I impersonated God in America

The intelligence analyst in the back row watched as the child nestled into his mother's arms, and the mother kissed the child's forehead.

The scene made him take off his glasses, wipe his face with a handkerchief, and then put them back on.

She took a breath and started typing on the keyboard again to adjust the parameters.

"The petrification has been reversed and eliminated, it's unbelievable. That light can actually restore a person who has turned to stone from a mineral state back to living tissue."

"General, this completely violates the second law of thermodynamics."

"Are you sure you want to use thermodynamics to explain a gun that stabbed... came into contact with the Holy Son two thousand years ago?"

The analyst remained silent upon hearing this.

Returning to the scene, the white-haired cardinal still holds the lance of San Longino aloft, remaining motionless.

The hem of his robes billowed backward in the sea breeze, but his elbows did not tremble at all.

The chanting of the forty cardinals behind them continued.

Two sacred lamps burned on his wings, their flames narrowing into two cones in the strong wind.

The shadow of the cross was stretched out, extending from the sand beneath their feet.

"What is the effective radius of that light beam?"

The adjutant overlaid the drone's overhead data onto the edge of the screen, swiped his finger on the touchpad, and brought up the latest set of ranging readings.

"The maximum dispersion radius currently observed is still spreading several kilometers in the surrounding area."

"All petrochemical victims within the coverage area have been confirmed to have returned to normal vital signs."

"You know, although I don't really want to say it, it's really incredible."

Hallelujah.

At the control panel, a lieutenant staff officer subconsciously made the sign of the cross on his chest.

He was stunned after finishing the drawing, looking down at his fingers.

We are currently in a formal command post, and soldiers should avoid this idol worship attitude.

“It’s alright.” The staff officer next to him looked away from the screen and stared at the lieutenant’s right hand. “I almost couldn’t resist either.”

The adjutant looked around and couldn't help but glance down at Cavalli, then lowered his voice.

He mainly believed that what he said later should not be heard by too many people.

“General, if this footage is broadcast in its entirety, the Papal States will have a tremendous amount of influence at the negotiating table in all future negotiations involving supernatural events.”

"You should know that that gun is probably the only object in the world that has been publicly confirmed to possess supernatural abilities. If you also consider the ceremony of the College of Cardinals, it is almost proof of the extraordinary foundation of the Papal States."

"This matter has a huge international impact."

"What this means..."

"No need for 'ifs,' that blogger is still live streaming."

Cavalli put the pen back on the console.

"It's important to know that the live broadcast signal covers more than seventy countries. Now it can be said that almost all television viewers in Europe know what's happening in Sardinia."

"Especially after that white light appeared, it restored all the petrified people."

The intelligence analyst in the back row suddenly interjected:

"But I must add one point. So far, it seems that the gun's light can only eliminate petrification and resist corrosion; it itself has not caused any direct harm to the snake."

"What I mean is that although the petrification ability has been suppressed, the snake itself is not weak. The fact that it hasn't launched a new attack yet might be... waiting for something."

I know what you mean.

“The snake won’t stop.” Kavali exhaled. “Although it’s hard to say whether that gun can stop it once or a second time, things don’t always work that way. As long as we can suppress the stone snake from getting stronger, we’ll have the opportunity to provide fire support later.”

"It can't possibly continue to evolve while resisting the Church's suppression, can it?"

"Wait a minute!" The analyst's voice suddenly rose. "The image has changed! The target has become more powerful!"

He zoomed in on the satellite infrared image to full screen.

The stone snake is covering its entire body with the ruins of buildings on both sides of the road.

Whether it's steel debris, building fragments, or iron products, they are all being pulled by a suction force at this moment.

Then they moved in the same direction.

crunch.

The fragments collided and squeezed in mid-air, producing a sound that made one's teeth ache.

Even through the screen, you could feel that the situation on the scene was dire.

In the blink of an eye, it grew even bigger.

"Is this guy learning how to cope? It wants to absorb more matter to fight back!!!"

The assistant nearly dropped the champagne bottle.

Then everyone looked at Cavalli.

What a jinx!

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Wenban's phone camera was fixed on the white-haired priest still holding a gun on the distant highway.

"Brothers, did you see that? That gun restored the petrified people to life!!!"

His voice trembled slightly.

At this point, the comments section was no longer legible.

Countless words poured down from the live stream comment section, stopping at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The number of online users quickly broke through one level after another.

Wen Ban only glanced at it briefly before noticing that the number of followers on the backend was jumping up at an unimaginable speed.

You should know that he was just an unknown niche streamer before, and after the initial rise ended, his remaining viewership was barely enough to make a living.

He had never been watched by so many people in his entire life.

But he can't laugh at all right now.

Because he could clearly hear the sound of rocks crushing against each other.

"Oh no! That stone snake is moving again!!!"

The camera pans back to the coastline.

By this time, the stone serpent had already wrapped countless building wrecks around its back.

It's too big.

So large that drones have to be zoomed out to capture the entire scene in the viewfinder.

"Although the old priest was still holding the gun, the gun's beam had clearly dimmed!"

The white-haired cardinal still held aloft the spear of San Longino.

The hymns continue, and the cross remains at the forefront.

The light from the gunblade was still radiating across the entire coastline, but its frequency had visibly slowed down.

It gives people an increasing sense of powerlessness.

Is that all?

The stone snake not far away raised its head.

Boom!

As the stone snake moved forward, it crushed the obstacles, and the asphalt road surface cracked like a biscuit under its exaggerated weight.

"It's going to attack!!!"

Wen Ban's voice began to crack at this point.

Everyone in the command center looked at the screen at the same time.

Cavalli's fingers dug into the edge of the console, his nails becoming slightly congested with blood.

The stone snake opened its mouth, poised to strike.

Then everyone heard a sigh.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Descent of the Saints

Giovanni Marchetti held the San Longino spear aloft, his hands numb.

He didn't know if his fingers were still on the gun handle, or if his back was still on his spine; all he knew was that the gun still shone.

Before him stood the giant serpent.

The period of the dark golden halo on the blade continued to lengthen.

It won't stop; it's gathering momentum.

This gun can only be used up to this point.

He suddenly felt grateful.

It was addressed to Pope Urban IX.

It was the prophet Sibyl, whom they had never met before, who lived in the fork in the cave.

I've spent my whole life signing off on other people's miracles. Now I stand before a miracle myself, and God made me wait seventy-three years before placing this gun in my hand.

The giant snake raised its head even higher.

The helicopter hovered at a distance, not daring to approach.

The shadow of the stone snake covered his entire field of vision.

He will not put down his gun.

The gun broke.

Large pieces of iron peeled off from the deepest rust at the base of the gun blade, landing on the sandy ground in front of his toes with a very light tap.

Then comes the second piece.

The third film.

The gun began to crumble in his hand.

"Do not……"

Iron filings leaked through his fingers one by one.

Just the next moment.

He heard that sigh.

The entire Sardinian front heard it.

The moment the shards of the gun blade shattered completely at his feet.

The clouds were suddenly broken apart.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the clouds above Sardinia, and sunlight streamed through the gap.

Then Giovanni saw the figure that was gradually formed by countless points of light.

"This is……"

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Rome, Ministry of Defense command center.

"Can anyone tell me what this is?"

The analysts in the back row couldn't believe what they were seeing. Below the clouds, a structure composed of countless points of light gradually became clear.

It was a figure with a short sword at his waist and a long spear tightly gripped in his right hand.

"Hiss!! If I'm not mistaken, this armor should be the style worn by Roman centurions in the first century AD."