The Feathered Serpent God had been in a fairly good mood lately. As the most prestigious deity native to the Americas, Its status and standing were exceptionally high.
Even though the native inhabitants of the Americas had suffered a considerable calamity a few years ago, It had paid little attention. It was not humanoid to begin with and did not care much about affairs in the lower realm.
It was only somewhat displeased after Jehovah extended his reach here recently, so It had issued a warning.
Because of this, it was rather difficult for the United States to lean on the Holy See. They often encountered all kinds of evasions, so although the Holy See had spread its branches throughout the United States and possessed countless believers, it could not be turned into a constant source of confidence.
Normally, no one acknowledged that the United States possessed a top-tier giant, but the foundation it had accumulated over the years still granted it the status of a major power.
Under such circumstances, driven by their interests, the United States had recently set its sights on the protection of the Feathered Serpent God, a chief god-level existence.
Through faith, numerous benefits, and the allegiance of some powerful figures from the United States after their ascension, they had earned some of Its favor. It had agreed to send down some Spirit Fragments for protection.
It only needed to pay a little attention, yet it gained some minor benefits for nothing. More importantly, It had not lost face and had indirectly told Jehovah not to reach around recklessly. Naturally, that put It in a good mood.
It was not a humanoid deity, so It did not care much about the survival-of-the-fittest incident that had occurred according to the laws of nature...
As the saying