I made up myths in America

Chapter 141 Menek Kassel
Teng, teng teng—

More than an hour later, more police cars and helicopters arrived and sealed off the valley, which was completely shrouded in fog.

Many media reporters, drawn by the NYPD's major operation, wanted to interview Ray Kelly, who was present at the scene, but were kept outside the police cordon.

"What's the situation now?!"

Ray Kelly, wearing a white protective suit and with a serious expression, had just gotten out of the car. He turned to ask the FBI agent next to him who was operating a drone.

"Chief, the drone will quickly lose signal once it enters the area covered by the white fog."

The agent shook his head at him and showed him thermal images taken by the drone that was currently closest to the valley.

The valley, which should theoretically contain many animals, appears as a cold, icy blue in the thermal imaging, indicating that there are no living creatures in the valley and that the surrounding temperature is abnormally low.

"???"

Ray Kelly frowned deeply upon seeing this, and was about to ask Professor Toshiro Takeuchi why such a strange phenomenon occurred after the Buddhist ritual object fell into the water.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew by, stirring up the white mist that filled the valley and revealing a mysterious corner of it.

Under the somewhat tense gazes of NYPD officers and FBI agents around them.

Compared to before, this valley near New York has completely changed its appearance, as if it were another time and space, with ancient buildings from the Western Xia period of China superimposed on this space.

Some sharp-eyed agents even spotted a handsome boy with long, flowing hair, dressed in a magnificent black robe adorned with gold patterns, sitting atop a majestic, golden pagoda. He was swinging his legs, his crimson-gold eyes gazing melancholically eastward, calling out in a language they couldn't understand: "Brother."

Boom! !

Almost at the same moment the boy shouted those words, a U.S. military satellite that was constantly monitoring the Caribbean Sea captured images of the seawater near the Puerto Rico Trench instantly boiling.

As if hearing the boy's call, the enormous sea monsters they had previously photographed in the deep sea roared and rose to the surface in droves.

The American soldiers monitoring the area nearby stared at the scene with their mouths agape, almost thinking they were watching Jurassic Park.

No, these sea monsters are even more terrifying than the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.

"Roar, roar roar—"

With a deep, majestic roar, a sperm whale, over a hundred meters long and covered in bluish-black scales, leaped out of the sea, splashing up a huge wave.

"Fake."

On a fishing boat more than ten kilometers away, the sailors who had risked their lives to work in the nearby waters saw that a wealthy American was offering a large sum of money to buy fish from the area. Their faces turned pale, and they began to turn frantically, turning the engine to maximum speed and sailing away from the extremely dangerous waters.

But it was clearly too late by then.

To their utter horror, a massive dark shadow appeared beneath the surface of the sea, swimming beneath their fishing boat.

"No!!" The next second, amidst a sailor's shrill cry, a thick tentacle, also covered in black scales, burst out of the water and dragged him into the sea.

Then came the second one, and the third one.
The dense, thick tentacles wrapped the large fishing boat, which had a displacement of nearly 5,000 tons, like a rice dumpling.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I knew I shouldn't have taken this job."

The sailors who were still alive on the ship had gone a little crazy, grabbing their guns and frantically pulling the triggers at the tentacles.

boom! Bang bang! !
The bullets struck the tentacles covered in bluish-black scales, creating sparks as if hitting metal.

The next moment, seemingly sensing the provocation of these humans, these thick tentacles suddenly tightened, and a large fishing boat with a displacement of nearly five thousand tons was crushed into a huge scrap metal ball like a plastic toy, after emitting a hoarse and unpleasant friction sound, and finally fell into the gaping maw of the sea, which was like an abyss.

"Hiss."

This visually shocking and terrifying scene, captured by satellite and transmitted to Andrews Air Force Base, immediately caused everyone in the conference room to gasp in horror.

The president, who had only dozed off for a short while, was forced to get up again due to this unexpected situation. His previously sparsely sleepy eyes immediately widened, and he rubbed them, saying in his distinctive voice:
“Lieutenant General Scott Beryl, I’d like to know what’s going on. I remember that before I went to sleep, it seemed like all the news was good. You had found the person who stole the Vajra, and there was no unusual activity in the Puerto Rico Trench.”

"Uh"

Lieutenant General Scott Beryl was at a loss for words. He rubbed his temples, looking somewhat troubled, and handed the task over to Nick Gibson, the FBI agent who seemed to have been prepared.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the meeting room, Nick Gibson solemnly stated the conclusions he had reached with some experts.

"Your Excellency, and all the generals present, I believe the reason this problem has suddenly arisen is because of that vajra."

"Especially after I remotely consulted several high-ranking monks in Japan, they generally said that in Japanese mythology, magical artifacts that seal demons are often subject to various taboos and should not be touched, but that damned Brandon Rush threw it into the water."

At this point, Nick Gibson's single eye flashed with annoyance, and he gestured to the technicians in the conference room to project the situation of the valley near New York onto the screen.

Instantly, what came into view of the American high-ranking officials present was a vast expanse of white fog, and ancient Chinese city buildings that were faintly visible in the fog.

"This is??!"

Many people immediately sat up straight upon seeing this, their eyes showing astonishment.

"This is the Nibelungen!!"

Suddenly, a voice they had heard not long ago, a voice that was both incredibly familiar and utterly detestable, rang out in the conference room.

Lincoln walked in with a solemn expression. His iron-gray eyes swept over everyone present before he stood naturally in front of the screen and said in a calm tone:
"In 1836, when I was still an intern lawyer, I met a group of young noblemen from Germany, and together we experienced a fantastic adventure that I still find unforgettable."

"During that adventure, as their hired local guide, I led them deep into the Rocky Mountains, where we unexpectedly encountered a strange fog in a valley."

"After the fog cleared, we entered a mysterious realm that only the dead could reach. Menek Cassel, the leader of the group of noble youths, told me that this was a fictional space created by dragons using their alchemy—Nibelungen."

(End of this chapter)