From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 359: Desperate Last Stand!

"So this mob actually knew to wear the skin of the Catholic Church? Their stupidity isn't entirely obvious..."

Watching the rioters' actions from above, Bai Yang observed the spectacle with great interest.

He was naturally delighted. This sacrifice, combined with the previous chain of events, allowed him to clearly see the people in this region who had been struggling on the brink of death. That demographic, which had initially provided the least amount of faith, was now shifting its beliefs toward the indigenous religion.

They had discovered the hope to survive and the prospect of a better life. This was exactly the message Carl had been imparting to them.

How could such a massive realm, such a vast country with so many resources, fail to support such a small population?

Fueled by these sentiments, the indigenous religion, which originally boasted only a few hundred thousand believers, had multiplied several times over during this short period, surging into the millions!

Meanwhile, Mexico alone had a population of 130 million, and the entirety of Latin America held 650 million!

This demographic was scarcely smaller than the core support base of Buddhism. It served as the perfect foundation for the rise of a powerful religion, which was exactly why Bai Yang was putting so much effort into shaping this mythology.

"Crown, all the specific data regarding the deities has been compiled. Are you planning to initiate a Divine War here?" Alvin asked curiously.

"Of course! This provides an excellent reason and a perfect excuse. By linking it to the current events unfolding in America, it will serve to further flesh out our mythological history!""Now that the Christian Divine Flame has been ignited, the Aztec Divine Flame will soon flare to life as well, and this period of history will serve as the perfect nourishment for it!" Bai Yang declared calmly. "After all... there has already been some movement over by the Rift. We need to slightly accelerate our plans!"

"Movement?" Alvin asked, startled. "Are we about to clash with a Powerful Divine Power?"

"We knew this day would come the moment these two worlds connected. Do not panic, we will not necessarily lose!" Bai Yang said calmly. "However, it does mean we need a proper field test for shaping deities."

"We cannot step onto the battlefield personally. Doing so would be equivalent to wagering everything we have! Therefore, we must turn the Dylan Continent into a battleground where various divine pantheons can clash against one another!"

Bai Yang spoke with tranquil confidence, his comprehensive plan already fully laid out.

"However, there is no need to rush any of this. We will take it one step at a time... Our struggle against the Dylan Continent must proceed, but the development of this world must continue as well!"

...

The gunfire echoing across the plaza lasted for less than ten seconds before arrows whistling through the wind pierced the throats of every single attacker.

By the time the panicked crowd even thought to flee, they realized that the assailants had been entirely wiped out without managing to take down a single victim.

Such terrifying reflexes and lethal execution caused many who had been secretly evaluating the tribe's combat power to adopt grave expressions.

Would they be able to withstand those arrows?

To accurately hit those thugs in a crowded plaza teeming with civilians... what kind of horrifying precision did that require?

The arrows embedded in the assailants' throats were quickly captured by surrounding camera lenses and broadcasted across the entire venue. The few attackers who had narrowly escaped death were not simply lucky; they had been spared because the tribe needed living prisoners to interrogate.

The four leaders did not even need to step forward. Within moments, a Transcendent warrior arrived bearing news.

"Chief, these men belong to the drug traffickers. They were ordered to disrupt the sacrifice! Every single one of them had consumed massive amounts of drugs beforehand. Now that the high is wearing off, they are spilling everything we ask!"

Carl offered a subtle nod upon hearing the report. "I understand. It seems those men have been pushed to their limits and are taking desperate measures!"

He waved his hand dismissively. "The sacrifice must not stop. Proceed! Alex, I am counting on you to handle any further threats!"

Alex nodded. He did not even step down from the Sacrificial Altar. Instead, he pulled a bronze Two-Headed Snake from his coat and used it to replace the actual Two-Headed Snake resting on the altar.

Then, with the entire world watching, he hurled the living serpent into the distance. "Go, Atlas! Protect this city!"

The four leaders turned back around and knelt before the phantom images of the deities projected in the sky. Bowing their heads slowly to the four Creator Gods, they began a new round of sacred prayers:

"May the Smoking Mirror reveal the tragic horrors of the venomous path!"

"May the Feathered Serpent shatter the chains of silver!"

"May the Thunderous Rain drown the blazing fires of the poison kilns!"

"May the Golden Grain satisfy the starving eyes of our children!"

"As the four powers converge—"

"Rebuild the axis of the sun upon the remains of sin!"

"The phantom of the ancient empire shall manifest upon these sinners, and our ancient, sacred deities shall complete their revival in this very moment! Return, Four Creator Gods! Return, Supreme Ruler of the Sky! Return, oh mighty Gods!"

The magnificent phantom images radiated brightly across the sky once more, lighting up the eyes of every viewer in the livestream room. Meanwhile, the remaining drug traffickers scattered across South America watched with an overwhelming sense of dread!

