From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 84: The True Secret History

Even so, Professor Margaret still felt somewhat dissatisfied, so she rephrased her argument. "If what is written here is true, then the entire American Civil War, and perhaps even the entire history of the United States, will have to be rewritten!"

"That is absolutely impossible. The historical materials of the American Civil War are incredibly clear. Various families have recorded these events, leaving no room for any other possibilities!"

"This is just like that monstrous lie about the Priory of Sion! I believe this is nothing more than a piece of pseudo-history fabricated by a bunch of grandstanding clowns!"

Beside her, the other professors, with the exception of Professor Thomas, nodded slowly in agreement.

When they first laid eyes on the documents, they felt as if they were going blind. What on earth was written in there? Was any of it remotely logical?

These experts immediately branded the contents as pseudo-history. In all likelihood, it was just another fabrication concocted by scammers to cause them grief, a silent roar from a bunch of losers directed at those with vested interests.

"Your Excellency, Vice President, can we share the specific details with them?" Right at that moment, Professor Thomas asked curiously.

Qian Si did not overthink it and gave a slight nod. "Go ahead. They have already signed the non-disclosure agreements. If anything leaks, the Secret Service will be paying them a visit!"

Even though America was currently like a sinking ship, the political alliance forged by Golden Hair, Qian Si, and the others was certainly no fragile vessel.

The fact that they managed to deploy over two thousand military personnel right into the heart of the enemy's territory, despite the intense pressure and sabotage from the opposition party, spoke volumes about their operational execution.If these so-called experts actually dared to leak the information, they would be purged all the same. This was the confidence they had gained after recently consolidating their power.

A Supernatural Calamity would naturally plunge the country into chaos and unsettle the public, but such a crisis also allowed them to consolidate their grip on power more effectively.

Take the current Special Affairs Processing Bureau, for instance, or Golden Hair, who was currently negotiating with various factions. After taking control of supernatural matters, Golden Hair's previously hopeless political situation had instantly been revitalized.

Listening to their conversation, Margaret was thoroughly confused. She stared at Professor Thomas and asked, "What are you talking about? What specific details?"

After listening to this riddling exchange, Gao signaled for Austin to lead them into the adjacent room, subjecting them to a baptism regarding the supernatural mystery!

In that room, certain documents and videos would give these professors a much clearer perspective on the provided materials.

While this group of professors, whose average age exceeded sixty, had their entire worldviews shattered and rebuilt, Professor Thomas picked up the ancient document in his hands. He began to recount the information recorded within it to the few people remaining in the conference room.

This was not actually a formal historical document or some so-called unofficial history text. It read more like Owen McDowell's personal diary.

Everyone knew that Owen McDowell was a general during the American Civil War. In fact, he was the very first general dispatched by then-President Abraham Lincoln to lead the vanguard forces.

Consequently, his diary heavily resembled a campaign diary:

"April 10, 1861. Under the orders of President Lincoln, I am to attack Richmond, the capital of the Confederate forces. This will be a very simple battle. Our troops are well-equipped, our weapons are advanced, and our men are all highly trained members of the regular army. This will be a glorious battle belonging to me!"

"June 21, 1861. We have advanced to the front lines of the Southern Provinces and finally laid eyes on the Southerners' army! Yes, they have indeed deployed black slaves in massive numbers. How could those black men, completely devoid of combat power, possibly be a match for our fine boys? We have won a tremendous victory. Now, I can push the front lines all the way to the Manassas Railway Junction! Victory to the Union Army!"

"July 16, 1861. I led my troops and captured Matthew's Hill. As expected, this fragile Confederate Army is no match for us! Yet, I still harbor a dreadful premonition in my heart. Why are there tightly sealed carriages lingering at the rear of their formation?"

"July 21, 1861. Bullshit! This is absolute bullshit! Our offensive was halted by a pack of werewolves! Weren't these dark creatures supposed to be mere legends? Why are they real?

