I impersonated God in America

Especially after the appearance of wyverns in Ex-Lebanon, he was so busy that his scalp tingled.

Not only must we investigate the other side's whereabouts, but we must also do a good job of evacuating the masses and deploying military defenses.

After all, according to experts, these bipedal dragons were legendary social creatures and were very likely the vanguard.

"According to satellite tracking, the other party disappeared after approaching the western valley, and it is initially suspected that there is a special method of passage."

disappear?

For some reason, this reminded him of the settings for Dragon Nest in some fantasy works.

Hearing this, Charles's face turned even uglier, and he said, "Then aren't we just supposed to passively wait to be beaten?"

Waaah.

An air raid siren suddenly sounded on the screen, drawing everyone's attention back to Axe-Lebanon.

This once bustling hot spring resort town is now desolate.

Air defense equipment temporarily transferred from neighboring Lyon was deployed in the surrounding area. Due to the extremely close proximity of the two locations, a batch of weapons was transferred in less than an hour.

"But this speed is too fast!"

On the screen, the wingspan of the two-legged dragon rushing from the west seems to blot out the sky, and its green scales give the impression that it is coming with ill intent.

"All tourists, evacuate immediately!"

The sound of loudspeakers echoed through the streets as soldiers, guns raised, maintained order and directed the flow of people to flee out of town.

However, Aix-en-Provence is a city with a population of over 30,000, and with the constant stream of tourists, the flow of people far exceeded expectations. Just over an hour was simply not enough to evacuate everyone.

The sounds of car horns and chaotic noises were incessant.

buzzing.

A large number of helicopters circled over the town, and air defense facilities on the ground had been set up. Although hastily converted, it could be considered a temporary military outpost.

"Damn it, those guys are charging over! 300 meters high, all units on alert!"

Rosen aimed his gun at the sky, watching the two-legged wyvern begin its dive.

boom!

Due to the frequent occurrence of extraordinary accidents, weapons from various countries have been upgraded once again.

Large-caliber bullets, once used only for hunting large wild animals, are now almost standard issue for the military.

"Fire!"

puff.

The first two-legged wyvern to dive was struck on the wing, and blood splattered everywhere.

Boom!

A shell followed closely behind, launched from the ground into the sky, and exploded around it.

The bipedal dragon crashed to the ground like a plane crash.

thump!

"Great! These guys aren't as troublesome as we thought!"

Rosen smiled as he watched the first wave of defense work, and encouraged his companion beside him, "Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

"Captain, watch out!!!"

puff.

Looking at his superior, "Xi Lin".

The adjutant collapsed to the spot.

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"This is utter garbage, a veritable meat grinder!"

Why would these guys choose to attack this city?

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, Charles clenched his fists.

The liaison officer behind him kept making and receiving phone calls, relaying various messages downwards.

Military supplies were mobilized to fill gaps in the front lines to ensure that each defensive line could fulfill its defensive obligations.

They continuously broadcast the location of the wyverns to keep ground troops alert.

"Sir, the superhumans we found in Paris have arrived and are ready to provide support at any time!!"

"Has it finally arrived?"

Upon hearing his assistant's voice, Charles perked up.

They're recruiting the legendary wielder of the Holy Sword!

Referring to old Giovanni, although the opponent was empowered by the Holy Mark to unleash that attack, their expectations were not high.

It's not unreasonable to fight a regular wyvern, is it?

In the distance, the helicopter door opened, and a man in a white shirt, carrying a holy sword, looked ahead with a spirited expression.

Seeing the other person's confidence, Charles finally felt relieved.

"Things are getting better in France too!"

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"Sir, we're too close to the front lines. Isn't it dangerous?"

The helicopter pilot watched as numerous fighter jets engaged in aerial dogfights with bipedal dragons in the sky, with bursts of fireworks exploding intermittently during the battle; the bloody scene made him somewhat apprehensive.

He heard Franz's confident voice.

"Who do you think I am? Move the helicopter over here!"

Franz gripped the handle by the hatch, feeling the power emanating from the holy sword in his other hand, and took a deep breath.

He slowly drew his sword from the helicopter, assuming a charging stance.

In the few hours he had been in contact with the Holy Sword, he had basically figured out its power; the larger and more realistic the phantom, the greater the energy consumption.

But he's different!

Believe in the power of belief!

Hey.

The flow of energy caused the holy sword to be instantly enveloped in countless rays of light.

Visually speaking, it is in no way inferior to Giovanni on that day!

The people at the Ministry of National Defense were deeply moved.

[That's the demeanor of a true powerhouse!]

Immediately afterwards, the energy unleashed transformed into a colossal fire dragon, its details meticulously rendered.

It flapped its wings and charged forward, baring its fangs and claws!

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Below, two British agents mingled among the fleeing crowd, diligently gathering battlefield details.

When they saw the ball of light in the sky, their faces instantly turned grim.

They knew their own situation best, and they had some knowledge of Britain's exploration of supernatural powers.

"France actually has hidden superhumans?!"

This news was a complete shock to them.

Frankly, they would rather see Italy go further than see France rise.

And wouldn't that mean they're the only ones who are blank slates?

The fire dragon in the sky transformed into waves of fire, turning the sky crimson and engulfing countless two-legged dragons.

Even those who had never met the extraordinary individuals could tell that this Frenchman was no ordinary person.

Countless residents and military personnel below wore relaxed smiles.

God bless France!

"The government hid it so well!"

"For this reason, I won't hold a march this year!"

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Long live France!

Looking at the changed battlefield, Charles took a deep breath, slumped into his seat, and slowly raised his head to enjoy the scene to come.

"We can start preparing to contact the media and give this incident a full report!"

"But aren't there some..."

"Look at the power of this! It'll be a miracle if it doesn't make the wyvern shit itself!"

"I think it's time to prepare to clean up the mess."

Amidst constant extraordinary crises, France desperately needs a battle like this to boost national morale.

"Finally... wait a minute?!"

When Ciel saw the scene after the flames dispersed in the picture, it was like a roller coaster falling from heaven to hell.

The laughter in the meeting room abruptly stopped.

Amidst the flames, the wyverns merely emitted some heat from their bodies, but none of them were shot down.

Instead, the flames fueled an even fiercer gaze.

"district?!"

"With such a large area, tell me there's absolutely no output?"

"So it's all show and no substance!"

"But it's okay, at least there was some damage, right? Just one more hit..."

They turned their heads and saw the wielder of the holy sword in the helicopter sitting directly in a chair, panting as he opened a water bottle to rehydrate.

Seeing Franz's exhausted assistant, he couldn't resist the urge to complain.

"Wait?! This guy clearly doesn't have enough mana, why is he adding special effects?"

"Can't we just use direct output? Do we really have to create that realistic fire dragon?"

"..."

"Quickly! Inform the ground troops not to cease fire!"

"What about Lyon? Keep mobilizing troops! We're going to have to fight a protracted war!"

"The evacuation of residents should not be stopped!"

Chapter 151 The Temple of Delphi and the Gem Plague

Delphi, Greece

"Go, child..."

Chloe suddenly woke up from her sleep, sitting up abruptly with her chest heaving and beads of sweat on her forehead.

"That dream just now?"

Just now, her dream was filled with countless lights, and she vaguely saw a being.

Considering his profession, I instantly had a premonition.

Pythia were priestesses in the Temple of Apollo at Delphi in ancient Greece, who were responsible for delivering divine messages.

In the early days, virgins were generally chosen for this position, but later the requirements were gradually relaxed to include women of impeccable character.

And Chloe is the modern-day Pythia.