Actually, in the Arican continent, especially on this great plain, tornadoes aren't considered particularly rare weather phenona.
Even in Los Angeles County, huge tornado disasters frequently occur.
These tornadoes are massive and terrifying, each appearance causing significant disasters—so resulting in casualties, while others leave entire areas in complete devastation.
However, such events typically don't occur within cities, as the causes and formation of tornadoes require open environntal conditions.
Only under the dual pressures of open terrain and cumulonimbus clouds does this special type of whirlwind gradually evolve into...
Though, under special guidance, these prerequisites can also shift, and there have been precedents for this before.
When the news reached the Governor's office, Newland could still maintain his composure. "A tornado at the city's edge? Shouldn't be too problematic, right? Or has sothing else happened?"
What harm could a tornado at the city's edge really cause? Hadn't they witnessed that city-wide fire before without even batting an eye?
After all, insurance companies would cover the losses, and for those not covered, they didn't need to bother anyway.
Areas that didn't pay taxes didn't even warrant fire departnt arrangents—at most, they'd send people for search and rescue after the crisis ended, conducting so humanitarian relief.
The rescue efforts weren't for the disaster victims to see, but for the dia's benefit.
They should all be quite familiar with these procedures by now, so why was this coming to his attention?
Of course, this was how Newland thought. His main concerns were his struggle with the Blond Guy and his political party's future. As for disasters and the people—what were those?
This was Arigo, the sacred private nation. Everyone should manage their own affairs and not imdiately turn to governnt assistance whenever trouble arose.
The governnt was quite busy too!
"Your Excellency, you need to see this!" Entering with his aide was Gao, the director of the Special Affairs Departnt.
As the special affairs manager specifically authorized by the president, he possessed unlimited authority over these matters here!
Seeing this man's appearance, Newland imdiately realized the situation had escalated seriously!
He looked at Gao, his gaze gradually darkening. "So, what's the problem this ti? Those indigenous relocation activities? Our priest and nun? Their feather demon god? Or... is there a new mysterious incident?"
As the true chief administrator of this region, and one with autonomous authority, he naturally knew all about these matters in detail!
"You should understand that without concrete evidence, I wouldn't be standing before you!" Gao said.
Although he was a special affairs officer with extraterritorial rights, within California's limited jurisdiction, he still had to follow this man's opinion first.
Newland nodded, so Gao had soone bring in a still-fresh video showing the man rising into the air, along with a prophecy about "destruction."
No one could understand that speech, but its implied aning was remarkably clear and unmistakable!
Watching the soaring man and the gradually intensifying storm, Newland felt a headache coming on. "So, have you investigated the specific details clearly?"
"Clear!" Gao said, waving to dismiss the others, then handed the docunts to Newland.
"This man is nad Jeron, an illegal immigrant who ca to Los Angeles ten years ago." Newland opened the file to see a xican-descended man's face.
"He established a small cult in the western district called the 'Aztec Wind God Cult,' worshipping and making offerings to a deity nad Quetzalcoatl." Specific photos of statues and the cult were displayed before him one by one.
The statue particularly caught Newland's attention. "Wait, this statue's appearance..."
He looked at the statue, finding it strangely familiar. This form, this appearance—why did it feel similar to a certain very famous deity?
Gao responded: "Yes, serpent body with feathered wings—it's the Feathered Serpent God! Quetzalcoatl, the second sun god in Aztec mythology, is the Feathered Serpent God Kukulkan in Maya mythology. They are different mythological representations of the sa deity!"
"Or rather, these are different aspects of the sa deity, representing different authorities!"
"Feathered Serpent God... those indigenous deities causing trouble again..." Newland narrowed his eyes. "Continue!"
"Jeron is this cult's leader. Their doctrine claims the Wind God will return here to destroy this world, and only by believing in their teachings can people survive!"
Newland nodded. "Another doomsday cultist, using fear and ignorance to spread their teachings... Did he trigger this destruction because of that?"
