I made up myths in America

Chapter 209 Scourge Legion
Now that the plan has been formulated, the next step is naturally the execution phase.

To ensure everything goes smoothly, they first need to make sure that once Mordred does indeed come to their world regardless of everything, humanity must have the power to suppress her.

Otherwise, if this rebellious knight, who has already sided with the evil god of the warp, actually appears in this world and they can't defeat him, it would be a complete joke.

Immediately, the Russian president, a former KGB agent, began to list their top combat forces with great familiarity.

"Lord Merlin, Saint Joan of Arc, and that assassin king Hassan, whom we cannot contact."

That's not so bad.

Upon closer examination, their situation is not optimistic.

Lord Merlin is needed to guard the Endless Tower, so we certainly can't count on him.

The King of Assassins disappeared after defeating Tiamat, and no one could contact him.

So in the end, is Joan of Arc the only one they can rely on?
But the problem is that the situation of that French saint seems to be far from optimistic as well.

She has now returned to her hometown, Domrémy, France, to say a final goodbye to the villagers she has spent time with.

"There is no need to be sad, everyone."

Although her body was covered in cracks, from which a holy white light emanated, Joan of Arc still wore a smile.

"I'm just going back to heaven, not dying completely. I believe we'll meet again in heaven."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Upon hearing this, many of the emotional female villagers could no longer hold back their tears.

The men, their eyes also reddening, resisted the urge to cry and instead sang together the French military song that had been written specifically for Joan of Arc.

"France, you must remember the glorious days of the past when Joan of Arc fought for you, for the glory and light of freedom."

"She led our troops, marching forward fearlessly, holding high the flag amidst the flames of war. That was a symbol of hope."

Joan of Arc smiled as she looked at them, the blazing white light emanating from her growing stronger. Finally, she glanced at Pierre, the head of the French supernatural organization who had rushed over upon hearing the news, waved her hand, and sent two talismans, enveloped in light, to Pierre's front.

Joan of Arc's translucent, luminous figure flew into the sky, but did not disappear immediately. Instead, it transformed into a streak of light and arrived above the holy city of Jerusalem.

Dio and the others were, of course, long gone.

They ran away after they finished what they were doing.

However, in order to maximize the effectiveness of this summoning ritual, Dio deliberately allowed the so-called new humans 'Rahim' to wreak havoc within Israel.

As a result, a large amount of negative emotions floated over the holy city at all times, forming a thin, visible black mist.

According to the speculation of experts and scholars convened by the government, this may be the reason why Mordred's Scourge was able to invade Earth from here.

Chime! !

At that moment, as Joan of Arc's translucent figure appeared above the Holy City, endless white light shone in the night sky.

The light was so dazzling that many people thought it was dawn.

Not at all!!

The sky was filled with light and shadow, which seemed to flow and dance.

Billions of people around the world have witnessed the long history of this ancient holy city over thousands of years.

Canaanites, Philistines, Hebrews, Assyrians, Babylonians, Persians, Romans, and Arabs.
Countless ethnic groups have occupied this place.

Ancient devout believers traveled thousands of miles, enduring all kinds of hardships, just to make a pilgrimage here.

Crusader soldiers risked their lives to protect the holy city and to fight against foreign invaders for their faith in God.

Even though he was afflicted with leprosy, the king refused to give up and burned out his last breath for the sake of this holy city.
"May God bless us for Jerusalem."

"Lord, may your glory shine upon this earth."

It was as if the presence of Joan of Arc had brought the power of faith that this holy city had accumulated over thousands of years into a tangible form at this moment.

These incredibly sacred and solemn historical scenes brought tears to the eyes of countless Christians around the world, while also fueling their growing hatred for the Jews who had ruined everything.

Those damned traitors!!

If they hadn't betrayed humanity and summoned the evil god Tiamat, the holy city of Jerusalem wouldn't be in its current state.

"These damned Judas should all get out of America!!"

