I made up myths in America

Chapter 144 The Holy Sword Balmonk
"???"

Inside the Houses of Parliament, British officials who were waiting to see the US make a fool of itself were somewhat disappointed.

They thought the East Coast of the United States would be completely destroyed by the tsunami, but their dream is about to come true. The Americans have summoned a dragon-slaying hero, and this dragon-slaying hero is surprisingly gentle.

"Actually, if the Americans had summoned Siegfried, it wouldn't be surprising if he had acted this way."

Folklorist Sherlock Holmes, who had become a member of the British Cabinet's think tank, took his pipe out of his mouth and explained:

"In the German epic poem 'The Nibelungenlied,' this recorded Dutch prince, who is also a dragon-slaying hero, possesses all the good qualities a knight should have: he does not seek comfort and pleasure, he is not afraid of death, he is kind-hearted, public-spirited, willing to help his friends in trouble, upright, gentle and modest. Although it is unknown whether this is true or not, people have attributed all the good qualities they can think of to him."

"Even Engels, one of the founders of Marxism, praised him, saying that he was the representative of German youth."

But I have a question.

Rocks stroked his chin, mimicking the gesture Sherlock Holmes often made when deep in thought, and pondered:
"One is a prince from the Netherlands around the 5th century, who speaks a language that is probably modern Dutch, though a bit more complex. The other dragon king, judging from his clothing and appearance, seems to be an ancient person from the Song Dynasty in China. Gentlemen, do you think an ancient person from the East and an ancient person from the West could communicate with each other?"

"Ah this??!"

The British officials present were stumped by the question he posed.

However, they soon found out the answer to the question.

In the satellite image, Li Wuyue expressionlessly accepted the vajra from Siegfried's hand, and the next second, the towering wave beneath his feet relentlessly crushed down on the city below.

“My friend, this is not in accordance with the virtues of a knight.”

Upon seeing this, Siegfried frowned, raised his hand to the sky, and his black armor, adorned with blood-red patterns, emitted bursts of crimson light. With Siegfried's movement, it transformed into an enormous crimson barrier, blocking the super tsunami that could instantly halve the fate of the United States.

New York, Washington, Boston, and Bolton.
The residents of these coastal cities watched in terror as the towering waves roared, praying to God for the heroic knight who had saved them.

As for why this can be related to God, it's because most ordinary people don't know anything about heroic spirit summoning rituals. When they see that Siegfried was summoned by the golden Holy Grail, they subconsciously believe that this is God's arrangement.

It wasn't just in coastal cities; even in San Diego, which was considered the stronghold of Aztec religion, many citizens were making the sign of the cross and devoutly reciting hymns praising God.

"Sister, now I understand why the great Rain God was unwilling to save these people."

Robert watched this scene with some frustration, realizing that changing people's beliefs that had lasted for hundreds or thousands of years was indeed a difficult task.

Above the dragon-transformed sperm whale, which resembled a Kunpeng, Li Wuyue looked at the blocked tsunami but didn't pay much attention. Instead, she looked down at the vajra in her hand, which had cracked in several places, and a rare gentleness appeared on her cold face.

Click, click!!
As he applied more force with his palm, more cracks appeared on the surface of the vajra.

Countless Buddhists watching the live stream watched this scene with deep sorrow, and simply put their hands together, closed their eyes, and began reciting the Diamond Sutra.

Amidst their chanting, the vajra was completely crushed. Thousands upon thousands of tons of seawater that had been sucked in appeared out of thin air and slammed down once more towards Siegfried, who had unfurled a blood-red barrier below.

His steps noticeably faltered, his face paled, and the crimson screen protecting the entire city of New York below also dimmed considerably.

"You must hold on."

Amid the tense and anxious gazes of countless New York citizens, Siegfried had already knelt on one knee.

He raised his head, his face pale, and said to Li Wuyue in the sky, "Friend, do you really have to go this far?!"

This time, Siegfried used an obscure and difficult language, and the low, resonant vibrations in his throat alone carried throughout New York.

At the Natural History Museum in London, Dr. Henry's eyes lit up. He recognized the words as those spoken by Smaug when he used his Word of Power, which sounded like the language of dragons. He immediately took action and recorded these precious musical notes.

And this time, Li Wuyue finally paid him any attention in the skies above New York.

He glanced down at the dragon-slaying hero kneeling on the ground and replied in the dragon language:

"My brother's essence was damaged due to the seal. Even if we sacrificed the entire city's population, it wouldn't be enough. What right do you have to tell me to stop?"

"Is that so? I understand."

Upon hearing this, Siegfried lowered his head, abandoning any remaining hope, closed his eyes, and summoned his former weapon.

"The evil dragon will eventually fall, severing all light and shadow. The world is now at sunset. Return—Fantasy Greatsword: Fallen Demon!!"

The instant he chanted the incantation, a deep black light suddenly burst forth from beneath the surface of a lake near Munich, Germany, to the astonishment of the surrounding residents. A cursed holy sword, surrounded by layers of demonic energy, burst forth from the water, transforming into a streak of black light that flew at astonishing speed toward New York, USA, and finally descended from the sky, landing in Siegfried's hands.

boom! ! !
In an instant, the dragon-slaying hero, who had just been gentle and modest, was enveloped in layers of black energy, and a boiling pressure erupted from his body, a terrifying aura more than ten times stronger than before.

The Christians who had just been praying for God's blessing suddenly froze, realizing that the other person now seemed to have nothing to do with God.

"Since you insist on this, I have no choice but to bear another sin on my shoulders."

Siegfried, whose demeanor had become much colder, raised his head, his cursed holy sword wreathed in layers of demonic energy, its tip pointing directly at Li Wuyue in the sky.

The next second, he swung his sword upwards, cleaving through the crimson barrier that had protected them above New York, along with the towering tsunami.

Boom! !

Under the almost stunned gazes of the New Yorkers, the rolling waves crashed down without hesitation. Siegfried, who was already flying in mid-air, raised his hand, removed the blue gem embedded in the hilt of his holy sword, and threw it into the sea below.

(End of this chapter)