I made up myths in America

Chapter 180 Winter is Coming, the White Walkers

Under normal circumstances, even the slightest damage to the statue of the goddess, which symbolizes the spirit of freedom and democracy of the American people, would be enough for the White House to issue a statement explaining the cause, and major media outlets would rush to report on it.

but now.
Seeing the statue's right arm, which held the torch aloft, break, the American high command in the makeshift operations room didn't even blink. Their breathing became slightly rapid as they focused most of their attention on the massive vortex above New York Harbor, which was still spewing out deadly cold air.

The president slammed his fist on the table, glaring angrily at the expert who had just made the suggestion, his voice belying his age.

"Professor Erwin, I need a reasonable explanation. Is this what you mean by our missiles, that they can absolutely block Loki's summoning ritual?"

"Ah this."

Seeing how quickly the president was shifting the blame, an elderly professor with gray hair twitched at the corner of his mouth, momentarily speechless.

Could he possibly claim that everyone present clearly agreed to the proposal he just put forward?!
That would only offend more people in the meeting room.

This professor, who recently seized the opportunity to combine various supernatural events to write a book called "Mythological History," thus becoming a household name and one of America's most sought-after star scholars, would certainly not do something so foolish.

Instead of immediately refuting this point, he used a professional tone to express his latest speculation to him and the other senior American officials present.

"Your Excellency, I'm afraid we need to make some modifications to the previously drafted battle plan."

"Because judging from the current situation in New York Harbor, the God of Lies and Deception may not be trying to summon anything with the Holy Grail, but rather trying to open a passage between Earth and Jotunheim."

"Jotunheim??!"

Undoubtedly, this is a very unfamiliar term to the American high-ranking officials present here.

In particular, this parallel world is only roughly the same as Lu Bai's previous life; there are still some subtle differences in terms of movies and novels.

A company like Marvel, which failed to turn its fortunes around by making "Iron Man 1" in 2008, went bankrupt long ago.

Its comic book rights were all acquired by Sony, a Hollywood giant, for a pittance.

I've heard that because of the recent Amazing World craze, executives at Sony Pictures Entertainment are planning to adapt these comics into movies.

But it hasn't been filmed yet.

The older American executives present certainly wouldn't know this name, which is extremely obscure even in Norse mythology.

They all looked at Professor Erwin, waiting for his explanation.

"That's right, everyone."

Professor Erwin cleared his throat. "In the worldview of Norse mythology, the world is divided into nine different realms, which are connected by the World Tree."

"The place where we humans live is called Midgard, while the place where the Norse gods live is called Asgard."

"In addition, Jotunheim is also one of the nine realms in Norse mythology. It is said to be a harsh environment, covered with frost all year round, and home to frost giants and mountain giants."

With Professor Irwin's clear and concise explanation, the American officials present quickly understood why he had previously said that Loki's goal was to try to open a passage between Earth and Jotunheim.

The hundreds of millions of tons of seawater in New York Harbor are now frozen solid, turning the ocean into a vast ice sheet. Doesn't that match Jotunheim, which is covered in frost year-round?!
Those high-ranking U.S. officials who realized this looked as if they had swallowed a cockroach whole, their faces extremely grim.

Sitting in the second seat from the left at the conference table, and also the current hawkish representative of the military, General Ross, who was pushing forward with the Dragon Blood experiment research, frowned and asked, "Professor Erwin, what do you think is the best way for us to shut down this passage?"

If I knew the answer to that question, I wouldn't be sitting here right now.

Professor Erwin inwardly scoffed, but after a moment's thought, he still reminded him, "General Ross, I think our most crucial task right now is to consider how to deal with it if this passage is fully opened and frost giants break out. After all, these giants are notorious in Norse mythology."

Before the final word 'rage' could be uttered, everyone in the command room heard a roar like an earthquake.

It wasn't a sudden earthquake in New York.

