I impersonated God in America

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Chapter 149 MI6 is Online

France, underground laboratory

Inside the room, a man in a white shirt stood somewhat awkwardly in front of the glass display case, looking at the golden sword standing in the center.

His name is Franz, and he is a mid-level manager at a financial company in Paris.

Life is decent enough, after all, in addition to my regular job, I receive an anonymous allowance every month.

However, he spends money extravagantly and doesn't usually have much money left over.

Two days ago, people claiming to be officials came to his home and asked him to participate in an experiment about supernatural weapons.

"Please excuse me for refusing."

He had intended to say that, but when he saw the other person open their suitcase and reveal a box full of banknotes, he couldn't help himself.

"After all, they gave too much."

Franz looked at the golden sword in front of him, and the luster flowing across its blade stirred his heart.

He had also seen the video of the museum robbery a while ago.

So, is the authorities trying to find a user for this weapon?

If I can pass, wouldn't I be instantly promoted to the highest level?

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he reached out and touched the golden sword.

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Outside the glass wall, besides the busy researchers, several military and government personnel were staring at the figure with serious expressions.

"So this guy is the illegitimate son of the Luxembourg royal family?"

The assistant flipped through the documents and nodded in confirmation: "Yes, we checked the account, and the source of that anonymous fund was indeed a company under the Luxembourg royal family. If I'm not mistaken, it should be child support paid to him by Franz's father."

"Hopefully our guess is right."

Since obtaining the golden sword two days ago, they have been trying to reactivate its power, but to no avail, until they guessed that the sword might have a bloodline restriction.

Historically, the most legitimate male Carolingian lineage of Charlemagne has been lost, but the female lineage has been preserved, establishing the Capetian dynasty.

The throne subsequently passed to the Bourbon family, ultimately leading to the absurd end of the monarchy by Louis XVI.

Of course, the Bourbon family still has bloodlines, namely the current Spanish royal family and the Grand Duke of Luxembourg.

So, after all this, the man in front of her turned out to be a descendant of Charlemagne.

It's a bit thin, though.

As for why they didn't go looking for the Grand Duke of Luxembourg?

Are you kidding me?

Although the two countries have a good relationship, this kind of thing cannot be handled so simply.

If the other side is indeed brought in, then who will own the Holy Sword: France or Luxembourg?

Chun Chun let the wolf into the house.

"Look! The Holy Sword seems to be changing!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Franz placed his hand on the sword, and the moment his fingertips touched it, the change became even more violent.

rub rub!

The golden sword suddenly shone brightly.

"Great, it really works!"

Seeing this, everyone held their breath, waiting expectantly for what would happen next.

The gleam of the golden sword illuminated the entire room, and the blade emitted a sword's hum.

bass!

At the same time, the instant Franz gripped the hilt of his sword, an inexplicable force surged into his body. He barely had time to think before he casually flicked the blade.

Awooo!!!

Four illusory figures of ferocious beasts roared out, smashing the bulletproof glass and then dissipating into specks of light.

"This is the Golden Sword, Juvalius, one of the three great holy swords?!"

The Minister of the Interior, who was in charge, had a bright look in his eyes and was overjoyed.

They were quite satisfied with the results achieved by the man in front of them, who was only experiencing extraordinary power for the first time.

France finally has its own superhuman!

And he's a user of the Holy Sword!

"But what was the principle behind those ferocious beasts just now?"

“A phantom!” The researcher beside him stared at the data on the screen, pushed up his glasses and explained, “It’s incredible. It’s clearly a phantom, yet it can cause real damage! It’s as if the line between illusion and reality has been blurred.”

"Wait, Phantom?"

This word evoked memories for the Minister of the Interior.

Legend has it that Charlemagne's golden sword could change more than thirty colors every day and would gleam with countless lusters under the sunlight.

He looked at the golden sword in Franz's hand.

"It matches up perfectly! It all matches up! Those literary descriptions weren't exaggerations after all?!"

An assistant standing nearby exclaimed, "If it really can control the power of illusions, then thirty-odd colors might not be an exaggeration."

"As expected of the kind-hearted French! Even the legend of the Holy Sword is described in such a low-key manner!"

