This was largely in line with Abraham's prediction.
Following Norton's resurrection, he settled down on the site of the former Holy Lord City.
At first, just like before, he did not show any desire for power. He simply commanded his Prince, who were the First-Generation Vampire could transform into Vampire Lord, to build Holy City for them.
Norton, with his Biyang nostalgia, insisted on carving out a plot of land in the heart of the now-developed Holy Lord City, filled with skyscrapers, to build a monastery from the Papal State era, complete with dirt roads and low-rise buildings.
Once First-Generation Vampire, now utterly reduced to the most worthless slave, flapping its wings and transforming into the form of a High Lord, it flies through the sky, dragging rocks and planks.
The Prince -level Vampire, who served as the main force of Vampire in the War of the Gods' Fall —the kind who could transform into monsters over ten meters tall—were used to destroy buildings in the designated area and construct bungalows for the monastery.
"Buzz... Boom!"
With the sound of reinforced concrete collapsing, the hundreds-of-meters-tall building slowly tilted like a giant beast before crashing down and shattering into ruins.
The skyscrapers that the Human Federation would take half a year to build, even with the power of today's technology, were as fragile as paper in the hands of a monster tens of meters tall.
Fortunately, the surrounding people had already been evacuated under the organization of the Human Federation government; otherwise, many lives would have been lost in that incident alone.
As the building collapsed, dust filled the sky.
Whether it was the surrounding First-Generation Vampire or Prince- level Vampire like Abraham, they were all enveloped in smoke in a short time.
Only the Pale God Norton, seated on his throne, remained radiant and untouched by the dust and smoke, which barely even touched him.
"Boom..."
The smoke and dust dissipated into real dust in the Garden of Eden, and the world was once again thoroughly clean.
"This... this... this is true divine power! This Pale God resurrected from ancient times, could he really be the so-called deity?"
High-definition images of Norton's area had already been projected via satellite onto a projector set up by the Human Federation specifically for Norton.
At this time, hundreds of professors and experts from various disciplines gathered together to study the ancient deity that had been resurrected from the ancient ruins.
Looking at the scene projected into their minds, the researchers present exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with near despair.
"According to instrument testing, when the entity codenamed Pale God used its power, the energy detector showed zero fluctuation. This is impossible! All changes require energy to propel them; this is a law of thermodynamics! It's impossible for a change to occur without any energy conversion!"
The gray-haired physics professor Laolaide, stared erratically at the data analysis projected onto his brain-computer interface, shouting and yelling like a madman. He stubbornly manipulated the instruments in his hands, repeating the experiment over and over, muttering to himself incessantly.
"No, no, no... This doesn't conform to the laws of physics, it doesn't conform to the laws of the universe, it's counterintuitive, it can't possibly happen! How could the world be fake? How could this world be created by God?"
Since its birth, the universe has evolved strictly according to the laws of physics. Even if there are so-called gods, they are merely the foundation of the universe's operation, a derivative of the physical laws. How could gods possess individual consciousness?
Hahaha, hahaha, it's all fake, all a lie! The instrument is fake, right? It must be broken!
Poor Professor Laolaide, in his seventies or eighties, still had to endure the pain of such a collapse of his worldview. He even started to try to find a way to justify the data in front of him, becoming completely insane and constantly talking to himself in a confused manner.
However, someone nearby spoke up quickly.
"Professor Laolaide, not only is there no trace of energy fluctuation on the Pale God, but even the monsters beside him have no energy fluctuations, not even temperature fluctuations. Their temperature is exactly the same as the room temperature, and there are no traces of energy fluctuations even when they are demolishing houses!"
Moreover, from a biological perspective, humanity on Earth has not exhibited any hierarchical developmental pattern, which is the most authoritative and universally accepted theory of creationism.
Therefore, it seems that this world may indeed have been created by God, which explains the existence of various extremely sophisticated laws and principles.
"No, no, no! This is impossible, how could this be? How could this possibly be?"
I've studied physics my whole life, I've studied theories my whole life! How could all of this be fake? How could it all be designed by someone? How could anything possibly violate them? These are fundamental laws! They are the truth of this universe!
The truth I've pursued my whole life, how could it possibly be a fabricated hoax...?
"Bang!"
"Ah!!!"
What happened?
An explosion rang out in the room, causing gasps from the surrounding crowd.
Everyone turned to look.
The eccentric physics professor, Laolaide, actually detonated his restricted brain-computer interface, shattering his entire brain and killing himself.
These high-tech talents are equipped with self-destruct devices in their brain-computer interfaces, specially provided by the authorities to prevent the leakage of certain technologies, for self-destruction in extreme environments. Unexpectedly, Professor Laolaide is using them here.
However, he was only the first.
Just as things were starting to fluctuate in physics, the biology department also received bad news.
After the Pale God left the ancient ruins, the Human Federation immediately sent robots into the ruins and found the super soldier Benny, who was not yet dead but had turned into black water.
At this point, Benny was placed in a glass culture medium, just like a liquid, for biologists to study.
As each analytical report was produced, exclamations of surprise rang out within the biology department.
"No! According to the data, a part of Benny's body has undergone an extremely strong mutation. It was because this part of the body mutated that the remaining flesh and blood were insufficient to support his body shape, which is why he has become this liquid state."
However, this mutated substance did not collapse or die; instead, it was rapidly multiplying and growing, undergoing biological mutations in ways we cannot currently comprehend. It also seems that this mutation allowed its remaining flesh to remain active, preventing it from dying upon turning into liquid!
Unbelievable! This is absolutely incredible! It completely defies common sense and theories in biology. It's a miracle!
Wait, no, no, no, this mutated substance isn't something the human body naturally possesses. It's not our own substance; it's a component from injecting ancient gene-enhancing drugs...
No, no! That Pale God can resonate with the ancient gene potion!
"We're just pigs kept in captivity! We're just pigs kept in captivity!!!"
"Bang!"
Another explosion rang out. Several experts in the biology section turned pale. One of them self-destructed on the spot, splattering blood and brain matter all over the walls and floor, but no one cared.
Those who hadn't self-destructed were now limp and disoriented on the ground, muttering to themselves.
"We are domesticated pigs... we are products of human creation... humanity has no hope, humanity has no future..."