From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 360: Divine Descent

Hearing this, everyone in the video conference stood up.

"You lunatic! What the hell are you trying to do? That city currently gathers officials from most countries around the world, and it sits right on the border of America! It is also the stronghold of an entire Transcendent faction! Are you trying to offend absolutely everyone?"

Hearing this, the man burst into boisterous laughter. "If I offend them all, then I offend them all! Do you think we Drug Traffickers are afraid of making enemies? Without those Transcendent Beings, how could they possibly reach me here?"

He was incredibly confident. After all, even while being targeted by America, the world's leading superpower, he had survived for over a decade. Expanding his scope now was nothing out of the ordinary, and certainly nothing to fret over.

As he spoke, he picked up the white powder on his desk and snorted another massive line!

Seeing this, many people suddenly understood. They had wondered why this guy was acting so mindlessly. It turned out he was completely high!

It was practically inevitable that Drug Traffickers would eventually consume their own supply; the rules of their environment dictated it. Even those who initially abstained were often influenced by their surroundings until they, too, picked up the habit.

This was incredibly difficult to avoid. Was Great Britain not once the world's premier trafficking nation, while simultaneously possessing the highest addiction rate across the globe?

The crowd realized the immense pressure had driven him to use, eventually causing him to hallucinate. Once he woke up, he would definitely regret his actions—assuming he survived long enough to wake up.

One by one, everyone disconnected from the video call. The moment their screens went dark, their immediate response was to flee."Hurry, request a flight path! We are flying straight to Bloemfontein!"

"Request a flight path, we are heading to Cairo!"

"We will take a boat to Europe first, then detour through the Middle East..."

Any Drug Trafficker associated with this man chose to slip away immediately. Meanwhile, the unrelated cartels remained entirely oblivious to the impending disaster, bitterly watching the live broadcast as they desperately brainstormed ways to break out of their predicament.

Those stationed in Mexico began migrating south, while those already in the south started relocating their families. All in all, not a single person believed they could win. Whenever they were sober, this group was absurdly clear-headed.

However, when some individuals in Mexico spotted the several shooting stars streaking across the sky, they distinctly understood that there was no longer any room for de-escalation.

When these final remnants of the Original Inhabitants chose to deal with the cartels using the most ruthless methods, they should have expected that the Drug Traffickers would retaliate with an equally brutal response.

Thus, Golden Hair, who had been preparing for an afternoon nap, received an urgent report from Houston. "Colombia launched missiles to attack Mexico? Did I fall asleep again? Not Venezuela? It is Colombia?"

"The Colombian Department of Defense sent an emergency message. The launch did not originate from their controlled zones, but rather from territories governed by the cartels!" the Secretary of Defense hurriedly explained. "And their target is not us, but Juarez..."

"Juarez?" Golden Hair instantly jumped to his feet. "Is that not where Baron is? Notify Mexico to intercept... Never mind, patch me through to the Atlantic Fleet. Have them commence interception protocols right this second!"

Golden Hair was absolutely dumbfounded. He had only sent his youngest son there to build up some political credentials because the location was right on their border. Now, he was discovering someone was trying to bomb him with missiles?

"Great Leader, it is too late..." The Secretary of Defense turned his head. "Given the flight speed of the missiles, they have already reached the midcourse phase. As for terminal interception technology, only one nation in the entire world possesses the capability to pull it off... and that nation is currently missing in action."

Hearing this, Golden Hair was entirely stupefied. "So, all we can do now is sit here and wait for news?"

"Actually, you do not need to worry too much. We compiled the intelligence regarding the Original Inhabitants' Gods and concluded that as long as their Gods intervene, they should be able to block this strike, exactly like what happened in Luo City!"

The Secretary of State quickly reassured him, helping to steady Golden Hair's frayed nerves.

"Right, right, right! There are also those Transcendent Beings. They are native Transcendent Beings capable of challenging The Church; they will definitely have a way!" Golden Hair rambled, seemingly comforting himself, yet also sounding like he was directing his thoughts elsewhere. "Luo, notify Colombia and notify the Atlantic Fleet. I want the bastard who launched those missiles eliminated!"

"I do not care to know how they managed to launch missiles, but before the Sun rises tomorrow, I do not want a single living creature on that patch of land to ever see the Sun again. Do you understand?"

Golden Hair narrowed his eyes as he issued the command. Only in this fleeting moment did he truly project the absolute authority expected of the head of state for the world's foremost superpower!

