From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 351: A Performance from Ancient Transcendent Power

"Are you joking with me?" Sangaro felt completely unhinged. He picked up his Golden Pistol and aimed it at the messenger. "What kind of Bow and Arrow can shoot down an airplane?"

"Boss... it is no joke, really!" The messenger was terrified out of his wits. "These two arrows were pulled straight out of their heads!"

As he spoke, he brought out a skull he had carried with him, burned so badly by Fire that it had lost its original shape. In the center of the skull, a perfect arrow-shaped wound was exposed.

Seeing this, Sangaro was dumbfounded. "It was really shot by a Bow and Arrow? A Super Tucano can fly at altitudes of several thousand meters. Even if it wasn't several thousand meters just now, it was still over a thousand meters in the air. A Bow and Arrow can reach that?"

He was not some ignorant, pampered heir, but a true Gang boss who had built the Sangaro Family from a small Mexican gang into a massive syndicate step by step. He had naturally heard rumors of such supernatural occurrences.

At that moment, a war cry from an ancient era echoed in his ears: "Blood Sacrifice to the Eagle God, Human Sacrifice to Kokata!"

That group of bizarrely dressed people, under circumstances he could not even begin to fathom, raised their spears and began to charge!

The man leading them pointed directly at him and let out a furious roar in an obscure language!

Sangaro naturally did not know that the roar meant: "Capture their leader alive and take him back as a Blood Sacrifice to the Gods!"

But he had no time to ponder those words. He could only order his subordinates to fire. "Open fire! Send them to meet their Deities!"Hearing this command, the Drug Traffickers, armed with a wide array of weapons, immediately launched their attack.

They had a full force of over five thousand men here, while this opposing squad numbered barely a hundred. Where on earth did they get the courage to charge such an army?

Many of them were even popping drugs while firing their guns, already thinking about where they would go to party after the battle was won. However, they completely failed to notice that not a single one of these charging warriors fell to the attack of the Bullets!

The Drug Traffickers naturally lacked any real combat discipline. Whether it was tactical awareness or basic military training, their standards were pitifully low—perhaps only marginally better than the chaotic skirmishes of Africa, and even that was debatable.

On this land, the only ones who possessed true Combat Power were likely the followers of liberation Theology from years past and their long-deceased leader.

But even so, the combined firepower of over five thousand men was enough to utterly obliterate any armed force or organization in this region like crushing dry weeds.

These Drug Traffickers, capable of going toe-to-toe with the Mexican Government, held enough firepower to subvert half the country. An attack of this magnitude could make all of Mexico tremble!

Yet, amidst this overwhelming barrage, blood-red figures materialized in everyone's vision.

These were the very Original Inhabitants they had just mocked. Every single one of them held up a Bloody Shield in front of them. These large shields, seemingly conjured from fresh blood, withstood the storm of bullets, allowing them to rapidly close the distance to their enemies!

The only person without a shield was Evan. He emerged directly from the hail of gunfire, taking the lead to charge right up to a Tank. The Obsidian Spear in his hand seemed to be coated in a layer of silver light. Under the astonished gazes of everyone present, he thrust his weapon straight through the side armor of the Tank, tearing a massive hole in it.

Judging by the fresh blood that splattered out from the side of the armor, it was highly unlikely that anyone inside the crew compartment was still alive.

And this was merely Evan's doing. The rest of the warriors, having swiftly plunged into the vanguard of the battle, began their own performance.

These men seized the guns from the Drug Traffickers' hands, turning these lethal firearms into makeshift "skewers," running through every single enemy they encountered.

Naturally, some sustained injuries when their Bloody Shields shattered. However, these wounds did not make them falter. Instead, they grew even more ferocious. Amidst the flying bullets, a single thrust of a spear skewered three men at once!

The squad of a hundred men vanished into the fray in an instant, leaving behind a field of "human skewers." The Drug Traffickers impaled upon them were still gasping for breath; they were not dead yet, but they were enduring an agony far worse than Death!

Witnessing this horrific scene, Sangaro finally understood why a Dominant government like America would sit back and watch these people tear a country apart without making a single move.

It wasn't because they feared public opinion. It was because they feared their Combat Power!

