I made up myths in America

Chapter 181 The Pyramid of the Sun

San Diego.

As the second largest city in California, the city has undergone visible changes after experiencing the ten plagues of Egypt and the 'baptism' of the high priest Imhotep.

The most obvious example is the magnificent Pyramid of the Sun on the US-Mexico border, where many people come to worship every day.

This is the newly built headquarters of the Aztec cult.

And a little over an hour ago:
Large military transport planes landed near the Pyramid of the Sun, carrying serious criminals transported from various prisons across the United States.

They had no idea what was about to happen to them. Their hands and feet were cuffed, and they were being led off the plane by soldiers while cursing.

Mark Lambert, the American diplomat who had just successfully negotiated with the Aztec high priestess Mina, exchanging ten thousand serious criminals for their assistance, looked at these unfortunate souls who were about to become sacrifices with a hint of pity in his eyes, waved his hand, and signaled the soldiers to hand them over to the Aztecs.

In this magical land of America, even cults can have so many followers.

As a religion truly blessed by the gods, the Aztecs naturally had no shortage of followers.

Most of these people were ordinary citizens of San Diego who survived the night Imhotep was resurrected, blessed by the rain god Traloc. They came from all walks of life, but as long as they sincerely believed in the rain god Traloc and other American deities, Mina accepted them all.

"What are you trying to do?!"

It wasn't until they saw the Aztecs with their faces painted and obsidian necklaces around their necks that the prisoners, who were being delivered in batches, realized something was wrong and resisted fiercely. Some even tried to escape, but it was clearly too late.

They were escorted by abnormally strong cultists to the magnificent and towering Pyramid of the Sun, and ascended the massive stone steps.

According to Aztec tradition, these steps have 91 steps on each side, leading directly to the top of the tower. There are 364 steps in total on all four sides, plus the platform at the top, making exactly 365 steps, which is exactly the number of days in a year.

At the top platform of the tower at the end of the steps, a mysterious totem pole, 18 meters high and re-carved in bronze, stands.

Mina wore the mask of the rain god Traloc and the robes of a high priest, just like the Aztecs of hundreds of years ago, and presided over this grand sacrificial ceremony.

The prisoners, to be sacrificed, would be pressed onto the altar by priests such as Robert, their chests cut open, and their still-beating fresh hearts taken out and offered as a sacrifice to the great rain god Traloc.

This scene was undoubtedly extremely bloody and primitive!
But when they saw the mysterious blue light emanating from the totem pole and falling on Mina, Robert, and the others who were presiding over the ceremony, it seemed as if the gods had bestowed blessings upon them, making them stronger.

The government officials from San Diego and neighboring Tijuana, Mexico, who were invited to attend the ceremony, couldn't help but show their envy.

Suddenly, I realize that the American gods' penchant for blood sacrifices isn't entirely unacceptable. At least they genuinely bestow extraordinary powers upon their followers after receiving the offerings!
It doesn't seem like God is too strict with believers.

I've heard that the newly established Thirteen Ministries of the Vatican are still only a handful of people. When the United States asks for help from time to time, Pope Francis just shrugs and says that they are really unable to help and cannot send any more people.

Meanwhile, under the envious gazes of these high-ranking government officials, the sacrificial ceremony was drawing to a close.

Dozens of people who were originally ordinary people, but because of their devout faith in the rain god, were bathed in the rain that suddenly fell from the sky. With fanatical expressions, they shouted the name of the rain god Traloc, and their bodies underwent amazing changes.

Some people have leopard-like spots on their cheeks and leopard-like ears, and their movements are as swift as lightning, exuding the ferocity of wild beasts.

Some people even grew wings like Andean condors on their backs, soaring through the air like birds and attracting envious glances.

"This is about the same power we used to have."

Robert was somewhat surprised and exclaimed, raising his right hand. A small tornado appeared in his palm. He played with it for a while, reluctant to put it down, before turning to ask his three companions.

"What new abilities has everyone gained?!"

"I feel like I've become much faster, and the feathers on my wings have become as hard as metal. They can be folded up for defense, or I can launch those metal feathers out."

