I made up myths in America

Chapter 182 The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility

It's too big!
Even the slowest person would realize at this point that the ice giant had summoned an even more troublesome being.

In fact it is.

boom!
Almost the instant the snow-white behemoth appeared, the temperature on the icy plain, which was already below zero, plummeted again.

To put it more directly, the area beneath the ice giant's feet, which was originally about three meters thick, suddenly increased to about four meters thick, and the thickness is still increasing.

Mina remotely controlled several azure water dragons flying towards the ice giant. The dragons were frozen from their heads, and the ice quickly spread to other parts of their bodies, with a constant cracking sound.
Anyone with eyes could see that this newly appeared snow-white behemoth had a near-total suppressive effect on the Native American witch who was skilled at manipulating water.

Because Mina was moving so fast, Robert and his group, who were on a military transport plane provided by the US government and rushing towards New York, realized something was wrong and quickly took out their phones to call Mina, telling her to run away first if she couldn't win and not worry about the lives of these Americans!

Such a rapid change of expression caused Mark Lambert, an American diplomat traveling on the same plane as them, to twitch slightly.

Fortunately, the witch on the other end of the phone, who was now a high priestess, still had some integrity and did not run away as Robert had suggested.

That would be so shameful!!
The rain god Traloc, whom Mina represents, would not allow her to do that.

Of course, the main reason is that she still has a trump card up her sleeve.

Standing atop the azure divine eagle, I stepped back a little from the snow-white behemoth that exuded a chilling aura.

Mina held the phone and said softly, "Alright, Robert, you have to trust my abilities. I'm not as fragile as you think. Is Diplomat Lambert with you? Give him the phone."

"he?!"

Robert turned to look at Old Deng beside him with some surprise upon hearing this, and reluctantly handed over the phone.

As a professional diplomat, Mark Lambert always maintained his composure and certainly wouldn't stoop to the level of a Native American boy who, strictly speaking, wasn't even an adult yet.

With a smile, he asked respectfully, "Hello, Miss Mina, is there anything our federal government can help you with?"

"There are some things, but it's not that we need help. Rather, the enemy's strength doesn't match your description, so I think we might need to renegotiate the issue of compensation. Ceding some tax and law enforcement powers from the three West Coast autonomous states of California, Nevada, and Arizona to facilitate the missionary work of our Aztec religion is, in my opinion, a more appropriate compensation."

Mina on the other end of the phone succinctly stated that the enemy's difficulty had increased, and if they wanted her help, they would have to pay more.

This almost predatory behavior, bordering on robbery, even made the usually shrewd Mark Lambert lose his composure.

His face turned pale and then red, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a reason to refuse the woman's extremely rude request without causing her to go on strike.

Beep! !
While he was still thinking, Mina had already hung up the phone.

She didn't have that much time to chat with this American official.

Boom!
dong dong! !
On the ice field formed by the seawater of New York Harbor, the snow-white behemoth that had brought immense pressure to everyone upon its appearance began to move.

It shook its head, and under the command of the ice giant beside it, it opened its mouth and spewed out a large amount of icy blue cold air towards the sky.

boom! !

Mina transformed into a stream of water to evade the attack, which covered a very wide area.

But the azure eagle beneath her feet and the somewhat dark clouds in the surrounding sky were in dire straits.

After being struck by this icy blue cold current, everything was instantly frozen, and many people witnessed a spectacle they would likely never forget.

Large chunks of cloud began to fall from the sky, forming massive hailstones that could kill people. Even animals from the Ice Age millions of years ago probably never experienced such a thing.

"Fuck, what the hell is wrong with this world?!"

On the Brooklyn Line, several tanks were unlucky enough to be submerged by large chunks of ice falling from the sky, and the soldiers inside disappeared instantly.

But that wasn't enough to make the frontline commander so furious.

After all, sacrifice is inevitable in war, and as a soldier, he was already used to it!

What truly broke his spirits and even made him somewhat desperate was the biting cold that followed the appearance of this damned beast.

The soldiers were shivering with cold, while their enemies, the White Walkers, seemed to have received some kind of mysterious energy boost, and their bodies underwent even more astonishing transformations.

