I impersonated God in America

[It seems like Greece has a really strong backing, considering Hestia is a very kind and benevolent goddess, and a core member of the Greek pantheon.]

So now it's a standoff between two gods?

It's not a wasted trip, everyone who came came for a reason!

[To witness the legendary civil war among the Olympian gods would be worth dying for!]

Wenban looked down and saw two figures collide again in the olive grove.

The shockwave, carrying rubble and broken olive branches, swept across the ground, creating an ever-growing circular area.

Pakko's silk armor shattered and reformed with each collision, his fists clashing with the minotaur's fists in the most primal way.

“Something seems off.” Wen Ban suddenly frowned and zoomed the camera on the minotaur. “Look at the frequency of this guy’s movements. He seems to have started to adapt to the rhythm of the Thread Man.”

boom!

Just after the minotaur unleashed a powerful punch that knocked the silk-threaded man back...

Moo!

A terrifying roar erupted from the minotaur's mouth.

Wenban switched the camera to that angle, and then he saw it.

On the Minotaur's shoulder blades, a black, flowing, smoke-like substance spreads from his shoulders.

The moment he saw the black smoke cloud form, Wen Ban reacted instantly.

"This is the same state that snake-man appeared in before!!!"

[What is this thing? It's appeared twice already, and both times it was quite powerful. Could it be some kind of realm?]

Before Wenban could even process all this, the minotaur made its move.

The other side stomped its hoof on the ground, and with a thud, the ground sank deep into the earth.

The minotaur's speed immediately increased by one level.

In the blink of an eye, they attacked Pacco.

Then he threw a punch.

"what?!"

Pakko's eyes widened. With no time to dodge, he could only hurriedly cross his arms in front of him, and the silk threads wove a seven-layered shield-shaped structure on the front.

First layer. Tear it apart.

The third layer. Tear it apart.

The sounds of all seven layers of silk shields shattering overlapped.

Pacco was sent flying by the residual force of the punch.

Bang bang bang.

One after another, olive trees were smashed and broken by Pacco.

It barely stopped after crashing into the eighth olive tree.

Wen Ban's camera followed the trajectory of the white figure as it flew away, and his voice involuntarily deepened.

"These two people, who were evenly matched just a moment ago, suddenly..."

[Answerer, I checked and the Olympic torch won't arrive for at least another ten minutes.]

Ten minutes? That's probably enough time for the minotaurs to plow through Crete.

[Plow it once? That's quite typical of our race.]

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"hiss."

Pac slid down from the olive tree.

At this moment, every muscle in his body was screaming, a sharp pain was coming from his chest, and he had no feeling in his left arm.

But he struggled to gather the power of the threads to his wound.

This is a new skill he developed by referencing the technique used in hospitals to suture wounds with silk thread.

[Hiss, what's this feeling?]

Just as Pakko finished treating the situation and was about to get up and continue fighting the minotaurs,

Suddenly, he felt a burning sensation in his right forearm as he exerted force.

He barely managed to raise his right hand and looked down.

A thin layer of black substance is seeping from the surface of the skin on the forearm.

This substance adheres to the back of the hand and knuckles like a thin film, with a metallic sheen.

What is this?

He tried to clench his fist.

The black film adheres tightly to the skin.

He could sense the area of ​​himself enveloped by the black membrane, and his power began to rise significantly.

Besides.

This thin membrane seems to be helping to absorb the impact on its arm?

No, it seems that it's not just the arms; other parts of the body and weapons can also be attached to it.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that the pain in his arm was not as intense as before.

He raised his head and looked at the minotaur not far away.

The other person stood still, exhaling large plumes of white breath from their nostrils, their chest still heaving violently.

But it did not charge again, nor did it launch any further attacks.

Those bull-like eyes looked at him with an added emotion.

Satisfy.

The minotaur bent down but did not finish off Pakko.

Instead, he picked up the double-headed axe that was not far away.

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The frontline command post was filled with smoke from the makeshift tents.