The youngest Native American boy, Ahanu, scratched his head and spoke first.

"I feel like I can control the earth."

Tatanka, who was the first to obtain the power of the bear, shimmered with a rich, earthy-yellow light and spoke in a deep, muffled voice.

"My abilities are well-suited to be an assassin; you'll see soon enough."

The cold-blooded young man, Chaton, with a scar on his brow, smiled slightly and raised his hands. Sharp, pointed claws, like metal, emerged from his fingernails.

"Mysterious."

Robert muttered something upon hearing this, then looked at his sister who was standing not far away with her arms crossed and her eyes closed. He was about to ask her if her abilities had changed under the blessing of the Rain God.

Suddenly, the rain seemed to come alive, gathering in the sky to form an enormous Andean eagle, which raised its head and let out a cry like the clash of metal and stone.

Mina, wearing the mask of the rain god Traloc, appeared silently atop the azure Andean condor and flew rapidly eastward toward New York, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

"No, sis, aren't you taking us with you?!"

Robert, who had just acquired a new ability and was ready to show it off, was dumbfounded.

“Lili—”

Back to the present.

A piercing cry echoed across the Brooklyn sky as Mina, atop the Andean condor, surveyed the scene below.

As the White Walkers continued to pour in, even though the National Guard soldiers had taken military stimulants beforehand, some were finding it difficult to keep up.

Under orders from their superiors, they retreated into nearby buildings, using these reinforced concrete structures as makeshift bunkers. Gun barrels protruded from the windows, spitting fire and bullets at the White Walkers riding ice birds through the sky.

Meanwhile, armed helicopters flying in from nearby were like steel knights, circling bravely in the sky, raining down dense bullets and explosions on the monsters.
Gunfire and explosions filled the entire Brooklyn area, and killings and deaths were everywhere.

This caused Mina, standing atop the azure divine eagle, to have her eyes tremble slightly beneath her bronze mask.

"Is this war?!" Compared to watching the extraordinary disaster in Tokyo on television not long ago, being there in person and hearing the dying curses and screams that couldn't be drowned out even by the roar of gunfire had a much greater impact on her.

As the high priestess who had just sacrificed ten thousand criminals and scum, Mina wasn't afraid of such a thing; she was just a little sentimental.

A flash of blue light appeared in her eyes beneath her mask, and the azure eagle beneath her feet immediately accelerated, appearing above the fiercely contested battlefield.

Some soldiers, blinded by stimulants, instinctively raised their guns and opened fire on the newly appeared monsters above.

Then he was kicked to the ground by the officer who was standing next to them and supervising the battle.

"You bastard, those are friendly forces, friendly forces! Everyone, pay attention!!"

"Excuse me, cough cough cough"

The soldier, who had been hit by a boot, got up and repeatedly admitted his mistake.

When the giant eagle, which was similar in color to the White Walkers, suddenly appeared, he mistook it for an enemy and reflexively fired a few bursts of bullets.

"Be careful, that's the high priest of the Aztec religion, he's here to help. We must not offend him at this time."

"Yes." ×n
The responses from the walkie-talkies were uniform.

Despite having taken military stimulants and having their families and friends behind them, these National Guard soldiers have maintained relatively high morale, even with significant casualties already suffered.

Of course, this is partly because the biggest threat, the ice giant, on the white ice plains ahead has not yet launched an attack on them.

Instead, he raised his hand and pressed it on the ice, seemingly doing nothing.

The missiles fired at him from the rear positions were intercepted by the icy blue mist surrounding the ice giant before they even got close. Instead of exploding, they froze into lumps of iron and slammed heavily onto the ice.

"What is he doing? Such a powerful energy reaction?!"

Meanwhile, Mina noticed the ice giant's strange behavior from the air and frowned slightly.

Aside from the protagonists in movies who are practically mentally challenged, any normal person knows that in this situation, regardless of whether the enemy is preparing a powerful attack or doing something else, you must stop and interrupt them!
But not before that.

