"I am Alpha, I am Oga, I am the beginning and the end. I will give the water freely to those who thirst."
The capital of Tias in the Earth Sea Small Countries, Moria.
60,000 military police surrounded the President Mansion, while eight old-fashioned tanks aid their barrels towards the end of the long street.
Cha Na stood at the street corner, his pure white body proudly erect. Behind him, high-rise buildings had collapsed, the streets were rivers of blood, and over two thousand guerrillas along with tens of thousands of farrs followed him, holding pitchforks, clubs, and 90s bolt-action rifles, casting angry glances towards the direction of the President Mansion.
This impoverished agricultural small country’s tiny capital spanned only 3,900 square kiloters of land, the only urban city in the nation with skyscrapers.
Military clans enjoyed luxury here, making the people bleed, taking away their children; boys beca child soldiers, girls beca sexual slaves. Under tyranny, this small nation was overburdened, the population sharply decreased, the economy ca to a halt, and was on the verge of collapse.
The great internet blackout era had not affected them, after all, they were primitive enough, driving trucks and wielding outdated weapons to oppress their own countrysides.
As the warlords could no longer exploit benefits within the nation, they began raiding surrounding areas while also destroying many crops and forcing villagers to grow poppies.
Hell was widespread on earth, but most of the ti, many people couldn’t see it. In a small country with a population of less than a million, who would care about what happened?
To be ignored and forgotten was more terrifying than being hated.
Out of the more than 200 countries in the world, only a few made daily news. There were many small countries like Tias, faced with ethnic extermination, vengeance, and warfare expansions; hundreds of thousands of lives disappeared in riots, n, won, the elderly, and children. Who could hear their cries?
Cha Na took a deep breath; the sll of blood, gunpowder, charred flesh, and the strange sensory experience released from people’s fear and anger were all perceived by him, reminding him of his holand.
"They are right ahead, that’s the last of them," the Guerrilla Captain looked up at Cha Na and pointed towards the white palace in the distance.
Cha Na’s four eyes emitted a green light as he gazed at the President Mansion, filled with anger.
This President Mansion was so out of place compared to most of the rural areas of the country.
At that mont, shouts from governnt forces ca from afar, sounding distorted and noisy through the red handheld gaphone.
"Stop! Stop! Advance another step, and we will open fire! The General wants to negotiate!" the officer shouted loudly.
Cha Na pointed towards the President Mansion, without a word.
Then, the Guerrilla Captain shouted loudly, "Go, my friends! Take back our holand!! Divine Power Tianyang be with us!!!"
Following that, the farrs and guerrillas behind them cried out together, bullets fired, and those holding pitchforks and sickles charged towards the military barricades and the aiming tanks!
"Liberation! Liberation! This is our motherland!" The guerrilla captain raised the only Type95 automatic weapon in the group, and together with his comrades, joined the assault.
Suddenly, tank guns fired, and the governnt army also started shooting at the crowd.
A gust of wind pressure ford around Cha Na, as he spread his arms. Under the road covered with barricades, rows of white spikes suddenly protruded.
These spikes surged like waves sweeping away the barricades, spreading towards the governnt’s defensive line, wave after wave of spikes as high as 20 ters and 5 ters in diater ford, first hundreds, then thousands, dispersing and forming a fan-shaped sea of spikes that covered the entire street block and skewered the President Mansion’s front-line troops like candied haws.
The governnt’s old-fashioned tank, held as a last resort, was also penetrated by the spikes erging from the ground, the driver’s blood sared on it, trails of blood flowing down the tips of the spikes. A tank that escaped the piercing from the ground spikes managed to drive out 200 ters, turned its gun barrel, and aid at Cha Na.
The mont the shell was fired, two streaks of white light flashed behind Cha Na, two sword shadows flew out with greater speed, intercepted the shell instantaneously and slashed the tank into three pieces.
With a thought from Cha Na, the spikes withdrew, leaving nurous round pits and stones on the ground. The guerrilla troops and farrs stord into the President Mansion, where gunshots suddenly erupted within the white buildings.
Everything happened rapidly, like an overwhelming force. A country’s war had ended by mid-morning; the warlord leader was dragged out of the President Mansion with a downcast, disheartened look. The guerrillas threw him at Cha Na’s feet and executed him on the spot.
Cha Na looked at everything before him, at the broken bodies of the governnt soldiers, feeling a sense of satisfaction within, but his anger never faded. He knew well the war and oppression here had been stopped, but there were more places in Earth Sea needing him.
He turned to leave, but the guerrilla captain ran up to him, saying, "Big guy! Please wait."
"My mission here is complete," said Cha Na.
"Stay and be our king! With you here, no one can bully us!" pleaded the guerrilla captain.
"Soon, I will return, but for now, I must leave. Others need ; I need to put an end to the strife on this land completely, that is my mission," Cha Na replied.
"Well then, you must co back, but before that, can you tell more about the Divine Power Tianyang? Is there really such a god who will completely eliminate all the suffering in the human world?" asked the guerrilla captain.
"I am the living proof. Co, co to my side," said Cha Na, kneeling on one knee, opening his arms to embrace the people around him.
The farrs and guerrilla mbers gathered around him, his massive body surrounded by them, hands reached out to him, longing to touch his body, longing to be looked upon by him.
A kind smile appeared on Cha Na’s handso and sharp face. He said, "I too am an Earth Sea person. I co from a small country like Tias. The two factions of my holand slaughtered each other out of generational hatred when I was just over ten years old. I was from an ordinary family, but after losing my parents, I also had to go to the battlefield."
"I have been hurt and have hurt others. War disgusts because it is the last resort of people, aning all other viable ans are lost. People are forced to put down their humanity, turning back into beasts. I had a twin brother who died at birth, but he lived in my soul. I often talked to him; he helped through difficulties I didn’t want to face, until one ti, when I was captured and tortured, he died for , and I could no longer hear his voice."
"But with it ca the voice of Divine Power Tianyang. I called out to Him in my heart, and He answered , rescued , taught , nurtured , and bestowed upon the power to end wars. Now, I spread His deeds, I practice His teachings; seeing is seeing Him; my actions are His actions. You are not saved by , but by Him."
"Now, I have to go to more places, letting the world know that their prayers will be answered by a god. I am His ssenger, I am His blade, I am His furious form. I co from the Holy Sanctuary of Heiside, this is my eastern campaign! A new dawn will co to the human world, an irreversible process, any obstruction will pain and wither away."
Having said this, everyone around Cha Na knelt before him, and He knew that from that mont, these people had begun to worship Divine Power Tianyang from the bottom of their hearts.
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