I made up myths in America

Chapter 143 Siegfried, the Partner of Justice
"Don't be surprised, everyone."

Lincoln smiled, met their gaze, and stood up from his seat, saying:
"When I first came into this world, I was indeed very disappointed in you."

"But that doesn't mean I want to see this country, which I love from the bottom of my heart and have fought for all my life, disappear in the tide of this new era. There is no contradiction between the two."

As he said this, Lincoln nodded to Professor Alan Heston beside him, indicating that he should come back to Washington with him.

It wasn't until Lincoln disappeared from the conference room that everyone came to their senses and looked at each other in bewilderment.

We are so damn stupid! We actually doubted such a great president before, and even smeared him by saying he was resurrected with demonic power.
Many people were perhaps influenced by the power contained in Lincoln's words, and at this moment, they felt an extreme sense of shame.

This was something that would have been impossible for these politicians.

"Clarification is necessary! We must tell the truth about this whole affair to all the American people!!"

Lieutenant General Scott Beryl, a staunch supporter of the President, blushed and felt utterly unworthy of being a soldier.

"Yes."

Overwhelmed by this sudden wave of shame, the people in the meeting room, without considering the consequences, had the White House Secretary General, who was also present, post the entire incident online in the name of the White House.

Instantly, many Americans were moved to tears and spontaneously gathered together to watch the live broadcast on television.

Having learned from his previous experience, Professor Alan Heston was able to draw the magic circle for summoning heroic spirits much faster this time.

Before long, he had once again drawn a summoning circle on a flat area near the center of the National Mall, using fresh blood, mercury, and dissolved gems.

At this time, the massive tsunami that struck again was less than 200 kilometers away from the east coast of the United States.

The Dragon King Li Wuyue, appearing in human form, stood with his hands behind his back atop the head of a mutated sperm whale with wings on its back, an enormous size that resembled a Kunpeng. His golden eyes were as deep as the sea, giving him the appearance of a melancholy nobleman.

Behind him, on the towering waves, countless strangely shaped sea beasts, stained and transformed by dragon blood, followed their king like shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

"Hiss, hiss——"

This apocalyptic scene sent a chill down the spines of everyone who saw it.

At the newly established headquarters of the Aztec cult on the US-Mexico border, Robert stared in astonishment at the scene before him, then turned to Mina, who had just refused a request for help from the US government, and asked her question.
"Sis, are we really not going to help? It looks like America is doomed."

"Didn't you used to hate these Americans the most? Is it because you've suddenly gained a lot of beautiful female fans from East Coast cities that you've softened and want to play the hero?!"

Mina smiled slightly, looking amusedly at her younger brother, who was still kind-hearted at heart and easily fooled.

"I"

Robert blushed, somewhat embarrassed and angry. "Sister, even if you are the High Priestess now, you can't peek at my online chat history."

“I didn’t, Ahanu told me secretly.”

Mina shrugged, betraying her underling who was secretly laughing beside her without hesitation.

"Well, Ahanu, so it was you, you brat. I trusted you so much!"

Robert raised his hand and twitched his fingers, his figure flashing quickly as he pinned Ahanu, who was just about to flap his wings and fly away, down beneath him, tickling the sides of his wings.

"Hahaha, no, I was wrong, Robert!"

Watching her two younger brothers, who were always bickering, Mina shook her head helplessly and looked up at the television screen in the room. It wasn't that she didn't want to help, but rather that the rain god Traloc had issued a decree, telling her that her current pace of spreading her faith was still too slow.

Therefore, sometimes people need to feel despair and fear so that they will learn to revere God.

"Fill yourself, fill yourself, pure silver and iron, great duke who has made a pact with the foundation."

"By the call of the Holy Grail, if you wish to follow this will, then 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."

Meanwhile, since there was no time to teach another person how to chant the spell, what tone of voice and gestures to use, the summoning ceremony was personally conducted by Professor Alan Heston.

He looked slightly excited as he stood in the center of the magic circle, with the Holy Grail and the crystal containing the blood-stained Bodhi leaf placed in front of him. He meticulously performed the summoning ritual as described in the notes.

Chime! !

As the ceremony proceeded, the Holy Grail emitted a slightly dim golden light, clearly indicating that the spiritual energy stored within it was insufficient to summon another Heroic Spirit.

"The time was too short, it's really a bit of a shame. I thought I could do something more for this country."

Standing beside Professor Alan Heston, Lincoln sighed softly and looked up at the familiar constellations in the sky.

The next second, under the complex and unspoken gazes of countless Americans watching the live broadcast, Lincoln released a dazzling white light from his entire body, and strands of almost tangible spiritual energy fell into the Holy Grail, which was running out of steam and about to interrupt the summoning ritual.

Finally, only a familiar Lincoln statue remained, standing upright with its head tilted back, gazing at the sky.

"Success!!"

Meanwhile, Professor Alan Heston watched with excitement as the Holy Grail emitted a dazzling golden light, which landed on the crystal beside him that contained the blood-stained Bodhi leaf.

Chime! !

In an instant, a dazzling beam of light fell from the sky above Washington, D.C., and landed on Professor Alan Heston.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the FBI agents and reporters nearby, Professor Alan Heston, who was nearly sixty years old, with gray hair and a somewhat overweight figure, had undergone a dramatic transformation in both appearance and demeanor.

His hair had turned silver-white, his features were handsome, and his demeanor was both dashing and cold, with the sharpness and coldness of a warrior. His physique was also perfect, and with a set of black knight's armor, he looked like a very capable fighter.

"call"

Seeing this, the American executives, who had just recovered from their completely abnormal feelings of guilt, breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, although Lincoln tricked them before he left, at least what he said was true.

The legendary dragon-slaying hero Siegfried has truly been summoned by them, so what's next?
Just as several high-ranking officials couldn't help but smirk.

Near the center of the National Mall in Washington, D.C., Siegfried seemed to already know the mission he had been summoned for.
He raised his hand and scratched his head, his figure so fast that even the camera couldn't capture it clearly. In an instant, he reached the valley filled with white mist, a place no one had been able to enter until now, and retrieved the vajra that had fallen into the lake and had several cracks on its surface.

Then, his body flashed with blood-red light as he soared into the sky, appearing before Li Wuyue just as the super tsunami was about to engulf the entire east coast. He gave her a somewhat awkward smile and offered her the Vajra pestle, saying:
"Um, I'm sorry, I'll return your brother to you, but could you please not hurt the humans here?!"

"???"

This style of art, completely different from the dragon-slaying hero they had expected, left those watching with a face full of question marks.

(End of this chapter)