Instead, on the screen in front of them, which was broadcasting the latest situation in New York Harbor in real time, their worst fears had come true on the 'ice field' filled with a large expanse of icy blue fog.

An ice giant, far larger than any Luke Duncan they had ever recorded, standing approximately fifty meters tall, forcefully emerged from the icy mist that resembled a spatial tunnel. His scarlet eyes flashed with a cold light, and his massive, mountain-like body delivered the greatest shock to the onlookers.

"Oh, God."

Throughout New York, citizens holding cell phones and anxiously watching the situation in New York Harbor were stunned by the giant that seemed to have stepped out of mythology. They prayed in their hearts that the giant would not come towards them.

Click, click-click!!
A few seconds later, these people completely gave up their illusions, staring at their phones with expressions of utter despair.

Because this isn't just one ice giant.

As the enormous vortex in the sky continued to spew out icy waves downwards, fewer and fewer people remained alive on Staten Island.

The Staten Island residents, whose bodies were covered in frost and frozen into ice sculptures, did not die.

Instead, after the ice giant appeared, it seemed to be summoned by some special force, and the ice on its body shattered, returning in a completely new life form.

He was tall and emaciated, with pale skin and deep, icy blue eyes.

Its appearance is very similar to the White Walkers outside the Wall in "A Song of Ice and Fire".

In fact, Lu Bai did indeed create these things based on the image of the White Walkers in the story.

Otherwise, if he were to release an entire army of ice giants from the spiritual space, then there would be no point in playing anymore; he estimated that New York would become a dead zone in a very short time.

As more and more White Walkers appeared on Staten Island, people's mood continued to sink.

And when they finally saw the densely packed army of White Walkers standing on the ice plains, following behind the enormous ice giant, charging towards Brooklyn in front of New York Harbor.

The New Yorkers living here wish they could yell, "Don't come any closer!"

Unfortunately, these are actually ice giants from another world, and they won't listen to them.

boom! !

A gigantic, snow-white foot, radiating a chilling aura, landed and crushed the ship that was docked at the pier, now covered with a thick layer of frost.

The Ice Giants, leading the way, are now less than 5 kilometers from the National Guard's defensive line on the edge of Brooklyn.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo.”

A National Guard soldier with the rank of sergeant exhaled a puff of white breath. Even though he had changed into thick winter clothing, he still felt a bone-chilling cold wash over him, a cold that penetrated to the very soul. "Hang in there, everyone! Think of your families and friends behind you, the American people we are here to protect!!"

Officers walked back and forth among them, offering encouragement.

But many soldiers were tired of hearing this kind of meaningless nonsense, and with their weapons in hand, they focused intently on the front.

Of course they knew that their family and friends were behind them; otherwise, given the current terrible reputation of the US government, most of the soldiers present would have run away the moment those ice giants appeared.

Now, thinking of family and friends, thinking of those they care about, they have no choice but to give it their all.

"Zizzi"

"Attention all soldiers on the Brooklyn defense line, prepare for battle!!"

As the officer gave the order in a somewhat hoarse voice over the walkie-talkie, missiles trailing white flames streaked across the sky, heading straight for the monsters.

Boom! Boom! Boom boom!!
Giant fireballs burst forth on the ice field, their shockwaves spreading outwards.

Abandoning precision in pursuit of lethality, these terrifying creations, loaded with several tons of explosives, recklessly demonstrate the destructive power of science.

Many White Walkers fell in the shockwave of the missile explosion on the ice plains.

However, in the blink of an eye, the ice giant, which was as large as a mountain, raised its right hand and began to chant a difficult and obscure incantation.

"Kveja! Hrímruma of hrindisk! sarnagli ristisk!"

This incredibly grand and deep sound filled the entire ice plain, and a blinding white light emanated from the ice giant's right hand.

Strange birds made of ice appeared out of nowhere on the ice plains.

"Roar, roar, roar!!"