"Actually, he was killed by your people!" Gao said without hesitation. "We investigated and found that a sniper from the city's SWAT team received orders to assassinate him. Then his blood contaminated the Feathered Serpent God statue, causing this special crisis to erge!"
Newland imdiately denied it without any embarrassnt. "What orders? More tricks by those who've infiltrated our ranks—nothing more than foreign forces or internal bad elents. Don't worry about this, I'll investigate thoroughly."
Being quite clever, he naturally understood the other's implication.
Most likely, soone under his command had found this target to escalate tensions and taken action.
According to their assumptions, it was probably just an illegal immigrant cult organization that wouldn't cause much reaction, but could create trouble for the Blond Guy.
Turns out the guy actually had sothing real—killing him triggered this massive crisis.
But Newland wasn't the type to prioritize self-preservation and imdiately throw his subordinates under the bus, so he quickly changed the subject. "So what's the current situation? Has the destruction this person ntioned arrived?"
"I'm afraid so, Your Excellency!" Gao replied. "This tornado strengthened into a powerful tornado with wind speeds exceeding 100 ters per second within minutes, and it's currently spreading outward!"
"According to teorological departnt estimates, in half an hour, this powerful wind will strike from the north and enter the city proper!"
"But so speculate the wind speed hasn't reached its limit yet and may continue developing until speeds exceed 200 ters per second, with movent speeds over one hundred kiloters per hour!"
"Have they said how much damage this powerful wind could cause?" Newland asked again, still sitting calmly in his office. After all, wind disasters differed from fires—no matter how powerful, the resulting crisis would be limited.
Gao couldn't provide an answer. "I think we can't estimate that, Your Excellency! Because in Aztec legends, this Wind God once destroyed the world with hurricanes!"
"We dare not gamble on that possibility—we have no way to determine its truth!"
"If the legend is true, then this hurricane will beco the most powerful wind in history and destroy all of Los Angeles!" Gao said. "I ca here specifically to ask you to mobilize the National Guard and find ways to defend against it!"
"Governor, look outside the window!" Suddenly, an aide rushed in from the doorway, shouting loudly!
Hearing this, Newland pulled open his office curtains and looked outside. Dark clouds filled the sky outside, terrifying black cloud layers already pressing down above their heads.
And in the distance within their line of sight, a massive, nearly sky-piercing black wind pillar ca into view!
[Outside Window Tornado]
At this mont, Newland finally understood why Gao had spoken of "destruction" in his presence.
This terrifying spectacle was now unfolding before their very eyes!
Different from the tornadoes they usually saw, this horrifying apocalyptic tornado, even just looking at it, already made people tremble with fear.
Not to ntion, this enormous tornado was continuously advancing before their eyes, and wherever it passed, it swept everything away like breaking dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, leaving only devastation in its wake!
It was under this imnse pressure that Newland truly comprehended what divine wrath ant!
But this wasn't the end. As an aide handed Newland a telescope, he said, "Look directly ahead, at the center of the wind pillar!"
Newland raised his head, the telescope quickly focusing. He saw the situation there—within the center of this massive wind pillar, a human-shaped phantom was suspended in mid-air!
Wasn't this exactly the person Gao had just ntioned?
...
"Such interweaving of wind and rain requires thunderous crashes to appear truly spectacular!" Bai Yang watched this scene and quietly remarked. "Alvin, consumption amount?"
"Wish Force consumption: fifty thousand!" Alvin said. "But we've already recovered costs from the first wave. Everything we harvest from now on is pure profit!"
A smile appeared on Bai Yang's face. "Instantaneous Wish Force from several thousand people, plus one transmission through the entire intelligence network, can harvest fifty thousand Wish Force! What if we aim higher?"
"Certainly achievable, Your Grace!" Alvin responded. "What do you wish to do?"
"Destruction isn't what I desire. Using destruction to make more people aware of the world's changes—that's what we need to accomplish!" Bai Yang raised his hand. "Let's use this event to elevate the Church!"
"That feather belonging to the Demon God Raum is still in the neighboring city, correct?"
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