American Evil God, starting with the American rebel leader raising poisonous insects.

Chapter 138 Ascending the Jade Throne

"Karl! Let's get this party started!"

Lucien looked down, a bright smile on his face.

"Let's all get hyped!"

The helicopter began to climb and flew away into the distance.

Leaving behind a city driven to madness.

Karl, who had already been eager to charge forward, suddenly turned bloodshot.

He let out a roar.

The sound didn't come from the throat, but exploded from deep within the chest, like the roar of a wild beast.

The Blood Flag Domain on his body was immediately maxed out.

A dark red light emerged from his body, like a semi-transparent film, and then spread, covering all passersby within a hundred meters behind him.

The person covered had their eyes turn red, their muscles swell, and their breathing became heavy.

Karl held two M249 light machine guns in his hands.

The gun is made entirely of metal, with the ammunition belt hanging on the shoulder, and each gun carries 1,000 rounds of ammunition.

Now, these two machine guns are like two submachine guns in his hands.

He raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger.

Two streams of fire shot out.

The bullets are not fired in bursts or short bursts, but continuously and uninterruptedly, in a fully automatic barrage of 800 rounds per minute.

The target is not only people, but also defensive fortifications.

Fifty meters in front of the memorial hall steps, there was originally a temporary concrete roadblock, behind which stood twelve soldiers.

They were exchanging gunfire under Lucien's influence.

The bullets swept through.

The first round of shots hit the roadblock, causing concrete fragments to explode.

The second round passed through the gaps between the fragments and hit the human body.

The twelve people were turned into Gundam fragments in 0.5 seconds.

Blood, flesh, bone fragments, cloth, and bulletproof plate shards splattered together.

Karl kept walking.

He continued forward, his gun barrel swaying from side to side, the fire lines like two red brushes, sweeping away all the moving targets he could see along the way.

Soldiers, machine gun positions, sandbag bunkers, armored vehicle tires.

Everything that stood in the way was smashed.

Then he jumped up.

This was no ordinary jump.

It was a leap beyond human limits, empowered by the [Blood Flag Domain].

The muscles in his legs contracted and exploded, creating two shallow craters in the ground.

The body was lifted into the air and rose to a height of over twenty meters.

The helicopter is climbing, thirty meters off the ground.

Karl adjusted his posture in mid-air, releasing the machine gun with his right hand and holding it with only his left hand, while clenching his right fist.

The helicopter pilot saw him through the porthole.

His expression froze.

The next second, Carl's fist slammed into the helicopter's tail fin.

The metal twisted and broke.

The tail fin detached from the fuselage and flew off in a spinning motion.

The helicopter lost its balance and began to spin.

Karl landed, rolled, got up, and picked up the machine gun again.

The helicopter crashed at the edge of the square, exploded, and flames and thick black smoke billowed out.

Carl didn't even look at it.

His mind was now occupied with only two thoughts:

First, kill everything in his perception that stands in his way.

Second, ascend the white jade throne.

Everything else is meaningless.

He continued onward.

tread.

The footsteps were heavy, each step like a hammer pounding on the ground.

The full-metal bullets acted like two erasers, destroying everything in their path.

tread.

Boom!

The sound of cannons.

It didn't come from the direction he was moving in; it came from the side, from a distance.

Karl turned his head.

Visual boundary, almost invisible in the distance, the top of the Washington Monument.

A figure stood there.

With blond hair, wearing an army uniform, he spread his arms out as if embracing the sky.

Milk Dragon.

"Arise! Fight, for your Emperor!"

The sound was amplified throughout the square by the loudspeaker system, drowning out all the chaotic shouts.

Power is activated.

[The Mandate of Heaven is Clear].

He led all those he guided down the path into a state of fanatical loyalty to him.

"Fight! Kill them all!"

Turn all the internal chaos and fighting spirit into external forces!

The soldiers who were passionately exchanging fire just a second ago all stopped the next.

They checked their ammunition and returned to their positions.

The madness in his eyes hadn't disappeared; it had just shifted direction.

Now their madness has only one goal: to kill the enemy.

"Hahaha! Let's fight!"

Five-star general Mike Howard stands atop an armored vehicle, holding an M2 heavy machine gun.

The gun was mounted on a bracket welded to the roof of the vehicle, and the ammunition belt was pulled out from the cabin, the brass-colored bullets reflecting the setting sun.

He pulled the trigger.

A flame half a meter long shot out from the muzzle.

