From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 94: Relics and a New Direction

Even in materialistic nations, countless believers still remained, let alone in this country built upon idealism.

The moment "Lincoln" appeared, everyone who saw him felt a sudden jolt to their spirits and instinctively wanted to rush over.

After all, this was a great man whose legend had been propagated throughout the entire nation for over a hundred and sixty years. His greatness and radiance had long been firmly etched into everyone's hearts.

The unifier of America, the great bourgeois revolutionary warrior, the selfless contributor, and the man who forgave his own enemies.

These concepts were incredibly deeply ingrained in the public consciousness, especially in this city that took immense pride in him!

Because of this, many people immediately wanted to come over and pay their respects to his glorious presence. They were desperate to see if this was just an illusion!

However, Chris, who was inside the tomb, naturally noticed that something was wrong. He quickly lowered the axe. As the peculiar power surrounding him faded, the people outside seemed to snap out of their endless fanaticism. They looked at the burial chamber in confusion; the figure was no longer there.

A nation's continuous brainwashing over a century could truly achieve such an effect. The religious-like fanaticism even took Bai Yang, who was observing the situation, slightly by surprise.

"Whoa, so this kind of religious fanaticism is the reason they can instantly provide so much Wish Force? If my plans weren't still in the early stages, I'd really want to pull off something massive!" Bai Yang muttered.

But he was a very resolute person and naturally would not casually change his plans.Besides, rewriting history was far more interesting than some random monster descending upon the world!

The silver axe was set down. The silver light flickering on its surface and the silver blade aura that had just cleaved through almost fifty meters of space both proved its formidable power.

Chris was, after all, an official. He clearly knew that even if he was a descendant of Lincoln, he did not possess ownership of this axe, so he refrained from touching it again.

The power he had just felt already told him that this item was not something he could control at the moment. Perhaps in the future he could, but not right now.

As for Gao and Baron, they were both staring at the axe. The sheer strength of the weapon also exceeded their imaginations. That single swing was almost comparable to the destructive power of a heavy machine gun, right?

At that thought, the two of them suddenly fell silent.

If a weapon wielded by a Vampire hunter like Lincoln only had the destructive force of a heavy machine gun, did that mean Vampires were not actually all that terrifying?

After all, what kind of weapons did they have during the American Civil War? And what kind of weapons did they possess now?

Back then, it was the era of smoothbore muskets, but now it was the era of electronic warfare, information warfare, and drone strikes!

If the America of the past could defeat those enemies, they should be even more capable of crushing them now, shouldn't they?

The two exchanged opinions based on this conjecture and felt highly optimistic. Perhaps whether it was a Werewolf or a Vampire, they were not actually huge problems?

"Your thoughts are sound, but put them on hold for now. We genuinely have a massive problem!" Chris said. In truth, these words were slightly disrespectful to his superiors, but he had no time to worry about that.

Because inside the fissure that the axe had just cleaved open, he saw something completely out of place with the surrounding environment.

It was a piece of oil paper wrapped around a few objects. It clearly had some tears in it, likely ruptured by the shockwave just now!

As the oil paper was unfolded, four distinct items appeared before Chris.

A staff, a Parchment Scroll, a silver mask, and a cylindrical copper tube revealed themselves to him.

When he touched the Parchment Scroll, it unrolled automatically, revealing the text inside.

Astonishingly, the words transformed directly into silver tadpole-like runes, bouncing into the air to form the late president's handwriting:

"Inside the remains of my left chest lies a lead-tin box, sealing the heart of the Southern Blood Progenitor, Wallachia.

Descendants must remember:

If cobweb-like cracks appear on the stone sarcophagus, quickly melt the copper eagle from the Capitol dome to seal the coffin!

If drumbeats echo from within the coffin under a crimson moon, you must forge my remaining bones into twelve silver stakes and drive them into the bends of the Mississippi River!

