I impersonated God in America

The staff around him were still frantically coordinating frontline firepower.

"General! The gap in firepower at the front is widening. Even with the addition of those two superhumans, we can only block part of the giant's remaining power. The giant itself is completely unaffected! Fireballs are still spewing out. We can't hold out for much longer."

"I see."

Kavali remained silent, took off his general's hat, and prepared to get up.

The assistant suddenly received a phone call.

"Please wait... What?!"

He jolted up from his chair.

His fingers lingered on the headphones for a while, then he slammed his fingers down on the keyboard in front of him, bringing a newly received video to the home screen.

"General, look!"

Kavali looked up and his eyes widened.

It is light!

Endless light!

On screen, Giovanni, holding the holy sword, strides unhesitatingly toward the lava giant.

As he moved, numerous points of light appeared in the void, slowly converging on the Holy Sword from all directions.

"My God..."

Chapter Fifty-Two: The Holy Sword

"Run, everyone! That lava giant is coming!"

"I've fallen down, please, someone help me up?"

The evacuated crowd moved slowly along the main road in the direction of the port.

Beep!

The sirens of fire trucks and the engines of military trucks mingled together, and volcanic ash fell from the sky, turning everyone's hair and shoulders gray-white.

The entire sky was pressed down by black smoke, turning it a leaden gray, with dark red flames flickering inside the smoke layer.

The roads were already crowded with people heading out of the city, the cries of babies mingling with the honking of drivers' horns.

An elderly woman with a cross around her neck was trying her best to move forward in the crowd.

Her legs were no longer under her control, and the loose stones under her feet made it difficult for her to take a steady step.

[Is this the end for me?]

She leaned forward slightly, and just as her knees were about to hit the ground, a pair of hands caught her.

Her eyes widened.

"You...you're the one from Sardinia..."

Giovanni nodded slightly.

After helping the old woman to her feet, he continued walking forward.

The old woman then noticed that he was holding a golden holy sword.

May the Lord bless you, esteemed priest!

She subconsciously made the sign of the cross on her chest.

【What's this?!!】

A point of light flew slowly toward the holy sword in Giovanni's hand as she made the sign of the cross.

She opened her eyes wide again, looked down at her chest, and then at the light that was drifting away.

She seemed to have understood something.

The light spots merged into the sword, radiating layers of halos.

"Look, everyone!!"

People around noticed it at the same time.

The young man carrying a travel bag stopped and momentarily let go of his girlfriend's hand.

The middle-aged man holding his daughter lifted her up a bit, watching the old man walking alone against the flow of people towards the volcano.

No one went up to disturb him.

The crowd spontaneously parted to both sides, making way in the middle of the main road, which was packed with refugees.

It resembles a path of saints.

Hallelujah.

Someone whispered.

Then came the second, and the third.

Many more people are making the sign of the cross on their chests.

They remembered the light on the coastal highway, and the countless people who had been restored from the stone statues on Sardinia.

Spots of light kept emerging from the crowd.

From the old woman's chest, from the shoulders of the middle-aged man holding his daughter, from the fingertips of the girl reciting the Rosary.

All the points of light were drifting in the same direction, merging into the ever-widening pale golden river of light.

It was as if they were following the silhouette of a saint wielding a holy sword.

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Wenban squatted under the awning of an abandoned gas station, holding up a selfie stick.

Fireballs continued to erupt from the crater, crashing onto the ground and exploding into bursts of orange-red flames.

The wreckage of two Typhoon fighter jets was still burning on the hillside, and military Apache helicopters hovered low in the distance, not daring to approach.

Two superhumans ahead were constantly using threads to help the survivors and using flames to block the aftershocks of the giant's attack, but against a fire meteor of that size, the fire pillars could only block a portion of it.

The loose gravel continues to destroy roads and houses.

"Gentlemen! The military's missiles all hit their targets! But did you see that? It didn't even flinch!!!"

"F*** you! You're so thick-skinned!!!"

"How are we supposed to fight this way?"

The comments section was flooded with messages.

[Run, streamer!]

This is dozens of times bigger than that snake in Sardinia!

Even the military's missiles couldn't penetrate it; those two superhumans must be having a hard time too.

[Host, you're too close to the crater right now!]

Wen Ban swallowed hard.

"Friends, you seem to be right... Wait! This is... light?"

His voice trailed off.

Numerous points of light were passing overhead and converging into the distance.

Light?!

He couldn't help but turn the camera around, and then he saw the old man.

Is it that old priest from Sardinia?!

Wenban felt his shoulders suddenly relax by half an inch.

Last time in Sardinia, it was this old man who stood on the coastal highway holding that holy lance and saved the entire coastline from petrification.

Thank God for His blessing upon us.

Just as he was feeling overjoyed, a booming sound came from afar.

The giant of the volcano suddenly spoke.

The sound came down from the mountaintop.

"It has finally appeared, the sealed artifact."

[Sealed artifact? What's that?]

Wenban hadn't reacted yet.

The giant pressed his right hand down.

Flames surged from every crack in its rocky body towards the palm, while thick smoke and lava swirled and contracted wildly within its hand.

raging!!!

A massive flaming sword, its length beyond visual measurement, took shape in its hand. Black smoke swirled around the blade, and the air at the edge of the blade was baked into visible distorted ripples by the intense heat.

In the center of the sky-covering black smoke, before the sword was even swung, its terrifying power made Wen Ban's fingers tremble.

raging!!!

"go to hell!"

The next moment, the giant raised his sword high and then slashed it down.

The flaming giant sword, enveloped in thick smoke, pressed down towards the mountain peak.

The points of light in the sky that were still converging towards Giovanni were swallowed up the moment they touched the outer edge of the flaming greatsword, leaving not even a trace of light behind.

"What do we do? What do we do? This sword is too big! It's impossible..."

Wen Ban's voice cracked.

Pacco, below, couldn't help but look in horror at the flames streaking across the sky.

Was that giant just putting on an act all along? Was he waiting for the sealed artifact?!

After all, looking at the terrifying force sweeping overhead, he didn't even have the confidence to block it for a moment.

The next second, a loud voice echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

This captivated everyone present!

And even the countless believers around the world who are watching the live broadcast right now!

"Lord! Witness my loyalty and faith throughout this journey!"

The next moment, Giovanni's stigmata suddenly exploded, and cross-shaped golden light patterns spread from his hand to his entire arm.

The power of will was frantically transmitted from the void.

Click!

The thick layer of rust covering the sword broke apart at that moment, finally revealing the sword's true form.

A sharp and dazzling sword blade.

A sword hilt made of gold.

The hilt of the sword is inlaid with magnificent crystals.

Under the light, the flow of blood could be faintly seen on the sword.

A tooth can also be faintly seen in the crystal.

With Giovanni's swing.

The holy sword was enveloped in countless points of light.

The light transformed into a torrent, colliding head-on with the massive flaming sword that was slashing downwards.

It was like the breath of a star in an instant.

Hiss!

The stalemate lasted only a moment.