Those carriages were full of these creatures! They are monsters, terrifying abominations!

They weathered our bullets and tore right through the left flank of the Federal Army's defense line... Bullets cannot kill them. We have been routed..." What followed was a large section blacked out with ink, leaving nothing visible.

The next legible passage skipped ahead an entire year:

"August 7, 1862. Because of my defeat the previous year, I was stationed in the rear for a year. However, the war has grown far too dire, so I had no choice but to lead my troops once more, arriving at Bull Run. I can only hope that this time, no dark creatures will make an appearance..."

"August 29, 1862. We have been routed once again. Robert E. Lee, that damned bastard, he... he is actually a transformed werewolf? Damn it all! We have no choice but to retreat to Washington D.C... There is not much time left for us!"

"September 7, 1862. Thank goodness, thank goodness. We received the aid of Trinity Church. The bishops and priests worked together to drive away the darkness encroaching from the south, and we have won this crucial battle!"

A massive portion of the subsequent pages was completely obliterated, the handwriting thoroughly blacked out by heavy ink. Only a few key dates remained visible: September 1862, June 1863, December 1864...

It was not until the final three pages that detailed content resurfaced. It was written in a frantic, panicked scrawl:

"April 14, 1865. How dare they! How could they dare! How could they do this? President Lincoln... This... Why did this happen? Right at the exact moment The Church just left?"

Pausing at this point, Professor Thomas made a specific note. "Historically, this is the very day President Lincoln was assassinated."

Everyone nodded in unison, watching him continue to turn the pages.

There was another long stretch of heavy black ink until the final record appeared on the very last page:

"May 3, 1885. I can feel that I am about to return to the embrace of The Lord, yet I have ultimately chosen to leave behind these final words.

Following President Lincoln's assassination, The Church purged and sealed all files concerning Transcendent Beings. The federal government blamed various bizarre phenomena on the hallucinogenic effects of 'malaria.' If I had not personally attended the burial ceremony for President Lincoln's remains, if I had not seen the Cardinal personally engrave a Hebrew curse and place the silver crucifix inside his coffin, I might have actually believed it!

However, Archbishop Lauscher from Europe told me that this is not the end, but merely the prelude to a new era! The darkness will never simply fade away. This war was nothing more than a brief awakening for a handful of dark creatures! In the future, they will awaken once more, and they will bring an even greater disaster to this world!"

Gazing at these unmistakably clear records, looking at the vivid handwriting that remained despite the black ink, everyone present fell into a stunned silence.

"Did America truly possess such a history in its past?" The most astonished among them was, of course, Baron. The young man could feel an invisible hand reaching out from the depths of history.

In particular, the mention of "The Church" supposedly being capable of purging all records—how was that even possible?

If The Church genuinely possessed such formidable power, why did they seem like nothing more than a group of irrelevant bystanders now?

Soon after, the doors to the conference room opened once more. Professor Margaret and the group of scholars walked back in, still locked in heated debate.

"Both The Lord and demons have descended. The fact that dark creatures like werewolves once existed in the world is easily explained now, isn't it?"

"My God... to think that such secret entities existed right beneath our noses in our own world!"

"Then is there a possibility that, even if these things do exist, this document is still just an unofficial history? Why would General McDowell leave behind such a record? And why are we only discovering it now?"

Hearing their words, Austin, who had been accompanying them, finally spoke up. "Because at the very site where this document was recovered, we found the suspected tracks of a werewolf!"

Hearing him say this, Professor Thomas, who had been deep in thought, reacted instantly. "Which means the werewolves found this family one step ahead of us, correct? They simply failed to uncover this document!"

"Then why did the werewolves slaughter everyone in this family? Is it possible that this family still retained certain powers or artifacts capable of combating dark creatures? Or perhaps they held crucial evidence and information?"

At his words, everyone immediately snapped their heads up. Such a theory seemed... incredibly logical!