From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 42: Now That’s Showing Off in Public!

"Divine War! This is... the Divine War between Rain God Tlaloc and Wind God Quetzalcoatl!" In the conference room, everyone fell silent upon witnessing the scene captured by the cameras.

Earlier, they remained silent because they felt speaking more would only lead to more mistakes.

Now, there was no need to worry about right or wrong, because those beings completely ignored them and had already started fighting each other. With just a wave of their hands, these two terrifying "gods" created a feeling as if heaven and earth were collapsing.

Amidst the interweaving wind and rain, they displayed world-destroying power. The mingling of water and wind made it impossible to tell whether it was weather phenomena or divine might!

Moreover, these weren't even their true forms, but rather human bodies.

Due to the weather conditions, they couldn't clearly see the two individuals' faces, only roughly guessing that the second person was also a human chosen for some reason.

Of course, their other identity now shone even brighter—they were the Chosen of Gods!

As for the name "Tlaloc," they naturally found it in their research materials. Like Quetzalcoatl, it represented a creator deity, a primordial god, equally mysterious and prominent in Aztec mythology.

Soon, they could see the two combatants gradually rising higher during their battle, about to leave their field of vision.

The cumulonimbus clouds above quickly completely enveloped their bodies, making them invisible.But before they departed, they could still hear the roar of the Wind God, the Feathered Serpent God: "Tlaloc!"

They seemed to be fighting in even higher realms, beyond human reach.

This sight made them breathe a sigh of relief—they had temporarily left, probably wouldn't return, right?

"But, even though they're gone, this tornado hasn't left!" someone suddenly exclaimed. Everyone gazed at the sky-piercing wind pillar and fell silent once more.

Their previous silence stemmed more from political disagreements, bad moods, or blocked thinking, but this current silence represented deep contemplation about things beyond their understanding.

Their brain CPUs were nearly fried by today's events—how could they possibly offer any special opinions?

Finally, an aide who entered saved them.

"Governor, Father Angus is demanding we hand over Mr. Martin Delasso!"

Hearing this name, Newland paused slightly and said, "You haven't done anything to him, have you?"

He knew about certain pharmaceutical conglomerates or interest groups. If they had actually done something to this man, their relationship with Father Angus would likely suffer.

"No, he's fine. Besides drawing blood, we haven't done anything!" the aide quickly responded.

Only then did Newland nod, "Escort him over and explain the current situation to them!"

"Understood, sir!"

...

Outside Los Angeles suburbs, gazing at the distant sky-piercing tornado, Angus let out a soft exclamation and turned to the young nun beside him, "Caroline, you know the specific situation, right?"

"Mhm!" The young nun nodded. A transparent crystal hovered before her chest, containing a glowing cross inside.

This actually complemented the cross on Angus's chest, both emitting special, sacred light.

Caroline asked curiously, "Father, have you decided what to do?"

Angus nodded, "Both of us have encountered angels. Actually, we both know that such beings cannot truly descend in their original forms—even foreign gods are the same!"

"So they must have limits to their power and cannot infinitely release their energy. What we need to do is counter their power with our own!"

Caroline nodded somewhat understandingly, "Is this why you brought me along?"

"No, no, no, you're the precious one—I couldn't bear to use you!" Angus said with a smile. Through their recent interactions, he had genuinely come to appreciate Caroline's qualities as a young woman.

Sincere, kind, pure, gentle—these were the true qualities of a saintess, and what's more, she had been personally recognized as a pure saint by the Archangel Gabriel.

Angus hoped she could truly become the Church's Saintess in the future—how could he bear to expend her power?

He brought the girl along simply to prevent her from interacting with the bishop and clergy from another church in San Diego.

Having lived so many years, although he himself was sufficiently upright, he knew all too well what his colleagues were like. So he had to protect Caroline first.

Hearing Angus's words, Caroline looked puzzled, "Then you..."

Angus held a box, smiling as he said, "Raum's feather has made those above us impatient, but the more impatient they become, the more I feel this power shouldn't be directly handed over to them!"

"So, why not utilize it first to save this city from crisis!"

Of course, Angus hadn't come unprepared. Through recent communication, his cross had revealed its true purpose: granting him Holy Light while bestowing the ability to perceive certain truths.

For example, regarding Raum's feather, he saw the power of "transformation" upon it, and naturally, the power of "wind control" as well.

This was probably why young Martin could control his body to fly out earlier. And now, this power seemed capable of serving more practical purposes!

Anyway, Angus didn't have much favorable impression left for the local church here.

If the Church truly had no issues, why would the Lord choose two practically rootless individuals like himself and Caroline?

Just how blasphemous were the usual activities of these people!

Soon, an ambulance from Los Angeles's Santa Maria Hospital arrived beside them. A somewhat frail young man was helped out.

"Young Martin, you seem to be in decent condition?" Seeing the boy's relatively healthy complexion, Angus breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks to your care, Father!" Martin Delasso said respectfully. If he hadn't constantly mentioned the priest, he might have had much more blood drawn at the hospital!

