I impersonated God in America

Gazing into the distance, he looked every bit the expert.

But at this moment, everyone in the conference room only had a strong urge to complain.

"Trying to act like an expert, huh?!"

"Vivier is located in the northwest, so you're shooting arrows at the northeast? You think you can hit her like that?"

"The power of Apollo."

"They're really not going to act anymore!"

"Now I believe that Apollo's arrows in legend would indeed chase their target. The old masters really didn't lie to us; their literary works are actually realistic."

At the same time, Nikos stroked his chin, and spoke after a moment of thought.

"In that case, it means our direction is absolutely correct. Let's continue to advance according to the previously planned scheme!"

"Although we don't know why the remaining temples are unwilling to cooperate with the authorities, as the saying goes, 'Where there's a will, there's a way!'"

The assistant beside him seemed to understand the meaning behind Nikos's tone.

"You mean keep licking?"

Nikos's expression was extremely serious.

"What do you mean by 'licking boots'? That's called 'revering the gods'! The Temple of Hestia and the Temple of Delphi have already shown us the bright future of cooperating with the extraordinary, and the other ancient sanctuaries are certainly no less impressive!"

"We'll continue to contact them one by one!"

What if the other party refuses?

"Add more money!"

"Government support, funding, political standing, domestic reputation—we'll give you everything we can!"

"Use the resources of Greece to please the gods!"

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Axe-Lyban

Meanwhile, Wenban hovered in the air, staring in shock at the white flames in the distance.

He had actually come into contact with this power during the Minotaur incident, so he recognized it in an instant: "This is the sacred fire of the goddess Hestia!!"

Although they didn't know how the other party had delivered the Olympic flame, Wen Ban finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It has to be the power of a supreme god.

Their crisis was resolved simply by sending over a ball of sacred fire.

Meanwhile, Viviel in the distance was still struggling in the flames, but her wings were beginning to lose strength and her scales were falling off in large pieces.

Long live Hestia!

【Huh? Cursing someone?】

Am I the only one concerned about how the Olympic torch was delivered?

Wen Ban's relief at seeing this scene didn't last long.

Suddenly, Viviel raised her head sharply, her eyes filled with an almost tangible venom of resentment.

Then a hoarse voice came from the white flames.

"You cunning thieves, do you think this is the end of it?"

Wen Ban's smile suddenly froze.

[Thief?]

[F*** you, I knew the French were behind this!]

Viviel opened her enormous mouth, and a nearly tangible mass of breath gathered within.

Then it tilted its head back and suddenly spewed it out into the clouds.

puff!

Immediately afterwards, the poisonous fog billowed into the sky, making the sky even more gloomy. Layers of dark clouds began to gather, dotted with greenery, blocking out the sunlight.

what is this?

Wenban looked up at the sky and saw that the clouds were expanding rapidly, spreading from the town to the surrounding roads.

Rumble

A clap of thunder echoed in the sky.

pat.

A raindrop landed on the back of Wenban's hand before he could react.

The next second, his face turned deathly pale.

"Uh……"

He felt his stomach churning, the sky in his field of vision began to flip, and the buildings in the distance were stretched and overlapped.

He instinctively tried to flap his wings to return to the ground, but found that he had lost control of his body.

"Warning! The rainwater is poisonous!!!"

boom!

Suddenly, halfway down, Wenban was caught by a strong hand. He turned his head slightly and saw that it was Father Paul.

The other person's body was covered by a black film at some point, and then they looked up at the sky with an extremely solemn expression.

"Everyone, stay away from the rain!!!"

At the same time, Wenban was slightly taken aback when he saw Father Paul standing in front of him, seemingly oblivious to the rain.

【No? How come you're completely unharmed?】

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French Ministry of Defense

As the rain poured down from the sky, everyone's faces turned pale.

They had seen all the residents gasp for breath and collapse to the ground the instant they got wet in the rain.

Whether in towns or forests, everything was covered by a curtain of rain.