Not only did they grow taller and more grotesque, but they also developed wings made of ice, resembling those of birds.

And
Inside many of the buildings used as bunkers, soldiers were firing wildly at the White Walkers who had broken in.

Then someone suddenly noticed that their companion, who had just been killed, was standing up again, his skin as pale as the White Walkers, and his whole body radiating coldness.

"Hey Steve, what are you doing? I'm your best brother!"

"Damn it, they've mutated! Shoot! Shoot them now!!"

The defenses that were barely holding on began to crumble gradually because of these people who had come back from the dead.

The destruction they could cause was secondary; the main problem was that their closest and most trusted comrades, who had fought alongside them, had suddenly turned into monsters, and the thought that they would become like that after they died was undoubtedly a fatal blow to the soldiers' morale.

boom! Boom boom! !
Even with more artillery shells and rockets coming from the rear, it was to no avail.

These White Walkers seem to possess intelligence no less than that of humans, and from the very beginning, they suffered heavy casualties when facing these modern weapons.

We have now discovered ways to evade them. Their formations are spread out so that even if we bombard them with long-range weapons, we can't kill many of them at once.

They began to spread to other parts of New York.

Inside an underground air-raid shelter in Queens, New York, Toby Parker, the high school student who had been rescued by Siegfried earlier, finally couldn't hold back any longer. Holding the holy sword that Lord Siegfried had given him, he suddenly stood up.

"Calm down, Toby, the most important thing for you right now is to stay calm!!"

Two agents from the Bureau of Investigation blocked his path from the left and right, trying to persuade him earnestly.

They certainly knew that this high school boy, who had inherited Lord Siegfried's legacy, was very likely to become an extraordinary powerhouse in the future!

But the problem is that's not the case now.

It has only been half a month since Lord Siegfried's heroic spirit was summoned to help them resolve the crisis of Dragon King Li Wuyue.

Even though this boy had already worked very hard, going back and forth between school, home, and the sword gym every day, rejecting all external temptations, and receiving guidance and training from multiple sword masters and physical coaches they had invited.

But the time was just too short!!
Even with the holy sword Balmonk, Toby could only unleash less than one percent of the power of Lord Siegfried.

In this situation, rather than sending a child who is destined to become an extraordinary powerhouse and whose personality is so controllable to go on adventures outside and not play any crucial role, it is better to let him stay put and save him for the future.

This is also the opinion of all high-ranking U.S. officials!

They were the first countries to experience supernatural events, but now Britain and Japan have surpassed them, with powerful superhumans in their own countries. Only they are getting more and more miserable. Every time such an unmanageable supernatural event occurs, they have to beg and plead for help from the Vatican or the Aztec Church.

One can only imagine how frustrated these politicians, who once stood at the pinnacle of power, must have felt.

Conversely, they place immense importance on Toby Parker, their only promising young talent!
Therefore, no matter what, these two CIA agents would not let Toby leave. They even tried to appeal to his emotions, attempting to keep the naive teenager there by threatening the safety of Toby's two relatives.

Then they were dumbfounded.

Because these two middle-aged people, who could only be considered low-level workers in New York, completely defied expectations.

"Child, with great power comes great responsibility. Go, we will be safe here. Do what you must do, and do not disappoint Lord Siegfried, who gave you this power."

Seeing the encouraging and kind smile on his uncle's face, Toby nodded emphatically, stomped his foot on the ground, and rushed over the two Bureau of Investigation agents, rushing out onto the street.

Some of the White Walkers have already arrived here and are wreaking havoc, searching for living people, and turning them into their own kind, or, to put it another way, wights.

After Toby revealed himself, many White Walkers, their eyes flashing blue, flew toward him in unison.

"Come on, monsters."

Seeing this, Toby took a deep breath, gripped Balmunk tightly in his hands, and recalled a phrase that his swordsmanship teacher often repeated during his classes these past few days.

"Swordsmanship is nothing more than a few movements: thrusting, slashing, cutting, and parrying. After repeated practice, it is easy to master."