A single sentence from him could dictate the life or death of a Warlord, and absolutely no one dared to raise an objection!

Yet, despite this display of power, Golden Hair's expression lacked any trace of joy. Instead, he sat there looking somewhat isolated, waiting anxiously for news from The South!

That was the youngest son he had kept by his side... How did things suddenly...

Golden Hair placed his hands over his chest and slowly began to recite a Prayer. He had probably never been this devout in his entire life. He prayed fervently to God, pleading for divine protection to descend and preserve his son's life.

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"When the tolling of the bell rings out from the ruins of the ancient temple—

Please embrace your neighbors, lock your doors and windows securely, and quietly await Mother Earth as she completes this blood purification!

This is Civilization undergoing its rebirth!"

Carl's voice echoed across the high platform. This was the final Prayer, marking the ultimate conclusion of their Sacrifice.

As his words faded, the lower platform was thrown open. Another batch of Drug Traffickers was escorted before them, only to have their chests mercilessly ripped open and their hearts gouged out by the divine Warriors without a moment of hesitation!

The extracted hearts were swiftly crushed, and the ensuing blood flowed freely into the peculiar altar before them, seemingly fulfilling the requirements of this bizarre Sacrifice.

At the epicenter of this Sacrifice, a Throne slowly descended to the ground.

Astonishingly, this Throne rested at the exact same elevation as the phantom projections of the four Creator Gods, as if standing on completely equal footing with them.

The pooling blood continuously swirled and hovered around the Throne until, under the watchful eyes of everyone present, it was entirely absorbed into the seat itself.

Yet, the Throne remained unoccupied. There was only void and emptiness.

It was at this precise moment that the city's air raid sirens blared to life!

The deafening "wail-wail" of the sirens caused everyone's expressions to shift drastically!

"What is going on? Air raid sirens? Is there an airstrike?" They froze in place. Staring toward the source of the alarm, some gazed up at the sky hoping to catch a glimpse of the threat, while others hurriedly unlocked their Cell Phones, only to be left entirely paralyzed by the breaking news flooding their screens.

International news always spread at breakneck speeds, but for those directly involved, this particular revelation spelled absolute disaster.

When these High-level Officials realized that a missile strike was imminent, saying their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in sheer terror would be an understatement. They looked as devastated as if they had just lost their parents!

This was because the source of this grim news came directly from their political rivals—that bunch of bastards was using this exact method to bid them a final farewell.

Under the bombardment of ten missiles, each boasting a payload exceeding five hundred kilograms, the entire city would naturally not be leveled. However, the direct epicenter of the strike—this sacrificial ground—would undeniably be obliterated!

The Politicians knew this, but the journalists did not. As a result, the reporters were frantically looking around in sheer panic, desperately hoping to spot something that would explain the chaos.

Soon enough, they caught sight of the distant "shooting stars." However, the brilliant streaks cascading across the firmament brought them zero joy.

The more experienced and knowledgeable among them had already noticed the contrails trailing behind. It was painfully obvious what these incoming objects actually were—they were missiles!

Carl also snapped out of his daze and swiftly turned to Alex. "Can Atlas make it in time?"

Alex wore a deeply solemn expression. "I am trying my best to communicate with it... No good. It seems to be terrified of something and is completely refusing to connect with us!"

"Refusing? What kind of missiles are these that could possibly terrify a pet of a God?" Carl was starting to panic. If they could not deploy their ultimate trump card, were they not utterly doomed?

If these missiles struck the venue, even if the few of them managed to survive, how many of their tribe's Transcendent Beings would be left standing? Things had taken a catastrophic turn!

At this precise moment, the Despair gripping everyone seemed to solidify into something entirely tangible. Those incoming missiles streaking across the sky were the literal countdown to their Death. They did not even have the time to seek out shelter; they could only wait helplessly in absolute Despair for the impending Apocalypse.

"Hmm... This is the Fifth Epoch, not my epoch?" Just as doom approached, a highly languid and slightly groggy voice echoed from a certain corner of the city.

The very instant this voice rang out, the surrounding space seemed to freeze in a mesmerizing trance. The relentlessly approaching missiles, along with absolutely everyone in the vicinity, slowly ground to an absolute halt!

Without warning, an Ordinary-looking Man materialized right on the Throne. He gazed up at the sky, his expression perfectly serene and utterly indifferent.