A 12.7 mm bullet was fired at 800 meters per second toward the Alton Bridge.

On the bridge, Karl's main force was charging forward.

Half of the people have already crossed the bridge, while the other half are still on the bridge.

The bullets hit the first row of people.

A Black Iron-class body can withstand small-caliber rifle bullets, but not heavy machine guns.

The first person was hit in the chest, the bulletproof plate shattered, his chest cavity collapsed, and his body flew backward.

The second person had his arm broken, and the severed limb spun and landed on the bridge.

The third person was shot in the head, his helmet was deformed, and his brains splattered on the faces of the people behind him.

Blood mixed with bricks and stones exploded.

"Charge! Charge!"

James Jones roared from the other side of the bridge.

He held a specially made man-portable machine gun in his hand. Originally a vehicle-mounted weapon, its base had been removed and replaced with a shoulder rest and a buffer mechanism. It had a 20mm caliber, and the recoil was enough to shatter an ordinary person's shoulder blade.

He pulled the trigger.

The blast wave from the cannon kicked up dust from the ground.

The shells were fired at the armored vehicle on the other side.

When Mike saw the shells coming, he didn't dodge; he simply turned his gun around.

Heavy machine gun bullets collide with artillery shells in mid-air.

explosion.

Flames burst in the air, scattering fragments everywhere.

James continued forward, pushing himself forward step by step despite the recoil.

With each shot fired by the machine gun, his body would lurch backward, but he kept moving.

The people on the bridge are also moving forward.

But it's slow.

Because the enemy's firepower was too dense.

Heavy machine guns, cannons, sniper rifles, and rockets fired from the buildings on both sides.

For every meter of progress, several lives are lost.

The Alton Bridge, which was not very long to them before, now seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Fortunately, half of the people had already crossed the bridge.

then.

Boom!

The missile is coming.

It wasn't launched from downtown Washington, D.C., but from military bases in New York, Delaware, and Maryland, which were much farther away.

Completely ignoring the troops still exchanging fire with cannons and machine guns in front, three tactical missiles streaked across the sky, leaving white trails.

The trail led them to the middle section of the Alton Bridge.

Falling, colliding, detonating.

The first bomb exploded on the left side of the bridge.

The second bomb exploded on the right side.

The third bomb exploded right in the middle.

The entire bridge looked as if it had been smashed by a giant hammer; the bridge deck bulged, cracked, and concrete fragments and steel bars shot upwards before falling back down.

The shockwave swept across the bridge surface.

People still on the bridge were thrown into the air; some fell into the river, some crashed into the wreckage, and some had their internal organs shattered by the shock.

The sound was too loud.

Apart from three people, everyone present experienced temporary hearing loss in both ears.

Milk Dragon stood atop the monument, wearing noise-canceling headphones.

With the Blood Flag Domain buff, Karl's senses were enhanced to the limit.

Lucien rose gracefully from beside the helicopter wreckage, brushed the dust off his suit, as if he had just attended a dinner party.

Everyone else covered their ears, knelt down, vomited, and bled from their ear canals.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Aaron dragged himself forward on one leg.

His right leg was severed below the knee by shrapnel. The wound was tied with a tourniquet, but it was still bleeding.

The burns spread from his thighs to his waist, leaving his skin charred and exposing the underlying muscles.

But he was still moving.

Like a leaping monkey, it crawls on its left leg and hands, carrying an AT4 rocket launcher in its arms.

The target was a self-propelled artillery piece 300 meters away.

The cannons were being loaded, their muzzles aimed at the bridgehead, where Karl's troops were still trying to assemble.

Aaron crawled into a crater, set up his rocket launcher, and aimed.

Pull the trigger.

The rocket was launched, leaving a trail of white smoke at its tail.

But the shells did not reach their target.

Because a machine gun chain swept across.

20mm cannon shells fired from a third-floor window of the side building intercepted the rocket in mid-air.

explosion.

Shrapnel from the airburst pelted down, striking Aaron's back and embedding itself in his flesh.

He groaned, lay down, and stopped moving.

Three seconds later, he started climbing again.

Because the rocket launcher still has one spare bullet.

The entire battlefield was at a disadvantage for Karl's side.

There are few people.

Terrain, away from home.

The enemy has complete defensive fortifications, pre-set firing positions, air support, and missiles.

But they are still moving forward.

Because Karl was in front.

"Was the fighting ability that God bestowed upon him truly so terrifying?"

Lucien stood on the roof of a building, looking down.

Carl was moving through a hail of bullets.

