From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 422: Yes, Prime Minister!

(Holding back a bit, complaining about Great Britain can get you banned too, sob sob.)

"Cuchulainn?" Everyone in the entire parliament hall heard the name, and of course, they all saw that face, which appeared to have absolutely no flaws from any angle!

That inauspicious red hair, which would be considered an ill omen even on the European Continent, did not look the least bit out of place on him. Instead, it radiated an inexplicable aura of ferocious and cruel energy!

Because his name was Cuchulainn!

Even in the most prominent places in England, that name alone was enough to stop a child's cries!

He was the undisputed hero of the Celtic People, but what was even more famous than his heroic reputation was his bloodthirsty slaughter!

His violent temper was just as famous as his name. He had once forged the most terrifying despair upon this very land—a horrifying tale known as the Six-Circle Massacre, or the Mortini Massacre!

In that story, as a warrior of Ulster, Cuchulainn was the only one who had not been weakened by the curse. Thus, he chose to single-handedly face Queen Medb's entire army. He slaughtered them all, even killing over a hundred kings of minor nations, along with countless women, children, and warhorses!

It could be said that he was an incredibly brutal butcher, though even the word "butcher" could not describe a ten-thousandth of his cruelty!

This was because his slaughter was carried out in a completely lucid state, entirely for the sake of "cleaning up the enemy"!Now, such a Mythological Character was standing in opposition to them?

"Ulster will be rebuilt. The bloodline of the Celtic People will descend upon this continent once more, and a new Divine Pantheon will be established!" Cuchulainn stared at them, issuing his final warning. "This land is Celtic soil, and the place where you stand was once our homeland! We will reclaim it all, piece by piece!"

Having said that, the brutal hero had the camera pan to another location. A pile of corpses lay there, with their identification tags and work badges displayed in front of them.

"As for these lackeys, they are a portion of the interest I am collecting from you!"

Those identification tags clearly stated the identities of English officials and soldiers, but from the looks of it, they were already corpses!

Sunak found it a troublesome situation. Watching the image before him vanish, he slammed both hands onto the table. "Now, we know the reason... However, we have also temporarily lost Northern Ireland!"

"Now, gentlemen, what do you suggest we do?"

Hearing the Prime Minister's question, the crowd all chose to feign ignorance, clearly finding the situation quite thorny.

They were certainly aware of the current Era of the Extraordinary, which made them understand even more clearly that this was no mere rebellion, nor was it a peaceful evolution. It was a declaration of war from a Transcendent Being!

"So... is it finally our turn? The Celtic Divine Pantheon has descended!" two Scottish legislators exclaimed loudly.

They were also Celtic People, a marginalized ethnic group. Although they had already attained high status, who wouldn't want their mother race to truly become a powerful faction instead of some easily exploited RBQ?

When you were powerful before, we didn't make a fuss when you called us red-haired devils. Now that our Deities have returned, what will you call us?

These men grew visibly excited, taking the lead to voice their thoughts. "My suggestion is to negotiate. Our army cannot possibly fight a Transcendent Being. If America can't do it, we certainly can't!"

"It's better to negotiate directly. Back then, this land also belonged to the great King Arthur and the Celtic People. Why not just welcome them? The crisis will be resolved, and we'll receive supernatural protection. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?"

Hearing this, Sunak laughed out of sheer anger. Wasn't this pure treason? What did the modern Great Britain have to do with King Arthur? How come he didn't know about this?

But just as he was about to sternly rebuke these individuals of Celtic bloodline, the responses he heard were:

"That's right, these are our Deities!"

"Yeah, weren't we just discussing this issue? If we have Deities, couldn't we be just like the people of the Americas, gaining our own protection, sects, and transcendence?"

"Exactly! We won't need to kiss up to The Church or the Germanic People anymore! Let's choose this; I like this!"

Hearing the increasingly tempted replies from these people, Sunak was utterly stunned!

Was this still the Great Britain he knew? Were these really the legislators of Great Britain? How could they be so completely foolish?

Did they not realize that the very land beneath their feet had been snatched from the hands of the Celtic People?

Sunak was beyond furious. He was an absolute elite; otherwise, it would have been impossible for him, a man of Indian descent, to ascend to the pinnacle of power in this nation!

Yet, this did nothing to stop his sheer astonishment. Why would so many people actually agree with this proposal? Did these fools truly believe they could maintain their status after completing negotiations with the Celtic Deities?

