I impersonated God in America

Whoosh.

The spear was thrown out and accurately pierced the old wound in the Minotaur's chest that had been torn open by an armor-piercing bullet.

The wire gun tore through the muscle bundles and soft tissue of the chest, and the Minotaur's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Inside the command vehicle.

"The target's breathing rate changed drastically. The wire gun hit the gash created by the armor-piercing round, tearing through deep muscle..."

"Hey, Colonel, this guy is stronger than we thought, and it seems he's not opposed to cooperating with us. Maybe we can negotiate our first superhuman?"

Colonel Neville put down his headset.

"Let's get the situation organized. We'll go in and talk to him in a bit."

He had just taken a step when everyone in the car heard a very soft clapping sound.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Colonel Neville's finger was resting on the call button, and the air fell silent for a moment.

Gray smoke could be seen slowly seeping into the basement from cracks in the ceiling, seeping in through the walls, ventilation ducts, and gaps in the wire mesh on the steel frame that were not yet tightened.

A tall figure emerged from the thick smoke.

Pointed ears, long, curved horns, and dark gold vertical pupils.

His clothes were impeccably neat, and he was removing a pair of dark gray gloves from his fingertips.

The Minotaur lay panting on the ground, the still-burning wire gun embedded in its chest.

The newcomer swept across the bull-headed demon on the ground and the lingering web of wires that had not yet completely dissipated throughout the room.

He paused for a moment.

"I really didn't expect Lord Asmodeus to act so quickly. The Thread Spiders have already left their mark on this city. Perhaps my coming here was unnecessary."

"This minotaur is a low-ranking demon within Lord Baal's territory. For some reason, it accidentally crossed the spatial rift. I hope you won't mind if I come to retrieve it."

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No way! Those are spoils of war from America!!!

Wait, what did that guy just say?!

Colonel Neville abruptly put down the walkie-talkie, only then realizing what had happened.

Asmodeus?

Even though he wasn't very familiar with mythology, he knew the weight of this name.

The demon of the Seven Deadly Sins?!

How did New York get involved with these monsters?

And the name Bali sounds familiar? I feel like I've heard it somewhere before?

"What are you waiting for! Immediately notify your superiors to prepare fire support."

"We've encountered a large truck."

Chapter Thirty-Five: Fruit Awakening Failed

Inside the command vehicle.

Colonel Neville stared at the tablet screen.

The guy who stepped out of the gray fog stood opposite the mysterious masked man.

Another demon...

The demon lightly touched the shoulder blade of the panting minotaur demon on the ground with the tip of its boot.

"I didn't expect this guy to be so stupid as to be pulled over by a human summoning circle."

He raised his dark gold vertical pupils and swept them over the spool of thread that was still slowly spinning on Pacco's wrist.

"Your net-weaving skills are quite good. You must be one of Lord Arachne's personal servants."

Pac didn't speak.

[A web? You don't mean the modern composite thread on my wrist, do you...]

【really.】

Tom's voice came up.

He mistook you for one of Asmodeus's spider minions. Actually, the silk-manipulation I gave you originated from this monster; perhaps it was because your abilities were completely identical to those of that mid-level spider demon that he immediately recognized them.

"So what did he mean when he said, 'Lord Asmodeus acted swiftly'?"

[This means he thought this area had already been occupied by Asmodeus. However, this is probably just an excuse to avoid conflict. Ignore him; since he said he was only there to retrieve escaped goods, let's go along with what he says.]

Pac was silent for two seconds.

Then he let his wrist hang down.

"When this bull barged in, it disturbed my warning line, so I came to see what was going on."

The Great Demon nodded slightly.

“I understand. The intelligence of the minotaur servants is indeed not commensurate with their physique. Since the spider web covered this block first, I will follow the rules.”

He pulled his right hand out of his glove, spread his fingers, and pointed it toward the still panting bull-headed demon on the ground.

The minotaur's mutilated chest heaved violently twice as it sensed the approaching hand, but it did not struggle.

