Under the nightti spotlights, Ivan's muscular physique was revealed, along with the blood splattering right before his eyes!
This scene was genuinely a bit too horrifying.
The Transcendent warrior paid no mind to those holding flashlights and spotlights. Instead, he ticulously arranged the corpses before him one by one, placing them in front of the blazing bonfire.
Only then did he remove the gags from the mouths of the three n, hauling them over to the corpses and forcing them to their knees.
"You cannot kill ! I am the head of the Johnson family and a Federal State Senator! If you kill , you make an enemy of the entire Federation!"
The leading man began to roar the mont his mouth was freed. Looking at the crowd outside, the heavy despair that had engulfed his heart began to dissipate bit by bit.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, "You all see this! This man, this Indigenous Arican, is slaughtering our people! He is committing a cri!"
Another sharp-eyed captive even spotted the arrival of the police and scread even louder, "I am good friends with your chief! Hurry up and save !"
No matter how powerful or domineering these people were in their respective domains, under the threat of death, they could only let out these seemingly foolish cries.
But only they knew that such cries were actually the most effective way to rile up the emotions of the crowd outside and compel them to mount a rescue.
The onlookers imdiately beca enraged. Seeing the bound white n, they roared, "Go back to your Tribe, Indigenous Arican! Who gave you the right to capture our people on this land?"
This sort of rampant nationalist rhetoric was exactly what the people of the genuine Midwest were most accustod to.
Hearing this, Ivan turned his head, his gaze locked onto them. "In the na of the Celestial God, by the power of the gods, with the authority of vengeance, and for the self-determination of my race!"
"If you want to stop , step inside and try. In this war sanctioned by the Celestial God, no one can halt my advance!"
Facing the crowd, he bared his robust muscles and imposing strength. "The Sacrifice must not be interrupted. Every person who stands in my way will beco an offering for the Sacrifice!"
As his words fell, a sudden gale swept up around him, causing the already substantial bonfire to surge even higher.
The raging flas behind his back actually coalesced into the phantom silhouette of a jaguar!
"From this mont on, everyone who provokes the gods will pay the Price! Everyone who steps foot in here will be deed a saboteur of the Sacrifice!"
"Roar!" The jaguar was rely a shadow forged of fire, yet the terrifying sound it bellowed left many at the scene with numb minds and ringing ears.
Only now did they realize what they had just done!
They were voicing their discontent to a Transcendent Being, and this Transcendent Being had already slaughtered many people.
Consequently, they snapped their mouths shut, their bodies leaning back in retreat. Aside from their Cell Phones faithfully recording the scene, every single action they took reeked of terror.
Even the police officers gripping their guns tactfully kept quiet.
They were just here to do their jobs, not to risk their lives for these wealthy elites, so naturally, they wouldn't take the initiative to step forward.
This Transcendent Being clearly was not soone to be trifled with. A few people even recognized the identities of the big shots before them. They were all prominent figures from neighboring cities. The kind of power required to capture and drag them all the way here was simply unimaginable!
Having deterred the onlookers with a single sentence, Ivan resud his work. After Carl contacted him, he knew clearly that he had to teach these people the most bloody and terrifying lesson possible this ti. Only by doing so could he sever the reaching hands of those with Ambition!
They were keenly aware that polite negotiations would yield no good results. Only by beating them until it hurt, beating them until they were terrified, could they be forced to behave for a while!
Therefore, he tied all these Masterminds before him to tal fras. To prevent them from struggling or escaping, his thods were exceedingly brutal!
Two tal rods pierced right through their shoulder blades, stabbed diagonally into the ground. Amidst the agonizing wails of this group, the mounting of the sacrifices was completed!
These dozen or so supre leaders and rulers of the surrounding families, Old Money clans, landowners, and major capitalists all howled in sheer misery.
But as Ivan delivered a few heavy slaps, accompanied by the threat of "cry out again and I will cut out your tongues," they were quickly reduced to whimpering trembles.
Fearing authority but possessing no virtue was the most accurate way to describe them.
At this mont, Jeff and his companion arrived, carrying the bones of several children, only to witness this scene. Ivan pointed to the ground nearby, gesturing for them to place the remains there, before finally turning to face the crowd and beginning his prayer of judgnt:
"The tragedies of our ancestors should never have beco a tragedy between us today!"
