I impersonated God in America

But it had only taken off halfway.

Tarask tilted his head back, bit its tail, and yanked hard.

boom!

Viviel was forcibly pulled down from mid-air, her massive body crashing into the ruins.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

"Heavens! Lord Holy Beast!"

"It's really worth it, no matter how you count it."

"Tarask has locked up Vivier!"

"Don't let him escape, drag the enemy into a ground battle!"

They realized just how necessary Tarask's thrust had been.

Since we can't fly, let's just shoot our opponents down.

Meanwhile, the analyst stared at the screen with a furrowed brow, looking out of place among those around him.

His expression suddenly changed.

"Damn it, that wyvern is back."

Everyone's eyes followed the direction he pointed.

A figure is rapidly approaching the center of the battlefield.

"Could it be the wyvern that stole the gem before?"

Should we use the word "robbery"?

"No, this guy should return the gem to Viviel."

The analyst's pupils constricted; after all, he already knew about Vivier and was well aware of the gem's importance to her.

"Stop it!"

"It's too late."

In the scene, the two-legged dragon with the jewel in its head swoops down to where Viviel was knocked down.

Tarask, who was standing nearby, had clearly noticed this and was about to intercept when the other side dodged him with a quick movement.

"There's still a chance, as long as it's just the moment they throw it... Damn it!!!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the wyvern, along with the gem, burrowed directly into Viviel's mouth.

The conference room was deathly silent.

"To be so conservative, you actually swallowed your own companion and the gem along with it?"

The cheers abruptly stopped.

Everyone froze, staring at Vivier on the screen as she swallowed the gem.

Then they noticed Viviel's throat move, as if adjusting to the gem, followed by a hoarse sound coming from her mouth.

"Alright. Now, I have everything I need."

Everyone in the conference room sensed something was wrong when they saw Vivier's change.

"Did this guy just start talking?"

Then they saw Viviel slowly turn her head, her gaze falling on Tarasque.

The tail is raised high to gather strength, and then the muscles expand instantly.

thump!

Its tail spins like a top.

The terrifying wind pressure slammed into Tarask, and his massive body was slid backward a distance by this terrifying force, carving a deep trench in the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying breath of fire poured out of its mouth.

It slammed down on Tarask.

The tortoise shell was instantly engulfed by flames.

The breath, its momentum undiminished, continued to extend backward.

A terrifying trench was pierced through the ground.

Turn everything in sight into a burning wasteland.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

"Damn it! Vivier's power is on a completely different level after she swallowed that gem."

"Tarask... seems like they might not be able to win."

In the footage, Tarask rises from the ruins, smoke still rising from his tortoise shell, and roars at the sky.

But with each roar it let out, Viviel would retaliate with an even fiercer flame, suppressing it time and time again.

"It's just that Tarask is tough and thick-skinned, so it can hold on for a while."

"How do we fight this?"

"Do we have any backup plans left?"

"It seems to depend on whether the president can approve the use of the hydrogen bomb."

So, are we just supposed to stand here and watch now?

"How about we send you to the front lines?"

Despair instantly filled the conference room.

Just then.

The analyst suddenly looked up sharply, "Sir! Our radar has detected a high-speed flying object!"

"what?"

The feed was switched to satellite imagery.

A slender black shadow, leaving a faint trail, was speeding across the sky.

As the image zooms in.

It was an arrow with flames wrapped around its tip.

The white flame trailed a long tail of fire, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

"Where did the arrow come from?"

The analyst quickly checked the trajectory, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Based on the ballistic trajectory, it flew from the direction of Greece."

“Greece?” Charles was stunned.

The analyst stared at the trajectory line.

"The target trajectory is expected to be Axleyban."

Inside the meeting room, everyone was stunned.

Greece. Arrow. Flame. Axel Lebanon.

Several names flashed through everyone's minds, and then everyone finally realized what was going on.

"White flames?! Could it be the sacred fire of the goddess Hestia?"

"Judging from this situation, there is only one possibility."

Charles immediately recalled the documents he had submitted to the president, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"It seems the president has turned to Greece for help."

In the scene, the arrow burning with white flames had already passed the outer perimeter of Ex-Lebanon and was shooting straight towards Viviel in the sky.

Viviel sensed the danger, turned her head sharply, opened her mouth, and unleashed a breath powerful enough to set the sky ablaze towards the arrow.

The breath and the arrow met in mid-air and were instantly engulfed.

Available in the next second.

The arrow pierced through the sea of ​​fire, passing right through the center of the breath.

Flames surged around it, but they couldn't harm it in the slightest.

It moved through the fiery rain as if it were in an empty field.

puff

It was precisely shot into Vivier's heart.

Bear! Bear! Bear!

White flames instantly ignited in Vivier's chest.

"Roar!"

Viviel let out a roar amidst the white flames, her massive body convulsing violently in the air.

Seeing Vivier's fate, everyone instantly felt a chill.

"As expected of the sacred fire of the goddess Hestia, even a single spark on an arrow is enough to produce such terrifying power."

"What I care about more than that is..."

Although the assistant didn't say much, everyone understood what he meant.

Long-range strikes...

Just like nuclear weapons are only a true strategic deterrent if they have long-range delivery capabilities.

Moreover, even the most accurate low-yield high-precision warheads currently available only have an accuracy of a dozen meters.

But what's going on in Greece?

Keep in mind that the distance from Greece to the heart of France is a full 2000 kilometers.

How could you project power from such a distance and hit the enemy's heart?!

It's a bit scary.

If it's really as they think, then wouldn't that mean it's practically a Damocles' sword hanging over the heads of everyone in the world?

"Damn it, just how many cards does Greece have up its sleeve?"

Chapter 155 The Black Death 2.0

Greek Ministry of Defense

At this moment, everyone looked at Vivier, who had been set ablaze by the sacred flame and was writhing and wailing, and couldn't help but shudder.

Minister Nikos couldn't help but exclaim, "Is this the weapon bestowed upon us by the chief god Apollo?"

Keep in mind that this is a target 2000 kilometers away!

"Hitting the bullseye every time" is a derogatory term for this weapon.

Frankly speaking, in their eyes, the two holy swords that had appeared earlier were nothing compared to the silver bow in front of them.

They had witnessed the power of the Holy Sword; although its power was terrifying, it was still within the acceptable range for humans.

This silver bow is practically defying physics.

"That's an exaggeration! To be honest, I'm starting to doubt the authenticity of those legendary archers who frequently appeared in ancient times."

"If we had weapons of that caliber, honestly, I feel like I could do it myself!"

An analyst standing nearby couldn't help but complain.

"It can definitely be called a rule-level weapon!"

Then they couldn't help but turn their gaze back to the temple at Delphi.

At this moment, Chloe was holding a silver longbow, standing on the stone steps in front of the altar, her white robes fluttering in the wind.