From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 77: The Saint Descends Upon the World

"Ah, just a small test of our capabilities, but it looks like a resounding success!"

Sitting on the newly formed obsidian, Bai Yang stared at a virtual screen projected in front of him. The display showed the ongoing conversation between Golden Hair and his youngest son.

"It seems our cognitive modification plan has succeeded!"

Alvin offered his praise from the side. "Everything is proceeding exactly as you planned, Crown!"

"Truthfully, I didn't even know if this kind of plan would work at first, so spare me the flattery!" Bai Yang chuckled. "But seeing how smoothly it went, we can afford to be a bit bolder with our next steps!"

Cognitive modification was a unique application of his lies, a concept Bai Yang had devised after concluding his trip to Luo City and arriving in New York.

The reasoning behind it was simple. Even after witnessing the devastating tornado, many of the higher-ups in Luo City still doubted the true existence of a "God."

They speculated that these events were the work of aliens, metahumans, or some other unknown group of individuals.

This was actually a perfectly normal reaction. After all, humans were inherently skeptical creatures; they wouldn't easily believe everything presented at face value.

This innate skepticism led to a massive deficit in their Wish Power collection, an unavoidable consequence of human nature.Furthermore, Bai Yang was well aware that he was merely a mortal man, not the true Creator God, and his lies were far from omnipotent.

If the authorities continued to investigate him so relentlessly, they might eventually poke holes in his story, which would result in a massive catastrophe!

He refused to gamble with such risks, nor did he underestimate the ingenuity of the human race. Therefore, he had masterminded the plan known as "cognitive modification"!

The specific approach involved using his manifested powers to manipulate the true elites, guiding them to wholeheartedly believe that these supernatural events and divine beings genuinely existed.

Naturally, the method of execution lay in stimulating their deepest greed and obsessions—essentially, stoking their primal desire to conquer and claim.

Take the current situation as an example. They might have been suspicious at first, but once rival families or factions of equal standing genuinely seized the initiative and acquired actual power, those doubts would vanish entirely.

Consequently, an even greater hunger would emerge, driving them to desperately covet those forces. In that moment, their belief in the "Transcendent" would irrevocably transform into an indisputable reality!

Once the higher-ups accepted this new truth, the masses at the bottom would blindly follow suit. It was a remarkably simple strategy to implement.

As their conviction grew, the power of his lies would be fortified by their own Wish Power. When that happened, the fabricated would become reality!

From there on, the rest was simply a matter of choosing to proceed methodically!

"Your words are lies, but here, lies are also truth, so there is no distinction!" Alvin bowed respectfully. "Crown, the New History you have forged will soon blanket the entire world!"

"Hahahaha!" Bai Yang threw his head back and laughed. "Yes, the New History has already arrived!"

...

History had certainly arrived; that much was obvious to everyone.

After all, even people standing in Brooklyn office buildings had spotted that terrifyingly intense light through their binoculars!

Over at the nearby LaGuardia Airport, passengers taxiing on the runways had clearly witnessed the silhouette that materialized alongside the blinding radiance.

A few sharp-eyed observers even caught sight of the phantom image of a Greatsword thrusting downward from the figure's hands.

Meanwhile, those perched on rooftops and hovering in helicopters had a much clearer vantage point.

The moment the longsword pierced the earth, everyone watched in awe as the seemingly endless eruption of magma instantly halted.

The crimson lava actually began to recede into the depths, while the "Demon Throne"—constructed from all manner of incomprehensible runes—shattered violently under the divine illumination!

This miraculous intervention proved to everyone present that Leon's earlier claims about the "Descent of the Saint" were entirely real!

If a being capable of suppressing a natural disaster wasn't a Saint, then who could possibly be?

Therefore, as the silhouette slowly approached, everyone fell to their knees in worship and reverence. "Ah, how I have missed the mortal realm!" the Saint murmured softly as he surveyed the surroundings. It was only then that Leon and George rose to their feet to face the holy figure.

"Crown, may I have the honor of knowing your identity?" Leon asked, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Of course, Sir Holy Knight!" The Saint smiled warmly. "As the future Grand Master of the Knights Templar, you certainly have the right to know!"

"I share a name with him; we are both called George. I am a Warrior serving under Crown Archangel Andrew!" The Saint pointed at the farmer and continued, "However, it seems that when I ascended to Heaven, the people took to calling me St. George!"

