I impersonated God in America

Is America prepared to suffer in silence?

Is this still the America I know?

"Sir, the main force of the U.S. Sixth Fleet has also arrived!"

Ciel looked up at the newly displayed screen.

A massive aircraft carrier battle group appeared on the sea.

But he noticed that the aircraft carrier was different at this time.

A faint red glow surrounded it.

The red light flowed slowly along the hull like blood, covering the outer side of the ship.

The strange design made Ciel's heart tighten.

What's going on? Are there more experts?

Then, a dull tremor came from below the aircraft carrier deck.

Click.

The metal sheeting on the side of the aircraft carrier bulges outward, seemingly forming a blurry human face.

boom!

The flames spread instantly, forming a thick barrier of fire at a certain distance.

It completely enveloped the aircraft carrier and the surrounding escort ships.

The next void cannonball appeared on the sea surface.

It crashed into the flame barrier.

boom!

Flames exploded in all directions.

The fleet suffered no damage.

Minister Charles and his assistant were completely stunned.

"What is this? When did America acquire this kind of power?"

"I don't know."

Charles stared at the aircraft carrier engulfed in flames on the screen, his expression growing increasingly grim.

Italy possesses a terrifying stealth fleet.

American warships even possess the ability to burn.

He could imagine how much the French fleet would suffer at sea in the future.

Other countries' militaries are rapidly becoming extraordinary!

But France only has one holy sword?

Charles suddenly felt that the defense report in his hand had become exceptionally heavy.

Compared to this, my year-end report looks really bad...

He watched as the void cannonballs once again slammed into the American fleet on the screen.

The red curtain of fire collided with the shells.

It was incredibly powerful.

The sea seemed to be on fire.

"So France is now just a roadside stall?"

"Perhaps Great Britain will accompany us as well."

"How could that be? Do you think they're like us?"

Listening to the chatter behind him, Charles suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"Do you think there might be some very important extraordinary item inside the ruins?"

"Like... immortality, divine inheritance, or something like that? Forget it, I must be out of my mind."

"So what? You think we can get involved with our limited abilities?"

"Shut up!"

"Yes, sir."

"But then again, it's just a ruin. Did we really have to fight it so hard?"

"Compared to that, I feel like I'm smelling the scent of World War III."

"Don't scare me, bro."

Chapter 162 Annihilation

Italian Ministry of Defense.

Kavali stared at the sea on the big screen.

The once azure blue has turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Flames spread outwards along the hull of the American aircraft carrier.

The flame barrier dented repeatedly under the bombardment, only to quickly recover under some force.

"Damn it, that aircraft carrier's face is definitely a weak point, but our weapons can't penetrate it at all!"

"This kind of automatic defense capability is simply not compatible with our stealth capabilities."

Cavalli stared intently at the screen, his eyes twitching.

The Ghost Fleet is undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with, a force that transcends time.

However, the problem is that American aircraft carriers have also deviated from the category of ordinary warships.

It's too ridiculous.

Where did they get this power from?

[The Iroquois myth? Damn, are they really that close?]

Or is there another way in America?

And what's even more troublesome is...

The flames are turning the entire sea into a furnace.

Seawater evaporates due to high temperatures.

The air then became distorted.

The shells that were originally hidden in the void are gradually revealing their blurry outlines due to the distortion of the air.

If this continues, the ghost fleet will be forced out...

Kavali's mind flashed with the consequences of a direct confrontation, and his expression grew increasingly grim as he looked at the American Flame Fleet.

After all, apart from their stealth capabilities, the Ghost Fleet is no different from ordinary warships.

Once we lose our stealth ability, we will be completely destroyed within minutes.

And the bigger problem is...

If this drags on and the fleet is exposed internationally, Italy will suffer even greater costs.

The public opinion surrounding this is terrible.

They can still shift blame even while in stealth mode, claiming Italy doesn't know.

The United States tacitly acknowledged that it was only fighting pirates.

But what if we choose to retreat?

This basically means I'm out of luck when it comes to the waters of youth...

Cavalli's face was extremely gloomy.

"Minister, a call from the Papal States."

"Bring them in."

The voice of the Cardinal Secretary of State came through the communications channel.

"Minister Cavalli, the Papal States are aware of the conflict in the Mediterranean."

"Regarding Italy and America on the battlefield, and unknown armed forces at sea."

"Out of consideration for peace, we are willing to step in and mediate."

[Unknown armed force?]

Kavali fell silent for a moment, as if he understood the church's purpose.

Should I act as a peacemaker?

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and the person on the other end, seemingly guessing what Kavali was thinking, said without any hesitation:

"Just to save face for us, and at the same time to preserve dignity for all parties."

Kavali looked at the fiery aircraft carrier on the screen.

The Papal States have already presented a way out.

The fact that Italy initiated the attack can be covered up, and the intrusion of the United States can be downplayed.

If both sides are willing to stop, the maritime conflict can quickly turn into a maritime self-defense incident...

As for why the pirates and the U.S. Sixth Fleet were fighting each other on equal terms?

It must be the legendary ghost ship.

And so the curtain fell.

but.

Kavali's eyes turned red, and he slammed his fist on the table.

I'm not reconciled! My youth has slipped away like this!

[It was so close!]

How should the proceeds from the ruins be distributed?

"The Papal States suggests that the United States handle this temporarily."

"We'll discuss the allocation together once Italy enters the game."

Cavalli's face turned even uglier.

[America First? The destroyer fleet will be out soon!]

[They've probably eaten everything inside, down to the last feather!]

But regardless, with the Church's intervention, Italy went from being a complete loser to a small winner...

"I see."

Kavali exhaled.

"Tell His Holiness the Pope that Italy accepts the mediation."

Thank you for your understanding.

beep.

The phone hangs up.

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

Then, Cavalli grabbed a pen from the table and slammed it against the wall.

Snapped!

The pen broke in two.