I impersonated God in America

"Keep bombing! Don't stop!!!"

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Lynn leaned back in her chair with her legs crossed, coffee and pineapple pizza on the table in front of her.

That's about it.

Despite the number of Willpower on the system panel surging wildly.

Do you want to save it?

But that's a flawed way of thinking.

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub.

A large amount of willpower flowed into the battlefield.

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Rome Command Center.

"The target's mobility was severely impaired, and its skin had suffered extensive damage."

Cavalli tapped his finger on the table.

In just a moment, he obtained the information that was most needed at that moment.

What is the current status of firepower consumption?

"We only have less than 60% of the original ammunition left. Although the supply lines are operating at full speed, it is estimated that it will still take several minutes to fill the gap."

"What about the stone snake?"

"The result was better than we expected; the enemy's regeneration speed was starting to fall behind our firepower."

What are the results of the timeline calculations?

"The stone snake will be the first to give out."

"Very good, assistant, go and fetch the bottle of champagne from my office."

Cavalli was very satisfied, knowing that this might be the first successful case of a supernatural capture, and he was destined to go down in history.

Stone slab? Stone snake?

I want them all!!!

The analyst in the front row suddenly stood up from his chair.

"wrong!!!"

"Look, the rubble on the ground seems to be moving."

All that can be seen on the screen is this.

Countless shrapnel, debris, and rocks began to rise from the ground.

It then attaches itself to the snake's body.

layer.

Two layers.

The snake's body, which was originally nearly twenty meters long and covered with countless rocks, began to expand wildly in an instant.

Twenty meters.

Fifty meters.

One hundred meters.

Crunch!

The steel cables all snapped.

The hydraulic arm was pulled into scrap metal.

The engineering transport vehicle overturned and slid into the ruins.

"Boss, I've brought the champagne!"

The assistant, somewhat bewildered, looked at Cavalli while clutching the champagne bottle in his arms in the quiet command room.

"Um, should we still open the champagne?"

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Organization Decides to Send You to Kill the Stone Serpent

Behind the cave, a gravel path leads to the sea cliff.

Bishop Paul walked between four gendarmes.

The hem of his holy robe fluttered in the sea breeze.

The pottery bottle lay quietly in his arms.

[A prophet who has lived from the apostolic era to the present.]

Behind him, two engineers carried a transport container and carefully walked out of the newly cleared passageway.

Inside the shipping container was the stone slab wrapped in the shroud.

Bishop Paul took a few steps forward and glanced back in the direction of the cave.

The sound of gunfire continued to come.

But none of that mattered to him.

[Just take this bottle back...]

He took a deep breath.

The Church will return to the forefront of the transcendental world.

He was calculating what he would do after arriving in Rome.

They requested that the Pope personally preside over the first formal inquiry into the prophet in the bottle and that a new special research group be established within the Pontifical Council for Archaeology.

The Pope promised that he would personally oversee each of these tasks, and that each one would be enough to get his name written into the next edition of the Apostolic Annals.

He will be a strong contender for the next pope!

Especially since the Church is about to restart the Extraordinary, and he has the opportunity to become Pope, wouldn't he be...

Can you get a VIP ticket to heaven?!

Hehe, I still get a little excited thinking about it now.

Crunch!

Suddenly he stopped.

Four military policemen simultaneously raised their guns.

A dozen meters ahead, next to a basalt boulder riddled with holes eroded by the sea wind, stood a young man.

He wasn't particularly tall, and he was wearing a dark coat that was soaked through with seawater.

His hair was wet.

He stood there.

Xu Ge looked at the wary crowd in front of him and slowly extended his hand.

"Hey soldier, give me the stuff!"

The military police captain looked at the man in front of him with some vigilance. Although he didn't know the man's identity, there was only one possibility for him to get in here from the encirclement.

The other party is not simple.

“Friend, you know the rules. This is spoils of war from the Italian government.”

I knew you'd say that.

He walked slowly toward the two engineers carrying the transport boxes.

A military policeman pulls the bolt of his rifle.

His feet instantly transformed into a snake's tail, which suddenly slammed into the ground from under his trouser leg, creating a shallow crater.

The rifles in the hands of the four military policemen were simultaneously swept through the air by the snake's tail.

Four extremely crisp metallic clangs rang out in succession, and four guns flew from four hands, neatly embedding themselves in the sediment of the gravel beach in front.

No one has fired a single bullet yet.

Bishop Paul instinctively took half a step back, protecting his chest.

His lips moved involuntarily, as if he wanted to make the sign of the cross, but he found that he couldn't free his hand.

[A living, extraordinary individual.]

He stared at the snake scales rising on Xu Ge's arm and his vertical pupils.

[It doesn't look like a forbidden creation like the Stone Serpent? And it just transformed from a human?]

Xu Ge did not look at Bishop Paul.

He walked up to the transport container, and the two engineers automatically stepped back three paces.

He opened the box lid, lifted the lead film, and peeled back a corner of the Turin hominid cloth covering the stone slab.

"My friend, the outside is full of soldiers! Going out now will only make things more dangerous."

The military police captain's earpiece clearly transmitted a voice; it was Calabresi.

"I think you must be Italian too. I hope you won't act impulsively. How about you consider joining the officialdom?"

"Perhaps we can sit down and eat Margherita pizza together."

"Perhaps a little earlier, we could have really become colleagues, but now it's too late."

"what?!"

The next moment, Xu Ge decisively broke off the owl's feathers.

The light outlined a door in the air.

"F*** it! Get on the Ministry of National Defense right now!"

"Our slate has been intercepted!!!"

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Rome, Ministry of Defense Crisis Command Center.

At that moment, everyone in front of the screen heard Cavabretch's hoarse roar.

"F*** you! We've been ripped off!"

The adjutant switched to another channel, "I'll call the Papal States right now and get the stone tablet back..."

"How do we pursue them? That door clearly possesses some kind of spatial ability."

"What if they haven't run far..."

“We’ll talk about that later,” Kavali said in a hoarse voice. “Although the stone slab is gone, the most urgent thing right now is the snake.”

On the large screen, drone footage showed a giant snake covered in rubble and steel slowly rolling through the woods from the perimeter of the cave entrance.

Keep in mind that this snake was very close to the direction of the Gulf of Cagliari, and only a few kilometers away from the outskirts of the city.

"Order all units to stop that snake outside the city at all costs."

An information analysis assistant standing in the last row suddenly stood up from his seat.

"General! Social media platforms on the internet have spread everything that's happening along the Sardinian coast—no! The entire northwest coast. Someone took a picture of that snake from the balcony of a high-rise building in Cagliari."

"The hype is basically unstoppable."

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On the west coast of Sardinia, along the coastal road leading to Cagliari.

The high beams of civilian vehicles created a chaotic scene on the road.

"My God, what is that?"