From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 62: The First Clash of Light and Darkness

Witnessing this scene, Alvin's face was filled with astonishment: "Your Grace, how did you come up with this idea? Modifying his memories to align with his family's growth history?"

"History is a little girl who can be dressed up arbitrarily. Victors write history, so the history of these people is chaotic and full of falsehoods!" Bai Yang said cheerfully. "I only need to shape a history they themselves are willing to believe based on certain people's claims, and that's enough!"

"Modify his memories, making him believe his family possesses inherited artifacts!"

"Connect the former Knights Templar and the ancient Church through his family members, making them believe there's a lost ancient inheritance!"

"Then, in the future, we can continuously add objects, characters, and historical nodes through this thread, making this history completely genuine!"

Bai Yang looked at Alvin and asked with a smile, "Once history takes shape and becomes fixed, do you think anyone will still question it?"

"No!" Alvin said. "When history solidifies, faith transfers! False stories will become genuine history, even engraved on this world's timeline! By then, we only need a little divine power to forge falsehood into truth!"

"Bingo! Correct answer!" Bai Yang snapped his fingers and continued, "Thus, for the first ritual of igniting the Divine Fire on the Path to Godhood, the required thousand-year inheritance faith has already been secured!"

Alvin could only feel admiration: "You truly are... walking the most magnificent path!"

In Alvin's view, Bai Yang's operation was truly awe-inspiring. He was indeed igniting the Divine Fire, but this Divine Fire wasn't for himself—it was for others!At this moment, he had even completed a conceptual ascension—he was creating gods!

Bai Yang certainly wasn't speaking nonsense. Only after standing in this position did he realize how chaotic the histories of these countries in this world truly were.

Because there were no historical records, no ancient artifacts, and no historical continuity, these countries almost completely lacked "civilizational continuation."

What existed were merely histories fabricated through myths, ancient ballads, and rulers seeking to maintain their rule.

These histories were chaotic and disordered, almost tailor-made for him. As long as he wanted, whether adding details or historical items, everything became much simpler.

No wonder these countries all used religion as their foundation—at least religion truly had a self-consistent historical system, unlike them, where tracing back a few hundred years already revealed no records.

This was also the real reason Bai Yang started with religion. A knight bearing the history of the "Knights Templar," a Holy Light messenger emerging from prison—wasn't that much more interesting?

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Returning the parchment booklet to the wooden box, Leon found his previous bag, carefully placed it inside, and slung it over his shoulder.

This wasn't just a record—it was the inheritance belonging to the Temple Knights. His keen perception told him that this booklet likely contained more than just story records.

But those weren't things his "knight" identity could perceive. It might require a clergyman, monk, priest, or even a true bishop to sense them.

What he needed to do now was safeguard this item until the true inheritor of the Lord arrived.

According to the ancient "Brotherhood Covenant," he would continue guarding this secret until the day the Lord's angels descended.

However, based on his thinking, since he had already become a true "Superhuman," didn't that also mean "angels" had actually already descended, and he just didn't know it?

If that were the case, then he needed to find them, reclaim his identity as the Church's inheritor, and truly restart the "plan."

But before that, he needed to leave this prison first.

Thinking this, Leon turned with his bag and walked out of the storage room.

In the square outside, he saw Warden Anger Boda standing ready with prison guards whose equipment had been completely upgraded.

They had put down shotguns and picked up rifles and machine guns. Even two armored vehicles used for suppressing prison riots had been brought out.

This time, facing Leon, they were truly using live ammunition!

These guns weren't loaded with rubber bullets or reduced-charge rounds—all were live ammunition. Every barrel was raised, creating an extremely solemn atmosphere.

This posture seemed ready to fight Leon, but they weren't aiming at the exit where Leon stood—they were aiming at the prison's main gate!

Seeing this, Leon felt somewhat surprised. What was happening? Was he no longer the person these people needed to confront? Then who were they confronting...

Before he finished his thoughts, he noticed at the end of the road outside the prison gate, a wolf was slowly approaching!

This wolf was peculiar—it wasn't a real wolf but seemed composed of countless mists forming a "wolf." As it approached the prison gate, it "whooshed" and dissipated.

When Leon saw it again, it had already entered the prison and was walking toward the formation of prison guards.

"Open fire!" Just then, Anger Boda's voice pierced through the sky. Under his command, two armored vehicles, four machine guns, and dozens of rifles fired simultaneously.

The "rat-a-tat-tat" sound was continuous, but against this wolf, it had no effect.

Bullets passed through its body, the powerful impact even dispersing the mists, but that was all. The dispersed mists quickly gathered again, while the machine guns stopped due to rapid firing over a short period.

"If these guns appeared in my family, their buyers would be executed tomorrow!" Leon judged the quality of the gun barrels while thinking quietly.

Now he wasn't planning to leave either—he wanted to see exactly who this arriving "wolf" was.

If he guessed correctly, the other party should be a Superhuman similar to himself. Could it be another "awakened one" from the Brotherhood?

Leon's heart filled with anticipation.

"Awooo!" A wolf howl brought the battle between prison guards and the mist wolf to its climax. The wolf had now reached the center of the crowd. They no longer dared to fire, only watching as the wolf leisurely passed through their human wall and came before Warden Anger Boda.

Then, under everyone's shocked and angry gazes, it transformed from its mist wolf form into a person.

This person was, of course, Remus O'Connor—that penniless veteran, that unchanging man.

However, upon seeing this man, Warden Anger Boda, who had appeared somewhat tense, suddenly laughed. "As expected, you still found your way here!"

"What? Are you regretting it?" Remus said. "Major Scott?"

"Of course I regret it! I regret that at that time, I should have used a Claymore mine instead of an ordinary fragmentation mine!" Anger Boda said. "Then you would have died completely, instead of having the chance to seek revenge on me now!"

"Actually, I'm not here for revenge for myself. If I were, I would have come as soon as I learned about you from that bitch Caitlin!" Remus said. "I came here because of what you did to those soldiers in the army!"

Caitlin was his wife, and the information Caitlin gave him was the truth about his family's bankruptcy—another scheme orchestrated by Anger Boda!

"You deliberately created accidental disability incidents to fraudulently claim disability benefits and Department of Veterans Affairs bonuses!"

"You intentionally concealed soldiers' illnesses to get more money, causing them to die from lack of treatment!"

"You cooperated with insurance companies, changing their combat deaths and accidental casualties to special category deaths just to receive bribes from insurance companies!"

Remus listed Anger Boda's crimes one by one, then looked at the other's face and snapped his fingers. "Now, it's time for you to atone for your sins!"

The numerous prison guards saw their warden's body slowly burning in black flames!

"Ahhh!" The warden let out a terrible scream. The pain originating from his soul made it impossible for him to resist!

This was also the result of Remus's research during this period—the Wordless Fire could either cause no pain or inflict extreme pain.

Amid this agony, the warden began confessing his crimes one by one.

The video camera recording his crimes was even handed by Remus to a nearby prison guard. No one dared oppose him—his earlier performance had been enough to shock everyone!

Except for Leon. This Temple Knight was staring at the black flames, gradually narrowing his eyes!