From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 12 The Warrior of Vengeance

"Your will, Your Majesty!" Alvin bowed before Bai Yang.

Then, the divine power belonging to the God of Lies began to pour down on the man before him.

Even a deity with only a weak divine power is still a god!

This infusion of power is far more exaggerated than that raven feather that only possessed a fraction of divine power!
Right before their eyes, what was originally just a bracelet made of grass and wood gradually transformed into a gnarled wooden bracelet under the nourishment of this divine power.

And this bracelet began absorbing Ivan's blood immediately.

The blood that had flowed from the wound had now been absorbed by the bracelet and was now nourishing Ivan.

His frail and near-death body slowly began to revive under this miraculous power.

It is not only recovering, but also continuing to grow.

This growth can be summarized as becoming strong and robust, and the wooden bracelet, in the process of this growth, gradually becomes dark and even solid, just like a stone.

As for Ivan in the dream, he stared in astonishment at the "god" before him.

It was a man holding a torch and a spear, his eyes cruel and solemn. He was looking at Ivan with an expression of admiration.
"After all these years, finally someone has chosen to sacrifice themselves to me!" He looked at Ivan and said softly, "So, what do you want? What can you give me, my believer!"

Upon hearing this, Ivan knelt and kowtowed, slowly saying, "I will make your flames the arbiter of war! I will make your spear the one that pierces through the rotten fortress! My spine will become your arrow, bringing you tonight's great sacrifice!"

Ivan knew clearly that his tribe came from the Mayan Empire in Mesoamerica, not the Inca Empire or the Aztec Empire here.

That is why their tribe's god is the sacrificial god Kokata, and also the god of war and destruction!
For such a deity, war, destruction, and blood sacrifice are the best gifts!

Upon hearing this, Kokata laughed loudly, "Hahahaha! Good! The faith of the Kamenpus gods flows through you, the blood of the God-King flows in your veins!"

"I will grant you the power of celestial warriors, and make the copper-red land synonymous with the gods!"

This god of sacrifice and war had the most terrifying face. Ancient war songs echoed around him, carrying a wild desolation and sorrow, making Ivan seem to be infected by such a tragic song.

These songs came to him, into the bracelet in his hand, and turned it into a black bracelet.

Then, Ivan Ruiz slowly woke up from his dream.

He looked at everything in front of him with a sense of confusion, then frantically touched something on his hands and feet.

Ivan remembers clearly that his arms and legs were broken and he was lying on the ground waiting to die.

But now, his hands and feet have recovered, and only his tattered clothes and charred edges tell him that this was not a hallucination.

He felt the abundant power within his body, and as he gripped the black bracelet on his wrist, he seemed to understand something.

“Lyra… are you protecting me?” Ivan asked.

The next second, he gripped the bracelet tightly, his eyes fixed on the "Dream of the Red Chamber" in front of him!
"Lyra, I will rescue you, in the name of the God of War, Kokata!"

Ivan could feel the power within his body, a power he had never encountered before, but which was indeed terrifying.

The immense power flowing in his blood allowed him to hear all the sounds around him even from this location.

He could hear sounds that filled the building before him, sounds that were exhilarating, sounds that were the baptism of desire and shouts, sounds that were terrible screams and wails that were painful to the bone!
Among these voices, Ivan quickly heard a familiar one: "What are you doing? Ah! Ah... Ivan, save me!"

Upon hearing those words, Ivan's already dwindling rationality vanished completely!
"Lyra!" he shouted, as if trying to make sure his voice reached her ears.

He then sprinted toward the building in front of him! "Hey, black guy, did you hear anything?" Inside the "Red Mansion," the two Gray Wolf gang members who had been patrolling were talking to each other.

"What kind of noise could there be? It's just the noise from inside the building," the black thug said nonchalantly. "You've been listening to it for so long, haven't you gotten used to it yet?"

"Of course I'm talking about..." Before he could finish speaking, the door beside them was smashed to pieces by a violent figure!

The sound of stones tumbling down startled them. Where did this car come from that rushed in? Could a car even pass through this narrow alley?

As they were thinking this, they saw the man in front of them looking at them with an extremely cold gaze.

"The Mayan warrior gods would sacrifice the blood and heads of their enemies to the gods!"

Ivan said softly, looking at the black man in front of him. He recognized him as the guy who had just shot and tortured him!

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, reached out and grabbed the other person's body, slamming it to the ground!
This is a living person, but in his hands, he's practically a bubble—if what comes out isn't blood clots and human remains!

"Oh! Shit!"

The black thugs on the other side stared wide-eyed at the sight and raised their guns, ready to fire a burst of bullets at him!

However, he was so panicked that he didn't even turn off the safety, and the bullet couldn't be fired for a moment.

Then he didn't have a chance to fire a bullet. His companion's half-body was smashed by the enemy, breaking him in two as well.

The sense of security that comes from this pure power would have made Ivan stand there proudly for a while in the past.

But now, he had no intention of stopping at all. Instead, he raised his head and listened frantically to the sounds around him, trying to hear a familiar voice.

But as the door was forced open, the entire building seemed to be put on pause; all sound went out…

All he could hear were the cacophony of footsteps and the chaotic, frantic breathing of his own!
"Laila..." he murmured the name as he took a step forward.

As the door opened, a group of thugs from the "Grey Wolf Gang" poured out from inside!
They were pointing pistols and submachine guns at Ivan, who had just walked to the door.

Gangsters, of course, don't need any reason to fire. Looking at the man and the pieces of flesh at his feet, these people raised their guns and began to fire!

This is San Diego, a city on the US-Mexico border, where chaos and violence are its constant features!
Unfortunately, they encountered not a madman trying to break in, but a warrior of the god Kokata.

As a god of cruelty and war, how could his warriors fear such an attack?

"Clang clang clang..." The bullets struck his body, but instead of a dull thud, they made a striking sound as if they were hitting metal.

Panic and fear spread through the crowd as they witnessed this scene!

Ivan then took several wooden sticks from the door frame and, like javelins, began throwing them at the gangsters!
The thugs, who outnumbered him, seemed to be surrounded by him alone, watching in horror as this man, unharmed by bullets, threw the wooden stick in his hand.

"Ah!" The first person was pierced by a wooden stick, which went through his body and stuck in the ground.

This wooden stick, which was clearly a blunt object, became so sharp in Ivan's hands that it could pierce through concrete!
"He's a devil! He's a devil!" someone shouted upon seeing this, dropping his gun and trying to flee.

However, his escape speed was clearly not as fast as Ivan's!
The vengeful warrior threw his wooden club, impaling each of them on the ground!

They were like sacrificial offerings, hanging in place, not dead yet, but certainly not alive either.

"Laila, I'm here!" he muttered, stepping over the still wailing bodies of the people and entering the "Red Mansion".

(End of this chapter)