The situation where saying something negative about Israel in public in the United States could lead to arrest seems to have reversed.

Many people rushed to the nearest Jewish community and looted and vandalized the place, venting their pent-up frustrations.

Joan of Arc's sudden grand display before her departure was certainly not simply to make the Jews pariahs.

This world is too fragile, and she doesn't want the warp to invade it, so she came to help Merlin seal this breach.

Suddenly, the sky above Jerusalem, which should have been dark, shone brightly. Under this holy, blazing white light, the thin, ominous black mist melted away like snow meeting the sun.

Even the massive, solidifying ice-crown fortress phantom in the sky seemed to have stalled in its transformation from phantom to solid, having lost the guidance of these extreme negative emotions.

"As expected of the Holy Maiden!!"

High-ranking officials from many countries near the holy city of Jerusalem were overjoyed to see this.

They were worried that the plan they had just discussed might not succeed.

It seems like we might not even need to carry out that stupid plan anymore?!

Prince Edward, who had already retreated into Iranian territory, became somewhat nervous again upon seeing this.

The dark wizard Gildre, standing right next to him, glanced at him and said in a completely emotionless voice:
"Don't be nervous. Behind the Scourge is that great one, one of the most powerful Chaos Gods in the Warp. No matter what this saint does, she can only slow down the Scourge's invasion."

"You politicians are just too scheming. Even if you gain great power, you can never become a true strongman."

Prince Edward ignored the other party's somewhat impolite tone and instead lowered his stance to ask.

"Lord Gildre is right, so now we..."

"As Lord Dio instructed, if the Scourge's invasion is hindered, we will first summon a portion of the Scourge's leaders to create chaos on a large scale."

Gildre, expressionless, took out a black-covered spellbook and began chanting the obscure and difficult incantations within.

As he chanted the incantation, dozens of beams of light shone from within the frozen Icecrown Citadel above Jerusalem, descending towards various parts of Europe.
Joan of Arc frowned upon seeing this, wanting to intervene and stop it.

But her body, so thin it was almost transparent, could no longer support her. With a long sigh, the figure of this French saint disappeared into the air.

In the online conference room, the high-ranking officials from various countries had extremely complicated expressions upon seeing this. They never expected that this French saint could achieve such a level of success. No wonder she not only went to heaven but also gained the favor of the Archangel Metatron.

While these high-ranking officials were expressing their feelings, the leaders of the Scourge had quietly arrived in various parts of Europe. London, England, Natural History Museum.

It has been closed to the public since it became the headquarters of the British extraordinary department BPRD.

Every day, only BPRD agents come and go from this building; very few ordinary people venture in.

But tonight seems to be an exception.

The agent on duty suddenly noticed that many swaying figures appeared on the screen at the entrance.

This obviously unusual scene jolted the agent, who was still a little sleepy, awake. He immediately stood up and pressed the red alarm button on the monitoring console.

"Woah woah -"

As an unusually piercing alarm sounded, figures appeared rapidly at the museum entrance.

They were all BPRD agents who had taken extraordinary drugs, and their physical abilities were generally three to five times that of ordinary people.

This number may seem insignificant at first glance, but in reality, when a superhuman who has not awakened any superpowers accelerates and crashes into an ordinary person, that ordinary person's body will be as fragile as glass.

Therefore, in order to make full use of their extraordinary physical abilities, these BPRD agents wear simple exoskeleton armor with ample firepower.

Upon seeing these obviously suspicious figures, the lead agent, after issuing a warning according to procedure, immediately ordered the guns to be opened fire.

bang bang bang-

The machine guns modified for these superhumans not only have plenty of ammunition, but are also incredibly powerful. They can blow up even a main battle tank in front of them, let alone flesh and blood.

boom!
Boom boom! !
Without exception, all of these swaying, eerie figures exploded.

And that's when things went wrong.

The dark gray, putrid gas instantly spread throughout the area, and everyone who came into contact with it immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Their skin peeled off like clothes, revealing the white and red flesh underneath, layer by layer.