"Good that you're fine. Now, I have a new task for you!" Seeing the sky-piercing tornado in the distance and knowing the urgency, Angus quickly said, "This concerns the safety of the entire city—millions of people!"

"Please speak!" Martin immediately responded, "What can I do?"

Before him, Father Angus opened the box beside him, revealing the feather that still emitted an eerie glow!

"The Lord says: Hallowed be His name, but not only in word, also in deed!" Angus declared, "Such holy artifacts should not be merely stored without use—now is the time for its use! Child, you are the chosen one. Go, prevent the disaster that would destroy the city!"

Before Martin arrived, they had already learned about the two foreign gods' departure, so the current crisis involved only the wind.

Wind of this magnitude could certainly be resolved by Raum's power.

Seeing this feather, fear appeared in Martin's eyes, but also some longing—after all, who wouldn't desire supernatural power!

"Go, child, the Lord watches over you. This shall be your holy deed! His will be done on earth as it is in heaven."

Angus blessed him once more, the cross shimmering slightly, coating the youth with a layer of white light!

"Alright!" Martin nodded, reaching out to touch the feather.

The next second, the feather vanished, and the originally thin youth suddenly transformed into a "bird-man," covered in black feathers, looking exactly like that day.

But at that moment, the "crystal" on Caroline's chest suddenly brightened, transmitting a beam of white light that freed Martin from the feather's possession. The feathers on his body disappeared, but the power within him actually increased!

Now he felt even more confident, and Angus's words about "the Lord watching" seemed to have become reality!

The youth stepped forward, arriving at the ambulance, "Take me to the front lines!"

The ambulance driver wasn't actually a hospital employee but a federal agent who had witnessed everything. Without hesitation, he immediately drove him straight toward the tornado!

...

Front lines, military police encampment three kilometers from the tornado's path.

Joris and Gao, two comrades in misfortune, exchanged glances, unsure what to say.

Hadn't they tried hard enough? They even launched missiles—wasn't that effort enough?

But what was the result? Casualties among their subordinates, the destructive tornado continuing its path, and their powerlessness becoming their failure.

Now, the deities had left, yet they still couldn't stop this wind's advance. They could only watch from the sidelines, trying to find traces of those two "gods" while they were at it.

Of course, there were none to be found yet.

Suddenly, a soldier approached with new information, "Sir, an ambulance has breached the security cordon!"

"Ambulance? Nonsense! Who's acting recklessly, driving an ambulance here?" Gao found it absurd, "Can we identify the hospital?"

"No need!" Joris suddenly said, raising his phone showing a message from the state government, "The governor informed me—there's a superhuman on that vehicle!"

"Superhuman?" Hearing this, Gao's face brightened considerably, "Have they finally arrived?"

Both men felt considerably more excited—with superhumans here, their blame could be significantly reduced!

After all, this wasn't their incompetence, but rather a battle beyond human capability!

Soon, they saw the approaching ambulance and the young man who emerged from it.

The young man didn't even bother greeting them, merely waving his hand before walking toward the massive tornado ahead.

The young man didn't approach closely, otherwise Gao might have recognized him.

For now, the two could only dispatch tanks and armored vehicles to follow behind him. These heavy vehicles remained unaffected by the tornado—if he proved unable to withstand it, they could rush in to rescue him.

As they approached, the apocalyptic scenery of the wind disaster gradually unfolded before them: tilted trees, scattered houses, and streets rendered unrecognizable composed the entire landscape.

And the culprit—the hurricane enhanced by Wind God Quetzalcoatl—stood right before them, advancing slowly but relentlessly!

This slowness didn't feel like giving them time, but rather like counting down the city's remaining lifespan!

It resembled a demon king, destroying everything in its path!

And the young man charging toward it appeared like a hero challenging the demon king—brave, fearless, pressing forward unwaveringly!

He moved swiftly, his many followers could only watch his retreating figure, unable to keep pace.

They saw the man approach the massive tornado, walking right up to the hurricane.

His body remained completely unshaken by the storm—he even had enough energy to extend his hand before the tornado!

The scene felt bizarre, as no one had ever attempted such a thing before.

The powerful tornado should have been capable of sweeping away everything around it, including subways and trains, yet before this man, everything proved ineffective.

His arm stood straight before the tornado, his entire body blocking the storm motionless.

[That's roughly the idea]

In the state government conference room, everyone witnessed this scene.

"Seems like, aside from not being blown away, he's not accomplishing anything!" someone curiously remarked.

But as he spoke these words, everyone around looked at him as if he were a fool, until Newland quietly said, "Haven't you noticed? After he raised his hand, the tornado's advance stopped?"

Yes, the tornado that had been charging toward the city with incredibly ferocious momentum had stopped before him!

The tornado still rotated, the wind still howled, but before him, this rotation and howling seemed to become the true testament to the hero's valor!

One person, protecting one city—here, truly materialized!