(Golden Hair, Nuland: 'You don't know shit! Have you ever seen a Tornado capable of destroying a city? Have you ever seen a giant serpent trigger a Tsunami? These Deities open right up with natural disasters!')

"Fire the cannons! What are you waiting for? Fire!" Sangaro roared at the top of his lungs. He wanted nothing more than to wring the necks of those American Drug Traffickers from yesterday. Those bastards clearly knew everything, so why didn't a single one of them warn him? Was that fair?

Were those people just waiting to watch him make a fool of himself?

While his thoughts grew increasingly heavy, the artillerymen finished loading their weapons. These men were perhaps the most sober individuals on the battlefield. After all, even Drug Traffickers knew that if an artilleryman hallucinated on drugs and fired a shot randomly, it would be fatal for everyone.

Unfortunately, before he could hear the artillerymen report back, he saw iridescent streaks of light cutting across the sky. Right before their eyes, volley after volley of arrows rained down into his artillery positions...

Much like a preemptive artillery strike, these arrows dealt a devastating blow. They flawlessly struck every single man standing by the cannons, piercing right through their foreheads and pinning them dead to the ground beside their weapons!

The scene was incredibly simple. Compared to modern War, these weapons looked like mere children's toys. Yet, it was precisely these toys that were slaughtering his proud army!

Rather than the deafening roar of explosions, the moment Sangaro witnessed this slaughter, his mind buzzed as if his head was about to split open!

He knew exactly what this meant! These people had no intention of killing him outright. Otherwise, he would already be a Corpse, just like those artillerymen!

"Quick... retreat!" Sangaro shouted, scrambling frantically into the Armored Vehicle behind him.

In that moment, all of his pride, all of his arrogance, and the Faith he had built upon money and violence were utterly pulverized!

Because he realized that in the face of true Transcendent entities, he was absolutely nothing. These Original Inhabitants were not some deranged cultists, nor were they abandoned outcasts. They were genuine Transcendent Beings possessing Transcendent Power, with impossibly deep connections to the Deities!

They didn't fear bullets, and they didn't even fear artillery shells. Those archers hiding in the shadows had long since begun to pick them off one by one.

Every single position that could potentially pose a threat to the main force was struck by an arrow.

Jaron stood in his spot with a beaming smile, listening to the messages the wind whispered into his ears. "Yes, keep shooting. Towards The North, volley fire! The wind will guide your arrows exactly where they need to go!"

This was the blessing of Yu Sheshen. This was the power of the archers of the wind. Without any targeted countermeasures from rival Transcendent forces, it was impossible to even defend against their strikes.

This was also the most lethal form of attack against modern humans that Carl and the others had devised!

Because no matter how much technology advanced or how the world progressed, the human body remained incredibly fragile. Therefore, their Bow and Arrow attacks didn't target vehicles or aim for area-of-effect damage. They targeted only one thing: "people."

No matter how formidable an army was, their commanders still had to be human, right? As long as they were human, they were made of flesh and blood, and they would have to endure the baptism of arrows.

'Speaking of which, why hasn't Alex made his move yet?' Jaron thought with a hint of Curiosity, right before he heard the voice of the goshawk beside him.

"I told him to hold his fire. He went around to the rear to cut off their escape route!" Carl stated. "This is our first operation. For our very first move, we must strike like Divine Thunder and completely eradicate all threats!"

"Whether they are from Mexico or Colombia, or even Drug Traffickers from Brazil and Argentina, they will all die here!"

"We are the arbiters of order. We are the heralds of the Gods. Under the radiant glory of the Deities, there is no room for these insects to survive!"

As the Chief, Carl's actions seemed incredibly radical, yet they perfectly aligned with his position.

They weren't here to negotiate with these scumbags. What was there to discuss with Drug Traffickers? Forbidding them from dealing drugs was a fate worse than Death for them anyway, so they might as well just kill them!

Therefore, Carl decided to skip the pleasantries and send them straight to hell.

Since these Drug Traffickers respected neither them nor the Gods, there was no reason for them to live. Death was the only destiny Carl had chosen for them.

"The Gods have heard the wails of all the Believers across this land. Thus, They have issued an Oracle: not a single Drug Trafficker shall be allowed to live on this soil!"