I impersonated God in America

"Moreover, with this kind of environmental buff, our people might turn into ice sculptures as soon as they go there."

"We just need to wait until the snow stops, right?"

"This was clearly summoned by the other party, are you serious?"

"Wait, look at this ornament."

The analyst interrupted the discussion by zooming in on a screenshot of an old amulet on the chest of the giant Wendigo.

"This should be a traditional decoration of the local Native Americans."

"Then why did they... um, I remember now, a few centuries ago, the Maine region seemed to have carried out a massacre of the local Native Americans, and many people were driven into the barren snow-capped mountains."

"Moreover, it seems that the Wendigo was born out of hunger in winter and devoured its own kind."

"Then I think I know why the town was attacked."

"Are our firepower really sufficient?"

"Look at Miss Mira! She seems to be saying something?"

Although Mira's body was affected by the blizzard smoke, she still faced the monster without fear.

At the time, it seemed the other side was only considering the bigger picture by considering the defection of Leviathan's son.

Everyone in the conference room couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

“Um, Miss Mira is speaking in the Native American language.”

"A great being indeed, I am merely passing through..."

"Huh? Just passing by?!"

Chapter 131 I said, Mr. President, you have a brilliant idea.

In the icy, snowy landscape, Mira uses her ability to float in the sky using smoke.

She looked at the world in front of her with some disbelief.

The town, which was just a snow-covered landscape, has now been completely replaced by ice and snow, with ice and snow and cold winds enveloping the world.

Of the other extraordinary military personnel who traveled with her to the front lines on the transport plane, those near the town had already turned into skeletons in the ice.

Looking around, she could still see the fear on the faces of her companions frozen in that instant.

Not to mention the large number of armored vehicles and tanks that were directly swallowed up by the ice and snow.

During the time she was controlled by the Son of Leviathan, her mist abilities possessed immense destructive power over a wide area.

However, without manipulation, the generated smoke can only be used for sensing and early warning.

But the ice and snow controlled by the monster in front of them had real power; the aftershocks alone were enough to wipe out the entire front line in an instant.

The biting cold wind caused her elemental form to begin to weaken, since low temperatures themselves greatly interfere with her smoke abilities.

It could even be said that Mira is already giving it her all simply by standing here and resisting the environment.

Not to mention sending her to fight Wendigo in the distance.

Given this, there is undoubtedly only one option left for her.

That is surrender.

After all, she had finally achieved superhuman status, how could she easily die here?

Should we test the opponent's strength?

Are you kidding me?

"A great being indeed, I am merely passing through..."

As she spoke, she cautiously glanced at Wendigo in front of her.

She noticed that the other person wasn't paying any special attention to her. Instead, they raised their hands high and looked up at the sky, as if calling out to something.

Seeing this, Mira's heart tightened.

They quickly moved the military's front-line positions to their front.

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New White House

"Are you kidding me? This is never going to end."

Inside the office, vases were overturned and countless books were scattered on the floor.

The secretary beside him seemed to take it all in stride, not interrupting, but simply standing there with the documents in hand, waiting for the president to finish venting his anger.

It was unclear how much time had passed before the president's expression softened slightly, but even so, his face remained rather grim.

He was furious when he received the conditions proposed by the Iroquois.

Although a promise had been made to appoint an Iroquois as mayor, this was ultimately only temporary.

Mayors will always change.

Once America's power rises again, it will naturally be able to reclaim the mayor's position.

Make these natives vomit up everything they've eaten.

The mayor had already made a huge concession by giving them the money; he was prepared to be shamed and ridiculed by the subsequent president.

But should we tell him now that this might just be the beginning?

This situation is different from the previous autonomous states that recognized the tribes.

Although some tribes previously possessed sovereignty, they still acknowledged and submitted to the supreme authority of the federal government, and Congress had the power to restrict the tribes.

But if we accept what they say, the existence of the earthly kingdom means fully acknowledging that land as Iroquois territory.

Once the recognition agreement is signed, handing over that area of ​​Maine to the other party would be arguably the first time in the history of the United States that territory has been ceded.

The previous mayoral appointment of the Iroquois had already stirred up the ambitions of many tribes.

The FBI agents stationed around the world live in constant fear, worried that these natives might unearth some guardian spirit from some remote corner and stab America in the back again.

