry fighting vehicles and wielding modern weapons? How many people would actually be able to block their assault?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other two fell completely silent. The anxiety and apprehension in their hearts reached a breaking point at this very moment.

It was true. The war in the East was still ongoing, and Ukraine was nearly bled dry. Now that the Great Emperor had acquired a supernatural army, what if he decided he didn't want to stop?

Were they supposed to face the military might of that massive nation head-on? How could they possibly do that!

Merz suddenly declared, "In that case, I will make a trip to Malmö immediately... From a bloodline perspective, the Vikings are also Germanic people. We worship the same gods. It's just that they focus on Odin, while we focus on Thor. Aren't they all members of the Aesir Pantheon?"

"Our Germany can align with the Nordic region too! We can also love the World Tree! The Germanic people and the German region are an inseparable part of the Aesir Pantheon!"

With those words, he abruptly disconnected from the group call, setting off to fight for a glimmer of hope for his nation's future!

It was perfectly normal for Germany to be anxious, as they were the front line of Europe. Most of those Eastern European countries were nations of Eastern Orthodoxy. To the jaws of Russia, aside from Poland, the rest were merely appetizers!

That was exactly why he was in such a panic!

Watching Merz leave, Macron also figured things out. "My country and the Church are fundamentally inseparable; how could we ever divide ourselves from one another? I'm off, I have a meeting to attend at the Vatican!"

Hearing this, the unnamed Prime Minister of England was stunned. 'Wait, one of you is leaning toward the Nordic region and the other is flocking to the Church, so what am I supposed to do?'

Great Britain, in terms of race, consisted of Anglo-Saxons who were furthest from the Nordics. In terms of faith, they were Protestants who had a terrible relationship with the Church. In terms of geography, they were an isolated island nation hanging out at sea. In terms of their current situation... well, they had already left the European Union, so it seemed they didn't have much connection left to leverage!

"What should I do?" he muttered, looking visibly anxious as he furrowed his brows. "We can't possibly go digging up our own Sorcerer culture, can we? If worst comes to worst, maybe I should have a word with the Indians and see if we can reach out to Buddhism too?"

In his desperation, the man was grasping at straws, even contemplating flipping the script and seeking temporary asylum from the Indians.

But thinking about it, it actually made some sense. After all, Great Britain was once India's suzerain state. Now that India had risen to power, it wouldn't be too bad for Great Britain to acknowledge them as their new overlords. At the very least, they shared some historical roots!

Golden Hair truly lived up to his reputation. With a single tweet, he had inadvertently forced the entire world into action!