From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 428: Grateful for Great Britain's Immense Wickedness

With such a massive incident occurring in Great Britain, it naturally could not be hidden from the rest of the world.

The nations of the Commonwealth, in particular, were all aware of this matter. It was hard not to know. In this internet era overseen by America, there was no way the Americans would help cover up Great Britain's embarrassing spectacle.

America was currently Extremely Troubled, so having finally caught a glimpse of their old father country becoming a laughingstock, they naturally had to fuel the fire!

Thus, the entire Commonwealth, and even the whole world, learned the news about Great Britain.

Some netizens, feeling the drama wasn't big enough, even posted information about Cuchulainn. Some even went as far as releasing the identities of the Deceased People.

There were also incredibly resourceful individuals who had already grasped the connection between the two and deduced exactly who Great Britain had angered!

"It has to be the Celtic People! Is there even a need to think about it? Did we come to the American Continent voluntarily? It was all because of the people of England!"

"Exactly! It must be the deities of our Irish People! Our gods have returned and will definitely initiate a Reckoning against them. With so many people having died back then, how could it ever be forgiven?"

"Cuchulainn! The legendary Mythological Hero! If even he does not want to dirty his hands by killing you, do you still not understand what it means? An even higher being wants you dead!"

"It is the curse of the druids! The legendary Mage Merlin was a druid and also an archmage! In Celtic legends, druids were Transcendent Beings capable of speaking with All Gods!""This is great. Seeing Great Britain in such chaos really brings peace to my heart!"

In America, the Irish were a massive ethnic group, with a Population far exceeding that of the island of Ireland itself.

They had all come to the New World in successive waves following the Great Famine. Therefore, their memories still retained the true reason why their Family had fled to this continent!

In short, they would never pass up an opportunity to cause trouble for Great Britain. Now was the perfect time for this crowd to hurl sarcastic remarks.

Regardless, the news spread rapidly among the Irish American population in America, letting them know of the disaster Great Britain was currently facing.

Consequently, a rather joyful nursery rhyme began spreading across the land. It was a blessing from the Irish People to England, a blessing hoping they would all die out sooner rather than later.

There were also some individuals with a keener sense of politics who tasted a different underlying meaning in all of this.

After all, one-third of the Great Leaders of America carried Irish Bloodline, and these families were all deeply rooted in politics, naturally possessing a degree of political acumen.

"The Celtic gods have descended? Then could we invite them to America? If Golden Hair could latch onto the Norse Gods using his Germanic Bloodline, why can't we seek out the Celtic deities?"

The ambitions of these people naturally allowed the news to spread even further, whipping up a brand-new Storm of Divine Faith across the Realm!

America truly was a field of crops that only grew thicker the more it was harvested!

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Besides America, the remaining nations of the Commonwealth naturally received the news as well, including several Major Powers: Canada, Australia, India, South Africa, and so on.

These countries also learned of Great Britain's disaster, and so, they rejoiced.

"Serves them right! The people of England all deserve to die. When they treated us the way they did back then, they should have anticipated how others would treat them in the future!"

"Back then, our people helped them fight their wars, and they refused to even pay our boat fares!"

"They even demanded that we pay money to cover their deficits!"

"Exactly, they starved five hundred million people in India to death! Great Britain should have died a long time ago. India should be the one to inherit Great Britain's seat in the United Nations!"

"Five hundred million people? You Indian brothers sure know how to exaggerate! Did your entire country even have a population of five hundred million back then? Did Queen Victoria slaughter you all into extinction?"

The comment sections on the internet quickly veered off topic. After all, the reputation of the Indian netizens was known to everyone.

Meanwhile, the High-level Officials of these nations had naturally received Great Britain's Request for Aid. Their choice was to refuse help, or more accurately, to completely ignore it!

"Now they know how to send distress signals? How did they treat us in the past?"

"Our territorial disputes are still ongoing. We will come help you once we are done fighting!"

"John Bull? Now that is ancient News. We are very busy ourselves, so shove off!" Perhaps the people of England themselves never expected that the situation they would face on the global stage would be one-sided mockery, without a single person willing to lend a helping hand.

