I made up myths in America

Chapter 117 Gentlemen, I love war!

Boom! ! !
Just as incredibly thick ink spread across the sky, the already pitch-black sky suddenly became even darker for Londoners who could only see their surroundings by the city lights.

Dozens of air-to-air missiles, flying at speeds exceeding Mach 4, approached within a radius of 500 meters of Dio, but then seemed to get stuck in a quagmire, their speed decreasing until they were finally enveloped by darkness and came to a standstill in the sky.

In the temporary command center, although they already knew that Dio, who was associated with the Egyptian demon god, might not be so easy to deal with, the cabinet officials still felt a chill in their hearts upon seeing this scene.

Especially when they saw Dio casually stroll through the sky, grabbing the hovering missiles and flinging them out one by one, hitting the Typhoon fighters that had already made long-range evasive maneuvers, their expressions became even more grim.

While signaling to the military to send more fighter jets to distract the enemy, they took a deep breath, leaned back in their seats, and nodded to Major General Patrick, with whom they were having a video conversation, indicating that the other party could begin implementing Plan B.

Their British Empire is, after all, one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, and its ancestors were once powerful; it is not so weak and easily bullied.

After realizing that the superhumans on their side were unreliable and there was no way out, the British government, whose administrative efficiency was absurdly low, became surprisingly efficient.

After Father Pucci's diary, which was considered an important document, was made public to the expert think tank.

Someone has found what appears to be the only feasible way to suppress Dio Brando.

The sacred relic Father Anderson once used to seal Dio, Helena's Holy Nail!!
This refers to the three or four nails that Helena Augustus, the Roman Empress, removed from the True Cross from which Jesus Christ was killed; these nails were the ones that held Jesus' hands and feet together and were stained with the blood of God.

This item is not unique; the British Museum happens to have one secretly preserved as well.

The relic has now been nervously melted down by two workers into three special bullets and handed over to Major General Patrick, the head of BPRD.

After much hesitation, Major General Patrick chose to hand them over to Michael, a 'prisoner' at the base.

"I?"

Meanwhile, in the underground basement of the Natural History Museum in London, Michael, who had been lying low and waiting for someone from New York to come and ransom him, stared in astonishment and pointed to himself.

“That’s right, I’ve investigated your background, Michael.”

Major General Patrick solemnly stated, "From a young age, I displayed exceptional shooting talent, which even caught the eye of a shooting association coach. I trained for two years and participated in various Pan American youth shooting competitions. However, I later had a falling out with that coach over contract splitting and chose to join the U.S. Army. During my service in the Green Berets, I won two international sniper championships. But later, I left the army after a fight with a superior officer, reportedly over a new female recruit, and joined the New York Police Department."

"You were able to find this out? Your intelligence agencies are truly terrifying."

Michael scoffed at this, sprawled on the bed, still showing no intention of taking the three bullets. This was clearly a deadly job, guaranteed to kill him.

A few seconds later, Major General Patrik spoke his next sentence.

"After saving London, you will be granted the title of Earl by His Majesty the King, as well as a bonus of one billion pounds."

"No problem, I'll take it!!"

Michael's eyes lit up, and he jumped up.

“You are so poor and weak.”

Meanwhile, as fighter jets exploded one after another in the sky, a look of boredom appeared on Dio's handsome face.

He descended step by step from the sky, as if stepping down a royal staircase, and stood atop the ancient Tower of London under the terrified gazes of all the citizens of London. A rare hint of nostalgia flickered in his cold, heterochromatic eyes.

"Ah, this is the place where that old bastard Anderson sealed me away. Now he's dead, Pucci is dead, only I, Dio, am still alive... and this time, no one can stop me, Dio!!!"

boom! ! !
As soon as he finished speaking, all the citizens of London heard a deafening bang.

Several electromagnetic railgun shells, traveling at speeds exceeding Mach 6, were fired from armored units deployed in the distance. Dio watched them with an air of arrogance and boredom, without even flinching.

He stood atop the Tower of London, his arms outstretched with an elegant posture. With a series of deafening roars, thousands of tons of water in the nearby Thames rose up, stained black by the darkness surrounding him, transforming into a ferocious beast that devoured the electromagnetic railgun shells and those fired from further afield.

"good chance!!"

Michael, who was lying in ambush in a building more than ten kilometers away, suddenly had a bright idea.

This is the opportunity he's been waiting for.

Or perhaps, this round of shelling by the British military's armored forces was designed to create this opportunity for him.

boom!boom!boom! !

To be on the safe side, Michael didn't aim for Dio's head, but instead aimed all three shots at his heart.

These three gunshots were completely inconspicuous amidst the overwhelming artillery fire.

The three bullets, formed from melted relics and carried by the wind, silently reached Dio, carrying an unstoppable momentum as they passed through the ferocious beast formed from black water and pierced Dio's heart.

"YES! God help us, we did it!!!"

In the makeshift operations command center, the British officials, who were watching the transmitted images with intense tension, stood up and embraced each other, cheering enthusiastically, regardless of their previous rank.

But their cheers stopped abruptly not long afterward.

Although Michael did not disappoint Major General Patrick's trust, he shot the three special bullets into Dio's heart.

The Holy Nail in the British Museum is indeed genuine; the moment the three bullets melted by it were fired into Dior's chest, it released an incomparably holy and dazzling white light.

But unlike eight hundred years ago, Dior did not fall and was sealed away.

He glanced down at his exposed body, his eyes icy cold. Amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd, he reached into his heart and painstakingly dug out the three special bullets that radiated a divine light.

"Hahaha, I told you, no one can stop me this time!!!"

Dio casually tossed the three bullets into the Thames, then stood atop the Tower of London, laughing wildly with his arms outstretched.

Boom! !

Amidst the horrified gazes of countless Londoners, the ground throughout London trembled violently.

The asphalt surface was cracked with terrifying fissures.

"Ahhh!!"

Amidst screams and panicked escapes, the land within a radius of thousands of meters, centered on the Tower of London where Dio was located, was severed from the rest of the land. Slowly, accompanied by Dio's maniacal laughter, it rose into the air, leaving countless people stunned.

Before long, it rose to an altitude of 10,000 meters, becoming a huge shadow looming over London.

"Oh, God."

At that moment, everyone knew what Dio was planning to do. Looking up at the sky, their faces turned despairing and pale.

(End of this chapter)