He was like a sophisticated killing machine.

When a missile comes flying in, he fires a burst of machine gun fire in advance, destroying the missile's guidance head or propulsion unit, causing it to explode in mid-air.

As the shells fell, he predicted their impact point using the trajectory and left his position 0.5 seconds in advance.

When bullets came flying, he used the muzzle flash to determine the shooter's position and then fired back in bursts.

The full-metal bullets acted like erasers, blasting all targets to smithereens, with screams and the sound of Gundams exploding echoing from within.

Lucien is Silver.

But if the roles were reversed, he felt he might not be able to do as well.

but.

He raised his hand.

"You must be very sad."

Speak softly.

"Give up."

Snap of fingers.

Power is activated.

Symphony of Fate.

To allow a person to control the path of threshold changes.

Because he sensed that Karl wasn't as strong as he seemed, or rather, this man with an incredibly low threshold for emotional distress was riddled with wounds inside.

His power easily pulled Carl into a torrent of emotions.

Karl was stunned.

He stopped.

Standing in the center of the square, surrounded by explosions, gunshots, and screams, he felt as if he had been put on pause.

The crimson in his eyes faded, turning into a hollow gray.

"Mike—"

He said in a low voice.

"No----"

"Erica————"

"No----"

Tears streamed from his eyes, mingling with the blood and ash on his face, leaving two streaks.

An overwhelming sense of guilt and helplessness pressed down on me like a tsunami.

The son died in bed.

My daughter died on the operating table.

His wife died in winter.

He accomplished nothing.

He can't save anyone.

he----

But the missiles and bullets still failed to hit him.

Even though Karl was completely lost in his memories, his fighting instincts kept his body moving.

He sidestepped, avoiding a rocket.

He ducked, dodging a burst of machine gun fire.

It rolled away from the point of impact of the shell.

The body is fighting automatically.

Consciousness sinks into memories.

then.

"No."

He said.

The sound was very soft.

"No, no, no."

Clench your fist.

"Lord!!!"

He looked up and roared.

"Fight! Ascend the Jade Throne! Undying in a hundred battles!"

Even though his emotional threshold had been completely pulled to the level of guilt and helplessness, and even though Karl should have just lay on the ground waiting to die at this moment, he stood up.

Her eyes turned red again.

It's even more popular than before.

Like red-hot iron.

After replacing the ammunition clip on his back with the heavy machine gun, he looked in Lucien's direction.

It was the "Hunter Dog" that allowed him to pinpoint the instigator of this chaos.

Then raise your hand.

The muzzle turned directly, and a storm of metal bullets, all made of metal, was fired.

chug chug!

The wall looked like scraps of paper to him!

Lucien's expression changed, and he fell to the side.

The next second, the spot where he was standing was pierced by a burst of bullets.

Lucien rolled behind the cover and cursed.

"What the hell is this?!"

But he didn't have time to think about it.

Because Carl has already moved on.

In front of the Lincoln Memorial.

The last line of defense.

There were no heavy troops originally deployed here, because the plan was to send Karl in.

But Lucien's [Extreme Tide] caused the soldiers who were originally stationed in other positions to run around wildly. Some of them ran here, about thirty people, blocking the entrance.

They were still in a frenzy; when they saw Karl coming, they raised their guns and fired.

Carl didn't stop.

He simply twisted the two heavy machine guns in his hands and fired as he walked.

Hit the person on the left with your left hand.

Hit the person on the right with your right hand.

With every gunshot, one person falls.

head shot.

All of them got headshot.

More than thirty people, more than thirty gunshots.

Along with those buildings, they were reduced to scattered Gundam fragments.

Carl walked to the entrance of the memorial hall and stopped.

Backlighting.

The setting sun shone from behind him, lengthening his shadow and casting it into the interior of the memorial hall.

It was empty inside.

Cylindrical arrangement.

In the very center, on the white jade throne, the statue of Lincoln looks down at him, or rather, in a contemplative posture with his head slightly lowered and his gaze level and slightly downward.

The marble-carved face was calm, with its gaze lowered.

Perhaps he was reminiscing about his beautiful life, which ended prematurely.

But like an emperor, he could never stand up again.

Carl went inside.

Footsteps echoed on the tiled floor.

He walked up to the statue and stopped.

look up.

look at each other.

Then he raised the heavy machine gun in his hand and pointed the muzzle at the face of the Lincoln statue.

"Da da da da da"

Rapid fire.

The all-metal bullet struck the marble, sending fragments flying.