I made up myths in America

Chapter 170 Summoning the Ancestor
The British delegation members, having just left that awful place, didn't even dare to look back.

Guided by the sound of his voice from above, Michael protected Prince William as they ran for their lives, covering nearly 500 meters before stopping at a shop that seemed relatively safe, selling Buddhist supplies. They gasped for breath and cautiously looked outside.

The result was terrible!!

The street they had just been on had been completely taken over by ghosts.

Apart from the British delegation that managed to escape, but whose numbers were almost halved.

Brad is probably the only person still alive there right now.

Looking at the dense array of ghosts around him, he felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly gripped his greatsword tightly with both hands and unleashed the power of the dragon talisman embedded in it to its maximum.

Even though doing so might leave him weak for a long time afterward, Brad couldn't care less about that at this moment, facing a life-or-death crisis.

boom! Boom boom! !
In an instant, before the ghosts pounced on him, the flames on the fire knight became dozens of times more intense than before, transforming him into a fire giant nearly five meters tall.

Even the heavy sword in his hand looked much larger because it was wrapped in a large amount of flame.

The color of the flames on his body changed from orange-red to a dazzling bright yellow.

From a physics perspective, this means that the temperature of the flames on Brad's body is rising further, causing the air in the surrounding blocks to become scorching hot, igniting flammable materials in the vicinity.

And because the commercial streets surrounding Senso-ji Temple were all made of wooden buildings, the fire quickly spiraled out of control once it started.

A raging fire broke out.

For a time, it actually suppressed the densely packed ghosts around it.

On a US aircraft carrier that is now far from Tokyo.

Upon seeing this scene in the surveillance footage captured by various cameras, the officers present immediately relaxed, feeling much less stressed.

I'm afraid of fire.

What they fear most are intangible ghosts and monsters, which modern weapons cannot harm at all.

In that case, they might have to consider retreating.

But now...

Lieutenant General Ricky, who was temporarily assuming the position of Commander-in-Chief of U.S. Forces Japan, slammed his fist on the table and gave a resounding order: let his lads get ready, take off in their fighter jets, and show these damned monsters the power of modern technology.

Of course, before that, we must first rescue Vice President Vance and the other members of the U.S. delegation.

As for the other national delegations and the lives of the Japanese in Tokyo, the lieutenant general did not care.

Teng! Teng Teng!!
Under the strong orders and coercion of this lieutenant general, even though many American soldiers were unwilling to face those creepy monsters, they still took off in their armed helicopters, hovering high in the sky, shining high-powered ultraviolet lights at each other, and firing incendiary bombs at the dense swarms of monsters below.

This weapon, which is explicitly prohibited from being misused internationally, can indeed cause extremely terrifying damage.

The fire around Senso-ji Temple, which was already out of control due to the fire started by Brad, quickly turned into a large, continuous blaze.

This is certainly a good thing for Brad, who is not afraid of high-temperature flames at all.

Using this raging sea of ​​fire as a means of communication.

From his appearance, he looks like a fire giant, wielding a greatsword that spews flames, which is enough to control the surrounding situation.

But it was a disaster for the British delegation hiding nearby.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!"

The inhumane behavior of the US military even caused Prince William, who is usually very well-mannered, to utter profanities.

Thick smoke, flames, high temperature...

Such a harsh environment is not suitable for ordinary people to live in.

Having just stopped to rest for a while, they had no choice but to turn around and run again, heading towards the area around Senso-ji Temple, the only area that hadn't been burned by the flames and had received special attention from the US military, who fired liquid nitrogen downwards to isolate the surrounding fire.

This is, of course, where the US delegation is staying.

Because Kane, a superhuman, led the way, and Michael watched over his colleagues from a high vantage point, they suffered few casualties despite being attacked by the giant centipede.

Upon learning that the US military had sent reinforcements, the people hiding in a house were overjoyed, looking up and eagerly awaiting their arrival.

"Come here quickly, we're here..."

After seeing that the helicopter was very close to them, some Americans couldn't help but wave and shout excitedly.

500 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters...

