I made up myths in America

Chapter 137 Lincoln: I am disappointed in this country
When the yellowed notebook was turned to its last page, it was stained with blood.

Everyone in the meeting room could imagine the mental state Aleister Crowley was in when he wrote those last words.

And he actually succeeded!!
Upon learning the purpose of the Holy Grail, the American high-ranking officials breathed heavily, their eyes all fixed on the gleaming golden Holy Grail on the table, making no attempt to hide their eagerness.

After all, this is extraordinary power that is within easy reach.

For the American executives in this conference room, whose average age was over fifty, the temptation was simply too great.

Since assuming presidential power, Vice President Vance, who had always appeared gloomy, stepped forward for the first time, demonstrating his sense of responsibility and declaring with righteous indignation: "I think I should try this dangerous thing myself."

I think you're dreaming.

Most of those present were staunch supporters of the President, and they already looked down on this opportunistic Vice President. Upon hearing this, they gave him a disdainful look, split into several factions, and began to discuss among themselves.

Before they could reach a conclusion, the White House Secretary walked in quickly and said with delight, "Gentlemen, the President is awake."

Okay, it seems there's no need to choose anymore.

Upon hearing this, the people present felt a mixture of joy and regret.

"Ladies and gentlemen, no one knows magic better than me, and I believe this will be the starting point for America's return to greatness."

A dozen minutes later, upon learning that he was about to gain superhuman powers, the president was in high spirits. In the temporary federal government office building in Philadelphia, he gave an impromptu speech to the many government employees who were in somewhat low spirits.

Then, under the protection of Secret Service agents, the president boarded a private plane and arrived back in his loyal Washington two hours later.

Some Washington government staff are already there maintaining order and distributing supplies.

But it is clearly visible that after the flood, this political center of the United States is much more desolate, and those who remain are mostly low-income people who have nowhere else to go.

They were spontaneously lining up to receive various disaster relief supplies and religious items such as prayer beads and amulets from monks dressed in robes, some of whom were foreigners.

"Where did these people come from?!"

Sitting in the presidential limousine, the president asked the White House Secretary next to him with some surprise.

"Your Excellency, they are Buddhists who have just arrived from all over the country. I heard that many Buddhists from Southeast Asia are also on their way. They will take a direct flight to New York and then drive here from there."

"Ok."

Seeing the supplies distributed by those Buddhists, which were even better than those distributed by their government, and with a complete range of items, including food, bottled water, toiletries, toilet paper, blankets, and everything else.

The president felt uneasy, his brow furrowed, wondering if those damned guys had embezzled again.

However, the most urgent task was to verify the authenticity of the Holy Grail and remove the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, so the president decided to investigate the matter later. Their convoy drove to the Lincoln Memorial near the National Mall in Washington, D.C.

This is probably the only building in the vicinity that wasn't destroyed by the flood. Thirty-six pristine white marble columns stand there, looking solemn and dignified, a stark contrast to the chaotic surroundings, attracting many onlookers from Washington, D.C.

"The president has arrived."

When the presidential limousine arrived, people recognized it immediately.

Ignoring the Secret Service agents' warnings that "Your Excellency, it's dangerous to get out of the car now," the President stepped out of the car and promised the many disaster victims, many of whom were his supporters, that he would make arrangements for their future as soon as possible.

Click—A reporter accompanying the convoy pressed the shutter in time, capturing this 'heartwarming' scene.

"MAGA".

Before long, amidst the cheers of the disaster victims, the president and his entourage of officials arrived at the secret compartment beneath the Lincoln Memorial.

Staff members have already helped him arrange the items here according to the records in Aleister Crowley's research notes.

The Holy Grail, the key element, was placed at the center of a magic circle composed of mystical symbols. In addition, there was a medium for summoning heroic spirits. After careful selection by the White House think tank, the President chose a bloodstained Bodhi leaf, also found in the basement, sealed in crystal.

According to Aleister Crowley's notes, this was a Bodhi leaf stained with dragon's blood on the back of the legendary dragon-slaying hero Siegfried.

The Heroic Spirit Siegfried summoned through this medium was one of the strongest Heroic Spirits summoned by the Freemasons before the Holy Grail created by Nicholas Flamel was damaged. Moreover, this dragon-slaying hero was known for his good temper and was basically always willing to grant requests.

"Your Excellency, all preparations are complete."

Professor Alan Heston, one of America's most renowned folklorists and occultists, was also invited by the New York Bureau of Investigation.

At this moment, he looked at the magic circle on the ground, drawn with blood, mercury, and dissolved gems, and his eyes showed strong interest. After confirming that it was no different from what was recorded in the notes, he stood up and nodded to the Grand Commander, indicating that the final step could begin.

"call"

He was almost eighty years old and one of the most powerful people on Earth. Suddenly, the president became a little nervous.

Having experienced so many grand occasions, he quickly calmed down, made the mystical hand gestures the experts had taught him, took a deep breath, and recited the incantation for the summoning ritual:

"Be full! Be full! Be full!"

"Pure silver and iron. The great duke who made a pact with the foundation stone."

"The surging winds are blocked by four walls. The four doors are closed."

"Release yourself from the crown and wander at the crossroads leading to the kingdom."

"Your body is under my command, and my fate rests on your sword."

"If you are willing to follow the Holy Grail's call, please answer my call."

"I hereby swear. I am the one who accomplishes all good deeds in this world, and I am the one who spreads all evil in this world. You are the seven days bound by the three great incantations, you come from the Wheel of Restraint, guardian of the scales."

Buzz! !
Amid the excited gazes of the American high-ranking officials who stood at a distance, as the president recited the incantation, the magic circle beneath his feet and the Holy Grail placed at the center of the magic circle together emitted a dazzling golden light.

But instead of flowing toward the bloodstained linden leaf that served as the medium, as recorded in Aleister Crowley's notes, it circled around, rose up, and landed on the statue of President Lincoln in the lobby of the Lincoln Memorial.

Click, click——

To the astonishment of the American officials, the life-sized Lincoln statue gradually rose from its seat. The statue's original white color changed to the skin tone of a normal person, its eyes sharp and majestic. After scanning them from its pedestal, the statue frowned and strode towards the outside of the Lincoln Memorial.

The MAGA fans, who were still gathered outside the memorial hall's cordon and reluctant to leave, gaped open and stared blankly at the tall, slender, and imposing man who slowly walked out.

A Black man eating a sandwich stared wide-eyed, and the food in his hand fell to the grass with a thud.

(End of this chapter)