From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 361: Transcendent Immigration Policy

(I was dragged by my grandfather to do manual labor for the Mid-Autumn Festival. I just got back and am typing now!)

At this moment, the entire venue fell into a sudden, profound silence.

This silence was especially prominent, as if someone had pressed a special pause button on everyone present, stripping them of the ability to move or speak.

However, the external cameras were not paused, and neither were the ones inside.

Therefore, these live-stream lenses clearly recorded the arrival and actions of this entity.

"Your Excellency, Great Leader, the God of the Original Inhabitants has descended!" Secretary of State Luo's words snapped Golden Hair out of his trance. The elderly man, who was renowned across the globe, unexpectedly revealed a peculiar glint of hope in his eyes. "Is that so? God has come?"

"Yes, God has descended! It is exactly as we speculated. This Sacrifice is not just a simple ritual at all, but a declaration by the Original Inhabitants. They are announcing their arrival to the entire world!"

"The ambition of these people is massive indeed! They might be trying to accomplish a plan similar to that of the Catholic Church across the entire Latin American region!"

"They might even establish something akin to the great Aztec Empire—a unification of church and state, consolidated into one colossal religious order!"

Luo analyzed the situation. "Your Excellency, Great Leader, we must pay close attention to this!"Golden Hair, however, acted as if he had not heard him at all. Staring at the man sitting on the Throne, positioned almost equally with the four Gods of World Creation, he whispered, "Fortunately... God has arrived. Everything is fine now..."

Only after murmuring this did Golden Hair turn to Luo. "Are you saying that this group of people wants to found a nation?"

"It is not just a desire, but an inevitability!" Luo declared urgently. "Look, isn't everything they are doing right now preparation for establishing a country?"

"Gathering Faith, suppressing financial conglomerates, guiding the Divine Descent—beneath this series of actions, the unique Divine Pantheon of the Maya is slowly descending upon this world! They will undoubtedly forge a nation bound by Faith and Bloodline. When that time comes, what will become of us?"

Luo's words were naturally very reasonable. In fact, they made perfect sense. Judging from the current reactions of Italy and the Nordic Five, it was abundantly clear that after the emergence of Transcendent Beings and their complete shift toward Transcendence, even a World Hegemon like America could only turn a blind eye to their arrogant and overbearing behavior.

And as Eastern India, Buddhist nations like Myanmar, and even America's close ally Japan began to rely on their own revealed Transcendent Power to arm wrestle with America, they had truly made America hesitant to act for fear of collateral damage.

Under these circumstances, as long as the politicians of South American countries had any common sense, it would be hard for them not to choose to cling to this powerful new backer!

One had to realize that compared to other Transcendent factions, they possessed a massive advantage—the vast majority of their people had the Bloodline of Indigenous Americans running through their veins!

Many years ago, these people were of the same clan and kin!

Whether they were Maya, Aztecs, Incas, or members of the various Tribes, they all shared a common identity: Native Americans!

Their innate Bloodline Coexistence Trait meant that joining this reborn sect would pose almost no difficulty for them.

While other Transcendent forces might require trials or profound Faith, these individuals of Native American descent simply needed to return to the banner of their own Deities.

This presented no challenge whatsoever!

Therefore, the formation of a grand Empire or a conglomerate of nations rooted in Indigenous American Bloodlines and Original Inhabitant Gods was merely a matter of time!

Golden Hair naturally understood all of this, yet he asked a question that made Luo's blood run cold. "Then... Deputy Leader Luo, what are we to do? Fire another two missiles and test this Deity's mettle?"

"Or should we send troops to station in South America and try to snatch away these people's Faith?"

Luo was dumbfounded by the question. Upon careful reflection, he realized Golden Hair was right. They had fallen into a massive logical trap.

Under the threat of such Transcendent Power, what could they actually do?

The answer was that they could do nothing. Not only could they do nothing, but they absolutely must do nothing!

America lacked the capability to handle this Transcendent Power. Even though they possessed enough firepower to destroy the world, they lacked the courage to stand against the Gods.

After all, at the end of the day, they were still just humans, not robots. This group of Transcendent Beings happened to specialize in Anti-Human Combat. Anyone who issued orders to resist would face nearly endless retaliation from these Transcendent Beings!

No one could withstand the vengeance of a Transcendent Being, not even America. Thus, even if they had the means to restrict this Transcendence, no one dared to make a move.