Just as the helicopter was descending and getting closer to them.

Suddenly, a black beam of light shot out like a black lightning bolt, instantly piercing through the helicopter.

boom! !

The helicopter, carrying the hopes of the entire American delegation, exploded in mid-air as a ball of fire, its wreckage falling with continued force. Fortunately, Kane was standing in front of it, swinging his fist, clad in black arm armor, and knocking it away.

Otherwise, this one blow would have killed or injured at least a dozen people.

Amidst the dramatic ups and downs, Vice President Vance, who was being protected by everyone, felt that his heart was about to give out.

His face turned pale as he raised his hand to cover his chest and looked up in the direction from which the black light had just shot out.

The rest of the American delegation did the same thing.

Suddenly, a gigantic, terrifying demonic figure formed by numerous ghosts attaching themselves to the ghost general appeared before everyone.

On a tall building in the distance, Michael, with his excellent eyesight, could even clearly see countless different faces wailing or laughing on the other's pitch-black body, which exuded an overwhelming ghostly aura.

In an instant, a cold wind howled, and the ghostly aura became extremely dense, even suppressing the surrounding sea of ​​fire.

To everyone's astonishment, the surrounding high-temperature flames first shrank, then suddenly surged again, only this time turning a chilling, eerie green.

Instead of giving people a burning sensation, it exudes an extremely cold aura, causing the surrounding temperature to drop rapidly.

"Is this some kind of over-the-top thing? This boss even has combo attacks..."

On the high-rise building, Michael stared wide-eyed at the sight, seriously suspecting that the person opposite him was cheating and seemed to be holding a grudge.

Whoosh! Whizzing! !
The ghost general, who had already absorbed the power of the ghosts, had a cold expression. He gently waved the black banner that exuded a chilling ghostly aura, and several more black beams shot out.

And this time, they were targeting Michael, who had just ambushed him.

boom! !

As if struck by a powerful missile, the high-rise building where Michael was located was instantly cut in half by several black beams of light, and collapsed to the ground with a loud bang.

"Hiss." Inside the US delegation, CBI agent Nathan gasped, quickly picking up his walkie-talkie and asking, "Hey, Michael, are you alright?!"

"Don't worry, I'm not that easy to kill."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Michael quickly used his grappling hook to swing to another building. He was panting heavily and looked back with lingering fear. The building he had just been in was now a pile of ruins.

"Launch! Launch the missile at the target!!"

On the aircraft carrier, far from Tokyo, Vice Admiral Ricky was equally startled upon witnessing this scene and shouted into his communicator.

Fuck you, if you've got guts, come to the scene!

In the sky, the helicopter pilots, their faces grim, ignored the idiot lieutenant general and immediately pulled back on the stick, increasing the helicopter's altitude to a completely safe distance.

The next second, the endless stream of ghostly creatures emerging from the crack in the sky above Tokyo told them that it was no safe up there either.

Meanwhile, more than half of the helicopter pilots were blown by the eerie winds over Tokyo.

Suddenly, as if possessed, they revealed eerie and sinister smiles, and together with more and more possessed colleagues, they aimed at the fire giant below and pressed the button to launch missiles.

boom! Boom boom! !
Brad, who was fully focused on guarding against the new form of the demon general, hadn't even reacted when his huge fiery body was hit by dozens of Hellfire missiles with trailing flames. He was forced to retreat more than a dozen steps, leaving huge footprints on the ground.

The force of the missile explosion had caused him serious internal injuries, and his face turned pale and then red. He knelt on the ground, leaning on his sword, and looked at the ghost general who was coldly staring at him. He realized that the other party was not holding a grudge.

Because he was ambushed by Michael with an incendiary bomb, he chose to retaliate in the same way.

"Ahem, alright, we're even now. Let's have a head-to-head competition..."

Despite the pain in his chest and abdomen, Brad stood up again. The bright yellow flames on his body, which had been somewhat dim, rose up once more, spreading all the way to the greatsword in his hand, making him look quite imposing.

Boom! Boom! !
The next second, not knowing how much longer he could hold out, Brad decisively launched a charge.