The frontline commander, watching the scene on the screen, was pulled back from the moment the silk-threaded man was blasted away by the calls of those around him.

"Report," a communications soldier's voice came from the corner, "Emergency communication from the Ministry of National Defense."

The frontline commander took the headset, but before he could even say "received," the voice on the other end shouted first.

"Are you the frontline commander? This is the Ministry of National Defense Operations Department. Your ground forces are now ordered to advance immediately toward the Minotaur."

"There is only one mission: to buy time for the Holy Flame to arrive, and to hold off the Minotaur for at least ten minutes."

The frontline commander was taken aback.

I looked around at the olive grove, now reduced to ruins, and at the countless armed helicopters that had fallen from the sky.

Finally, it turned to the screen.

The minotaur had now regained his double-headed axe and was wielding the green light to heal himself.

The black smoke that enveloped its entire body was enough to send chills down one's spine just by looking at it.

He subconsciously swallowed.

"I'm going to stop the minotaurs? Really?"

Chapter 124 The Eternally Burning Holy Flame, Please Lead Me Out of the World's Depravity

The armored convoy had advanced to the perimeter of the olive grove, spreading out in a fan shape, and the infantry units had established temporary firing positions using the gravel terrain.

Two Apache helicopters approached from low altitude, all of their Hellfire missiles ready to fire.

This is the maximum firepower that the Cretan garrison could muster in a very short time.

The missile's exhaust trailed a white line on the screen, and the tank guns fired simultaneously. A dense hail of bullets pounded the brown figure in the center of the olive grove, and the explosions instantly engulfed the entire area.

However, when the smoke cleared, the minotaur stood still. The attack had caused him negligible damage, and he hadn't even used his restored green light.

It tilted its head slightly, its dark red eyes sweeping over the formation of the armored convoy, before raising the golden double-headed axe in its right hand.

With a casual horizontal swing, an arc-shaped slash swept across the ground.

Where the slash passed, the gravel ground was cut in two. The three armored vehicles had no time to dodge, and their bodies split neatly from the center line.

sizzle.

The sound of metal breaking was extremely jarring.

Boom!

Flames erupted from the cracked vehicle, billowing thick black smoke.

Suddenly the minotaur raised his head, sniffed, then put his axe back on his shoulder and headed north.

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Conference room of the Ministry of National Defense.

"Damn it, this guy doesn't take us seriously at all."

"Well, actually this is a good thing."

“If I were to get serious about you, you wouldn’t be happy.”

"Never mind those things for now, where is the Olympic flame located?"

Upon hearing the question, the analyst in the back row immediately displayed the flight path of the torch transport aircraft on the large screen.

A red dotted line extends from the Peloponnese peninsula and is approaching Crete.

"We've entered Cretan airspace, three minutes left! Hold on for another three minutes!"

Someone pointed to the flashing red dot in the upper right corner of the screen, their voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Nikos suddenly stood up, placed his hands on the table, and stared intently at the red dot of light.

The atmosphere in the conference room instantly became extremely tense, with everyone's attention focused on the rapidly approaching red trajectory.

He glanced at it; by then, the island's firepower had almost completely dissipated.

The Tauren kept heading north. Although they didn't know the other party's purpose, they could tell from this unfriendly attitude that the other party had ill intentions.

"Just hold on for three more minutes..."

He repeated it, his voice carrying a hint of prayer.

Suddenly, when he glanced at the screen out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the minotaur had abruptly stopped all movement.

For some reason, he felt a sense of unease.

The next moment, the unease became a reality.

The minotaur slowly raised his double-headed axe above his head, his brown arms bulging with muscles like mountain ridges.

A white light shone from the axe blade.

Then it chops down like a guillotine.

The slash erupted from the axe blade, and the olive grove was utterly helpless against it.

The slash continued forward.

Cross the coastline, cross the shallows.

Amidst the despair in everyone's eyes, it directly devoured the fighter jet carrying the sacred flame.

Boom!

At this moment, the analyst in the conference room was so out of breath that he slumped into his chair with a thud.