From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 357: The Sacrificers Enter

This was an immensely grand sacrifice. Emulating the Bodhisattva of Kolkata, Carl extended invitations to every interested country across the globe.

Naturally, the nations of Latin America were the top priority.

Those countries, already eager to forge a bloodline connection with this transcendent faction, dispatched their representatives to the city in droves.

Because of its proximity to the American border, America was also forced to send personnel to keep watch, terrified that even the slightest thing might go wrong.

Representatives and journalists from all over the world swarmed in, exhausting every means at their disposal to secure firsthand information on the transcendent.

All these frantic maneuvers finally settled down at the end of the week, as the final list was decided.

Issued by Carl and broadcasted globally through social media, this was not a list of press passes, but a genuine roster of honored guests!

And among these names, the most famous was neither the young master of America nor the little prince of England, but a man who seemingly had no right to be there.

His name was Jeff Ferguson, a livestreamer.

Among the gathering of high-ranking officials, dignitaries, and nobles, his name stood out like a sore thumb.However, the Apache tribe now wielded a deterrent power no less intimidating than that of major nations, so no one dared to steal his spot.

Thus, this man blended into the official American delegation, bringing his assistant along, and openly and grandiosely arrived in this small city.

Furthermore, he received a level of courtesy that no one else in the group enjoyed. While the others were greeted by transcendent warriors, Jeff was personally welcomed by Alex!

After this group of indigenous transcendent beings shook the world, their four great leaders naturally began to make names for themselves globally.

For instance, "Caller of the Pale Eagle — Carl," "War Spirit of the Death God — Evan," "High Priest of the Wind God — Jaron," and "Manipulator of the Tsunami — Alex" were all as world-renowned as the transcendent beings of the Church.

Because of this, everyone recognized the former journalist standing before them—the current Manipulator of the Tsunami and arguably the greatest pillar of the Apache tribe, Alex.

Seeing Alex, Jeff asked out of curiosity, "Mr. Alex, do we know each other?"

"We do not, but that does not matter!" Alex declared. "You have been acknowledged by Evan as a friend to the Apache tribe, which makes you our friend as well. And naturally, friends deserve a proper welcome!"

These words moved Jeff deeply. "I am quite ashamed. I only did something extremely minor..."

"No, sir, it was not minor at all. Allowing our children to return to the World of Death was an act of grace on your part! And kindness should always be rewarded!"

Alex said, handing Jeff a gift. "This is the emblem of our tribe, and it serves as proof of our friendship. All your expenses here will be covered by the tribe! I hear you are a livestreamer, so you will serve as the sole official broadcast channel for this sacrifice! This is our gift to you!"

Hearing this, Jeff was completely dumbfounded. "Me? Am I really allowed to do that?"

"Of course you are. As I said, this is a reward for your kindness!" Alex said with a smile.

However, when this scene unfolded before the eyes of the visiting politicians, they interpreted it in an entirely different light.

Prince Harry and his uncle, Prince Edward, for example, discerned an entirely different underlying message.

"What reward for kindness? This is nothing but a play put on for the faithful to see!" Edward stated, his face filled with disdain. "Because ordinary people believe in kindness, every sect must establish kindness as its core premise! This is simply the rule of how religions operate. Do you understand, Harry?"

The red-haired young man named Harry gave a slight nod. "Because this sect is known worldwide for being brutal and bloody, they need to project this benevolent image to dilute their own cruelty, right?"

"Exactly, you are very bright!" Prince Edward nodded. "My boy, this is the true reality of the world, not some alleged warmth, love, or hope! I want you to observe these things closely and commit them to memory. They might prove helpful to you in the future."

"Helpful?" Prince Harry scoffed. "How could this possibly help me? Will it make me the king? With this red hair, I'm afraid I'm destined to be nothing more than a figurehead archduke!"

"In the previous era, perhaps. But in this current age, not necessarily!" Edward declared. "Did you read the Celtic and Scottish mythology I gave you?"

"I read them, but what does that have to do with us? Our family are Anglo-Saxons... perhaps with a bit of Germanic and Gallic bloodline, but what connection do we have with the Celts?" Prince Harry was thoroughly confused. "The others might have no connection, but you do..." Edward patted Harry's head. "You possess the most defining trait of the Celts—your red hair. You are the only true redhead in the entire royal family, and the only one among us truly compatible with the Celtic bloodline!"

