I impersonated God in America

"Rocks! That thing is moving! Bigger than a building?!"

"Are you really filming?!"

"I'm filming! I'm filming!"

On the distant sea, a terrifying rock serpent continued to slither through the forest amidst the bombardment.

Each explosion only illuminates its edges, allowing everyone to see the outline constantly expanding.

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"Sir, what should we do now?"

Kavali stared at the stone snake on the screen, which was getting closer and closer to the city.

I felt a little regretful about capturing the stone snake.

Of course, he also knew that what he regretted was the failure.

If he had another chance, he would still take action.

[Fxxk, if this can't be stopped...]

[Fixed! My hat!]

The next moment, the assistant's surprised voice came through.

"Sir! It's a call from the Papal States!"

"Give it to me! Hey hey hey!"

“Minister Cavalli, we are also aware of the seriousness of the situation. The Papal Council will go to the scene immediately. Please do your utmost to stop the stone serpent and minimize the damage.”

Kavali instinctively looked at the unstoppable stone serpent on the screen.

【Huh? I stopped the stone snake?】

【real or fake? 】

Chapter Twenty-Four: Mass

Emergency meeting room of the Relics Management Office on the third basement floor of the Papal Palace in the Papal States, 5:00 AM.

A certificate of approval for a sacred relic was spread out on the long table.

The name on it is San Longino's Lance.

Of course, some people may not be familiar with this name, but he has a somewhat well-known nickname.

The Spear of Longinus.

Historically, this gun broke into three pieces, which are now housed in Glastonbury Abbey in England, St. Peter's Basilica in the Papal States, and the Hofburg Museum in Vienna, Austria.

Of course, the whereabouts of the Austrian one, which was taken by the mustachioed man, are now unknown.

The Secretary General relayed Sibyl's words.

"Due to the loss of spirituality from the outside world, it is believed that the spirituality remaining in the church's relics is absolutely insufficient to drive it."

"But there's always a chance."

“In the process of performing sacraments, clergy members accumulate the power of the Holy Spirit invisibly.”

"This is enough to be the source of the relic's power."

To make a long story short...

“Alright, we need a holy relic and a cardinal-level clergyman to serve as priests. In addition, we need a large number of bishops, carrying heavy Bibles, and also send an entire choir.”

“This will require calling quite a few people, sir.”

“I know. Arrange me according to the Pentecost procession, with one more leader at the front holding a cross, and on each side a consecrated lamp.”

“A full Great Mass? Oh, I mean, on the battlefield.”

"Yes, sir, it's on the battlefield."

The secretary-general slowly twirled the silver fountain pen in his hand twice.

"So, how many cardinals are left in Rome?"

"About seven. If we can have enough time until dawn, we should be able to add four more."

"It's too late. This is enough. Let the other bishops take over."

"What about His Holiness the Pope?"

"The approval letter is already being handwritten."

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The coastal road on the west coast of Sardinia, 5:10 a.m.

The high beams created a chaotic mess on the road.

Wenban held his phone in front of his chest, his back pressed against the door of a Fiat abandoned on the side of the road.

He is a travel blogger who usually spends most of his time checking in at less-known tourist attractions.

300,000 followers.

It's a very ordinary number. Not large, but enough to fill one's stomach.

His original plan was to photograph the starry sky off the west coast of Sardinia tonight, but a cannonball just flew overhead.

If he hadn't been told it was a missile, he would have thought he'd encountered a meteor.

"fxxk! Did everyone see that?"

"The Italians actually dared to launch missiles around the city? Are they insane?!"

The screen shook violently.

On the distant sea, a giant serpentine silhouette appeared amidst the flash of the explosion.

The comments section was flooded with messages.

[F*** you! What is this?]

Godzilla?

Is this fake? A movie promotion?

[Isn't that an Italian army helicopter? A missile?! Are you serious, buddy?]

The number of online users jumped from two thousand to five hundred thousand.

Wen Ban swallowed hard.

Now he seems to understand why the Italians launched missiles.

He leaned his phone against the car door and used two fingers to steady the lens.

【will die. 】

But this is a once-in-a-lifetime live stream.

He didn't turn off the camera.

"This is Wen Ban, our guest reporter, reporting for you!"

"Everyone, I am currently on the coastal highway on the west coast of Sardinia..."

Unfazed by the countless bullets and serpents.

It only caused more gravel to rise from the ground.

Wen Ban's hands and voice began to tremble.

"It...it absorbed those stones! Its body is still growing!"

The scrolling of comments was so fast that it was impossible to see any individual message.

The number of online users exceeded 1.2 million.

"The army's artillery fire seems to be completely useless! It's still advancing!"

"F*** it! They're coming!!!"

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Rome, Ministry of Defense command center.

"General, a large number of civilian mobile phones are filming the target along the coastal highway."

"I'm out of ideas, let's just forget about it."

Cavalli turned to look at the back row, "What did the Papal States say?"

"A C-27J transport plane has taken off from Rome."

How much longer?

"Expected to arrive over Sardinia in a few minutes."

Kavali turned his gaze back to the giant snake on the screen, which was still expanding.

The other party is only one step away from the city of Cagliari.

"Tell the Papal States that we have cleared a runway for them at Cagliari Airport, and they can use it immediately."

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Coastal highway.

Wen Ban pressed his back tightly against the door of the abandoned Fiat, holding his phone up with both hands, the camera lens focused on the giant, expanding stone snake in the distance.

The number of online users has exceeded 20 million.

He had never even seen a fraction of that number in his entire life.

The barrage of comments piled up, prompting the server to implement bandwidth throttling.

Then he heard a musical note.

It came from a great distance, carried by the damp sea breeze of Sardinia's west coast before dawn, slowly rising from the sunken valley at the end of the coastal highway.

Latin?

Someone is singing.

He moved his phone camera away from the giant snake.

Turn towards the direction of the sound.

After a bend, the coastal highway passes through a natural depression with low limestone ridges on both sides. The road surface is pressed into a shallow arc at the lowest point of the valley.

The ridgeline was still somewhat dark at this moment.

But the sound is rising from the other side of the ridgeline.

A loud male voice sang in unison.

Wen Ban's hand trembled slightly.

The phone almost fell.

A point appeared on the ridgeline.

More precisely, it is an extremely small, fine black dot rising at a uniform speed from the back of the ridgeline.

His lens relentlessly focused on that black dot.

Then the black dot stretched out layer by layer upwards.

First, there's a short, horizontal silver rod, then the shaft, and finally a wooden handle at the bottom that's held in your hand.

cross.

A silver cross rises from the back of the earth.

Cut precisely vertically by the horizon, first the short side of the cross, then the long side, and then the priest holding it slowly crosses the ridgeline from the dark side along with his cross.

Then there are the lights.

After the cross crossed the ridgeline, two pale golden halos simultaneously lit up on its left and right sides.