In ancient wars, provisions and fodder were moved before the troops even marched. In modern conflicts, however, tweets were sent before the personnel were even finalized.
At the very least, this was exactly what Golden Hair did. Just as the Church's representatives stepped off their plane, his highly iconic statent appeared on his Twitter feed:
"I have been made aware of Lord Angus's opinion. Is this the decision of the Church? Well, I am sorry to say, but I do not believe the Church's decision is correct!"
"In this era of the supernatural, perhaps only true Transcendents can determine the righteousness of a judgnt. The Church has such Transcendents, and my Arica has them too!"
"My son, Baron, has been temporarily appointed as the Deputy Director of the Special Affairs Bureau. He will lead Arica's own Transcendents to showcase our power in Luo City!"
"This is the true foundation that will allow Arica to keep winning!"
Right below his post was Qian Si acting as the perfect hype man: "The Great Leader is absolutely right. Why do we stand at the pinnacle of the world? It is primarily due to the Great Leader's guidance, along with a tiny, insignificant contribution from myself..."
Further down was a sea of flattery from various officials, netizens, and celebrities.
To sum it up, under the brilliant and unequivocally correct leadership of their radiant sun, the Great Leader Golden Hair, Arica was moving from a major victory to an ultimate victory. They were numb with winning!
Under their precise manipulation, the entire internet's public opinion began to smoothly pivot toward the narrative that "Arica possesses its own supernatural forces!"
The Rednecks, who had previously harbored quite a few grievances against their governnt, were once again swept up in fanaticism. They began fiercely debating netizens across the globe, aggressively parading the sentint of "We have Transcendents too, do you?"
This incident even triggered panic across many nations worldwide. Leaders of self-proclaid major powers and regional powers, in particular, appeared sowhat flustered!
The most obvious example was, of course, the vibrant Eastern powerhouse—India!
The Venerable Elder Narendra had not been having an easy ti lately. His political standing was already precarious, forcing him to cobble together a coalition of nurous parties just to barely secure the status of the ruling party.
And now, with the rise of Calcutta in the east and the entire Southeast Asia region beginning to pivot toward Buddhism, India's situation had grown incredibly dire. Their dostic landscape was no longer solely dominated by Hinduism; the voice of Buddhism had erged!
Those Buddhists had begun their proselytizing in Uttar Pradesh. Under the deterrence of a certain Bodhisattva, even those Brahmins who normally acted with unbridled arrogance couldn't help but rein themselves in.
This made Narendra's life even more difficult, as he had realized an even more terrifying truth: in the face of absolute supernatural might, he had no way to keep winning!
One had to rember that even after suffering a devastating total defeat in that terrible eight-to-zero aerial battle, they had still managed to rely on their global propaganda group to spin it into a massive, overwhelming victory.
But now, beneath the crushing weight of the supernatural, the unrecoverable Calcutta, the muted political mobilization, and the irreversible nationalistic sentints all turned this country's "winning" into empty talk.
Thus, gazing at Twitter and seeing Golden Hair—a man who usually only ate his dust when it ca to the art of "winning"—a spark of realization dawned in his heart.
"It's the supernatural! We must control our own supernatural forces too!" Narendra declared in a deep voice, staring at the High Brahmin Divine Priest standing before him. "I want to know, exactly when will this descent of Lord Shiva you keep talking about happen? If He doesn't appear soon, we might just have to change our course!"
To the Venerable Elder, the most important thing was securing his own position. If the Hindu deities didn't initiate a Divine Descent soon, they would likely have to shift their stance and have a good, long chat with that Jinluo Bodhisattva!
As long as it provided them with the foundation of supernatural power, certain things weren't completely off the table. After all, politics wasn't about preserving one's dignity!
Even if it ant turning this nation into a Buddhist Nation on earth, it wasn't completely unacceptable. Equality wasn't a bad thing; he himself was from a low-caste background, so he found it perfectly reasonable.
As for those High-caste individuals who felt it was unreasonable? He could just negotiate with the Buddhists and find a way to make those High-castes find it reasonable!
The more Narendra thought about it, the more feasible it seed. As long as they could forge a connection with the supernatural, he could bear all these prices!
It wasn't him bearing the cost, anyway. Aside from this vibrant nation, the truly powerful major countries—naly the remaining manipulators of the European Parliant: Germany, England, and France—had also gathered in private.