"But if you want to really use them effectively in real combat, then you must constantly ask yourself, are you prepared? Do you have the courage to face death?"

"I am ready!!"

When the White Walkers were less than half a meter away from him, Toby took a deep breath and swung his sword.

"Roar, roar roar—"

The holy sword Balmongk in his hand seemed to sense his will and responded to him for the first time. Layers of chilling black energy emanated from the sword, forming a completely black phantom dragon in mid-air. It opened its blood-red maw and swallowed all the White Walkers that rushed towards it in one gulp.

But soon, more pale figures appeared in the sky, eyeing Toby menacingly.

Near a children's home in Queens.

Little heads peeked out of the second-floor windows, their eyes wide, watching the volunteer uncle who had bravely saved them when the monsters attacked, silently cheering him on.

boom! !

Blazing black flames burst open in the air.

Frank, who had been hiding his identity for a long time, couldn't care less about anything else when it came to the safety of those children.

He grabbed a nearby iron chain, black flames clinging to it, and used it as a whip.

Later, when he realized that this method wasn't very efficient, he remained expressionless, raised his hand towards the sky, and continuously swung the flaming whip in his hand.

Gradually, a black fiery tornado appeared in the sky, sucking in all the White Walkers that flew nearby.

The U.S. high-ranking officials who witnessed this scene through surveillance cameras located throughout New York were horrified.

It's surprising that Ghost Rider seems to have gotten stronger after disappearing for so long.

but
The fact that the other party chose to stand up at this time means they are a friend, not an enemy, so there's no need to worry for now.

What worried these high-ranking American officials most was obviously the situation in New York Harbor.

boom! !

Boom boom! !
Large numbers of soldiers in armored vehicles continued to reinforce the Brooklyn defense zone, but the situation there continued to deteriorate.

The reason is that the snow-white behemoth summoned by the ice giant has such overpowered abilities.

The icy blasts spewed from its mouth might not hit Mina precisely, but they could help the large horde of White Walkers evolve.

According to their observations, three White Walkers have evolved into a more advanced form after devouring large numbers of their own kind.

Standing five meters tall, its pale skin had transformed into ice crystal-like armor covered in spikes. Its back was adorned with gleaming ice wings, allowing it to unleash small-scale ice magic, much like an ice giant.

The National Guard soldiers suffered heavy casualties under the attack of the three monsters, which were temporarily named 'Ice Demons'. They were only able to stay alive because the effects of military stimulants had not yet worn off.

"Damn!!"

After a while, a hot-tempered old general couldn't take it anymore and slammed his fist on the table, suggesting that they launch a nuclear missile and fight these monsters.

This suggestion was, of course, quickly rejected.

If they could launch nuclear missiles, they would have done so long ago.

According to an expert think tank, if the huge, icy blue vortex above Staten Island is indeed a passage between Jotunheim and Earth, it may not be fully open yet.

Otherwise, they might not be facing an ice giant now.

Whether the light and heat released after a nuclear explosion will have a positive or negative impact on that channel is something no one dares to gamble on.

After all, in Norse mythology, ice giants possess extremely high intelligence.

And now he has used magic to turn so many humans into White Walkers, so he may have learned about all sorts of things about human society, yet he still acts as if he has nothing to fear.

This suggests that launching a nuclear missile would more likely help to completely open that passage.

"Then what do we do? We can't really agree to that Native American witch's demands, can we?!"

The old general sat down, somewhat indignant.

Upon hearing that he dared to bring up the topic, the other high-ranking American officials present all cast admiring glances at the old general, but they themselves would never dare to speak up.

After all, once such a humiliating treaty is signed, it will be nailed to the pillar of shame in American history.

They were all focused on their own thoughts, waiting for the president to make a decision.

One minute.

Two minutes.

five minutes.

This decision was equally difficult for the president.

until
Seeing the huge, icy blue vortex on the screen emitting a faint glow, it seemed that even more enemies were about to appear.

His expression shifted uncertainly, but he finally made up his mind, closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and said in a somewhat weary voice:
"Inform the Aztec cult that I have agreed to their demands!!"

(End of this chapter)