I made up myths in America

Chapter 142 Li Wuyue Awakens

"Nibelungen?!"

This completely unfamiliar term left the American executives present looking at each other in bewilderment.

It wasn't until Professor Alan Heston, standing to the side, adjusted his glasses and explained with some excitement:

The word Nibelungen comes from German and refers to Niflheim, the "land of the dead" in Norse mythology. Legend has it that it is a place shrouded in mist and cold year-round, and only the dead can reach it.

"good."

Lincoln turned and gave the professor an appreciative look, then continued:

"It was then that I learned the true identities of those young German nobles. They were descendants of ancient European dragon-slaying heroes, with both human and dragon blood flowing through their veins. Their purpose in coming to America was to find a dragon that was sleeping in the Rocky Mountains."

Guided by Lincoln's seemingly magical voice, everyone in the conference room felt as if they were witnessing the great adventure that took place nearly two hundred years ago.

A group of energetic young people, in pursuit of their ancestors' glory, resolutely set foot on the unfamiliar land of America.

And under the leadership of their chief, Menek Cassel, they finally found the sleeping place of the evil dragon in the Rocky Mountains.

Professor Alan Heston, intrigued by this legendary experience, couldn't help but ask further questions:

"Sir Lincoln, what happened next?!"

"It was an extremely brutal battle."

Lincoln turned to look at the satellite image projected on the conference room screen, his eyes filled with reminiscence, as if he were lost in some distant memory.

"Compared to these sea creatures merely stained with dragon blood, true dragons wield godlike authority within their Nibelungen. I watched as Friedrich, who had criticized my dullness and taught me how to win a girl's heart, was torn to shreds by that awakened dragon."

"Then there's the shy but excellent marksman Gazotu, and the taciturn but very robust and reliable Beowulf."

At this point, many of the high-ranking U.S. officials present saw the sixteenth U.S. president, and their serious faces showed a look of deep sorrow.

His voice became heavy, as if a heavy drum was striking everyone's heart.

"No one expected that dragon to be so powerful. Just when I thought I was going to die in the Nibelungen, their leader, Meneke Cassel, stood up again and smiled at me and the youngest boy in the group, Hilbert Jean Angers."

He whispered that we should leave, and that he would also be the one to end the mistake he had made.

"In the end, he did indeed do it. In his final moments before leaving the Nibelungen, I saw Meneke Kassel burn himself, transforming into a sun radiating infinite light and heat, embracing the dragon."

The meeting room was eerily quiet as Lincoln recounted the final scene of this adventure.

The main thing is that Lincoln's voice really has a kind of magic. With just this brief narration, everyone present felt as if they were there, witnessing the final battle in the Nibelungen.

In that cold and dark Nibelungen, countless dead with golden eyes and pale faces wander.

They were originally hunters in this 'land of death,' hunting down all living beings who dared to enter this place for their master, that noble dragon whose wings spread wide, its massive dragon wings and human bodies forming a cross of dragon bones in mid-air.

But at this moment, the dead and their master showed expressions of terror on their faces as they watched the handsome young man on the ground spread his arms and calmly recite ancient incantations. Then, terrifying fire elements flowed in the sky, igniting everything in this kingdom of the dead.

"call"

This scene, more terrifying than a nuclear explosion, jolted everyone awake from their hallucinations. Some were breathing heavily, and for the first time, they truly felt the power of dragons.

The president, who was nearly eighty years old, was unable to withstand such a strong mental shock. His vision blurred, and at the urgent call of FBI Director Cash Patel, he was carried out by the on-call medical team to recuperate.

The empty seat at the head of the table in the meeting room naturally fell to Lincoln. He crossed his arms and looked around at everyone, saying:
"I think no one would object to me taking command of this upcoming war, right?"

"..."

So you've said all this just to confuse the President, right?!
Upon hearing this, more than one high-ranking American official in the meeting room had this idea.

But glancing at the vacant, clueless Vice President Vance beside them, they exchanged a glance and unanimously chose to acquiesce, wanting to see what special abilities this president, who had descended to earth as a spirit, possessed.

A dozen minutes later, in all the U.S. military bases on the East Coast of the United States that were already under martial law, the soldiers simultaneously heard the voice of this great president—calm, composed, and inspiring an instinctive desire to obey.

With just a few words, all the American soldiers were instantly energized, their previously low morale soaring.

Fighter jets took off from various military bases along the east coast, launching high-yield missiles at the bizarre, enormous sea monsters of the Caribbean.

These missiles are expensive to manufacture, and any one of them is enough to destroy any maritime military target, but now they are falling like raindrops as if they were free.

boom! Boom boom! !
Instantly, huge splashes of water erupted on the sea surface. The giant squid that had previously appeared in military satellite footage and swallowed the entire fishing boat whole was instantly blown off, with five tentacles severed and large amounts of pale golden blood flowing from its wounds.

“Roar, roar, roar!!”

Based on the instinct of animals to seek advantage and avoid harm, after being attacked so fiercely, and with their companions rapidly decreasing, these marine mammals should have dived back into the water.

But at this moment, they all roared to the sky, showing no intention of retreating.

Amidst these roars and cries of agony, the dark clouds in the sky and the seawater simultaneously began to rotate rapidly counterclockwise, forming a terrifying vortex that stretched all the way to the deep sea.

The American high-ranking officials, who had just been amazed by Lincoln's absurdly strong command ability, instantly changed their expressions.

As if attacked by an unknown force, the fighter jets that had just been displaying unparalleled bravery all exploded in the sky.

Amidst this extravagant display of fireworks worth hundreds of billions of dollars, a handsome, tall, and dignified young man with black hair slowly emerged from the deep-sea whirlpool. He gazed indifferently toward New York City, with waves rising and falling beneath his feet, soon surpassing the height of the one that had submerged Washington, D.C.

"Dragon King Li Wuyue!!"

Nick Gibson, the head of the secret service, immediately guessed the other party's identity and quietly swallowed.

The others quickly realized what was happening, their faces turning extremely grim as they looked at their great President Lincoln.

They wanted to know if he had any other special skills that could save America from its crisis and help him shoulder the burden of these two capitals and fifty states.

There really isn't one.

Meeting their hopeful gazes, Lincoln shook his head and said truthfully, "My heroic spirit abilities are more inclined towards command, and they are not particularly strong in battle."

"but."

Seeing the despair on everyone's faces, Lincoln paused for a moment, then slowly said:

"Perhaps I can learn from my friend Menek Cassel and burn my own heroic spirit body. That way, the Holy Grail you used to summon me should be able to hold another summoning ceremony. This time, we won't hold it in my memorial hall."

"."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the meeting room was stunned.

(End of this chapter)