I impersonated God in America

Boom!

The first one exploded on its right shoulder, the flames engulfing the entire scapula.

The second bullet hit its abdomen, and the blast propelled its nearly ten-meter-tall body back two steps.

Boom!

It fell down, and the entire abandoned warehouse beneath it was smashed into a pile of rubble.

The brick walls were cracked, the steel frame was bent, and smoke and dust rose.

"Hit! Target down!"

Whoosh!

Before the co-pilot could finish speaking, a huge chunk of concrete flew out of the dust.

The pilot on the left jerked the control stick, causing the rotor to tilt and evade.

The helicopter on the right wasn't so lucky.

The second piece is located in the center of the tail beam.

Boom!

Flames exploded over New York.

The rotor blades traced chaotic arcs across the night sky as debris plummeted toward the Brooklyn waterfront, crashing onto the top of containers at the dock and triggering a series of dull metallic impacts.

Boom!!!

Gudong.

Looking down at his fallen comrades, the pilot on the left felt that his back was completely soaked.

"After this mission, I'm definitely going to apply for resignation when I get back!"

Chapter Thirty-Six: Heading South!

Inside the command vehicle.

Colonel Neville stood in front of the screen, watching the minotaur's body make a throwing motion on the screen.

With his other hand, he continued to pry a piece of building material out of the rubble next to him.

Guys, I'm already sweating.

"Two missiles hit, and not only can he stand up, but he can also knock down a helicopter?"

Oh ho ho ho, that's an exaggeration!

What kind of flesh strength is this?

The reason the last snake-man incident failed was simply because that snake-man's reflexes were too sharp; he was able to dodge bullets in advance using his physical strength and some kind of sensory ability.

However, according to reports, even a single shot from a sniper rifle can penetrate the arm.

What did he see now?

Are there monsters that can take missiles head-on?

Are you kidding me?

In the image, a pair of scarlet eyes emerge from the smoke and dust.

Then, a pair of cow legs took another step, casually clearing away roads and houses along the way as if they were toys and building blocks.

The collapsed houses along the street crushed the trees.

Many cars were even crushed by the other party's foot.

Boom!

Despite the vehicle exploding, the other vehicle's hooves remained completely unaffected.

Even under the light of the explosion, the expression on his face appeared even more terrifying.

What does this monster want to do?

As Colonel Neville was thinking this, he suddenly spotted the mysterious masked man in front of him, who was using silk threads to float between the buildings.

He suddenly remembered what the demon had said before he left.

This is a parting gift.

He seemed to understand the other party's purpose.

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Whoosh!

Pak could switch directions between the two apartment buildings.

When he discovered that the minotaur's body was expanding and his lines were unable to stop it, he tried to shift the battlefield outwards.

That area was too small to fully utilize his agility.

He moved while he pondered.

"May I ask you a question? What is the reason that the demon behind this is doing this?"

[There are rules about territorial divisions in Hell. If I'm not mistaken, he wanted to use the bull's head to test if New York had anyone who could expel it. If someone could kill it, it meant the city already had someone in charge; otherwise, if no one did...]

"If nobody cares, it's his territory."

[At the same time, the Minotaur can also be seen as an excuse to leave. After all, a low-ranking demon is just a piece of trash, and it's worthwhile to give yourself a way out.]

"It seems things are heading in the worst possible direction now."

[Right now, in their eyes, New York is just a chessboard square that hasn't been chosen yet.]

It seems the restrictions on that bet weren't as strict as we'd imagined, at least not for our subordinates.

Moo!

Pac suddenly noticed that the minotaur seemed to ignore the surrounding helicopters and was charging straight toward his position.

Is this guy chasing me?

"Run, everyone! There's a monster coming!"

"Hey! Get out of my way, you're blocking my car!"

Screams from the crowd and fire sirens echoed through the neighborhood behind us.

Turning his head, not far from the office building he was heading to was the old town's residential area. The horns of taxis blocked at the intersection blared incessantly.

A short distance ahead is a large residential area, and further ahead is the city center.

Pac stopped what he was doing.

Those rejected manuscripts, the victims turned away, and Estein who was silenced.

What is the purpose of having power?

Isn't it all for the sake of better realizing one's ideals?

If you want an easy victory, continue north; if you want to fight to the death for the residents, head south.

Pac adjusted the tension of the spool to the maximum.

The spool rotates at high speed, and the thread end is precisely attached to the steel structure facade of the next building.

He stared at the Minotaur in the distance.

He raised his hand and shot the line towards the bull's head, and his body began to swing again.

"Is there even a need to consider this? The answer is of course..."

He suddenly flicked the silk thread in his hand forward.

"southward!"

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Within the church.

Lynn picked up her coffee and took a sip.

[We've been busy causing trouble in Italy lately, neglecting the United States and letting them have some peace and quiet for a while.]

The Special Affairs Bureau has been frantically searching for clues about the supernatural ever since the Stone Serpent incident.

They guessed that the church must have a lot of clues, and that the Italian military must have also made a lot of gains from excavating the ruins after the Stone Serpent incident.

And they were still fiddling with the little snake-man blood they had left.

The official American assessment can be summed up in two words: very urgent.

They've been trying to find a way to create their own extraordinary test samples.

This group of people is really restless.

Lynn put the coffee back on the table.

He was conducting an experiment during this period.

In the past, the power of will was used to enhance the power of the fruit, but he recently discovered a special way to use it: to repeatedly stimulate the fruit with the power of will.

In a previous experiment, he discovered that the experimental subjects exhibited a phenomenon similar to the awakening of fruit.

This surprised and delighted him.

It's worth noting that very few people in the original work have awakened their Devil Fruit powers.

Of course, the main problem is that the requirements are quite demanding.

After all, awakening a Devil Fruit not only requires a very high level of physical fitness from the user, but also a certain degree of proficiency with the fruit.

His willpower can completely compensate for these two issues.

The only drawback is that it depends on whether the test subject has enough willpower.

It is theoretically feasible, but in practice it has not been so smooth.

He had previously given a mouse the Mouse-Mouse Fruit, and continued to stimulate its Devil Fruit with his willpower.

The initial results were very obvious.

But when the stimulation accumulates to a certain point, its body suddenly begins to lose control.

The rat's body began to swell continuously, but at the same time, its eyes became increasingly dull.

Even when bones pierce flesh, there is no reaction.

This reminded him of the prison guard beasts in the original story.

[A product of a failed awakening in a certain sense.]

Despite repeated failures, Lynn was not prepared to give up.

On the one hand, the energy expenditure is not too large, and on the other hand, the prospect of the experiment being successful is too tempting.

It's worth noting that Lynn usually wins mostly animal fruits in her raffles.

If the experiment to stimulate the fruit is successful, then the value of these fruits will skyrocket.

You could call me a stray dog ​​on the roadside, no problem.

But if you can wholesale awakened fruits, what should you call me then?

The king of cost-effectiveness!

In addition, the reporter's practical skills surprised him somewhat.

[Should I utilize the current composite lines to enhance my combat abilities?]

At the same time, with the infusion of willpower, the Minotaur's body continued to expand.

[Perfect for testing the strength of a failed awakening outcome.]

[And aren't these Americans trying to get involved in supernatural events?]

If you want it, how can I refuse?