From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 37: The Wrath of Quetzalcoatl!

"Just how do divine beings express their wrath?" Before executing this special plan, Bai Yang had asked Alvin. Within the vast records of the Divine Spark, there was information on many deities.

Alvin's explanation went like this, "It depends on the deity. If it was the Lord of the Dawn, he once spent a single day casting down a beam of light that purified hundreds of thousands of heretics within 24 hours!"

"If it was an Archfiend of the Abyss, there are records of them dragging an entire minor plane directly into the Abyss, causing the downfall of all its races!"

"The most widespread example should be the Magic Goddess Silvia from back in the day. After her temple was shattered by those arrogant mages, she chose a terrifying divine punishment!"

"She directly severed the entire continent's mana network and then ignited all the magical nodes, reducing all magical civilizations to prisoners on the ground overnight!"

"That day, countless floating cities crashed, innumerable great empires crumbled, and eleven intermediate and lesser divine power deities related to magic fell. It truly showed everyone the might of a Great Divine Power!"

Hearing this, Bai Yang nodded slightly. He also delved into the Divine Spark to experience this cataclysmic imagery. "I see... Now I understand..."

Thus, their plan for today was born.

Following Bai Yang's command, the cumulonimbus clouds in the sky, deceived by the "Lie," believed they had reached their maximum pressure and began drawing in surrounding energy, generating thunderstorms, high pressure, and strong convective winds.

Alvin guided these not particularly strong winds, gathering them slowly around the man named Jeron!This scene, of course, was also witnessed by the people nearby.

"My God, what's happening?" As the gunfire gradually faded, the crowd began to regain their composure from the initial panic.

They were accustomed to gunshots, so after a prolonged silence, they understood the source of the shooting.

In all likelihood, it was just a routine assassination attempt. The shooter had probably already gotten into a car and left Los Angeles while they were fleeing in chaos.

With this basic understanding, everyone's tension gradually eased.

They began observing the unlucky victim of the shooting—the "cult leader" who had been so confident in front of everyone earlier.

Soon, someone stepped forward and declared loudly, "Someone couldn't sit idly by! They didn't want us to have such a spiritual leader, so they chose assassination!"

"These people are despicable and shady! They just want to drive us out! We won't accept it!"

"Charge! Break through these grey-skinned dogs!"

This person was, of course, part of the plan orchestrated behind the scenes. The main goal was to use Jeron's death to steer emotions.

Who was responsible didn't matter. Who died didn't matter. Diverting the conflict was what mattered.

However, this conflict diversion tactic, which had worked flawlessly elsewhere, proved utterly ineffective here. Especially since the media were actually turning their cameras away.

This puzzled the instigator. What's wrong with these reporters? Don't they love this kind of thing? What are they looking at?

He instinctively turned his head to see what was astonishing them, and then he witnessed a scene that made his pupils contract violently!

A small whirlwind was slowly circling over Jeron's corpse.

The whirlwind was tiny, like a common dust devil. The only remarkable thing was that it was spinning right near Jeron's body.

Then, it grew larger... and larger...

In the eyes of the onlookers, this small whirlwind was almost taking shape!

But this wasn't the reason everyone's gazes froze and their expressions turned dumbfounded!

The real reason was that they could see, as the wind surged, these fine whirlwinds were actually lifting the Mexican-descended man—dressed in traditional indigenous attire with a massive hole in his head—off the ground!

The man should have been deader than dead. How could he be getting up?

A cry, resembling both a dragon-serpent and a goshawk, echoed in their ears. The terrifying sound, accompanied by the growing whirlwind, presented them with an utterly heart-stopping scene!

The massive hole in the lifted man's head was being repaired, bit by bit, with the help of the storm.

Not many people actually witnessed this scene firsthand, as most were far from the center of the crowd.

But this is a technological society. Everyone has a smartphone, and thanks to manufacturers competing on specs, they could zoom in with their cameras from dozens or even hundreds of meters away to see what was happening!

Those who saw this scene widened their eyes and gasped sharply!

The wind seemed to be speaking, telling them, 'This is my person!'

Those who had discarded their leaflets hurriedly picked them back up.

If this couldn't be considered a miracle, then what could?

Even those who had mocked the most deeply and laughed the hardest retrieved their leaflets. Of course, many more hadn't gotten leaflets at all and wanted to buy them from others.

It was as if they weren't mere leaflets, but tickets for Noah's Ark.

However, there were too many people here. Only a minority had gotten the flyers, so most were still staring at the resurrected man of indigenous descent.

They also wanted to see what significance this peculiar "resurrection" held!

Soon, they found out.

The resurrected Jeron, under the watchful eyes of the multitude, opened his eyes, touched the wind beside him, and a smaller wind weaved through his palm.

But he clearly wasn't the loud, boisterous man from before. He gazed silently at his surroundings and also saw the statue of the Feathered Serpent God at his feet.

"Hah!" he chuckled lightly. "Someone killed my creation and used his blood to stain my ritual statue?"

"Foolish humans. It seems destruction is indeed the way to go!"

His voice was very soft. In such a noisy environment, it should have been barely audible, yet everyone nearby heard these words clearly. They were utterly astonished!

They looked at each other, the fear in their eyes unconcealed. It was a mix of questioning and seeking, as if saying, "Did you hear that?"

"You heard it too?"

"Oh no!"

But no one dared to speak up and beg for mercy.

Everyone was smart enough to realize this was clearly the god of the indigenous people. Those present were either white or black—not from the same continent. What mercy or favor could they possibly beg for?

Opening their mouths might just get them slapped dead.

So, they remained silent, while the man who clearly seemed possessed stepped, one foot after another, into the empty air right before them!

This image of him treading on nothingness was displayed perfectly before the entire scene's audience of several thousand people.

Then, the man slowly spread his hands and spoke in that strange, ancient tongue, uttering archaic divine words:

"Winds of the sky, heed my call! In the name of Quetzalcoatl, bring forth destruction!"

A hurricane abruptly began to blow fiercely. Within mere seconds, it rapidly expanded from a small whirlwind into a terrifying tornado!

The originally clear sky was now covered by suddenly appearing cumulonimbus clouds. A dull thunderclap resonated in the ears of all spectators, accompanied by the appearance of a massive wind pillar connecting heaven and earth!

[A wind pillar similar to this image]

This pillar linked the sky and the ground and was visibly expanding at a rapid pace, soon beginning to sweep up surrounding objects into the air!

At this moment, the onlookers could no longer remain calm. Gazing at the sky-piercing wind pillar, they began to flee without hesitation and without a second thought!

What protest? What confrontation? What interest conflict or orders from above? All seemed utterly insignificant now!

Didn't you hear? Their god is about to start destroying the world!

Of course, for those fleeing, they preferred to call this event—the Wrath of Quetzalcoatl!

Divine wrath like purgatory, suddenly descending upon the world!