I made up myths in America

Chapter 145 Temporary Retreat, The First Possessor of a Divine Artifact

As one of the world's most vibrant cities, New York City has a resident population of over eight million.

Although many wealthy people feel unsafe in this place due to the recent spate of supernatural events, they have already settled in other cities.

However, its permanent population remains above seven million.

So many people can't be evacuated in a short time.

It has only been a little over three hours since the New York City government issued the highest level tsunami warning, and many citizens who drove away are still stuck in traffic and have not been able to get very far.

As the massive, sky-covering tsunami crashed down, they gaped, their minds blank, all thinking they were doomed.

Only when an incomparably dazzling blue light burst forth in the sky, freezing all the seawater in mid-air, did their consciousness return to their bodies. They gasped for breath, staring blankly at the deep blue gem in the sky that was radiating a divine blue light, a beauty that was breathtaking.

Even an ordinary person who knows nothing can feel a great divine power emanating from this gem.

As the summoner who carries the spirit of this dragon-slaying hero in his physical body, Professor Alan Heston, although currently unable to control his body, remains conscious.

He gained some knowledge from Siegfried and had a vague understanding of it.

This is the most powerful part of the holy sword Balmonk, a gem crafted from the leaves of the World Tree, containing power from the Age of Gods.

But now that Siegfried has taken it off, won't that affect his future battles?

As Professor Alan Heston pondered with some concern, a deep blue divine light spread across the entire sky above New York, freezing not only the giant waves that were about to crash down, but also the sea monsters lurking in the water.

Although Li Wuyue wasn't greatly affected, her brows furrowed. "The aura of the World Tree."

He raised his hand and grasped the air, and the flowing water gathered between his five fingers, transforming into a simple and ancient-looking blue halberd.

The halberd was plain and unremarkable, without any decoration or embellishment, but when Li Wuyue held it in his hand, his aura suddenly changed. He transformed from a melancholy young nobleman into a sharp and fierce warrior, raising the halberd to block Siegfried's cursed holy sword that was slashing towards him.

"Ding!!"

The sharp blades of the sword and the halberd clashed, their vast energies pressing against each other, creating an endless hurricane that shattered the numerous sea beasts that had been immobilized in the surrounding waters into a bloody mist.

"Rumble--"

At speeds too fast for satellites to detect, the two exchanged blows hundreds of times in the blink of an eye. Blinding flashes of light streaked across the sky, while the energy storms caused by the clash of weapons swept across the entire New York Bay, peeling away layer after layer of the surface of the nearby docks, causing the area within a radius of several thousand meters to sink into a concave surface at a visible speed.

The godlike battle scene and the terrifying destructive power made the Grand Commander, who had just woken up, feel a little dizzy again.

He had no doubt that if they continued fighting like this, it wouldn't be long before the two of them would destroy the entire city of New York and even the entire East Coast of the United States.

Fortunately, Siegfried seemed to realize the problem as well, and with a slight frown, he consciously tried to steer the battle away from the city.

But Li Wuyue did not do as he wished.

He raised the long halberd in his hand, which shimmered with a deep blue light, and cleaved it down with force as if carrying the weight of the entire ocean.

"Boom boom boom——"

A deafening roar echoed through the sky.

Siegfried plummeted like a cannonball, crashing into Times Square, Manhattan, New York. The terrifying shockwave from that moment shattered the ground into dust.

Amidst the screams and cries of the surrounding citizens, Li Wuyue stood in mid-air, halberd in one hand, looking at Siegfried, who was struggling to his feet and kneeling on the ground. A cold smile appeared on her lips as she said:

"I told you, you can't save anyone in this city."

"Cough, cough, I'm sorry, but I won't let you have your way."

Siegfried stood up again with a determined expression, looked up at the blue gem in the sky that was originally the core of the Cursed Holy Sword's power, raised his hand to his chest, and forcibly recited the release incantation of the Cursed Holy Sword.

"Awaken from the dream of gold, liberate yourself from the cradle!"

As his deep voice rang out, Siegfried's magnificent black armor, along with his own body, burst into flames.

The cursed holy sword in his hand trembled slightly, releasing a black aura of destruction countless times more terrifying than before, instilling a sense of dread and terror in everyone who witnessed it.

"You're courting death, human!!"

