I impersonated God in America

"Thank goodness! I just don't know how long this light will hold them off?"

"These giant beasts don't seem very intelligent; they might just keep holding on like this."

"No matter what, it bought us time. That's a good thing!"

Hearing the discussion around him, Charles didn't respond. He simply stared at the light on the screen and said with a sigh:

"Since the church can help block the monsters, why not go all the way and take care of them all? That way, we won't even need to send out the army."

"How could that be? If I could help, I would have done so already."

"Shut up!"

"Yes, sir."

"Sir, we've found it."

An analyst was hunched over his computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He projected two photos onto the screen.

Besides the four-legged monster on site, there was a medieval picture placed next to it.

The analyst, sounding somewhat excited, said, "Four legs, covered in scales, basically matching the characteristics. If nothing unexpected happens, they should be Lebabo. This is a folk monster from southern France, described as a hybrid of a lizard and a dragon, that likes to emerge from the water and attack humans."

A hybrid monster? It certainly doesn't seem very strong.

After hearing the analyst reveal its origin, Charles's anxiety subsided once again.

He had to admit that he didn't know whether to feel sad or relieved at that moment.

Even if monsters appear in France, they are all minor folk monsters that would not be considered a threat in other places.

It's worth noting that in the archives of extraordinary events from various countries, even the weakest minotaur appears to be more threatening than these four-legged monsters.

Not to mention those guys who can destroy a city with a single blow.

[A lack of mythology also has its advantages.]

No! Isn't America also a myth-poor region?

But the next second he immediately thought of the six consecutive extraordinary events in America that he had seen in the report, and couldn't help but feel a little schadenfreude.

[Tsk tsk.]

"Let's not think about that now. When will the troops from Marseille arrive?"

"The helicopter formation has taken off and is expected to arrive in the airspace in 20 minutes. The ground troops will arrive a little later, in about 40 minutes."

Upon hearing the time, Charles nodded: "Judging from this, we should be able to hold out for 40 minutes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that the image on the screen had abruptly changed.

The four-legged monster crouched down and roared, then suddenly pawed at the ground with its four claws and rammed into the side of the church.

The light rippled, and then a second, a third, one after another, charged wildly at it.

With each impact, the ripples begin to spread.

Then everyone in the conference room saw the white light thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Charles's pupils contracted, and he immediately asked the analyst beside him, "How long until it breaks?"

Crack!

As soon as he finished speaking, the light screen on the screen shattered.

The analyst's hand was still poised to press the Enter key when he turned to face Charles.

"Uh...zero seconds?"

"Fxxk! Did you even need to tell me?!"

Chapter 140 Bloodbath in the Church

Tarascon, Church of Santa Marta.

The disappearance of light became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The gate groaned under the monster's repeated assaults.

"Shh, don't cry, Mommy's here."

"God, please protect your flock."

The church was filled with weeping.

Everyone clearly understood what they were about to face.

bang

The door was then kicked open.

"Don't come any closer."

"Help! Someone, please save us!"

A young girl's legs went weak. She looked up and saw the monster charging towards her.

I'm going to die here.

She closed her eyes.

Then a gust of wind blew from behind.

Immediately following was a crisp impact sound.

when.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

She saw a pure silver longsword, lying between her and the monster.

A priest held his sword firmly against the monster's biting mouth.

"Step back."

The monster, held back by the silver sword, roared angrily and struggled to push forward.

hiss.

The priest's foot slid a short distance on the ground, then became firmly planted.

The girl was stunned.

[This priest... blocked that monster that was over two meters tall?]

The girl hadn't even had time to process what she was seeing.

A grayish-white afterimage cut in from the side.

Another priest had somehow gotten behind the monster.

The sword tip pierced the monster's head.

The monster's roar abruptly ceased.

Boom!

The massive body crashed to the ground.

The church hall was deathly silent.

Everyone was looking at the huge corpse lying on the ground, and the two priests standing on either side of it.

"God bless."

The girl collapsed to the ground, her chest heaving violently, before she could even catch her breath.

His peripheral vision swept to the side.

Another monster is approaching from the side, step by step.

"careful!"

"There's another one behind you!"

Both priests turned around at the same time.

However, the next second they saw the monster being kicked away and slammed into the wall.

"Guys, wasn't that kick awesome?"

Wen Ban made a joke to the live stream audience, then immediately turned to look outside the church.

The monsters did not retreat because of the death of their kind; instead, they were stimulated even more by the smell of blood.

One after another, they gathered from all directions outside the church.

“Brothers,” Wen Ban’s voice was unusually serious.

"All I can say this time is that I will do my best."

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Paris, French Ministry of Defense.

The image on the screen made the air in the room freeze for a moment.

At the church entrance, two priests stood with their clothes gleaming with a metallic sheen.

Charles suddenly stood up from his chair.

"The same metallic finish as Giovanni's?"

The assistant next to him seemed somewhat incredulous.

"We in France don't even have a single superhuman right now, yet their church is so extravagant... that they're assigning two superhumans to guard a rural church?"

Is it too late to seek refuge in a church now?

"This time I really want to be a filial son."

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

Everyone did the math in their heads.

There are at least several thousand churches throughout France.

If every church had guards of this caliber...

"Besides, our capital's guard force only numbers a few thousand, and heavy firepower accounts for less than 20% of them."

The assistant stared at the two figures on the screen in disbelief.

“I’ll give you a number. The Catholic Church in Paris has 100 such extraordinary individuals. Is that an exaggeration?”

Upon hearing this, everyone broke out in a cold sweat.

What does it mean to have a hundred invulnerable superhumans?

They were already thinking of striking first.

How can I allow someone else to sleep soundly beside my bed?!

“If the church wants to take action, it doesn’t even need to send troops.” The analyst’s voice trembled slightly. “It only needs to incite the believers, and with their individual strength, they have a good chance of directly breaking through the existing military forces in Paris.”

Suddenly, the analyst seemed to have made a new discovery and zoomed in on the screen again.

"Wait, look at the swords in their hands."

They were able to see a red cross carved in the center of the silver sword's hilt.

Charles suddenly stood up.

"A red cross? Isn't that the symbol of the Knights Templar?"

"The Knights Templar? Didn't they exist seven hundred years ago..."

After all, they were aware of the fate of the Knights Templar.

"If those two priests really are descendants of the Knights Templar."

"Speaking of which, will they retaliate against us?"

"Don't worry, this France is not that France."

"But in modern times, what we do for the church doesn't seem to be very ethical either."