I made up myths in America

Chapter 139 Hall of Valor

Soon, a photo of Lincoln standing at the entrance of the memorial, raising his right hand to give a speech, while the blond president next to him pouted and looked unhappy, spread throughout the entire internet.

The American news media initially tried to suppress the news at the behest of their superiors, but they couldn't; they simply couldn't suppress it.

This is absolutely hilarious!!

Other countries that were watching the US scramble for attention quickly followed suit, saying that the news had to be published and that it should be featured on the front page of all social media platforms.

Before long, the entire American people knew this explosive news: their great President Lincoln had been resurrected and was even going to restart the US election?!
At this moment, everyone in the United States was in a daze, wondering if it was April Fool's Day, but no, it wasn't.

Doubt, excitement, questioning, doubt
While netizens across the United States and even the world were engaged in heated discussions about this matter, Lu Bai was in a special place.

The surroundings were empty and desolate, with only a layer of dark water formed by spiritual energy and a few statues of heroic spirits placed on the only building on the water, the Hall of Heroes.

Joan of Arc, Gawain the Sun Knight, and President Abraham Lincoln
If anyone were to enter this place, they would be surprised to find that it is full of familiar faces. At this moment, Lu Bai looked at these works that he had recently devoted a lot of effort to, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

These fictional heroes, whom he created and endowed with the abilities of mythical beasts, have a higher profile in the outside world, which means that more human spiritual power will be attracted to this spiritual space.

This means that he can make this space grow rapidly without spending a lot of willpower, and as the creator of this space, his soul essence will also be rapidly strengthened.

The logic here is quite easy to understand.

Lu Bai is now considering whether he can go to a more extreme point and create a major catastrophe to directly absorb a large number of human souls, allowing this spiritual space to grow faster.

"Isn't this a bit too extreme?"

After weighing the pros and cons and thinking it over for a long time, Lu Bai decided to play it safe for the time being and find a place to conduct a pilot test.

As a newly appeared Heroic Spirit, Abraham Lincoln hasn't had his moment of glory yet, so these two things can be done together.

A few hours later, at Andrews Air Force Base in Prince George County, southern Maryland, 16 kilometers northeast of Washington, D.C.

The president, thoroughly exasperated by that bastard Lincoln, chose to spend the night here, also to discuss with his trusted advisors and staff what to do next.

After the somewhat bewildering scene during the day, they had actually come to their senses. Lincoln, as a spirit who had returned to this world, must possess some kind of special ability. Otherwise, a single speech would have garnered the support and endorsement of all the ordinary citizens, police officers, and soldiers in Washington. Even if Mustache were alive, it would not have been so exaggerated.

"But the problem is that he has many soldiers around him now, and we may not be able to take coercive measures."

As a staunch confidant of the president, FBI Director Cash Patel frowned and offered his opinion: given that Lincoln already possessed some military power, they couldn't even learn from neighboring Mexico and send someone to kill him beforehand.

Moreover, it's uncertain whether Lincoln, as a spirit summoned by a mysterious ritual, can be killed by bullets.

"Oh, Professor Alan Heston, as a summoner of heroic spirits, can't I cancel this ritual?!"

The golden-haired leader was somewhat annoyed and looked at the occult expert beside him.

“Your Excellency, it should be possible.” Professor Alan Heston nodded hesitantly. “However, Aleister Crowley’s research notes don’t contain any relevant information, so I may need to spend some time researching it.”

So how long exactly will it take?

The bigwigs who usually love to use such vague terms in public don't want to hear such perfunctory answers now.

They need a specific timeframe.

Otherwise, given the current trend, if that damned Abraham Lincoln continues to give speeches, it might not be long before all Americans become his worshippers, and then what will become of them?

"This"

Upon hearing this, Professor Alan Heston's eye twitched, wondering if these important figures in front of him truly understood research.

Since it's academic research, how can we be sure about the timeframe? It could be ten days or half a month, or even one or two years.

How could he possibly give a definite answer?

As Professor Alan Heston expressed these thoughts in a more euphemistic way, Lieutenant General Scott Beryl, Director of National Intelligence, suddenly received a ring on his cell phone.

He nodded apologetically to the president and his colleagues beside him, went outside to answer a phone call, and soon returned to the conference room with hurried steps, saying in a deep voice, "Your Excellency, someone just found this in the collapsed building in Washington."

As he spoke, he handed over a tablet with a picture of a Buddhist ritual implement, the very same vajra that had once appeared in the sky above Washington, manifesting as the image of Acala.

Upon seeing that this powerful artifact had not completely disappeared but remained in Washington, D.C., the eyes of everyone present lit up.

FBI Director Cash Patel, of Indian descent and with some knowledge of Buddhism, was the first to speak: "Your Excellency, this Buddhist artifact, possessing immense power and magical efficacy, must be kept in the custody of the United States. That way, even if Li Wuyue awakens in the Puerto Rico Trench, we will have nothing to fear."

"I think Cash is absolutely right."

The atmosphere in the conference room immediately became heated. Most people, thinking of the great power of this artifact, were blinded by the potential benefits and expressed their admiration for Cash Patel's views.

However, some people expressed their concerns, believing that even if the other bronze coffin containing the Dragon King's embryo disappeared along with the illusory image of Fudo Myoo, it is possible that the other party is still preserved inside this vajra.

In that case, it might be dangerous for them to keep this thing.

But this voice was quickly drowned out by the other voices that were eager to obtain this magical artifact.

Under their influence, the president also made the decision: "Bring it back first and let our experts study it."

"Cough cough."

Upon hearing this, Lieutenant General Scott Beryl coughed slightly, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Your Excellency, I wasn't finished. The Washington citizen who discovered this Buddhist artifact seems to have known its value, so he quietly took it and ran away last night. And this photo I have here was taken by another colleague who was clearing the rubble with him. He just angrily posted the photo online, reporting his brother."

(End of this chapter)