From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 36: People’s Hearts Are Stirring, the Winds Are Rising

"Hah! What a brave man!" Even in Bai Yang's eyes, Jeron's performance could be considered "courageous"!

After all, by saying these words, he was essentially declaring war against the majority race on this continent—the white people!

If Bai Yang didn't clearly know that this so-called "Aztec Wind God Cult" and its pope Jeron were actually just pawns in the power struggle between Governor Newland and the Blond Guy in the White House, he would genuinely admire the man's courage.

Didn't you see how many people started walking away after hearing his words?

This guy's statement was just too good at stirring up hatred—nobody wanted to get blood splattered on them!

But such crazy expressions, this particular way of speaking, these words that practically stabbed straight to the heart—they only made Bai Yang find it laughable.

"These politicians will truly stop at nothing for their own interests!" Bai Yang said, his understanding of information being more sharp and direct.

So he could clearly see that these seemingly heartfelt speeches from Mexican-descended people were actually just carefully crafted "rhetoric" concocted by a group pursuing their own interests.

In short, their interest demand was that illegal immigrants couldn't be driven out of this country, otherwise their votes would be doomed.

Therefore, everything revolved around this issue.When the Blond Guy sent troops to arrest people, they organized protests to resist; when the Blond Guy chose to promote the dangers of illegal immigration, they confused right and wrong, spreading statements like "we're all descendants of illegal immigrants, who's more noble than whom?"

Their specific goal was only one: interest conflict!

Two factions were completely tearing off all pretense of cordiality and fighting fiercely, while ordinary people were merely their pawns.

"Everyone is manipulating the world, it's just that my methods are slightly more sophisticated!"

Bai Yang looked at the man before him, lightly tapping his fingers, "Being my pawn is still better than being their disposable tools!"

He could even see that on a distant high-rise building, a man wearing SWAT gear was slowly raising his sniper rifle, aiming at Jeron's head.

This cult leader, so full of concerns about his sect's development and personal interests, probably never imagined that those people who just yesterday discussed profit sharing with him actually only wanted to use his head to smear another group.

Trading one mere "illegal immigrant's" life for huge political gains—this deal was just too cost-effective!

"Alvin, are you ready?" Bai Yang said.

"Preparation is complete, Your Grace! Just waiting for his performance!" Alvin's voice came through his ear, though his form wasn't visible, because Alvin was currently hovering several thousand meters high, watching the cumulonimbus clouds ahead!

Master mathematics, physics, and chemistry, and you'll fear nothing under heaven—guiding a tornado could be achieved through modern knowledge and just a bit of divine power.

Therefore, Bai Yang clapped his hands, "Then tell everyone in this city—the wind is rising!"

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"We are the true indigenous people, while they are all illegal immigrants!"

"They came to this land without our permission to establish countries and develop—isn't this an invasion against us?"

"I demand that land rights be returned to us indigenous people—we are the true owners of this land, everyone else are thieves!"

Jeron certainly didn't have much political sensitivity—he only had that little bit of judgment about the current situation and endless greed for benefits!

When his backstage handlers told him he could get five million for pulling off this job, he had already gone completely crazy.

His task was to use these methods and rhetoric to attract attention from journalists and external public opinion, thoroughly labeling the military police suppressing them as the "bad guys."

Of course, he couldn't forget his original trade—after promoting his rhetoric to the crowd, Jeron launched the next phase of action.

With a grand wave of his hand, imitating methods recently circulated from that Maya tribe to the south, he had his subordinates begin a ritual!

A group of white and black people, like monkeys wearing crowns, put on custom-made indigenous costumes and performed a bizarre and peculiar "dance" around him.

Being completely made-up stuff with little discipline, it resembled a bunch of monkeys dancing around, appearing utterly baffling.

But it was precisely this baffling quality that firmly controlled the surrounding people for quite some time.

Their performance was just too ridiculous, causing both the protesting crowds on the streets and the controlling police forces to develop a strange thought: 'Maybe we should see what tricks they can pull off.'

Even more absurd was that they actually all did just that!

Both sides eased from their tense, confrontational stance and together watched Jeron and his followers' "ritual performance"!

They brought out a Feathered Serpent God statue that was fully human height, lit a bonfire beside it, and then conducted their ceremony with seemingly proper form.

Circling the statue, they danced and sang chants, actually looking quite authentic!

To make the ritual more convincing, Jeron had even sincerely consulted some elders from surrounding tribes, compiling a paragraph of seemingly plausible prayer words, performing his act before everyone's eyes!

"To the breath of the Feathered Serpent Quetzalcoatl

Twin god wrapped in hurricanes!

Your serpent scales that entwine Maya temples,

Once molded mortal forms with dawn's blood—

Forgive our folly trampling jade codes,

Pardon kings who built pyramids with children's bones,

Erase trade routes stained with corn husk mud and gore!"

He danced his ghostly dance, gazing toward the distant sun—at this moment he didn't seem like a cult leader, but rather appeared as a true saint praying for peace for all.

Meanwhile, members of his sect were promoting their doctrine to the surrounding people:

"We are members of the Aztec Wind God Cult, our purpose is to appease the wrath of Wind God Quetzalcoatl, preventing the world-ending hurricane from descending!"

"Believe in the Wind God, offer your faith to appease His world-destroying anger!"

Most people treated this as entertainment, looking at the flyers in their hands, seeing the "Feathered Serpent God's wrath" images on them, merely finding these people somewhat amusing.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd asked, "Then what if someone truly refuses to join, even tries to destroy your efforts?"

"What will you do? Call upon the Feathered Serpent God to destroy them?"

The mocking tone in these words was heavy—this was after all a Catholic country, these people were followers of the Lord, of course they didn't believe in any so-called Wind God!

If gods truly existed, why was it them occupying this continent now, rather than these so-called indigenous people who only knew how to dance, run casinos, and do drugs?

They were all just watching it as a joke.

Only these leaflet-distributing cult members kept insisting earnestly, "You can't think like that—the Feathered Serpent God already despises this world, if not for us, He would certainly send hurricanes to utterly destroy this world!"

Pointing at the content on the leaflets, they loudly declared: "We are sent by the Wind God's command to seek the path of salvation! If you don't believe, destructive punishment will surely come in the end!"

Hearing their words, everyone laughed.

Even the protesters felt they had fallen for their own lies, truly believing such nonsense.

And right at this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from the distance: "Boom!"

The sound of gunfire frightened everyone—they instinctively crouched down, seeking cover!

"Sniper!" someone shouted loudly, the situation instantly collapsed, both protestors and police/military forces scattering outward at this moment.

In their midst, the people who had been dancing also fled in all directions, leaving only the Feathered Serpent God statue and Jeron lying on the ground with a bullet through his head.

His blood splashed across the statue, like silent mockery toward the words they had just been promoting.

While fleeing, someone saw his corpse, then looked at the so-called "Wind God's manifestation, destroying all" slogan on the leaflet in hand, spat contemptuously, and threw the leaflet to the ground.

Then, a small whirlwind slowly appeared, lifting that leaflet up!

This time, the wind had truly risen!