I impersonated God in America

Chapter 153 Support

Ex-Lebanon, outside town road.

"Do we still have a chance to go back?"

"It's a miracle we survived this time."

The refugees crammed into pickup trucks, supporting each other to maintain their balance, looking back at the hot spring town where they had lived their whole lives.

It is now completely unrecognizable from its former appearance.

The entire hot spring area was swallowed by a layer of toxic fog, leaving only a blurry outline.

The sky was dyed a sickly color.

An old woman sat in the car, looking at the toxic fog, her lips trembling as she muttered something.

Everyone else sat silently in the pickup trucks, and the moving convoy was deathly still.

A gust of wind began to rise overhead.

Suddenly, several figures emerged from the poisonous fog, skimming low over the ground as they approached their location.

Wenban, who was in the air above, was the first to see the approaching two-legged wyverns. He saw them swooping down in pairs, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Damn it, I can't fight against so many guys."

"It's over, we can't escape now."

"These guys are definitely going to wipe us out."

The crowd erupted instantly.

Panic spread like a plague.

A young man sat in the back of the pickup truck, watching the approaching dragon shadows with despair in his eyes.

After all, he had no room to escape while in the car, and jumping out would only make things more dangerous.

"This time it's really over..."

He had barely finished speaking.

A sword aura pierced through the air and arrived.

sizzle

It pierced precisely through the body of the bipedal wyvern charging at the front.

puff.

"Ow!"

Where the sword energy passed, the flying dragon's body was severed in two at the waist in mid-air.

Dragon blood splashed down, soaking the young man who was slumped in his seat.

He was completely stunned.

The remaining wyvern, startled by this sight, suddenly increased its altitude and turned to flee.

But it had only turned halfway around.

The next second, a figure fell from the sky behind it.

"drink!"

A massive cross is crashing down with tremendous force.

It struck the wyvern precisely on the head with a dull thud.

The dragon's head shattered instantly, like a watermelon struck by a hammer. Its massive body lost its balance and plummeted straight to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Boom!

The hillside was deathly silent.

Everyone instinctively looked over.

Bishop Paul slowly pulled the cross from the dragon's head, while not far away, Giovanni held Durandal's hand and stood on a distant hill, his robes fluttering in the breeze.

"God bless!"

"The church people are here!"

A long-suppressed cheer erupted from the crowd.

Giovanni and Bishop Paul glanced at the group.

"It's alright, you guys get out of here, leave this to us."

Giovanni frowned, looked around, and called out softly to Paul.

"It seems that the dragon and serpent that the prophet Sibyl spoke of is that one."

Giovanni's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Axe-Leban's location.

Bishop Paul followed his gaze and saw a dark green giant shadow looming in the air above the poisonous fog, partially obscured by the thin mist.

The two exchanged a glance, a hint of relief in their eyes.

"Fortunately, we had the advice from the prophet and made preparations in advance."

"I really didn't expect that person would actually agree."

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Paris, French Ministry of Defense.

"The church actually sent two of its core combat forces here on its own initiative? That's really unexpected."

"Suddenly, I feel like our relationship with the church isn't so bad after all."

"Sir, the two bishops are heading towards Vivier."

The atmosphere in the meeting room had eased somewhat compared to before, but it was still heavy.

“While the two bishops are indeed powerful,” the assistant said, his voice filled with worry, “they are legendary monsters.”

"Compared to the wyvern Viviel, this is clearly beyond the normal range. Moreover, this ability to manipulate toxins is far too hostile to humans."

After all, humans are simply too weak to withstand such area-of-effect (AOE) attacks.

Moreover, the toxic fog appears to be spreading continuously, and if it is not dealt with quickly, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"It's even a question of how long they can hold out."

Silence fell over the command center.

Everyone watched the two figures rushing towards the poisonous fog on the screen, their faces filled with worry.

Just then.

In the video, the winged serpent hovering above the hot spring area suddenly begins to wag its tail.

It slowly turned its head, its vertical pupils scanning its surroundings, as if sensing some threat and becoming alert.

"He seems to be on guard against something?" The analyst frowned as he stared at the screen.

Before he could finish speaking...

The ground in Exiles suddenly began to shake.

Suddenly, the ground rose up in an open area on the outskirts of the hot spring area.

The ground seemed to be blasted up from the earth by a giant drill, forming an ever-rising mound.

Whoosh! ! !

Then, a huge spike burst from the ground and shot straight into the sky.

The speed at which the spike rose from the ground was astonishing, like a spear thrusting out of the earth and accurately piercing the sky.

The speed was so fast that even Viviel, who was on alert of her surroundings, couldn't fully react in time.

The tip of the spike pierced its abdomen.

Awooo!

Viviel let out a shrill roar, her massive body twisting violently.

The ground is still surging.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the earth rippled like water, and a gigantic creature burst out of the ground and lunged into the sky.

A lion-like head.

A body covered in scales.

And that enormous tortoise shell.

This clearly indicates the identity of the visitor.

The giant beast on the earth bit Viviel by the neck, dragged her down from the sky, and plunged her to the ground.

Countless buildings were pressed down by the terrifying gravitational potential energy, causing shockwaves to ripple outwards.

Smoke and dust swirled and danced among the buildings.

Two colossal beasts could be vaguely seen entangled amidst the poison and smoke.

"No way!"

"It's Tarask?!"

The suppressed emotions of the crowd felt like they were on a rollercoaster.

As everyone stared at the colossal beast on the screen, their bodies deflated like punctured balloons, collapsing to the ground.

But his face was full of relief and joy.

They never expected that their helpers would be Tarask, who had caused them so much trouble before!

Honestly, the more difficult the other party was before, the more secure they feel now.

The earth manipulation ability that had previously caused them so much trouble now looked so pleasing to the eye!

"This battle is going to be tough!"

"How can such a handsome creature as Tarask exist?!"

"Wait, wasn't it you who insulted that person earlier?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? The me of Tarascon and the me of Ex Lyban are two different people!"

Chapter 154 Beyond Visual Range Strike

On the screen, two giant beasts are locked in combat.

Tarasque and Viviel continued to bite and roll around.

Every clash generates tremendous shockwaves.

Their battlefields stretched across the ruins of Exileban.

At the feet of the two giant beasts, countless buildings were constructed as if from building blocks.

One building after another collapsed.

Stones flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky.

The wyverns around them had now become nothing more than background.

They hovered around the perimeter of the battlefield, howling, but dared not approach even a fraction of a second.

After all, the aftershocks of the battle between two legendary behemoths could easily crush them into dust.

Even when a few occasionally swoop down, their sharp claws and venom cannot harm the behemoth in the slightest.

"I can only say that this is truly worthy of Tarask; the sheer thickness of its skin is simply exaggerated."

"Look! Vivier is trying to run away!"

In the scene, Viviel is hit headfirst by Tarask.

Its massive body flipped over, then it flapped its wings violently, trying to take off and fly away from the battlefield.