Upon seeing this, the White Walker army behind the ice giants raised their heads and roared with excitement. They jumped into groups of two or three onto the backs of these ice birds, which were larger than cars, transforming from infantry into air cavalry.

Not only did the mobility increase many times over, but because they were so widely dispersed, the destructive power of missiles was greatly reduced even as they continued to be fired.

"Damn it, soldiers, aim and fire!!"

At this point, it was naturally up to the National Guard soldiers on the Brooklyn defense line to step up.

Because he had taken a large dose of military stimulant, namely morphine, beforehand, the effects of the drug are just beginning to take hold.

These soldiers, displaying fearlessness and high spirits, operated tanks, armored vehicles, and armed helicopters hovering in the air, launching a fierce offensive against the White Walkers that were rapidly approaching them.

boom! Boom boom! !
Many New Yorkers who saw this scene through television drones, especially the women, were moved to tears and covered their mouths in astonishment.

The bravery and fearlessness of these American soldiers far exceeded their imagination. Even during World War II, the Soviet soldiers who defended Moscow behind them against the German offensive were no more courageous than these.

At NYPD headquarters, George Gently, who knew the inside story, sighed softly as he watched the horrific scene on the screen.

Even knowing about military stimulants, many countries' armies began using them during World War I, aiming to help soldiers overcome fear in trenches filled with corpses and fight continuously for days and nights.

But witnessing firsthand how far their soldiers had to go to defend New York still saddened George Gently.

"Christine!"

"Weren't you still recovering in the hospital? Why are you back?!"

At that moment, a commotion arose outside the meeting room.

Wearing a hospital gown and with white bandages wrapped around her legs, Christine, leaning on crutches, pushed open the conference room door.

She had only recently woken up.

In the battle at the San Diego naval base, Drake's final, suicidal attack nearly took her down with him.

Even after she woke up, the doctor still determined that she would need at least three months of rest before she could begin to regain her fighting ability.

This is based on the premise that she is a superhuman with a recovery ability far exceeding that of ordinary people.

but.
Despite seeing the state of emergency in New York on her phone, Christine still resolutely came.

Leaning on her cane, with a hint of stubbornness on her face, she walked up to George Gently and Ray Kelly and said, "Sir, let me go. Those soldiers are already struggling enough to deal with those monsters that netizens call 'White Walkers' online. They can't stop that ice giant at all."

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George Gentry raised his hand to his forehead, looking somewhat annoyed, and refused without hesitation: "Then do you think going to the front lines like this is just suicide?"

“I can be injected with dragon blood serum. Haven’t you already secretly started dragon blood experiments? Ordinary prisoners would go out of control after being injected, but I certainly won’t.”

Christine's expression was resolute, clearly indicating that she had thought it through before coming.

"Who told you that?"

George Gentry frowned upon hearing this, his sharp gaze sweeping across the conference room of those who were usually closest to Christine. Seeing their innocent expressions, his eyes twitched slightly, knowing that these bastards were playing dumb with him.

"Cough cough."

Seeing this, Ray Kelly clenched his fist and coughed, trying to smooth things over, saying, "Forget it, George, Christine is just on leave due to injury, she hasn't resigned. Even if they said something to her, it's not against the rules."

"Besides, I think Christine's words aren't entirely wrong."

At this point, facing his old partner's increasingly sharp gaze, Ray Kelly, who was clearly the superior, inexplicably lowered his voice, feeling somewhat guilty.

He raised his hands in surrender and said, "Okay, I asked them to leak it. I was just worried that our frontline soldiers wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure."

"Everyone must maintain faith. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is already negotiating with the Aztec cult, and they are also offering assistance!"

George Gently paused for a moment after hearing this before speaking, his gaze fixed on the screen in the conference room.

In the image, an Andean condor made entirely of rainwater is flying rapidly from the horizon.
Standing atop it was Mina, who wore the mask of the rain god Traloc and the robes of a high priest, exuding an aura of mystery that was now more pronounced than before.

(End of this chapter)