I impersonated God in America

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He didn't speak, but the gaps in the clouds in the sky vibrated continuously, and the resulting sound seemed to be his mouth.

"Don't be so serious, friend."

"I'm just charging a small price for some of the accidents that happen on this land."

The people in the conference room exchanged glances.

"..."

"A small price to pay?"

"That is indeed very small."

If it weren't for the goddess of spring, who knows how far she would have spread the blizzard?

Keep in mind that Maine is just a short distance from Boston and New York, which are almost all core areas of the United States.

If we had arrived a few hours later, America would have been set back twenty years.

However, what the other party said undoubtedly revealed their identity further, causing them to speculate and imagine.

"Is it some kind of deity that was once popular in North America? But I don't think there's any deity associated with antlers."

"Actually, there are, the hunting god of the Lenapee tribe and the deer god of the Cherokee tribe, but..."

"Are you implying that this style doesn't quite match the other person's?"

"Um, do you guys think it's possible that the other person is the prototype of the Wendigo legend? Or the god of Wendigo?"

"Huh, how did we suddenly switch to the style of a shonen manga?"

"Wait, look what this thing is doing!"

Turning our gaze to the screen, the figure with antlers slowly raises its hand.

From beneath the thick snowfield, countless Wendigo corpses began to emit countless white lights, streaking across the sky and converging towards the opponent's right hand.

Click click click,

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the white light condensed as if it were becoming tangible, and soon formed a bead.

Immediately afterwards, the other person took out a white handkerchief from his suit pocket and slowly wiped the beads in his hand.

Then, after glancing at it in the twilight sunlight, he put it in his pocket with satisfaction.

"So, does the Goddess of Spring just stare at him like that?"

"It seems like the goddess doesn't intend to make a move..."

At the urging of his colleagues, the liaison officer turned his gaze to the goddess, who was still barefoot, dangling above the corn leaves, simply looking at him.

The two exchanged a glance, seemingly understanding something.

Is the goddess wary of something?

Even the Goddess of Spring is hesitating?

So who exactly is this monster in the red suit...?

"Wait, weren't those points of light he just collected sinful souls?"

The analyst suddenly had a flash of inspiration and blurted out his brilliant idea, which made everyone else realize it as well.

"I remember there's only one type of being that needs to collect sinful souls, right?"

"demon?!"

Just as everyone was discussing this, one of the think tank members suddenly made a startling remark: "Could this guy be a student from Wendigo's Hellish Exchange Program?"

"..."

"F*** you! Gan! You're a genius! Your IQ must be over 160!"

"There's such a line of thought! You know what, it actually makes sense!"

"But doesn't this sky seem a little too dark?"

"What sky?"

The meteorologist's voice drew everyone's attention, and there they saw layers upon layers of dark clouds covering the sky, followed by a dense burst of lightning crackling across the sky.

Everyone is very familiar with this entrance effect.

[The Thunderers are here too?!]

"Please! This time, you absolutely must leave this guy here!"

At the same time, everyone saw the antler demon glance at the sky and then gently slam its scepter to the ground.

The shadows spread outwards from the direction of the landing, engulfing the earth and taking on a three-dimensional form.

Look up at the sky...

"Are you planning an attack?"

"It doesn't seem like it."

"No! Change to a more distant perspective!"

James was the first to notice the situation at the front and began giving instructions.

Then they saw in the shadows on the ground an open golden eye, its pupils rotating as it met their gaze.

Then the shadow stretched upwards, and everyone realized that its true identity seemed to be more like...

Dog head?!

crunch.

The shadows stretched upwards and then suddenly closed, like the gaping maw of an abyss, swallowing the antlered demon and the giant Wendigo above.

They could even see the antlered demon waving at them as it left.

"They ran away?!"

"The Thunderers are here, aren't you going to run and wait to fight two against one?"

At the same time, the rumbling in the sky also stopped.

The goddess of spring also vanished in countless points of light.

"But was that antlered demon provoking us?"

"If I were there, I would at least say something; the other side kicking us is quite something..."

"What kind of?"

"Kicked the cotton..."

James looked at the several towns that had disappeared from the satellite imagery, sighed, and then slumped into his chair.

Wendigo, the antlered demon, a clearly restored Iroquois pantheon...

There is a lot more and more work to be done in preparation.

Well, that's it. At least today is over.

"Wait! The initial cold front of the blizzard hasn't been completely dispelled! It's starting to move south!"

James's heart, which had been settling down, jumped again: "Could there be some further disaster to come?"

"Um, it doesn't seem like... a disaster?"

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"Jimmy, what are you still doing by the window?"

The boy who had once gone to the church with his companions to get fire was leaning against the window, looking at the sky with anticipation.

"I'm waiting for the snow."

The mother sighed, went to the windowsill, came to her child's side, and patted the child's head.

"What are you saying? Go and tidy up your toys."

"Your father called today and said that his company doesn't need to work overtime anymore. It seems that things are going more smoothly in Maine than expected. We'll be having dinner soon."

"Wow! Mom, look! I knew the bishop hadn't lied to me!"

Just as the mother was about to say something, she suddenly noticed Jimmy looking excitedly out the window, and curiosity led her to follow his gaze.

Snowflakes drifted down from the night sky, passing through the glow of the streetlights and turning golden.

Sparse snowflakes fell on the Christmas tree by the roadside, adding a touch of color to the greenery.

She stared wide-eyed at Jimmy.

It actually snowed?! Could my son have the aptitude to be a medium?!

"Mom, do you know?"

"God heard my prayers this year."

Chapter 135 The Tale of the American Indians

Mass is over.

As the Mass presided over by Lynn came to a close, all the believers in the church began to respond.

"Thank God."

Ta-da.

The faint sound of footsteps began to fade away.

People filed out, their breath condensing into a thin mist at the porch.

Some people prepared to go home and continue celebrating, while others took out their phones to gather with friends.

Familiar Christmas songs kept drifting outside.

Unbeknownst to her, Sister Niu had earned another year's fixed pension.

Before the altar, Sister Margaret stood alone, her cautious gaze drifting towards the departing figure of the newly appointed young archbishop.

[I've only been here a few months, but the atmosphere at the church seems to have changed drastically.]

She subconsciously thought of the other person's interaction with the children a few days ago, and what she had learned about the other person's experience as a bishop in a remote area before coming here.

He is truly a devout shepherd.

Just as she was lost in thought.

Snapped.

A hand patted her shoulder.

Margaret shuddered, nearly dropping the scriptures she was holding, and turned around abruptly.

Her colleague, Sister Evelyn, had a strange smile on her face.

"You scared me! What are you doing?"

Margaret pressed her hand to her chest.

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, glanced again in the direction of the door, and then slowly looked away.

"What are you staring at so intently? Hmm?"

“No.” Margaret’s face flushed. “I was thinking that His Excellency the Bishop had just taken on this job, yet he was so skilled at it.”

She regretted saying it as soon as it left her mouth.