The pain was like being subjected to the torture of being slowly sliced ​​to death; every nerve ending in the body sent out pain signals.

Only one extraordinary agent, possessing the power of words that allows him to completely forget pain, retained his sanity. He gritted his teeth and shouted with his last strength, "Enemy! Enemy attack!!"

"Woah woah -"

The piercing alarm sounded again, this time not just inside the museum, but throughout London.

Many Londoners were already asleep when they were suddenly awakened, their eyes glazed over, completely unaware of what had happened.

Brad, who had just returned to London, naturally heard the alarm. He immediately grabbed the flaming greatsword at hand, and with a boom, his whole body burst into flames and he flew up.

It took less than thirty seconds to arrive at the Natural History Museum in London.

"asshole!!"

With a single glance, the fire knight's eyes widened in fury, his teeth clenched.

Because all that could be seen were gruesome corpses.

The skin and flesh of these 'colleagues' peeled off layer by layer, their faces bearing the extreme pain they had suffered before death.

"Finally, a decent one has arrived."

Among these corpses was a terrifying monster pieced together from many strange organs, difficult to describe in words.

It tilted its head and looked at Brad, as if sizing up the food it was about to eat, and smacked its lips, saying, "The sword in your hand is quite nice; the Lich King should like it."

Is the Lich King related to the Scourge?
As these thoughts raced through Brad's mind, his hands moved just as quickly.

His entire body burst into flames, shutting out the surrounding gray mist.

With a cold expression, he slashed his sword at the monster.

A massive, intensely blazing golden sword aura ripped through the night sky. It looked much smaller than the firestorm Brad used before his strength increased, but in reality, its power was the opposite.

After bathing in the dragon blood of Smaug II, the seed of power left in Gawain's body was fully activated.

Even without the power of the Dragon Talisman, he is already a genuine B-level superhuman, and with the Dragon Talisman, he will only become stronger.

boom! ! !
With a whooshing sound, the ground in front of the museum instantly cracked and caved in, leaving a charred trench hundreds of meters long that stretched from one end of the road to the other.

"It's terrible, it's terrible."

Despite saying how terrifying it was, the monster remained unharmed by Brad's attacks.

No, it's that the opponent could move freely within this gray, stagnant gas, thus avoiding his attacks.

Therefore, upon noticing this, flames several times more intense than before rose from Brad's body.

He raised his flaming greatsword and swept it horizontally, unleashing a terrifying fiery tornado that burned away all the ashen gas at the museum entrance.

From a distance, it looked as if a fire dragon had suddenly appeared in the sky, sucking up the gray-black air currents.

"Oh no, have we been found out?!"

Seeing this, the monster covered its head, feigning great fear. After a moment, it lowered its hands, gave Brad a twisted smile, and chuckled in a low, eerie voice:
"Then I'll just have to produce more decay gas and see if you burn faster or they explode faster."

boom!
Boom boom! !
As soon as he finished speaking, the BPRD corpses of the agents on the ground exploded.

It wasn't just their corpses; with his superhuman hearing, Brad also heard explosions coming from inside the museum.

"you wanna die!!"

This blatant disregard for human life ignited a fire within Brad, burning both his heart and his body.

After confirming that there were no living people around, Brad used all his strength.

Terrifying heat emanated from the hilt of the flaming greatsword he gripped, turning the surrounding hundred meters into a towering sea of ​​fire.

"Now let's see how you dodge."

With a powerful stomp, Brad charged toward the monster.

"Oh no, oh no."

The monster suddenly swelled up its belly, took a deep breath of the surrounding decaying gas, and its body expanded violently.

It expanded almost tenfold from its previous height of about three meters, becoming level with the building, and then stomped down with a powerful kick.

boom! !

A giant footprint suddenly appeared on the cement ground, which was corroded and sizzling with green liquid.

(End of this chapter)