Harry was still bewildered. "What does that mean? Do the Celtic gods truly exist?"

"Not necessarily, but this is already the Empire's only hope..." Edward's voice sounded somewhat desolate.

However, this minor interlude did not attract anyone else's attention. Everyone boarded a large bus, following the guides toward the location of the sacrifice.

"What is that?" someone asked out of curiosity, looking at a pool of black liquid by the roadside.

"Those are destroyed drugs. They have now been tainted by the power of His Excellency K'ak' Tiliw, and are known as Death Water! Whoever drinks it must be prepared to welcome death!" a transcendent warrior standing nearby answered them. "Priest Evan declared that from now on, any drug traffickers caught alive will be brought here and force-fed this water! Once enough of this water has been fed to them, the poison across this continent will finally be cleaned up!"

They spoke such words with absolute nonchalance, yet it made the listeners shudder with fear.

'With so much water, how many people would it take to drink it all? These people truly don't treat human life with any value at all!'

Coincidentally, in the eyes of these people, drug traffickers had never been considered human in the first place!

"Destroy drugs?" Jeff asked out of curiosity. "Have you destroyed all the drugs here?"

"Yes, sir, everything has been destroyed. That includes the drugs, and it includes the drug traffickers!" The transcendent warrior's voice rang out as the bus drove past a plaza entirely covered in wind-dried skeletal remains.

In this plaza, the skeletal remains of those subjected to impalement were arranged in neat, orderly rows. They were currently being meticulously gathered and loaded onto a truck, presumably to be taken away for burial.

This silent horror was far more breathtaking than any vocalized fear.

Everyone seated on the bus was a textbook slayer in their own right. With a single command, any of them could cause far more deaths than what was displayed here.

Yet the shock brought by this landscape littered with skeletal remains was still unforgettable. Everyone knew this was the deterrence of the Native Americans, but they could not help but cast another glance anyway.

Surprisingly, these brutal deaths held an indescribable, unique aesthetic appeal!

However, this feeling did not last long. The city had already begun to display an unimaginable, blood-pumping wave of profound fanaticism!

What was once a lifeless city had already begun a rapid recovery under Carl's governance.

Thanks to the influx of transcendent warriors, the city, which originally suffered from a sky-high crime rate, became nearly crime-free. Furthermore, the attentive tributes offered by multinational corporations brought about a rare abundance of resources within the city!

Impartial judgments, plentiful supplies, the spreading of divine faith, and national self-confidence triggered a complete revolution within this city!

For the first time, people realized that attaining "justice" and "freedom" was actually so simple.

Meanwhile, the innate optimism in the hearts of the Mexican people—or rather, the people of Latin America—left them thoroughly satisfied with their current situation.

Thus, through the eyes of the visitors, one could clearly see the smiling faces of the pedestrians by the road, along with their devotion to every wooden deity sculpture erected along the streets.

Even if their devotion was quite peculiar—especially considering that many were still using Catholic rituals to worship the Mayan and Aztec deities, which made it even stranger.

But Bai Yang did not see it that way. All he felt was the blazing, explosive intensity of this divine faith, or rather, this Wish Power!

He stood right on the roof of the bus carrying these high-level officials from various nations, observing the Wish Power they generated due to the city's transformation. A sudden thought stirred in his mind. "Alvin, according to our records, didn't they also provide a share of Wish Power to Christianity?"

Alvin slowly manifested. "Yes, Your Excellency. They previously provided Wish Power to Christianity, and now they have begun providing it to the gods of South America!"

"These two portions of Wish Power were provided by the exact same group of people, yet they don't hold any actual faith. What a pity!" Bai Yang remarked. Because these individuals possessed unwavering conviction, the quality of their divine faith was incredibly high. Unfortunately, they could only be skimmed for power; they would never become permanent providers.

"This is a common trait among politicians!" Alvin noted, concurrently sending a signal to Bai Yang. "Your Excellency, sufficient Wish Power has been collected. You may begin the plan!"

"Indeed, it is time to set the plan in motion!" Bai Yang nodded, gazing at the colossal sacrificial grounds before him. "Let us start from here. Reversing cause and effect, let this sacrifice serve as the anchor point for the establishment of the South American divine pantheon!"

"And let the monsters and demons of this continent welcome the judgment that is coming to them!"