"..."

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Axe-Lyban

"Hey guys! Although there were a few hiccups along the way, I finally made it there safely!"

Wenban walked on the stone-paved road facing the street.

After exchanging a few banter with the viewers in the live chat, he turned around and panned the camera across the rows of ancient Roman-style hot spring buildings behind him.

"This city was a famous spa town of the ancient Gauls before Christ, and was later occupied by the Romans."

"But as you know, the Romans had a famous bathing culture, so after they occupied this place, they saw it as a treasure and quickly expanded it into a town, which is how the hot spring resort we see today came to be."

"Of course, after the Romans occupied the area, their faith was inevitably introduced, and under the impact of this faith, we can see the magnificent Temple of Diana here."

"As for Borvo, the local god of hot springs, there is also a theory that he was merged with Apollo. According to archaeological discoveries, inscriptions dedicated to Apollo Borvo were unearthed in Popon-les-Bains near the city, and the fusion of the two can be considered an academic consensus in a certain sense."

More than anything else, I still find the streamer's raffle tickets a bit suspicious.

Poor locals, please don't destroy this hot spring that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"Brother, I'm begging you, can you go to England?"

[Host, may I take a look at the statue?]

"Want to see the statue?"

Wen Ban glanced at the comments and ignored the first few.

He's gotten used to people who stir up trouble during every live stream.

As the saying goes.

An eagle will not bow down to a sparrow!

The floating clouds may obscure the sun, but they cannot block my view! My heart remains as firm as iron, even unto death, in my pursuit of the Way!

He was unwavering in his belief that he was not a jinx.

As he spoke, he walked into the entrance of the hot spring area, looking at the white steam and a statue next to it.

"Even now, local hot spring inns still place a statue of this deity for protection. Trust me, I feel... fxxk!"

Before he could finish his kind words, he sensed a gust of wind above his head and instinctively took a step back.

An object in the air grazed past and crashed to the ground with a "thud".

"What a huge pile of bird droppings! What kind of bird is this...?"

He looked up, still cursing, and saw a dragon-shaped shadow flash across the sky. He swallowed the words that were about to come out.

He quickly ran into the hotel and cautiously peeked out.

The figure above waved its wings and hovered in the air, seemingly looking down at something.

Is this guy looking for food?

It doesn't seem like it.

Wait a minute, are you all so comfortable accepting of the appearance of fantastical creatures now? Shouldn't you be shocked by the appearance of such monsters?

I see this in this live stream every few days, it's nothing new to them, they're obviously new here.

[Hey streamer, since you can fly, why don't you go over and fight him?]

Seeing the encouragement from the comments section, Wenban's lips trembled.

"Fight? Shouldn't I be the one sliding in to deliver takeout?"

After an unknown amount of time, the two-legged wyvern circled a few times without launching any attack. With a flap of its wings, it turned and flew away.

Why do I feel like this guy is so weird?

Suddenly, he looked down at the "dragon" droppings on the ground and frowned.

"But do you think this thing could fetch a good price?"

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The rooftop on the other side of the hot spring area in the distance.

Two people dressed as ordinary tourists are putting down their binoculars.

They looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

"Could the information our informant gave us be genuine?"

More than the sudden appearance of the wyvern, they were shocked by the streamer.

The two of them came from MI6, the British military intelligence agency.

Because a spy in America recently discovered the identity of that mysterious fortune teller, they came to investigate.

At first, they actually thought it was a joke.

The reason for secretly letting the other party win the hot spring tour tickets was simple: they wanted to come here to soak in the hot springs and fish recently.

Therefore, the funds and tasks requested from superiors were more for vacation purposes than for monitoring the work.

But who can tell them the principle behind this?

First, they encountered the legendary Tarasque near Avignon.

Now we've encountered wyverns in the area again?!

"Could it really be true? Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?"

Chapter 150: Move the helicopter closer!

French Ministry of Defense

"Have you found out the origin of those wyverns?"

With dark circles under his eyes, Charles slammed his fist on the table and said with a grim expression.

During this period, he finally experienced a different kind of work intensity.

Since France began excavating extraordinary heritages, a series of accidents have left him somewhat overwhelmed in handling his work.