Its dark red eyes stared at the hand, like a hunting dog recognizing its master.

The light of the teleportation array slowly unfolded beneath his feet, and gray smoke surged back from the cracks in the four walls.

Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, and his hand stopped in mid-air.

"Please convey to Lord Asmodeus that His Highness the Son of Baal's vanguard will temporarily halt its advance toward New York. We respect Lord Asmodeus's mark. Also, please ask him to reconsider the matter we discussed at the border of the Ring of Lust."

"Okay, I'll pass it on."

Pak answered calmly.

The great demon's finger stopped a few inches above the minotaur's fur.

He slowly pulled his hands back into his gloves.

"You have a good memory."

Hearing the tone of the other person's voice, Pakko felt uneasy for some reason.

next moment.

"First of all, intermediate-level spider demons are not qualified to participate in negotiations at the border of hell. Secondly, what I just said was entirely made up on the spot."

The Great Demon turned around, his dark gold vertical pupils staring straight into the eye sockets on Pakko's mask.

"You are not a member of the Thread Spider's retinue at all."

"It's quite rare to find someone who has stolen the spider silk abilities of the Thread Spider clan and even replicated its essence."

"I remember it was ancient Greek receiving magic, right? Also, your acting was quite good just now."

Ancient Greek receiving magic?

Pacco recalled what Tom had told him about its origins; it was indeed an ancient Greek academy.

What was it called again? I think it was called Circe Academy?

Is this magic that allows the other party to obtain power from a demon?

"Looks like I guessed right."

His right hand was pulled back out of the glove.

This time, what he condensed in his hand was not smoke, but a very deep dark red light.

The ball of light hovered above the palm of the hand.

"The clans of hell only ever have one way of dealing with guys like you."

"Unfortunately, the teleportation has already been initiated, so I cannot handle it personally."

A dark red light of blood was slammed into the chest cavity of the Minotaur Demon with his palm.

Moo!

The minotaur's body began to swell wildly.

Before the light from the teleportation array engulfed everything, the demon's words slowly drifted out.

"As the price for deceiving me."

"This is a gift of parting."

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Over New York.

Two UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters flew low over Manhattan.

"Sir, ground infrared... something is moving! And that thing is much larger than previously reported."

Boom!

In the distance, the roof of an abandoned warehouse was completely ripped off from the inside.

The corrugated iron sheet was flung into the air like a piece of paper.

An arm emerged from the rift.

Following closely behind was a pair of cow horns.

The thick horns propelled the remaining roof structure upwards, and an angry head slowly rose from the rubble.

Everyone saw a terrifying figure gradually appear.

That figure was nearly ten meters tall.

"Didn't they say it was only two meters?!"

The passenger's voice cracked.

My thumb was frozen on the joystick, and my palms were sweaty.

"Hey buddy, relax." The captain on the right gripped the walkie-talkie tightly and shoved his co-pilot's shoulder. "You know, we're in the air. What difference does two meters or ten meters make to us?"

The assistant helped put the headphones on securely.

"That's true, he's still a ground target after all."

"Maintain altitude and wait for command..."

"Attention all air units," Colonel Neville's voice cut in. "Use your high-altitude advantage to initiate probing fire. Do not descend to low altitudes."

"Roger that!"

The two Black Hawk helicopters, each armed with an M134 mounted on its side door, opened fire simultaneously.

The ammunition belt drew continuous orange-red streaks in the air as hundreds of bullets struck the Minotaur's shoulder and neck.

The fur was torn apart, and the bullet stopped after penetrating the muscle layer.

The muscle tissue at the edge of the bullet hole re-contracts at a visible speed, pushing the bullets out one by one.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

Shell fragments were scattered along the way.

"The bullets can't penetrate! Even if they do, they'll be forced out!"

"Switch to Hellfire! Fire!"

puff!

The two missiles detached from the racks simultaneously, trailing white smoke as they hurtled straight toward the Minotaur's chest.