Chapter 195: The Earth Sinks, Mountains and Rivers Shatter (Extra Chapter)

Having killed Raphael, Lord Cimu walked back calmly from the starry sky, as if strolling through a country wood, noble and elegant.

His flawless, handsome face showed not a trace of excitement or agitation—terribly composed, as though slaying a god meant nothing to him. The world understood he must have crossed blades with powerful divine and demonic foes on the earliest battlefields, and even cut them down.

For him, killing a god truly meant nothing.

At this moment.

The hearts of the world were in their throats. Achuan and the rest were the most tense, their faces deathly pale, feeling not a shred of warmth in their bodies.

The result of the life-and-death battle was out.

If Quetzalcoatl's side won, it meant the fate of death had arrived for the United States.

Achuan and the others were scared out of their wits, soiling themselves in terror; some fainted on the spot, others were so frightened they couldn't catch their breath and died of fright right there.

"My children, I'm sorry." The Lord God wore a sorrowful face: "I did my best."

Then he turned his head away, deaf to however much Achuan and the others cried out to the Lord God for salvation.

The believers were utterly desolate; their faith shook as never before.

Was believing in the Lord God really a good thing? Not a damn bit of use—he couldn't even protect his own believers.

Look at how wonderful Quetzalcoatl is—killing and dying for his people, not hesitating to throw his life into the fight. And the Lord God? He looks merciful, does everything considering others, seems so selfless and kind, but looking at it now, the more you look the more it seems it was all for saving his own life—a hypocritical, cowardly ancient god.

"I want to believe in Quetzalcoatl!" an old priest who had believed in Christianity for twenty years shouted out, and everyone on the street heard him: "From now on, I am no longer a Christian priest—I am a believer-citizen of Quetzalcoatl. I'm going to get a Quetzalcoatl tattoo right now."

Similar scenes played out across the world.

The most intense were in Christianity's holy lands, the Vatican and Jerusalem, where tens of thousands of people were shouting that they were leaving Christianity and would never again believe in the Lord God.

The scenes of riot were a first for the Vatican and Jerusalem.

This day was called by the world the "Day of Christianity's Shame," and was also called "The Day the Lord God Turned His Head."

A proverb even spread: when the Lord God turns his head, the believers lose theirs.

"It was you who won the life-and-death battle for my Indian mythology, for my Indian people. Go ahead and act."

Quetzalcoatl did not act, but looked toward Xiang Cimu.

Xiang Cimu was calm. He spread his five fingers and pressed them toward Beimeizhou through the void, wrapped in overwhelming demonic light, as his great hand descended upon the United States.

Boom!

The earth sank, mountains and rivers shattered.

Under everyone's gaze, centered on the U. S. state of "Nebraska," the surrounding states were pressed down by a single demonic-light hand that shook the sun and moon, crashing down with a thunderous roar.

A heaven-shaking roar resounded through the United States, resounded through Beimeizhou.

One could see that in those several great U. S. states, Higashio Dashan collapsed, the earth split apart with terrifying fissures—enormous enough to swallow entire mountain peaks, black and bottomless, a horrifying sight.

With this one palm strike, centered on Nebraska, five surrounding states were wiped out entirely.

The people within those states were almost all dead, with terrible casualties.

Achuan and the others stared dumbfounded, petrified on the spot, their minds suddenly emptied. They felt that at this moment life held no more majesty of any big shot—urine soaked their crotches, feces filled their underwear.

Too terrifying.

Even from the White House, far from Nebraska, that hand was so enormous it could be seen from a great distance.

At this moment.

The United States was shrouded in flying dust, cloaking the heavens in a deathly gray, as if the end had come.

Looking from the space station down at Beimeizhou on Earth, one could clearly see a giant handprint crater right in the middle of U. S. territory.

"Why did you…"

Compared to Achuan and the others' despairing, death-awaiting faces, the people of the world were indeed somewhat puzzled, and along with the gods they all looked toward Xiang Cimu, eyes full of confusion.

Xiang Cimu's strength—his battle with Raphael had shown how powerful he was.

If he wanted to destroy the entire United States, he needed only one palm strike to fall, but now his palm had fallen without destroying the United States—only five states.

Before Quetzalcoatl could ask his question, Xiang Cimu said softly.

"Quetzalcoatl, stop. If you keep destroying, the beings of the East will still intervene."

At these words.

Not to mention Director Takahashi, even Achuan and the others, faces blank with despair awaiting death, were stunned, faces full of question marks.

What does that mean?????

This isn't China—why would destroying the United States draw intervention from the beings of the East?

The next moment.

【46】 "There are people from my country and other countries in the United States, and also… people from the East."

Xiang Cimu's voice was not loud, but the world heard it clearly.

Lord Cimu's voice was not loud, but the people of the world heard it clearly.

"Chinese tourists!"

Many people reacted, crying out in shock,

The United States, as the world's sole superpower, naturally had a flourishing economy and trade with all countries; it was also a place world travelers loved to visit, because people from Japan and many other countries were numerous in the United States.

If Xiang Cimu struck now, he would also kill his own people, including the believers of Norse mythology, Greek mythology, and other mythologies.

If Lord Cimu were to strike now, he would kill even his own people, including the faithful followers of mythologies such as Norse and Greek mythologies.

China had frequent dealings with the country since ancient times, and people had even migrated, forming bustling Chinatowns; combined with trade and the like, the number of Chinese people in the United States was very, very large.

Not to mention the Chinese merchants and tourists who had come to the United States, just in the Chinatowns alone the base number was huge—many U. S. states had Chinatowns, such as Houston, New York, San Francisco, and so on, very famous and heavily populated.

With this one palm strike, many Chinese would likely die; given the East's protective nature toward its own, it would be strange not to intervene.

"Oh? There are people from the East on this land of my people?" Quetzalcoatl said in surprise.

The corners of the world's mouths twitched—Quetzalcoatl probably only researched his own Indian people's history.

The corners of the world's mouths twitched—Quetzalcoatl had probably only investigated his own history of the Indigenous peoples.

Tsukuyomi interjected:

"They have already settled on this land."

"Settled?" Lord Quetzalcoatl asked. "Your faithful followers are here too? The people of the East are here too?"

Lord Cimu and Tsukuyomi both nodded.

"Yamata no Orochi invited us here not only to help you, but also to hope you would hold your hand. He did not want you to commit a great mistake. Destroying five great continents has already been enough to vent the grievances of your people; the dead already exceed the number of your people. If you keep destroying, those few of the East will vent their anger, and I'm afraid even the Maya gods will suffer."

No sooner had Lord Cimu finished speaking than Tsukuyomi picked up the thread.

"Even though you are a descendant of the Yinglong, if you destroy this place and too many people of the East die, the Yinglong will not be able to protect you. Have you forgotten how many mythologies, because of the arrogance of their most ancient deities, offended the East, provoking those few to act and annihilating those mythologies overnight?

If you make your move, those few will vent their anger on the Maya gods, and the mythology of the Indians will truly be finished."

In the end, under the persuasion of the gods.

The reason for their persuasion was simple: we were all present. If we let you, Lord Quetzalcoatl, make your move, when the East holds us to blame, we might suffer along with you. If we all die, the situation on the Original Battlefield will become extremely dire.

For the sake of the Indian mythology, and for the sake of the Original Battlefield, in the end Lord Quetzalcoatl agreed to hold his hand after Lord Cimu had destroyed five continents.

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