For the first time, Li Wuyue's face darkened, and anger flashed in her crimson-gold eyes.

He raised the blue halberd in his hand and began chanting the ancient and difficult dragon script, but the next second...
When Siegfried, pale-faced, raised the cursed holy sword in his hand, its tip pointing at the bronze coffin that Li Wuyue had placed deep in the sea, protected by a large group of giant sea beasts, he suddenly stopped.

"Fine!!" Li Wuyue laughed in exasperation, the bone-chilling coldness deep in his eyes making people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. A fierce aura emanated from him, and an indescribable pressure filled the space between heaven and earth, so heavy that it was as if a vast ocean was falling from the sky.

"call"

At Andrews Air Force Base, even just watching this scene on a screen, the American high command felt a suffocating sense of unease, silently praying that this Dragon King was a loving older brother.

And it seemed that their prayers had worked. When Siegfried made a gesture as if he was going to perish together with the dragon king embryo in the bronze coffin, Li Wuyue coldly withdrew her imposing aura and truly compromised.

“I’ll remember that, human.”

He took one last deep look at Siegfried, whose face was deathly pale, then waved his hand, sending the enormous sea beasts that had been protecting his brother back into the ocean. He then disappeared into the sky with the bronze coffin.

"We survived."

The New Yorkers, still reeling from the awe-inspiring power that had just sent shivers down their spines, stared up at the scene in disbelief.

Boom! !

The next moment, Siegfried retrieved the blue gem that had been floating in the air, and with its power, he slowly returned the seawater that had been frozen in the air to where it belonged.

People suddenly jolted awake, excitedly embracing their loved ones and friends, overjoyed that they had truly come back to life.

Many Germans living and working in New York were even more excited and wanted to rush to Siegfried's side. After all, he was the dragon-slaying hero from their German epic. Unlike the nouveau riche Americans, Germany also has its own mythology!
Before they could even reach Siegfried, the dragon-slaying hero was already swaying precariously, but he persevered and slowly made his way to the dying boy who had been caught in the crossfire and was now barely clinging to life.

"I'm sorry, kid."

He knelt down, his pale face filled with immense guilt, casually tossing aside the sacred sword that countless people cherished, and grasped the young man's hand.

“It’s alright, Mr. Siegfried, I know you’re doing this to save New York.”

The dying boy could no longer move his body, but he still managed to twitch the corners of his mouth and give the hero a bright smile.

"This is not the fate you were meant to bear."

These sensible words only made Siegfried feel even more guilty.

After a moment's thought, he apologized again to Professor Alan Heston, the current owner of the body.

Then, to Professor Alan Heston's astonishment, the dragon-slaying hero raised his right hand and plunged it into his own heart.

"No, this is my body, Lord Siegfried?!"

At that moment, Professor Alan Heston was stunned, thinking he was about to be forced to sacrifice himself.

Fortunately, that's not the case.

As a hero celebrated in German epics, Siegfried would not do such a thing.

He slowly extended his right hand from his chest, in which lay a translucent heart that shone brightly.

“I’m sorry, Professor Allen, as the bearer of a Heroic Spirit, your body may be affected by this battle. I originally intended to leave it to you.”

Siegfried apologized again, then placed the transparent heart, which shimmered with the light of power, into the chest of the dying boy on the ground.

Chime! !

Under the stunned gazes of some New Yorkers who had just gathered nearby, time seemed to reverse. The dying boy on the ground was instantly healed of all his injuries, and he stood up lively, touching his body in disbelief.

"Ah, this was originally meant for me?!"

Professor Alan Heston, who shared the same physical perspective, was heartbroken upon witnessing this scene.

Good heavens, this might have been the closest he'd ever come to supernatural powers in all his years of studying the occult, and he just missed it.

"Huh, that's great."

Siegfried, a relieved smile on his face, thought for a moment, picked up the cursed holy sword from the ground, and looked at the boy who kept thanking him, saying, "You will become a great hero, child. I can feel your upright and kind heart, so use my power to protect this world."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of intense light erupted, and Siegfried's spirit dissipated, revealing Professor Alan Heston's body inside.

The cursed holy sword, burdened with countless sins, glowed faintly and fell into the hands of the boy named Toby Parker.

(End of this chapter)