Once it happens, it will happen again. Once this precedent is set, the subsequent impact on the United States will be extremely negative.

It is important to know that there are 574 federally recognized Native American tribes in the United States, of which at least 100 are still in legal proceedings for land reparations.

As for the gods, as long as the local natives haven't been found, the loss is only a pipe dream; even if they are found, a compromise can be made.

However, this recognition of the land is expected to generate enormous profits, prompting local officials to take concrete action.

"This time I won't give in easily."

After thinking everything through, the president finally calmed down and lay back in his chair.

The secretary next to him was also slightly relieved and stepped forward to prepare the cola.

"Your Excellency, should we reconsider our approach through the Canaanite gods?"

"That time is not yet here."

"Once or twice, we could say it was just a coincidence that the Canaanite gods shared the same goals as us, which would at least give us an explanation to the Church. But if we always ask them to take action, do they really think the Church is stupid?"

The president recalled the winning trend he had just seen on the screen.

"Besides, we currently have the advantage! The army plus the superhuman squad is fighting against a small number of Wendigos."

"No matter what, the advantage is in my hands!"

"Your Excellency is truly wise!"

The president, feeling smug, glanced at the screen.

Seeing the screen completely white, he couldn't help but point at it and asked his secretary with some confusion:

"Since just now, the entire screen has been completely white. What on earth happened over there?"

"It's probably because the snow is too heavy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed the screen switch, as if another camera had been activated.

"Finally back. I'm going to see what happened."

Before he could finish speaking, the president suddenly noticed a giant Wendigo with its arms raised high that had appeared on the screen, surrounded by countless Wendigo corpses.

"Is there only one left? Looks like James and his team did a good job."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw snow begin to fall heavily from the sky.

Wendigo's corpse then emitted beams of light that scattered towards the sky, where they combined with the snowflakes drifting in the air, and flesh and blood began to continuously regenerate.

In just a few seconds, swathes of Wendigo reappeared.

Looking out, it resembles an army of undead standing tall in a blizzard.

"What? There's an accompanying priest?"

The president understood the situation on the front lines in an instant.

Damn it, does this mean these Wendigos will never stop unless we take care of that one?

But what should you do in a blizzard?

Most of the troops at the front have been buried under the blizzard.

Even the hydrogen bomb is a completely unpredictable move.

The losses from the investment are real.

Moreover, the opponent appears to possess at least an elemental body. If they are not killed, it could trigger a nuclear winter, causing radioactive materials to seep into the ice and snow, making the situation even more difficult to manage.

The current situation has completely evolved into the difference between a small loss and a big loss.

Is it really going to be...?

The president felt a wave of suffocation and stood frozen in place.

The secretary next to her was the first to react, leaning closer cautiously and saying, "So, should we continue trading with the Canaanite gods? Or perhaps..."

The president realized that the Canaanite gods' intervention twice in a row was practically a sign of their power, so there was only one option left.

The president said through gritted teeth:

"Just a few small towns in Maine... and they gave them to us."

Chapter 132 Goddess of Spring

Extraordinary Countermeasures Department, Operations Command Center.

On the massive screen wall, a blizzard spread outwards at an exaggerated speed, like a white behemoth gnawing at the map.

"Minister, at this rate, it will probably only take two hours for northern Maine to fall completely."

No one spoke in the meeting room; they were at their wits' end.

They had just tried it; the helicopter would be shot down the moment it got close to the blizzard.

"Report! Long-range firepower has been deployed!"

"We can only give it a try."

Although they also thought it was unreliable, there was no particularly good solution at this point.

The missile emerged from the clouds and precisely struck the edge of the blizzard.

Rumble

The shockwave hurled the snow tens of meters high, and the smaller Wendigo was torn apart by the shockwave, with ice fragments flying everywhere.

Everyone watched the screen nervously, not daring to utter a sound.

[It's unlikely, but what if it happens?]

Then, just as they predicted, specks of light rose from the fragments, drifting slowly and gathering around the swirling snowflakes.

The next second, flesh and blood began to regrow, and figures were re-formed amidst the snowflakes.

Everyone looked grim.

Although I had suspected this was possible, seeing it with my own eyes was still...