Especially when they saw the poisonous rain gathering into streams along the hillside and flowing into the surrounding waterways, and thought of the terrifying consequences, some officials fainted and collapsed.

Judging from the situation on the front lines, the power of this poisonous rain should not be underestimated.

If this rainwater is allowed to flow into a wider range of streams...

The analyst, his voice trembling slightly as he looked at the map, delivered his prediction: "Sir, if it continues to expand, it will enter the Rhône River basin!"

"Then, with the pollution of water sources, the city's entire groundwater system will be devastated!"

"If it spreads to the Mediterranean and the toxin is still not weakened..."

Plague, disaster, a new generation of Black Death...

The faces of everyone in the meeting room were extremely grim, and casualty reports kept popping up in the corner of the screen.

"It's just like..."

[The European version of the White Horse Knight]

Despite knowing that it existed, everyone instinctively kept quiet about it.

The assistant looked at Charles in the distance. Charles had completely lost his ability to speak and was just sitting there, muttering to himself.

"I am the eternal sinner of France... I am the sinner of Europe... I am a paramecium..."

Oh no, seeing him like this, I almost can't bear to criticize him anymore.

"Uh, if we apologize to Viviel now and say we're sorry for taking her gem, will she stop the poisonous rain?"

"..."

Chapter 156 Golden Rain

Axe-Lyban

Viviel's enormous body had already crashed into the ruins and hadn't moved for a long time.

The remaining sacred fire is still eroding its body.

The two-legged dragons circling in the sky dared not approach, but only dared to circle around from a distance.

Bishop Paul held a huge wooden plank over his head.

While this method cannot block all rainwater, the remaining rainwater is largely unaffected by the air.

But more than that, he was worried about why the poisonous rain hadn't stopped.

He looked up at the sky, where the green clouds resembled an inverted swamp, giving off an aggressive feeling.

"Perhaps this rain has completely escaped the other party's control."

Bishop Giovanni, who was not far away, spoke weakly.

Although the Holy Sword's power granted him decent defensive capabilities, it was ultimately no match for the rain from the sky.

He was just affected more slowly; he wasn't immune.

Bishop Paul's expression grew even more serious.

If Giovanni struggled to resist it, then the toxins in this rainwater must be even more troublesome than imagined.

The only good thing is that these toxins don't seem to kill directly, but rather, like a disease, slowly lead people into the abyss.

But consider the terrifying consequences of this rainwater flowing into the mainstream.

"This is absolutely the worst-case scenario."

Suddenly, the Pope's voice came through his headphones.

"Paul, I need to give you a task now."

"Is it related to the situation on the front lines?"

“Yes, the prophet Sibyl is also watching the scene. Based on his analysis of modern data, he believes that the local deity Borvo may possess a portion of the divinity of the chief god Apollo. If he were to awaken it…”

"What's the solution?"

"Bring the power of the sacred fire into the temple."

Bishop Paul nodded, understanding the Pope's meaning.

He looked at the distant temple and felt the energy reserves within his body.

"Three minutes?"

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French Ministry of Defense

The conference room was in complete chaos. Departments from all over the country kept reporting on the disaster, but to no avail. They could only watch as the disaster-stricken area on the map began to expand at a visible speed.

At this moment, Charles, who was in charge, seemed to have lost contact with the situation, resting his arm on the table and becoming withdrawn.

"What should we do? Should we evacuate the residents as soon as possible?"

"No, no! We absolutely must stop the water pollution!"

"Everyone, listen to me!!"

Suddenly, the assistant slammed his hand on the table, drawing everyone's attention.

"I will now take charge of on-site coordination."

An official hesitated for a moment before speaking, "But Minister Charles is still here."

“But he’s in a very difficult condition to do this job.” The assistant glanced at Charles, then zoomed in on the map, pointing to the Rhône River basin.

"More important than anything else right now is to protect water sources. Immediately contact the meteorological department to suggest using catalysts such as silver iodide to project into the clouds."

"But it can't solve the problem of poisonous rain."