I impersonated God in America

This extraordinary confrontation, where the strongest and weakest was the most direct one in history.

They don't need anyone to tell them what happened.

A clear dividing line.

It seems He is saying:

So far.

"grandfather!"

The girl reacted first, turned around and rushed to the old man who was slumped in the flower bushes.

The old man's hand still clutched the flowers on the ground, his cloudy eyes stared northward, and his voice was almost inaudible, but he kept repeating a name:

“Onata… there’s no mistake, it’s definitely Onata, the goddess of spring.”

"Grandpa, what did you say?" The girl squatted down and put her ear close.

He raised a hand covered in age spots, pointed to the northern dividing line, and propped himself up to sit up straight.

"That is one of the oldest legends of the Iroquois. Onata, the daughter of the Earth Mother, is the goddess of agriculture, corn, and spring, symbolizing the transition between winter and spring."

“When I was young, I participated in the Iroquois Maple Syrup Festival, a festival held by the Iroquois to welcome spring when the sap of maple leaves begins to flow. On this day, the Iroquois would also give thanks to the goddess along with the Grain Festival when the corn ripens.”

"I never thought I would actually see this in my lifetime."

More and more people gathered around.

"Dad, are you sure you're not mistaken? Wouldn't it be bad if we mistook a deity?"

The old man did not answer.

He simply raised the flower in his hand to his forehead, then lowered his head, his forehead almost touching the petals.

This action is more direct than any words.

The granddaughter next to her immediately imitated her, praying to the flower petals in a very convincing manner.

"Thank you for your help."

Hey.

Just then, before they could react, a wave of energy emanated from the center of the blizzard in the north.

Wherever it passed, the rhythm of the revival of all things was abruptly cut off, sweeping across the entire area like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves.

The next moment, the crowd, filled with prayer and gratitude, froze in place.

The vast sea of ​​flowers that had begun to grow suddenly stopped, and the leaves of the trees and grass no longer swayed in the wind.

spring.

Stopped.

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Extraordinary Countermeasures Department.

"I'm so disgusted, why is it this trick again?"

James had just lifted his hand off the edge of the table and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when he was stuck in a half-bent-over position.

He was all too familiar with this stagnant force.

Is this some kind of universal skill?

Just then, the think tank members silently raised their hands and voiced their thoughts:

"Well, actually this time it might not be the ability to stop time."

Everyone instinctively turned to look at him, and he cautiously began to speak:

"In fact, according to the laws of physics, if there is an extremely cold situation, the entropy of all matter will drop to the minimum, and all physical changes and molecular motions in this region will approach zero."

"Well, perhaps I'm making it a bit complicated."

"Simply put, if the temperature is low enough, it can produce a visual effect similar to time standing still."

Suddenly everyone sat up straight, looking at the think tank with some surprise. They realized that these guys seemed to have suddenly figured things out recently and were actually proving useful.

"That seems to make sense, and it fits the abilities of that enemy from before."

"It sounds like a skill from a comic I read."

"F*** you! Is the focus on analytical skills right now? Shouldn't we be thinking about how to solve the problem?"

"Well, tell me, what's the solution?"

"Then let's continue with our analytical skills, at least that way we can feel a sense of participation."

"Wait, look! The corn seed that was dropped from the sky seems to be resisting the force of stagnation!"

The person next to me is staring at the screen.

A green light appeared above the corn seeds that they had been paying particular attention to.

Zoom in on the image.

The light from the corn seeds quickly expanded, dispelling the surrounding cold and silence once again.

The people nearby resumed their movements, then glanced around at the still-standing crowd, subconsciously scratching their own hands and beginning to compare.

Then everyone turned their attention to the source of the light, looking at the corn seed.

Then it started to crack.

The bud split open, and a tender green shoot emerged from it.

The tender shoots, upon contact with air, begin to grow upwards, stretching upwards at an exaggerated speed, much like in the famous fairy tale "Jack and the Beanstalk."

One inch.

one foot.

ten meters.

Between the frozen green zone and the frozen blizzard, a green vine shoots skyward.

It grows upwards, passing through still branches, through petals in mid-air, and through snowflakes frozen in place.

It went beyond the camera's view.

The screen had to be moved up.

"What is this...?"

The terrifying situation caused those who recovered first to instinctively move their bodies backward.

Golden specks of light emerged from the stem.

In the blink of an eye.

A stalk of corn hangs down from the top of the vine.

The husks were pushed aside from the inside, and a slender hand emerged from the golden corn silk, with long, delicate fingers.

Then her jade-like feet were extended.

A young girl emerged from the corn.

She stood barefoot on the leaves in mid-air, wearing only a long dress woven from green leaves and vines.

She stood in mid-air, facing the blizzard in the north, and looked down at the still green area below.

She sighed softly.

Then raise your hand and blow gently.

On the screen, a visible green breeze wafted from her lips.

It was as gentle as the evening breeze.

Click click.

But where the wind passes, the fluttering snowflakes transform from ice crystals into ethereal pale blue butterflies.

Countless illusory butterflies flew out from the snow, their wings fluttering.

Click.

Like a chain reaction, a sound like shattering rang out from the air.

Click!

next moment.

Everyone regained control of their bodies and looked up in shock at the rain of butterflies overhead.

After all, they were just moving slowly, not unconscious.

The stagnant flowerbeds continued to expand, branches began to sprout new buds, and the grassland began to spread again.

Like a rebound, it was even more intense and dazzling than before.

"Snow...turned into butterflies?!"

The analyst in the back row looked at the scene in front of him and murmured in disbelief.

The world was beautiful at that moment, but they could all see the terrifying power beneath that beauty.

James and his assistant exchanged a glance, their expressions freezing.

Now they suspect that the Thunderers may have been shirking their duties before.

It should be noted that in mythology, the Thunder Goddess is at least one level higher than the Spring Goddess in front of them.

With such performance skills, how come he only managed a stalemate with Medusa back then?!

[Are you really not just slacking off?]

Or is it...?

[Is the faith promotion plan working?]

So, should they get a third of the credit for this?

Although the blizzard was still swirling under the northern sky, the ice and snow below had all melted into harmless butterflies.

The green area did not expand, but the white became less frightening.

Where butterflies flutter, spring continues to thrive.

This is the will of spring.

Just when everyone thought it was about to end, the girl on the screen turned around and glanced northward.

"Has this being from the spirit realm crossed the line this time?"

Chapter 134 A White Christmas

"There are more experts?"

The people in the conference room looked at the screen in front of them with some trepidation.

On the screen, the blizzard suddenly stopped.

Like the opening of a curtain on a stage, the wind and snow slowly parted from the middle to both sides, revealing the twilight sky.

Then everyone saw two figures appear in the center.

The giant Wendigo, which had previously caused everyone immense trouble, was now lowering its raised hands and bowing its enormous head slightly, its posture becoming respectful.

The obvious action made everyone aware of the being to whom the Goddess of Spring was speaking.

The newcomer had a pair of small deer antlers on his head, which made it clear to everyone that he was definitely connected to Wendigo and confirmed that this guy was the real mastermind behind the scenes.

And he was wearing... a red suit?!

Looking at the other person's somewhat modern attire, James subconsciously remarked, "Hey, man, this guy's pretty up-to-date."

But no one spoke to him.

Everyone frowned, watching this unknown entity with caution.

He was leaning on a cane, a cold smile on his face. He tilted his head and met the gaze of the goddess of spring.