At the time when the Blue Star broke out in the national cultivation craze, Hodgson, who was wearing oil paint on his face and a feather crown on the Millican Indian Reservation, thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to leave the reservation and fly back to the Black House in Washington.

When he was forced to participate in Lucifer's game, the other councillors chose to go to the Papal States and use the power of the angels on earth to fight against Florence, but he felt the call from Quetzalcoatl in the dark.

In this age of mystical manifestations, any strong premonition of being connected to a god often means that the god is calling himself.

So he chose to break away from the army and go to the Indian reservation, intending to summon His Majesty Kukulkan, who had a great reputation in both North and South America, to use his power to fight against Florentine.

But his teammates were so powerful that he hadn't communicated with His Majesty Kukulkan, the Quetzalcoatl God, and his teammates had a super god to kill Florentine.

Before I could exert my strength, you fell, and I was indeed the son of luck and the chosen one.

Then the problem arises.

The enemy has finished playing, and Lucifer's game is that he lies down to win, so does he still need to continue to summon this Quetzalcoatl God, His Majesty Kukulkan?

In the end, his decision was 'no'!

As a common deity of major civilizations in Central America, the Olmec civilization, the Aztecs, the Mayans, the Indians and many other civilizations native to the Americas regarded this feathered flying serpent as their supreme god.

Countless gods clinged to the serpent, acting as his thugs and messengers, adding to his brilliance.

He was not the original creator God, nor the original Creator, nor was he a god-king.

But whether it is the dark Discatripoca who is also one of the four pillared gods, or the god of war Huizilopochtli, who once replaced Quetzalcoatl and ascended to the status of the main god at a certain stage of the Aztec civilization, or the legendary strange demon god Trakhupan, they are less than one-ten-thousandth of his power.

Even these three gods together can't match this Quetzalcoatl God.

But no matter how brilliant and dazzling this Quetzalcoatl God is, and no matter how supreme and powerful this Quetzalcoatl God is, Hodgson has always had a deep fear and fear of this god in his heart.

The reason for this is that Millican is not a native race of the Americas.

They are outsiders, conquerors, and slaughterers.

After the ancestors of Milican set foot on the land of the Americas on the July Flower, and told these natives of the Americas with guns who were the new owners of this land, they Milican people formed a blood feud with these natives who had lived here for generations, even if they poured out the waters of the Pacific Ocean.

Even though they later came ashore in whitewash and created the Indian reservation and the festival of 'thank you Indians for giving us living space under our guns,' the bloody sins of civilization could not be washed away.

Every inch of free land in Milican was stained with the blood of the natives, and every sweet breath of Milican was filled with the howls and curses of the Indians when they died.

With such a sea of blood and hatred, how dare he, the president of Millikan, directly summon Kukulkan, a god of common belief in Central America.

He was afraid that after His Majesty Kukulkan came out, he would directly sacrifice them to the United States for blood.

Of course, one of the important factors in this is that now that the crisis has passed, everything has rained, the wind is calm, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and there is no life and death crisis in his body, of course, he will not take a big risk to summon Quetzalcoatl.

After all, summoning this Quetzalcoatl to come down may not be better, but it may be worse.

As for Lucifer, what to do with the accidental product of the fallen God and man-made god plans that are still in Milicon soil.

"When I get back to the Black Palace, I'll pack my things and go to Greece. ”

Hodgson looked at the blue sky outside the window, took a sip of Coke, and made up his mind.

The Greek president's speech made it clear that the Cthulhu Evil Gods would swallow the entire Blue Star in half a month, and they, Greece, would move to a safer area before the Evil God swallowed the Blue Star.

Although the president also said that the internal environment of the Abyssal Tartarus is very harsh, and the natural climate and output cannot be compared with the Blue Star, but compared to life and death, the living environment is nothing bad.

"It's just a pity that I finally ran for the presidency, and I tried the taste of power, and in the blink of an eye, I was asked to give up everything, which is really a bit reluctant. ”

Although relying on his savings and heritage, he may be able to live a life of a human being in the body of Tartarus of the Abyss, but it is impossible to imagine that he is calling for wind and rain like this now and holding massive social resources in his hands.

Hodgson's mind kept turning, and in the end he could only regret that he was mentally prepared for all his privileges to leave him.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice of empty silence, a low and sharp voice like a group of primitive people using a deliberately low voice to let out the desperate cry belonging to the indigenous tribe.

At the same time, he felt that his spirit was attracted to and resonated with a voice in the darkness, and then he was drawn into the vast space and time, across thousands of mountains and rivers, across spring, summer, autumn and winter, and threw himself into a place where he did not know the point in time or where.

In his line of sight, a serpent so huge that there was no end in sight, too big to be seen, and so huge that it was impossibly large, hovered over the Americas.

This great serpent with wings and feathers soared above the world in the form of a flying position, and on his back, a divine envoy who came out of mythology surrounded him, flying to his heart's content.

Below the serpent, primitive people singing unknown songs and twisting indescribable, bizarre but incomparably sacred dances lit torches and gathered into a long dragon with no end in sight, offering their admiration and faith to the flying serpent.

"No...... No way. ”

Hodgson looked at the big snake in fear, he had just given up summoning this majesty, and this majesty came to the door by himself?

A bad premonition crept up to the tip of his heart.

And just as Hodgson was staring at all this, the serpent opened its erect pupils, lowered its head slightly, and focused its gaze on him.

At the moment of staring at each other, Hodgson keenly noticed that some of the beautiful patterns on Quetzalcoatl's body showed a pale color.

He opened his mouth and made a loud noise,

"Shigo, return!"