"Golden Hair has supernatural forces now? What are we supposed to do?" Macron asked urgently. This exact issue was the reason they had hastily organized this video conference.
Originally, everyone had assud that Arica was in the sa boat as them, relying entirely on the power of the Church to combat vampires and other creatures of darkness.
But now they knew the truth. Arica was different; they already had real supernatural teams in their hands, forming a crushing generational advantage over them!
"It makes sense. After all, they have experienced so many supernatural crises and even obtained the dragon treasures of the Nordic Five. It's not surprising they have these assets!" the Chancellor of Germany stated. "Besides, there's also information about supernatural forces from Russia. Our agents saw them conducting special training in Siberia!"
"Their warriors were all fighting bare-chested on the ice fields. Every single one of them was capable of wrestling a bear!"
Hearing this, Macron asked out of curiosity, "Didn't people always joke that every one of them could wrestle a bear? Why would they even need supernatural powers?"
"You're talking about brown bears. They are wrestling polar bears!" rz retorted. Every polar bear weighed half a ton and could slap a human to death with a single swipe. If they weren't Transcendents, who in their right mind would try to wrestle them!
"What's the big deal? It has nothing to do with us anyway! If you want to kill a polar bear, isn't that easy enough?"
The unnad Pri Minister of England sounded rather indifferent. Great Britain had already surrendered to the situation and let things rot this far. If worst ca to worst, they'd just give up entirely. What else could they do?
It didn't have much to do with him either. He wouldn't be sitting in this position for much longer anyway; he was just treating the office like a brief ga!
The turnover rate for the Pri Minister of Great Britain was simply too fast, leaving him with no choice but to give up and let things rot.
Macron said faintly, "Have you forgotten that these Transcendents can also be military personnel? What if they attack while driving infantry fighting vehicles and wielding modern weapons? How many people would actually be able to block their assault?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the other two fell completely silent. The anxiety and apprehension in their hearts reached a breaking point at this very mont.
It was true. The war in the East was still ongoing, and Ukraine was nearly bled dry. Now that the Great Emperor had acquired a supernatural army, what if he decided he didn't want to stop?
Were they supposed to face the military might of that massive nation head-on? How could they possibly do that!
rz suddenly declared, "In that case, I will make a trip to Malmö imdiately... From a bloodline perspective, the Vikings are also Germanic people. We worship the sa gods. It's just that they focus on Odin, while we focus on Thor. Aren't they all mbers of the Aesir Pantheon?"
"Our Germany can align with the Nordic region too! We can also love the World Tree! The Germanic people and the German region are an inseparable part of the Aesir Pantheon!"
With those words, he abruptly disconnected from the group call, setting off to fight for a glimr of hope for his nation's future!
It was perfectly normal for Germany to be anxious, as they were the front line of Europe. Most of those Eastern European countries were nations of Eastern Orthodoxy. To the jaws of Russia, aside from Poland, the rest were rely appetizers!
That was exactly why he was in such a panic!
Watching rz leave, Macron also figured things out. "My country and the Church are fundantally inseparable; how could we ever divide ourselves from one another? I'm off, I have a eting to attend at the Vatican!"
Hearing this, the unnad Pri Minister of England was stunned. 'Wait, one of you is leaning toward the Nordic region and the other is flocking to the Church, so what am I supposed to do?'
Great Britain, in terms of race, consisted of Anglo-Saxons who were furthest from the Nordics. In terms of faith, they were Protestants who had a terrible relationship with the Church. In terms of geography, they were an isolated island nation hanging out at sea. In terms of their current situation... well, they had already left the European Union, so it seed they didn't have much connection left to leverage!
"What should I do?" he muttered, looking visibly anxious as he furrowed his brows. "We can't possibly go digging up our own Sorcerer culture, can we? If worst cos to worst, maybe I should have a word with the Indians and see if we can reach out to Buddhism too?"
In his desperation, the man was grasping at straws, even contemplating flipping the script and seeking temporary asylum from the Indians.
But thinking about it, it actually made so sense. After all, Great Britain was once India's suzerain state. Now that India had risen to power, it wouldn't be too bad for Great Britain to acknowledge them as their new overlords. At the very least, they shared so historical roots!
Golden Hair truly lived up to his reputation. With a single tweet, he had inadvertently forced the entire world into action!
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