I impersonated God in America

When Tom was introducing the forbidden area of ​​the academy, he mentioned that the Giant Seal was one of the school's top secrets, and that only guardians knew about it normally.

He even knew that the seal had loosened today!

However, the other party did not expose me, which means my statement was correct!

Since we're going in different directions, I'm relieved.

The two nodded slightly under each other's cloaks and hoods, then turned to head toward their respective destinations.

"Ring ring!"

Pac stood there, stunned.

Damn it! I forgot to put my phone on silent?

[Pakko, stay calm.]

This thing must be an antique; I could probably fool them if I said it was a magic music box!

He was just about to offer an explanation.

The "Guardian" on the other side, who had just claimed to be going to reinforce the seal, also made the same reflexive move at the same second.

At this moment, both of them were in the same strange posture of taking out their phones.

The castle fell silent for a moment.

The next moment, the two subconsciously made the same movement, raising their heads.

Both sides paused for a moment when they saw the familiar face.

"Shouldn't you be in America?!"

"You're the reporter who interviewed me that day?!"

Xu Ge couldn't resist the urge to complain.

"Wait a minute! If you're so capable, why are you asking me to come to your door as a witness?!"

Chapter 46 Boss, have we gotten ourselves into trouble?

The military advance team had been walking for nearly half an hour after entering Shimen.

They walked along the brightest main path, the flashlight beams reflecting dark green serpentine patterns onto the stone walls on both sides.

"This castle has a very strange structure."

"And where did all the rooms in this castle go? They can't all be secret passages, can they?"

A young soldier unbuttoned one button of his bulletproof vest and crouched down, leaning against a stone wall carved with snake patterns.

"What kind of mess is this? I suspect we're just an abandoned suicide squad! I think we should just grab something and go back to report."

"Maybe I can even make it for the pasta dinner!"

He reached out to pat the wall behind him, but his hand landed on nothing.

Boom!

The stone wall behind him slid slowly to both sides along the central axis, and he leaned back, his helmet clattering against the floor tiles.

"You're alright..."

He opened his eyes.

The dome overhead was covered with faded star charts, and candles hung in mid-air, burning on their own.

A hat was placed on the stone platform in the very center of the altar.

It was ridiculously old; the brim of the hat was frayed, and the fabric was covered with dust that had been there for who knows how many years.

"Hey guys! Look what I found? A hat!"

Are you sure this isn't garbage?

"Idiot! You can't put trash in the middle of an altar? This place is eerie everywhere. Look at this hat, all alone here. It's obviously not simple. Trust me, taking it back will at least get you out of trouble."

The lieutenant took the hat off the altar and turned it inside out to look at the tag.

A line of very faint Greek letters was embroidered along the seam.

He couldn't understand it, so he turned the hat upside down and folded it, but the hat didn't react.

"Take it back first; this trip wasn't a waste after all."

Another passage.

Not long after Giovanni led his team through the stone gate, the stigmata in his hand began to glow.

The cross-shaped light pattern lit up on its own, and the light spread outward from the back of his hand along the direction of the blood vessels. He could sense that the light seemed to have a magnetic force.

It and one direction within the castle are attracted to each other like positive and negative magnetic poles.

At this moment, Giovanni finally understood what the prophet meant when he said there would always be a way out.

[I never expected it to be presented in this way.]

"Follow me."

Everyone remained silent the entire way.

The assistant monk was reciting the Rosary.

Two priests followed Giovanni, neither of them speaking, only the rustling of their boots on the stone bricks.

After all, they had come to the castle prepared for the possibility that they might never return.

Following the stigmata, they passed through an inconspicuous passage and entered the hall.

Candles also hung from the dome, their light illuminating the huge murals of ancient Greek mythology on the four walls.

Giovanni suddenly stopped.

A very faint grayish-white halo appeared on the surface of the mural not far from him.

The paint bulged outwards from the frame.

A humanoid silhouette dressed in ancient armor stepped out from the wall.

