After a certain Eastern Great Power went into hiding, Arica should have ruled the world once again, becoming the most powerful nation on earth.
However, the script was never rewritten in such a way. Arica did not seem to truly possess Manifest Destiny. Just as they sought to rise again, The Church, demons, Transcendents, and global upheavals arrived one after another.
Guided by these supernatural monsters, even Golden Hair, the Emperor of Ten Thousand Taxes who wanted to wield the big stick of tariffs, was forced to cool his head under the continuous transcendent deterrence erging all over the world.
He no longer dared to swing that stick, for fear that certain special Transcendents might actually pay him a visit for a little chat!
As for consolidating power dostically, that was naturally out of the question. Especially after the descent of the Era of the Extraordinary, the behavior of certain individuals beca even more unscrupulous. They were absolutely certain that the current Golden Hair and the heavily indebted, nearly shut-down Arican Governnt had no ti to deal with them.
And it was true—Golden Hair really had no way to control them right now, as he was dealing with an even more critical issue: the shutdown of the Arican Governnt.
Because the debt had exploded once again, and with certain old geezers in the Senate stirring up trouble, Golden Hair suddenly found that his governnt had co to a grinding halt!
"What do you an, a shutdown due to excessive public spending?" Golden Hair fud at Qian Si. "Could they find a more perfunctory excuse? Isn't it just because we didn't include them in the negotiations?"
To think that these figureheads, who were just occupying space and living off the benefits, would actually use a governnt shutdown to threaten him, the dignified Great Leader of Arica!
It was utterly ridiculous. The most laughable part was that this exact sa thing had happened during his previous term!
These people seed to have truly taken him for a pushover and were trying to embezzle his power.
Most importantly, these events really did affect him—not by impacting his administration, but by interfering with his ability to make money!
Qian Si nodded. "Mr. President, this is completely unacceptable. We need to let them know the price for this!"
"Of course, we will let them know the price..." Golden Hair said hesitantly. "Go talk to The Church. Tell them I agree with their proposal. Doesn't The Church want a claim to orthodoxy? Give it to them! Let them handle all Transcendent matters, and we will manage the secular affairs!"
Through their previous contacts, they had already gained a clear understanding of The Church's power and deep foundations. Now, Arica's crisis had to be resolved by The Church.
In order to consolidate his own authority, Golden Hair was willing to share power with The Church rather than hand it over to the bastards blocking his path.
Because of this, The Church's prestige grew even greater than before. They began taking over real secular power from Arica. Local churches recognized by the Roman Catholic Holy See gained the sa law enforcent authority as police stations—though only concerning supernatural crises.
However, this was an unimaginably great victory. On Bai Yang's end, the Divine Fla belonging to Yahweh vigorously flared up once more, making him feel a sliver of admiration for Golden Hair.
"This guy's thought process is quite strange, but in a certain sense, it perfectly aligns with our plans!" Bai Yang mused. "If Arica truly becos a Christian Divine Kingdom on earth in the future, we might just have to make Golden Hair a Supplicant!"
Alvin couldn't help but laugh as he chid in, "Crown, I am afraid that will not do. Given the sins he carries, there is no other possibility for him aside from descending into Hell!"
"Who says? He could always go to the Netherworld! As long as he heads to the East, he can experience the joy of the eighteen levels of hell added to his burden!" Bai Yang declared. He shifted his gaze away from the White House and looked toward The South. "Alright, let the Divine Fla burn a little longer. Let us see if any of these chosen ones in The South have fallen into Depravity!"
The Depravity of the Transcendents in India had given Bai Yang an extrely poor first impression. He could allow Transcendents to have their own thoughts, but to betray their Class the mont they gained power was simply going too far.
If everyone did that, how was he supposed to advance the progress of the transcendent era?
"They are currently plotting a War!" Alvin said to Bai Yang with a smile. "These Original Inhabitants who have obtained Transcendent Power are fully prepared to wage war against everyone in the southern region! They want to go to war with all the Drug Traffickers, bandits, and Warlords!"
"Oh?" Hearing this, Bai Yang lifted his head with keen interest. "Who organized it? Carl? Evan? Or Alex?"