Hearing those words, the Police Department personnel who had just disembarked from their aircraft narrowed their eyes in shock!

They exchanged knowing glances, fully understanding the silent speculations racing through their colleagues' minds regarding the figure's identity.

They were no longer ignorant of The Church's hierarchy and Christian history; they were high-ranking officials who had long since familiarized themselves with the basics.

The name George was quite common across many nations, but St. George pointed to only one figure in the entire history of Christianity—the legendary Dragon Slayer, the Patron Saint of England, the Knight, the Warrior, the Valiant Guardian: St. George!

It was worth noting that even in this modern era, the flag of England still proudly bore the red cross on a white background—the St. George's Cross!

That fact alone underscored the monumental importance of the being standing before them!

Many in the crowd were practically vibrating with excitement. This was New York, and the name St. George was intrinsically bound to England. How many people present had the blood of the Mayflower Pilgrims coursing through their veins?

This was the very Saint who had watched over their ancestral lineage for generations, and now, he had manifested right before their eyes!

However, just as Stephen and the others attempted to step closer, they found themselves blocked by an invisible wall, unable to advance a single inch.

They immediately understood the unspoken message: the Saint had no intention of conversing with them.

Leon was still a little fuzzy on the historical significance of the name, being an Italian. But George Stacey, a farmer raised by a Priest, was incredibly familiar with it. His voice trembled with emotion. "Crown, thank you for everything you have done for this city!"

"And I thank you for everything you have done for the kind and impoverished souls of this world!" St. George gazed at George, his eyes reflecting memories of his own past. "I wonder, would you be willing to become my Walker in this mortal realm?"

Hearing this, George, who had always been a devout believer, was immediately overcome with emotion. "Of course, Crown! What do you require of me?"

"Hold fast to your ideals and champion them as a Saint!" St. George declared, handing over the Greatsword. "This world is about to emerge from the boundless darkness. Alien gods and Demons have already set their sights on this realm, so you must strengthen the power of The Church to protect humanity!"

"I will, Crown, even if it costs me my life!" George shouted fervently. This was no mere lip service; it was a solemn vow of his very existence before a Saint!

After addressing George, St. George turned to Leon with a smile. "It appears your family has not disappointed The Lord!"

Leon immediately replied in a resounding voice, "The Lancocci family has never slacked in our duties, nor have we ever considered giving up, Crown! In the end, we finally awaited The Lord's descent!"

"I shall take it that you truly never gave up!" St. George narrowed his eyes before issuing his command. "Go and seek out your old comrades. Find the original Inheritors! I bestow upon you this Mission, I assign you this Duty—seek out the lost and complete this grand revival!"

With those parting words, St. George reached out and tapped the Stone resting on Leon's chest.

Guided by his divine touch, the unremarkable black Stone, carved with a simple cross, gradually transformed into a unique Badge!

The emblem on the Badge depicted a Knight holding a spear aloft, radiating pride and valor.

St. George nodded in satisfaction. "As a Holy Knight, you ought to bear your own crest. This represents your heritage, and it is the proof of your origins!"

His tasks completed, he slowly began to levitate into the air. Facing the two newly anointed champions, as well as the ten thousand inmates, the remaining prison guards, and the gathered members of the New York Police Department, he delivered his final proclamation!

"God loves the world, and thus sends Angels to the mortal realm! However, the Contract has not yet concluded, and the war has not truly begun. Neither Angels nor Demons can descend to the human realm in their True Body, and those like myself cannot linger for long!"

"The darkness is ceaseless, and Demons are forever restless, but all of this shall be scoured to ashes beneath the radiant glory of The Lord!"

"Go forth, my children. Protect this world, and guard this mortal realm!"

With those final words, St. George ascended further into the sky, chanting a mysterious incantation!

The crowd looked up, watching in awe as numerous ethereal white figures rose from the earth, trailing behind St. George as they all ascended into the heavens before finally vanishing from sight!

Leon instinctively glanced toward the bridge of light he had created earlier. There, he spotted the mangled remains of a prison guard, half-buried beneath the obsidian. His face was ashen gray; he looked like he had been dead for quite some time...

He let out a long breath of relief. Perhaps this was for the best. After all, it could be considered God's will; if this man couldn't survive even during the Descent of the Saint, then he truly deserved to die!