They weren't even willing to follow the rules of The Church, so what made them think the Celtic Deities would treat them any better?

"We will consider this matter, but not right now!" Sunak suppressed the legislators in front of him. He had also figured it out. He wasn't an Anglo-Saxon anyway. If things really went south, he could easily just switch to another system and join them without any shame. Everything he was doing here was merely to secure a peace of mind while in his position.

Thinking of this, Sunak continued, "There must be a proper accounting for this matter. Don't forget how the Irish People got to that island, and what kind of relationship they have with you."

"I'm very curious as to whether Cuchulainn will still come over to help you and become your Deity after hearing what those Irish People have to say."

"He is a brutal hero who has slaughtered countless people. Do you think he will be a collaborator or a violent thug?"

With a single sentence, Sunak ruthlessly tore away the fig leaf covering everyone present, nakedly exposing the likely outcome before their eyes. "Or are you going to bet that this historical Demon King of slaughter is actually merciful?"

Those words punctured everyone's fantasies, causing many to glare at Sunak with faces full of resentment!

Did they really not know this? No, they knew it perfectly well!

But they could pretend to be ignorant, gloss over the issue for now, and then immediately turn around and flee to America!

What did the affairs of England have to do with them once they became Americans? They just needed to let the people here bear the brunt of it. Once those Transcendent Beings finished venting their anger, couldn't they simply return?

Every nation needed talented individuals to govern it. How could Great Britain possibly do without them—these righteous, highly experienced officials filling the court?

Using the populace to let those Transcendent Beings vent, then returning to offer a little benefit while continuing to be the ruling elite—wasn't that a much better plan?

However, since the Prime Minister had already spoken, they still had to give this Indian man a bit of face.

Thus, someone spoke up.

"From an operational standpoint, we actually have six viable options. First, do nothing; second, issue a statement condemning this speech; third, lodge a formal protest; fourth, suspend aid; fifth, sever diplomatic relations; and sixth, declare war."

"We can first issue a statement declaring our firm opposition, then continuously make some responses, and even threaten to use Nuclear Missiles!"

Sunak paused in surprise. "That extreme?"

"Of course not, Prime Minister. What we need is to let our voters know that we are protecting them. But as you know, even America is at its wit's end when dealing with Transcendent Beings. It's impossible for us to achieve it either!"

"Exactly. The other side knows we can't protect the country, but as long as we make the populace believe we are trying, that's enough!"

These men were the true, textbook definition of Politicians. That borderline cruel facade was fully exposed for all to see. They cared nothing for the lives of ordinary people; they only wanted to preserve their own interests, and nothing more.

"Since you have no solutions, we will do it my way!" Sunak flared up in anger. 'Were these people not even going to bother hiding their brazenness?'

'If I were to do something like this, I'd at least turn off the lights!'

"Yes, Prime Minister!" someone replied, instantly triggering another burst of uproarious laughter across the room!

Wasn't the laughter of these people a form of mockery directed at Sunak? They were mocking him for being just like the Prime Minister in that famous television show—full of hot air, accomplishing absolutely nothing of value!

Sunak covered his face. How he wished right now that he truly had a cabinet member like Humphrey.

At least those Civil Servants, whose fates were bound to the nation, actually properly solved problems after lining their pockets. They weren't like this bunch of legislators in front of him, whose only skill was embezzling money!

Meanwhile, Bai Yang, who had been listening to their conversation, smiled and shook his head. "The political arena of Great Britain is exactly the same as the one in the TV show!"

However, he didn't feel that these people were doing anything wrong at all. On the contrary, he thought they were doing a spectacular job.

Because words and even inner thoughts could be deceiving, but Wish Power was not. Despite all the words these Politicians spewed and all the schemes they pulled, they were still proving a very absurd fact to him: they had all fallen for his performance hook, line, and sinker!

These people hadn't even bothered going to Ireland to check, nor had they searched for any necessary evidence. Without a single shred of corroborating proof, they had fully believed the story that Bai Yang had fabricated.

Yes, the truth was that absolutely nothing had happened in Northern Ireland. Everything was merely Bai Yang's story, yet each and every one of these people was utterly convinced!

Their Wish Power was already forcing the manifestation of "Cuchulainn" into reality!

"Then bring it on. Let our posh aristocratic army enjoy a dose of Celtic shock!"