"You could say all of them..." Alvin replied. "You might want to go over and take a look personally, and then reconsider the true shaping thod for the neighboring Divine Pantheon. After all, this is the second Divine Pantheon you have created. It should have its own existential attributes, should it not?"
Bai Yang nodded gently. "You are right. We used the South Arican Gods to shape the War of the Gods and the battlefields of the past, so we cannot forget this special thod of creation. It is ti for these Deities to display their mighty power in this Ignorant and Unenlightened Land!"
"I wonder, on this land, will Sacrifices of blood and fire appear too barbaric?"
"Of course not, Crown—for this land, perhaps the descent of Deities is true salvation."
... xico, Southern California.
Under the near tacit approval of both countries, the vast region stretching from the south of San Diego to northern Southern California had now beco the Territory of the Apache Tribe.
Neither Arica nor xico seed to have any intention of asserting sovereignty here. They simply watched as tribes from the north and people from the south all converged on this location.
This gathering persisted for half a year.
And over these six months, as transcendent forces conquered territories across the globe, and as people worldwide gained a much clearer understanding of transcendent matters, this previously lukewarm region suddenly beca bustling with activity.
For example, over the past month, countries from all across South Arica had submitted applications to visit, hoping to co and take a look—which was, in reality, a search for their roots.
Compared to Arica's strictly segregated Racial System, South Arica had been colonized earlier, and the process was not as brutally definitive as that of the Anglo-Saxons. Therefore, a large portion of their population consisted of Mixed-Blood descendants of Original Inhabitants and White People.
Because of this, their faith was quite free. They could believe in the Lord, but naturally, they could also revere the deities of the Original Inhabitants.
People were very practical. If they could gain the support of Transcendent Power, then putting their faith in the gods of their own Bloodline was not a big deal at all.
anwhile, inside the current dwellings of the Apache Tribe, Carl was discussing this very matter with the three people in front of him.
"Initially, I wanted to invite them right over to participate in our Sacrifices. But thinking about it now, this does not seem like a good ti..." Carl stated. "The land beneath our feet is not exactly peaceful, and our faith has not truly taken root. Furthermore, there are still so people who constantly hinder our Proselytizing!"
"I believe that cleaning up our house before receiving guests is a much better choice!"
He thought back to all the things that group of Drug Traffickers had done over the past six months to break through the Apache Tribe, and he only felt a wave of disgust.
Those Drug Traffickers had no bottom line. They utilized Assassination, Poisoning, Infiltration, Bribery, and other underhanded thods to stir up one Turmoil after another within the camp.
This strengthened his resolve to thoroughly Clean Up these people once and for all!
Hearing him say this, Jaron nodded in strong agreent. "Yes, absolutely. That is exactly what we should do. We should have taken action against those damn Drug Traffickers ages ago! Only by cleaning them up can we show our power to the world and engage in Proselytizing, just like The Church!"
"Mm, I agree too!" Remus nodded and said, "I am a Warrior of the God of Sacrifice and the Death God. Death and Sacrifice are the best forms of expression, and those Drug Traffickers truly deserve to die!"
Alex was even more direct. "The rciful Yu Shen will certainly not allow such people to exist in this world. I agree as well. Let us dispose of them and make them the sacrificial tribute for the rebuilding of our Empire!"
Seeing that the three were in unanimous agreent, Carl nodded in gratification. "That is what I thought as well. If we cannot make these people feel Fear, our plans will be nothing but empty talk!"
"Coincidentally, our gods are the Deities who understand Fear the best!"
In this land of Latin Arica, almost every Mythological Story contained beliefs rooted in Death and Bloody Slaughter, so they were not the least bit afraid to discuss such matters.
In this culture, all malice would prowl, dissolve, and burn right here!
Seeing the battle intent in the eyes of the three n, Chief Carl nodded. "The Apache Tribe is not our true na. We should be the Inheritors of that ancient Empire. This ti, we will carry out the spirit belonging to the Mayan Gods, the Aztec Empire, and the Inca Empire all across this land!"
"We need The Faithful, not a group of Drug Traffickers who produce nothing, understand nothing of the Deities, and only know how to slaughter!"
"I prayed to the War God, and the War God answered with only one word: Death!"
"Go, Warriors of the Sky God. Go and bring Death to those ignorant Drug Traffickers!"
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