I impersonated God in America

"Um, is it just not ethical?"

……

The air in the conference room tightened again.

The scene on the screen is turning sour.

The two priests' silver swords remained sharp, and with each strike, a monster fell to the ground.

But the fallen monsters don't buy time to catch their breath.

New monsters are arriving from all directions.

"Many snakes can kill an elephant," the assistant muttered. "No matter how strong you are, you can't withstand such an encirclement."

Before the words were even finished, in the scene, the priest on the left forced back the monster that pounced on him with his sword, but he couldn't completely avoid the sneak attack from the other side.

“They can’t hold on any longer.” The analyst’s voice was strained. “They’re already going downwind.”

Charles clenched his fists.

If the two priests fall...

"Think of a way! Put pressure on the Marseille troops! Make them go even faster!"

"It's already moving at full speed."

At the same moment when the conference room fell into anxiety, an analyst's exclamation rang out.

"From the Rhône River direction! Something seems to be moving rapidly."

"enlarge!"

A streak of silver light appeared on the rooftop, rushing forward at an exaggerated speed.

The moment the camera locked onto the figure, they saw its true identity and were slightly taken aback.

Why is Giovanni Church located here?

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Outside the church.

The two priests stood back to back.

"I feel like I can't hold on much longer..."

"Hold on a little longer," the priest on the right gritted his teeth. "The authorities are on their way. Just hold on until they arrive..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

A monster seized the opportunity during his pause in breathing and pounced from the side, its gaping maw aimed straight for his throat.

The priest on the left tried to rush over, but was tightly entangled by the two monsters and couldn't break free.

The monster opened its mouth.

It's too late.

There are civilians behind them.

The same instant that the thought of despair flashed through my mind.

A sword aura pierced through the air from afar.

The attacking monsters came to an abrupt halt.

Then a thin line slowly emerged from the monster's abdomen.

Rumble

The two priests were both stunned.

They looked in the direction from which the sword energy had come.

On a rooftop outside the church, Giovanni stood, the stigmata in his hand glowing.

Then, without hesitation, he charged straight towards the monster horde.

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meeting room.

The scene on the screen commanded everyone's respect.

The surrounding area of ​​the church was still teeming with monsters.

But no matter which direction they rushed from, they would be intercepted by a white figure.

Giovanni stood alone at the church entrance.

With each swing of the sword, a monster fell to the ground, never to rise again.

They forcefully protected the church behind them.

"One person...fighting so many?"

"He's practically a superman."

"Speaking of which, what's Bishop Giovanni doing here?"

It's important to know that Giovanni held a prominent position within the Vatican, comparable to a double-crown figure.

“A person of this caliber wouldn’t appear in a small rural town in the south for no reason.”

"He must be on some special mission."

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

Everyone started to follow this line of thought.

Thinking of the white light that appeared in the church earlier.

"That light screen that appeared in the church just now must be extraordinary."

"Do you think... there's something hidden inside Tarascon?"

Charles suddenly raised his hand, interrupting everything.

"okay."

Everyone looked at him.

"Whether he was on a mission, passing by, or had ulterior motives, it doesn't matter."

"At this very moment, he is saving our civilians."

"That's enough."

In the conference room, everyone's speculation came to an abrupt halt.

In the silence, Charles sat back in his chair, his gaze still fixed on the increasingly powerful figure on the screen, and suddenly smiled inexplicably.

"We'll see."

"Giovanni's power was inherited from Saint Laurent."

"Rounding it up, it's not an exaggeration to say that France deserves half the credit."

The analysts in the back row exchanged glances, and they all saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

They were cutting ties when discussing the Knights Templar earlier, and now they're trying to claim credit again.

How can this be attributed to me?

Where's your face?

The assistant finally couldn't hold back. "Do you see anyone even paying attention to you?"

"Shut up."

"Yes, sir."

Chapter 141 Tarask

The square outside the church

Countless dismembered monsters lay scattered on the ground, their limbs strewn about.

The monsters that were just moments ago were now few and far between.

Those inside the church breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the mess outside, then looked at the old man who had been guarding the door, feeling a mix of emotions.

The other person held the sword at his side, and everyone could see that his arm holding the sword was trembling.

His chest was heaving.

Even those who had never been in contact with the extraordinary already knew the old man's current physical condition.

Is it already exhausted and its life is over?

Bishop Paul watched Giovanni's retreating figure and understood the situation.

"The monsters have been mostly eliminated."

"In other words, Giovanni won."

A boy near the church entrance was the first to react, and he excitedly rushed outside, cheering as he ran.

"We survived! Thank you, Father!"

But the next second, a cry of alarm came from behind: "Don't go! The danger isn't completely over yet!"

Ta-da.

The boy had already stepped out of the church door and was running towards Giovanni.

The other person also saw the boy and was about to tell him to stop when they suddenly noticed that the blood on the ground was starting to wriggle.

Blood rapidly gathered from the ground, transforming into a crimson spear that hurtled straight toward the boy.

Giovanni's pupils contracted.

Get out of the way!!!

His body reacted instinctively.

Despite his legs feeling like lead, he used his last bit of strength to rush forward and lift Durandal up to shield the boy.

sizzle.

The crimson spear clashed with Durandal's, and Giovanni's arm was somewhat exhausted, his stigmata flashing like a traffic light.

He discovered that the blood-red spear was more powerful than he had imagined.

Why didn't these monsters use it before, but now...?

But he managed to steady himself and comforted the boy behind him: "It's alright, don't be afraid."

However, before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a strange sense of crisis and subconsciously swayed his body.

But he still couldn't avoid it; a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.

He turned his head instantly and saw a sword made of solidified blood thrust out of the boy's hand, piercing him through.

If it weren't for that inexplicable sense of crisis just now, that sword would probably have pierced my heart.

He staggered a few steps, somewhat incredulous. Just as he was about to say something, the blood-stained sword in the boy's hand suddenly thrust forward again.

……

The boy looked at Giovanni, who was so close to him, and cleared his mind of all distractions.

[If Bishop Giovanni is killed, the Lord will descend and the world will be saved.]

With this in mind, he mobilized the blood in his body to enhance the blood sword in his hand.

During this time, they first calculated the time when Giovanni would arrive nearby and then summoned the four-legged beast from the river.

The purpose was precisely for this moment.

By exploiting the other party's empathy, you can exhaust their stigmata and stamina.

What if Giovanni hadn't intervened?

That means the other party is neither a saint nor the one who awakened the War Knight.