If this heart revives, then beg the Lord of Hosts to rain down sulfur and fire to cleanse the New World!

Children, do not be afraid, and do not be sorrowful. For though I am dead, I still hold my silver axe to protect you."

Below was his signature: A. Lincoln, April 14, 1865.

Chris picked up the piece of parchment with trembling hands. Aside from the handwriting, the paper was covered in bloodstains and various scratches.

He felt as if he could sense the state his ancestor had been in when writing these words. He must have been in agonizing pain, perhaps even at death's door!

This had to be something he left behind right before he died to serve as a warning for future generations. At that time, he must have been in an indescribable state, overwhelmed by sorrow and suffering...

Yet even so, he still left this final gift for the people of the future!

These words were naturally seen by Gao and Baron as well. Staring at the contents, their brows furrowed tightly.

Exactly what kind of disaster would make this great man say that the moment the heart revived, they must beg for the flames of the Lord of Hosts to destroy this continent?

Just how desperate of a situation would that be?

From these parting words, they could almost smell a distinct scent of blood drifting out. The metallic tang of iron and blood radiated off the parchment, making them feel as if they were experiencing that life-and-death crisis from over a century ago!

"This is a guardianship passed down through the years... We watch over everything in this world, we defend everything in this world, just like my ancestor did!" Chris said slowly.

"Then how do we find this place?" Gao asked. Chris shook the cylindrical copper tube in his hand, uncapped it, and pulled out a compass.

There was no writing on the compass, only a single needle pointing in a specific direction.

No matter how Chris shook or tilted it, the direction it pointed remained completely unchanged.

"It looks like it's in this direction!" Chris declared.

The compass was incredibly antique, bearing the cracks of time. It was obvious it had been buried here for over a hundred years. The silver metal upon it gleamed with a peculiar luster, guiding the crimson needle toward a distinct location.

"It should be this way. President Lincoln's true tomb is here, and the heart of that Southern Blood Progenitor named Wallachia is there as well..."

Right at that moment, Baron suddenly asked out of curiosity, "Are these Vampires the kind of Vampires we know? You know... immortal, sleeping in coffins, and surviving by sucking human blood?"

He had only just come of age. The current Baron had yet to feel the urgency of fading life, so his question came off as exceptionally naive.

However, upon hearing this, Gao and Chris jerked their heads up. They both thought of a truly terrifying scenario!

Vampires were indeed Dark Creatures, but in all those dark mythologies, the most crucial aspect about them had never been their identity as monsters, but rather their attribute of immortality!

"We need to inform the Great Leader immediately!" Gao shouted. "If those people find out about this, it'll be an absolute disaster!"

...

"This is the true test I've set for them!" Bai Yang said with a smile, watching their reactions.

Alvin, standing beside him, offered a brief analysis. "Crown, do you believe they will fight each other over this race known as Vampires?"

"I don't just believe it; I am certain of it! It is inevitable!" Bai Yang declared. "Very few people can resist the temptation of eternal life. Whether they are emperors of great ambition, strategists of terrifying brilliance, or merchants of boundless wealth, none can escape the ultimate fate of death!"

"Now, when those elderly family patriarchs, powerful elites, or imperial rulers find out there is a way to achieve immortality, do you think they won't try to seize it?"

Alvin asked curiously, "Then why did you say you gave them another choice?"

"It is another choice, naturally. This isn't something they are forced to do. If they can suppress the desires in their hearts, they can obtain Lincoln's gifts without paying any price whatsoever!" Bai Yang explained.

"If they can restrain their greed, just the formula for Silver-Plated Bullets on the back of that parchment alone will be enough for them to secure an initial victory against the Dark Creatures!"

"But the prerequisite is that every single one of them must resist the yearning for eternal life!" Bai Yang snapped his fingers. "Let's go. We can go enjoy the show now!"

Rewriting history was something he had to do. As for watching the drama unfold, that was just what a trickster loved doing the most!