One could only say that their immense lack of virtue was a bit too authoritative. People all over the world had experienced their "care." It could not be called eternal gratitude, but it could certainly be described as irreconcilable hatred.

In any case, none of the Commonwealth nations chose to help them. Aside from letting the entire world know of its weakness, this Request for Aid achieved absolutely no results.

However, this was exactly the effect Bai Yang wanted!

"Mhm... So much Wish Power! I am truly grateful for Great Britain's immense wickedness!" Bai Yang smiled broadly as he collected the Wish Power surging in from all over the world, feeling that he had definitely come to the right place!

Great Britain was still a bit too prestigious. Its sheer lack of morals caused many people from outside the Commonwealth to pay attention to this matter as well, providing him with a hefty sum of Wish Power born from their schadenfreude!

Alvin appeared quite surprised. "Crown, this isn't right, is it? Isn't this a small country? Its territory wouldn't even rank in the top twenty globally. Why is the Wish Power we are harvesting only second to America?"

To them, Wish Power naturally came in different orders of magnitude.

The highest amounts came from Christianity and America. These two were practically cheat codes for generating traffic and were their greatest source of advancement in the early stages.

The subsequent Divine Pantheons were generally only powerful regionally, and the waves they stirred up across the world were relatively average.

Previously, the one with the lowest yield was the South American Deities. Bai Yang had to use various methods to endlessly boost its popularity and fame before that Divine Pantheon truly stabilized.

But this tiny nation of England was obviously so small and lacked significant influence. Why was it that, the moment something happened, the harvested Wish Power was already on the verge of surpassing that of the South American Deities?

Did this make any sense?

"It makes perfect sense, Alvin. This is exactly why I chose the nation of England. It may be a small country, yes, but you must realize that this small country was once the most powerful nation in the world. Its shadow can be seen on every other country!"

"It held the title of the world's strongest nation for a full century. It has spread its Culture and sold its goods on every continent, across every Ocean, and in any given country!"

"Even during its weakest moments, this country managed to plunge more than ninety percent of the world into turmoil!"

Bai Yang's words drifted out slowly. "I don't know whose benefactor it is, but the vast majority of people around the world hold a grudge against it. That is an absolute certainty!"

Of course, Bai Yang wasn't messing with Great Britain out of any personal vendetta. That would be meaningless. His goal this time was incredibly pure: it was all for Wish Power.

Now that the first wave of Wish Power had been collected, he naturally had no intention of stopping. Instead, he decided to strike while the iron was hot and launch a second wave!

"Alvin, what do you think we must do to make these countries turn their attention to England once more and offer up a second batch of Wish Power for us?" Bai Yang asked.

"Fulfill their wishes and make these people suffer even more? Or continue the revenge to give them a sense of satisfaction?" Alvin suggested.

"Those are just internet vents. Real nations won't be truly mobilized by such things!" Bai Yang shook his head. "Obviously, we still need to manipulate things from the angle of Transcendence!"

"What do you think of the title 'Savior Recruitment'?"

Alvin was taken aback. "Savior Recruitment? Crown, are you planning to mobilize all these countries?"

"Of course. If we don't mobilize them, how else can we push this massive event forward?" Bai Yang said with a smile. "The nation of England is rotten to the core. Its entire interior has turned into a puddle of mud. I can't even find many 'heroes' here, so I might as well give these other countries a chance!"

Reality shows, being a globally explosive genre of special variety programming, naturally had their merits. Therefore, Bai Yang decided to create a reality show of his own!

"The venue will be set on this very island. The people who died due to Great Britain's evil deeds are the curses, and they are also the enemies. If someone can truly complete the Clean Up of this Realm amidst such a crisis, then they will be able to save this country!"

"Wouldn't it be incredibly interesting to force Great Britain to place its hopes of saving and reviving its country entirely on the hands of its former colonies?"

Alvin nodded with keen interest. "That is indeed very interesting. Then how should we go about the recruitment?"

"That couldn't be simpler. Our Prince Harry is the ultimate tool for the job! And as for this rescue mission, why don't we call it—the Round Table Knights Recruitment!"

Bai Yang had firmly decided on the plan.