Mina stood atop the azure eagle, gazing at the countless White Walkers who had spotted her and were now charging towards her on their ice birds. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest and took the initiative—no, she spoke first.

Although the sea below was frozen over, there was no water flow that could be easily moved.

But this is no challenge for Mina, who has already been buffed again.

A torrent of water gushed from her mouth, surging and spreading across the sky in the blink of an eye.

Furthermore, under Mina's control, she deliberately avoided the numerous suicide drones and armed helicopters in the sky, specifically targeting the White Walkers and creating a suitable environment for her to operate.

Then, to the astonishment of the surrounding soldiers, in the sky flashing with blue light, one after another azure water dragons soared into the sky, complete with scales, horns, and claws, repeatedly wreaking havoc among the White Walkers rushing towards her.

Thump thump thump thump!
Under the terrifyingly powerful water attack, all the White Walkers in the sky fell down in a flurry, and even the strange birds formed from ice swayed and spun as they fell.

With the water dragons rising, the White Walkers were routed!
At the New York Police Department headquarters, many of the tense investigators breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, marveling at how powerful the Native American witch they had dealt with long ago had become.

However, this is certainly a great thing for them now.

Everyone prayed in their hearts that this witch—no, she should be called the high priestess now—would be able to drive away all the White Walkers and the ice giants.

boom! boom! boom! ! !
Abilities like Water Release from Naruto are perfectly suited for clearing out mobs on the battlefield.

The large horde of White Walkers in the sky were crushed by Mina's control of several water dragons, falling to the ground and being met with concentrated fire from the soldiers hidden in various buildings.

Only after realizing that this woman was not to be trifled with, and the White Walkers scattered in all directions like dodging missiles, did Mina's monster-clearing efficiency slow down, and she stopped with some regret.

It's not that she doesn't want to continue, it's that she has more important things to do!
Sensing the ice giant kneeling on the ice field, his hand pressed against the ice, the energy reaction on his body became increasingly intense.

Mina didn't want to waste any more time. With a furrowed brow beneath her mask, she clapped her hands together atop the azure divine eagle, and the several lifelike, enormous water dragons charged toward the ice giant shrouded in heavy freezing mist.

"Roar, roar roar—"

The ice giant maintained his right hand pressed against the ice, not even glancing at the attacks coming at him, and chanted incantations even faster.

"Hrím thrysvar kalla, Niflheimr opna hvel, Jr skelfr, fjall grátr steinn, shjarta mín slr httu"

The extremely difficult incantation was transmitted to the New York Police Department headquarters and reached the ears of the Bureau of Investigation staff through drones deployed throughout the battlefield.

Faced with this completely incomprehensible 'alien' language, everyone, including Ray Kelly and George Gently, turned their gazes to Professor Alan Heston, who was writing down these strange syllables with great excitement.

"Uh, actually I don't know their specific meanings either."

Faced with the questioning looks from the crowd, Professor Alan Heston paused briefly before explaining:
"But in Norse mythology, giants, as beings who are enemies of the Norse gods, possess extremely powerful strength and wisdom."

"Legend has it that Odin, the king of the gods, came to the land of giants beneath the main root of the World Tree in order to bring wisdom back to Asgard. There, he found a spring that contained all wisdom."

"And the guardian of the Well of Wisdom was none other than Mimir, the ancestor of the Ice Giants. In order to drink a mouthful of water from the Well of Wisdom, Odin paid the price with his right eye and hung himself upside down on the branches of the World Tree for nine days and nine nights in order to create the legendary runes."

"So, it's actually quite normal that this ice giant knows magic, it's just..."

At this point, Professor Alan Heston, who still seemed to have more to say, paused and, along with the others in the conference room, widened his eyes to look at the surging blue icy mist behind the ice giant on the screen.

After such a long spellcasting session, the passage connecting Jotunheim and Earth behind him seemed to have reopened.

A colossal beast, over a hundred meters tall, pure white with ice-blue spines on its back and radiating an incredibly terrifying chill, slowly emerged from the frozen mist behind the ice giant, casting a large shadow on the ice surface.

(End of this chapter)