Huddled together to watch the broadcast, they felt as though every scene playing out on the screen was a knife slicing away at their own flesh!

"No, we cannot let them continue like this. This is an absolute nightmare!" one of the drug traffickers exclaimed, pacing in agitation.

Watching the drug traffickers of northern Mexico—men who commanded private armies—getting rounded up like helpless little chicks to be sacrificed on the Pyramid, they felt as though thousands of longhorn beetles were crawling beneath their skin.

They were all tied to the same sinking ship. Furthermore, aside from the true warlord cartels operating out of Colombia, not a single faction among them possessed more military might than the Mexicans!

The gangs in Brazil couldn't even expand past their own slums, and factions in other countries possessed even less influence.

Now that the Mexicans had been toppled, according to the proclamations made during these sacrifices, the entirety of Latin America would become their execution ground. It was only a matter of time before they, too, would be hunted down and slaughtered by these zealots who cared for nothing but their gods.

"It seems attempting to misdirect their hatred through religious manipulation is a lost cause!" a man muttered dejectedly. He was the very mastermind who had proposed using a mob of drug addicts as suicide weapons to attack under the guise of the Catholic Church.

However, looking at the results now, the strategy had been a catastrophic failure.

Even amidst the chaotic arguments flooding the internet, no one seriously believed this was the handiwork of the Church.

After all, in the eyes of the global public, the Catholic Church was an elevated institution—a noble sect driven by righteous ideals rather than selfish, worldly ambitions.

This reputation had been flawlessly cemented by Bennett Angus’s string of righteous judgments and Caroline’s ongoing pilgrimage.

The Church's willingness to ruthlessly purge its own corrupt ranks and make painful sacrifices, combined with the pure kindness the Holy Maiden displayed on her journey, had inspired countless individuals to truly place their faith in The Lord. It rekindled the flames of hope in their hearts.

Furthermore, thanks to the hyper-connected nature of modern independent media drawing the eyes of the entire world, every minor detail had been scrutinized on camera. This unprecedented transparency had shown the masses the true essence of the Church.

They were a genuine collective of idealists. Moreover, they possessed actual Transcendent power, and they were dedicating themselves endlessly for the sake of faith and justice!

Because of this, the public’s verdict regarding the gunmen who had stormed the plaza was unanimous:

"What a moronic plan! Does anyone actually believe these idiots were sent by the Church?"

"The Catholic Church explicitly forbids drug use. How could those junkies possibly be their people?"

"I bet it was those cartels playing tricks because they're terrified! They wanted to spark a war between the Maya and the Church! Yeah right. The only reason the Church hasn't stepped in to crush the drug traffickers themselves is because they're too busy right now!"

Reading through these online comments, the gathered cartel leaders knew their scheme had failed spectacularly. Not a single person had bought their deception.

"Some guys have already fled to Africa. There aren't any prominent mythologies there, so presumably, there are no powerful deities or factions laying claim to the land. It might be the only safe haven we have left!" one of the Mexican drug traffickers stammered, his face pale with fright. "If worse comes to worst, I'll pack up and go too... We simply don't have the firepower to fight against Transcendent beings!"

"He's right. Operating in America is becoming impossible, too. Any city or region overseen by a bishop has already initiated massive crackdowns on drugs and begun purging non-believers. The strict rule that drug addicts cannot worship The Lord has completely destroyed our market..." another chimed in pessimistically.

"Are you seriously going to abandon everything and run off to hide in the dirt in Africa?" However, some refused to accept defeat. A prominent cartel warlord from Colombia snarled like a madman, "If you cowards want to run, then run! I refuse! I'm going to bury every last one of these so-called Maya beneath this soil!"

"So what if bullets couldn't pierce their skin? I watched the combat footage you sent over. It clearly showed that your bullets weren't useless—your private armies were just painfully incompetent!"

"Bullets can definitely hurt them. As long as the firepower is massive enough, there's no way they can withstand modern military weapons!"

The man was referring to the footage of the initial clashes between the Mexican cartels and the first batch of Transcendent warriors from the Apache Tribe. Watching that very footage was what had given him this unwavering confidence!

"These bastards just possess a bit of extra strength, they aren't literal gods! They feel pain, they bleed, and they die just like anyone else! As long as we bring enough overwhelming firepower, as long as our assault is fierce enough, we can obliterate them all!"

Hearing the warlord's borderline hysterical rant, the color suddenly drained from the faces of the others in the room. "What are you talking about? What exactly did you do?"

"I took action, of course! And I went all out!" the man declared with a deranged grin. "These so-called Maya and Aztecs want to destroy our empires? I'll make sure they are thoroughly wiped off the face of the earth!"

"I launched ten guided missiles straight at their city! Every single one is packed with a 500-kilogram payload!"

"This time, I am going to reduce that entire city and every last one of those so-called Transcendent beings to ash!"