This was their true predicament!

"Your Excellency, Great Leader, are we just going to... watch?"

Luo felt utterly dejected. He did not want to admit this fact, because doing so meant acknowledging the decline of America's hegemony. It meant their empire could collapse overnight. For those like him who had enjoyed the privileges of being the hegemon for so many years, this reality was unacceptable.

However, Golden Hair could accept it. In fact, he considered it good news. From the very beginning, his sole objective had been to dismantle America's hegemony and draw all their focus onto himself. Therefore, upon learning that his son was safe, Golden Hair quickly transformed from an emotional father back into a ruthless politician.

"Therefore, we must bring in our own Transcendence. Only by possessing our own Transcendent Power can we contend with theirs! Dragon blood is one thing, but there is also another..."

Golden Hair clapped his hands. The door behind him swung open, and a man dressed in a suit calmly appeared before Golden Hair's staff.

"My name is Heya Thomson, a follower of Āsathrú, and the person the Great Leader has invited to assist you! The Great Leader has permitted me to proselytize on this land, and in return, he has earned the friendship of Āsathrú!"

Seeing this man and hearing his name and declaration left everyone utterly stunned.

Secretary of State Luo immediately objected. "Great Leader, this is highly inappropriate! We are a Christian nation; we cannot accept the help of pagans!"

"Christianity... Heh!" Golden Hair scoffed at them disdainfully. "You all claim to believe in Christ. You never stop talking about the Lord and always carry the holy book. But can any of you actually enter a Church? And I am talking about a Church run by a Bishop of Precepts!"

Hearing this, everyone fell silent. If they could enter the Church, they would have gone to negotiate business with The Church long ago. Why else would they be stuck here to butter up Golden Hair?

"Exactly. We believe in the Lord, yet we cannot even set foot in the Lord's Church. Under these circumstances, how can we possibly win future elections?"

Golden Hair's words pierced into the deepest fears hidden in everyone's hearts. They were a democratically elected country, but now, the ferocious beast known as The Church was snatching away the cornerstone of the nation!

When all the believers were gathered by the Catholic Church, even if The Church issued repeated orders stating they would not control politics, their country would effectively become the dominion of The Church.

This was an indisputable fact, and it was what terrified them the most.

The people elected by the congregation would undoubtedly be The Church's most devoted believers. That meant the future America would become a devout nation, even more pious than Italy.

This might sound wonderful, but... would it still be their America? The America of powerful families, financial conglomerates, and the Mayflower?

Everyone remained silent, closely following Golden Hair's speech.

"Do not forget, I am also a Germanic person. My Bloodline is nearly of the same clan and kin as the Vikings, flowing with the blood of the Norse Gods. That is why I sought out Āsathrú, hoping to gain a little bit of minor assistance from them!"

Golden Hair explained, "America cannot become The Church's America. This region is not necessarily Christ's chosen land! And we do not necessarily need to worship a single sect!"

"If we can grasp this balance, I believe that will be the most suitable path for us!"

"In this country, aside from the descendants of Puritans, all descendants of Germanic people and Vikings will be targets that Āsathrú can win over!"

"As for the remaining Original Inhabitants and Latin American immigrants, they belong to the southern indigenous religions. The remaining East Asians naturally belong to Buddhism and Daoism... Only by doing this can we find true equilibrium, rather than finding ourselves helpless under the threat of these religions!"

Golden Hair laid out his plan to them, explaining the next steps on his path.

Hearing this, everyone was genuinely astounded by his sheer brilliance.

They had all thought their Great Leader was nothing more than a politician trying to profit off his position while leaving behind some political assets for his cronies.

And indeed, he had been doing exactly that—manipulating the stock market, printing currency, basking in flattery, and dragging this country with him as it rushed toward Hell!

Yet now, just when everyone assumed he was going to throw caution to the wind and lead them on a suicide charge in Hell, he stood up and told them that, as the Great Leader, he had long ago figured out the true solution for this nation!

How could this not be thrilling? As long as everyone became a Transcendent force, the American Officials would no longer be an expendable, irrelevant pawn, but the sole option for maintaining stability!

At this moment, the gaze everyone directed at Golden Hair was as though they were looking at a God!

('The God of America can only be me!' — Golden Hair's Utterance)