Everyone raised the sacred lamp at the same time.

The knight did not draw his sword.

He stood there, his armor covered in cracks.

His body would flicker every few seconds, as if he might disappear at any moment.

"I haven't felt the power of the Lord for a long time."

Giovanni lowered the sacred lamp a little.

[A knight connected to the Lord?]

He took a step toward the knight.

The knight did not draw his sword, and there was no aggressive stare behind his eyes.

He switched the rosary to his other hand and slowly made the sign of the cross in front of his chest.

"May the Lord bless you, esteemed knight. What is your name?"

The knight did not answer, but stood there silently for a long time with his head down.

"ro...ro..."

"I'm sorry, I've forgotten my own name. But all I know is that I must wait here for someone who possesses divine power."

"Tell him to go to the Lion House to replenish the power of the Holy Sword inside the Sorting Hat, otherwise the giants will break the seal."

"Is the Holy Sword in the Sorting Hat?"

“Yes, the hat is just a container. The sword is stuck in the hat. This sword is the core of the giant’s seal. You need to find the hat and infuse the sword with your spirituality.”

"We will."

The assistant monk quickly walked to Giovanni's side and lowered his voice.

"Your Excellency, we have the news. We must go to Gryffindor immediately; the seal could be sealed at any moment..."

"I know."

Giovanni stood still, staring at the armor that was about to fall apart. The knight's silhouette had faded so much that one could see the remaining paintings on the mural behind him through the breastplate.

“This man is our brother, and he has waited for the Lord for countless years. But before that, he should receive a blessing before he goes.”

He placed the holy lamp before the knight.

The orange flames trembled slightly, interspersed among the ancient murals and the tattered armor plates.

Giovanni placed his hands on his chest and began reciting the Requiem.

He had not personally presided over the Last Sacrament for someone for a long time; the last time was when he closed the eyes of an elderly parishioner in a rural parish some years ago.

When he read the line "May the angels lead you into heaven," he noticed the knight tremble slightly, as if in response.

The assistant monk whispered the final "Amen."

Giovanni made the sign of the cross on his chest and was about to bend down to lift the sacred lamp again.

"Cough cough."

Giovanni covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. When he took the handkerchief off, there were scattered bloodstains on it, but his expression remained unchanged.

The assistant standing nearby looked worried and wanted to step forward to say something, but Giovanni waved his hand.

"Let's go now, to Gryffindor."

"Hopefully, it's not too late."

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A temporary command tent for the Italian military outside the crater.

The on-site commander stared at the records in front of him.

A communications soldier nearby was transmitting various reports to the Ministry of National Defense.

“The military advance team, the Vatican task force, that extraordinary individual on Sardinia who can turn into a snake, and that masked guy in New York who can manipulate threads. At least two groups of extraordinary individuals have already gone in.”

"Can our heavy weapons get in?"

"The entrance is too small; armored vehicles can't get in, and helicopters can't take off or land inside the volcano. We can only rely on individual soldier equipment."

"Then how do we fight? Without heavy weapons, there might not be a single superhuman inside who can take on our entire team."

"It's not that weak."

The satellite phone rang.

The advance team leader's voice carried an barely suppressed excitement.

"Captain! We've got something good!"

"A hat specially placed on an altar—I bet this is definitely related to extraordinary items!"

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"Yes, we had a very fruitful harvest!"

The commander put down the phone, thinking about the promises the Ministry of Defense had made to him during the call.

He's about to get a promotion and a raise, become a high-ranking military officer, win the heart of a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reach the pinnacle of his life.

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

Just as he put the coffee in his mouth, he suddenly felt a violent tremor not far away.

[Was there an earthquake?]

"Sir, come out and take a look!"

"Hey! Soldiers, we are excellent Italian soldiers, don't panic if something happens!"

Slurp.

The commander put the rest of his coffee into his mouth, and just as he left the tent, he saw a giant lava hand suddenly emerge from the crater.