"But you turned these soldiers into the sharp blades that slaughtered them!" Ivan pointed at the multitude of his clansn's corpses nearby.
"The blood of my race cannot flow in vain, and the deaths of my Tribe cannot be dismissed as re illusions. Since you have murdered so many, you must bear the Hatred of the Maya!"
"A blood feud can only be washed away with blood!"
He spoke these words in English, ensuring that everyone around could hear them. They finally understood the root of this Transcendent warrior's fury.
So that was indeed how those Indigenous Aricans died. These elites had dispatched soldiers to massacre the protesters, and in response, this Transcendent warrior had simply dragged them here.
"I didn't do it, I didn't kill them! I swear to Jesus!" the leading man bellowed. "This is just an excuse you fabricated to murder us! I never gave the order; I am innocent!"
He was putting up his final deathbed struggle, but a flying spark burned him so badly he could no longer speak. Then, the spark blossod, projecting a vision right before everyone's eyes.
In the projection, the very man who just claid "I didn't do it" was staring coldly ahead. "Get rid of them all. Letting them live is already a blessing, and they still aren't satisfied? Then let them all die!"
This was the direct order for a massacre that he had personally issued. This undeniable footage crushed any remaining thoughts of denying his guilt.
Ivan sneered. Holding the Feather of the Eagle God ant he was under the Eagle God's watchful gaze. For anyone to dare lie under such circumstances was an absolute Blasphemy against the divine!
Without a shred of hesitation, he plunged his Obsidian Dagger straight into the man's chest. Scalding blood sprayed across the Pyramid-like bonfire.
He raised the dripping weapon high. The flas behind him twisted into the phantom jaguar, its roar shaking the night sky:
"Feathered Crown Starfire Spear—K'ak' Tiliw!"
The crowd outside could see golden-red sparks exploding from the bonfire behind him, as if a massive, spear-wielding silhouette swept past!
"Firmant's Wings of Judgnt—Takin! Takin! Takin!"
Fierce winds erupted. An Eagle Cry tore through the clouds, the vast, ancient screech ringing in everyone's ears!
This was a prayer of vengeance, a chronicle of death, and a... war Blood Sacrifice!
The man whose chest had been pierced didn't even have ti to react before becoming an offering for the Sacrifice!
His blood flowed into the pyre, feeding the flas until they burned higher and wilder, elevating the Sacrifice to its absolute peak!
Ivan chanted loudly in an archaic tongue. Those very syllables seed to carry weight, detonating beside the ears of every spectator:
"Take the spines of my enemies as Thy roosting altar!
Take the eyes of perjurers as marbles for Thy fledglings!
—Oh, this deep-seated, agonizing sin!
Only a rain of brimstone can extinguish and flatten it!
A century of blood debts is settled here and now!
The chariots of the gods rise from Mictlan!
With your skulls, we build a stairway to the heavens!
With your wails, we compose the final requiem of vengeance!"
With every line he recited, his Obsidian Dagger plunged into another man's chest. By the ti his litany of punishnt was complete, every single one of their chests had been entirely cleaved open, exposing the hearts beating within!
This gory spectacle deeply unsettled everyone who laid eyes on it, yet the flas—now burning taller than a house—continued to declare that the rhythm of this Sacrifice was far from over!
"Now! A Blood Sacrifice for the Eagle God! A human sacrifice for K'ak' Tiliw!" Ivan's voice bood, igniting the final movent of the ritual!
Amidst the ascending flas, an even more brilliant Eagle Cry suddenly echoed out. The mont Ivan drove his blade into the last man's chest and extracted his heart, the blaze erupted furiously!
"Boom!" The flas soared into the sky, and a blazing Giant Eagle materialized within, diving straight toward Ivan and the bodies surrounding him!
The colossal inferno forced even the onlookers outside to stumble several steps backward. When the flas finally dissipated, Ivan still stood exactly where he was, but the corpses around him—whether they were the rcenaries, the sacrifices, or the remains of those pitiful Original Inhabitants—had all been incinerated into ashes!
Only flas and ashes can soothe this Hatred!
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