The opening move was a powerful whirlwind slash.

This move, already quite powerful in ordinary swordsmanship competitions, became even more formidable with the addition of flame effects, resembling a condensed and compressed firestorm that tore through the surrounding air and crushed towards the enormous ghost general opposite them.

"Ha, the arrow is at its last gasp."

The ghost general looked at him and sneered.

With a flick of his wrist, the black array flag in his hand unfurled, releasing wisps of black energy that transformed into a long, black spear shrouded in ghostly aura.

And in the next second, the black spear flew from his hand, transforming into a black lightning bolt, carrying an unparalleled ferocity and eerie ghostly aura, and crashed headlong into the firestorm unleashed by Brad's sword.

Two completely opposite energies intertwined and, in the blink of an eye, erupted with a deafening roar that shook the earth.

Boom! !

The ground between the two shattered inch by inch, and the brute force radiated outwards, causing large areas of houses that were already nearly burned to collapse.

The aftershocks swept in all directions, and the cracks spread outwards.

Shocked, the British delegation members who had just arrived in the only area unaffected by the fire retreated in disbelief, their mouths agape as they stared at the battlefield that had become a battle between two giants.

Its terrifying destructive power is comparable to that of a heavy missile.

Even Prince William, who was familiar with Brad's abilities, did not expect that Brad could unleash such fighting power under dire circumstances.

"No wonder he's a descendant of Lord Gawain!!"

At this moment, Prince William's thoughts were in turmoil. While filled with envy, he was also considering that he might be able to make his descendants become descendants of Lord Gawain in another way.

That's right, it's their old European tradition of arranged marriages.

Although his eldest daughter Charlotte is only ten years old this year, Western children grow up quickly. In a few more years, Charlotte, who has inherited his and Kate's good genes, will grow into a beautiful young woman. In addition, with her status as a British royal princess, he feels that she is a good match for Brad.

With this son-in-law's help, what does it matter if his brother Harry is constantly causing trouble? The throne is still his...

boom! !

Prince William's wandering thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a deafening bang.

He came to his senses, and his expression immediately changed.

On the battlefield, as the intensity of the battle increased, Brad, whose internal injuries were not minor, was showing signs of not being able to hold on any longer.

Even though he desperately tried to activate the dragon talisman, his weakened body could no longer withstand its immense power.

Finally, after wielding his flaming greatsword once more and exchanging blows with the opposing ghost general, his injuries became too severe to control, and he tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of hot blood.

The blood was burned to ashes by the surrounding scorching heat as soon as it left the mouth, and it was inconspicuous.

But the ghost general seized the opportunity, his spear emanating a chilling aura, and used the same trick again, throwing it at Brad once more.

This time, Brad couldn't stop him as easily as before.

Even though he had raised his flaming greatsword as high as he could and made a parrying motion.

But the spear, shrouded in layers of black mist, came hurtling in, forming a dense mass of ghostly shadows that blotted out the sky.

Brad raised his hand and used the blade of his sword to block the spear tip, but he was still thrown backward by the terrifying force and ghostly shadows it carried.

His feet sank into the ground, leaving two long ruts in the messy street beside him, and he retreated hundreds of meters.

Finally, the enormous body, wreathed in flames, crashed violently into a nearby pagoda.

This resulted in the destruction of the pagoda, which also had a history of over a thousand years.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

As Brad lay sprawled among the ruins, the flames on his body visibly dimmed.

His face was deathly pale, and he coughed up large amounts of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

If it weren't for the fact that the High Temperature Ancestor bestowed upon him the Knight Seed, which continuously strengthened his physical abilities and made his self-healing power far surpass that of ordinary people, he might already be dead by now.

"But that's about it."

As the ghost general walked towards him expressionlessly, Brad's face turned bitter, and he no longer had the strength to stand up again.

"So, is there only one way...?"

This exciting chapter of his life has only just begun, and if he could stay alive, Brad would certainly want to live.

He took a deep breath, tried one last method, and looked up at the sky, shouting:
"Ancestor Gawain, help me!!"

(End of this chapter)