I impersonated God in America

"Let me end all of this."

"It's been so long since I've held this sword."

"Unknown priest, thank you for your requiem, which made me remember my name in the very end."

He raised his holy sword, facing the flaming sword that descended from the sky.

"Roland".

Chapter Fifty-Four: Slash

St. Mary's Church.

"It's rebounded!"

Lynn unfolded the system panel, and the number of wish power numbers kept rising.

Because the church wanted to give Giovanni a dignified exit, it poured all available media resources into the project.

No other miracle can compare to this moment; the audience density has reached its peak, and the emotional tension has been pushed to its limit.

The sword that Giovanni just swung...

Although a large amount of willpower was consumed, it only took a moment before it rebounded as if it had hit rock bottom.

They recouped all the vows they had invested, with interest.

Thinking of Giovanni's current physical condition, Lynn couldn't help but shake his head.

Consider this my act of pity.

The diseased fruit was placed in the slot.

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"It's actually Paladin Roland... cough cough."

Giovanni was completely overwhelmed, but he still stared in shock at the knight in front of him.

I couldn't help but call out the other person's name.

He looked at the knight in front of him, wanting to say something, but a sharp pain in his abdomen made him swallow his words.

Then he saw it.

Roland slowly extended his hand, which was covered by an ancient arm guard, and placed it on his lungs.

Wisps of black mist drifted out in front of him.

The church's high-ranking officials and the pope couldn't help but exchange a glance.

They seemed to understand what Roland was doing at that moment.

"Do you think this paladin might be treating Bishop Giovanni?"

"You know, late-stage lung cancer is basically..."

"You yourself said that this refers to modern medical technology."

The Pope shook his head.

He then looked at Giovanni on the screen with a serious expression.

[This is outrageous! Can a mere paladin really do that?]

On the other side, the black mist dissipated.

huh... huh...

Giovanni suddenly felt his breathing become easier.

[It actually works!]

He looked up, staring wide-eyed at the semi-transparent knight in front of him.

Just as he was about to speak, Roland gently shook his head, as if asking him to wait a while.

He then turned his body around.

The Durandal in his hand spun in an arc.

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Rome, Ministry of Defense command center.

"Roland".

"The legendary holder of Durandal was the leader of Charlemagne's twelve knights, who, according to legend, died in battle at the Longsevo Pass."

"In order to prevent the weapon from falling into the hands of the enemy, he tried to destroy Durandal, which was given to him by the Archangel, before he died, but he failed to destroy it and the holy sword was lost."

"Wait a minute, isn't Durandal in France? I remember it's that cliff in Rocamadour, right? There are still tons of tourists who go there every year."

"You may not know this, but Rocamadur's sword is actually replaced every few hundred years."

"Besides, if you think about it for a second, you'll realize that the sword couldn't possibly have stood there from Charlemagne's time until today without breaking. It's just a man-made tourist attraction."

"So what's the situation with the real one in the old priest's hand now?"

"You know it's genuine."

"..."

The professor pushed his reading glasses up a bit more on the bridge of his nose.

"The story ends with the true holy sword disappearing after Roland's death."

"However, there are two main accounts. One is that Charlemagne sent people to retrieve the Frankish royal armory from the battlefield, but later historians searched through the oldest inventory list of the Carolingian dynasty and found that Durandal was not on it."

"Another possibility is that the angels themselves took the sword from Roland's body."

"Now that he himself is standing on the crater with that real sword, the truth is obvious."

"But if Roland is dead, who is on the battlefield now?"

"That illusory figure looks exactly like a legendary soul, doesn't it? And since the true ending is that an angel descends, it's not impossible for the other party to survive as a soul, is it?"

"It could also be an arrangement by angels."

Rumble!

Everyone's attention was simultaneously drawn back to the screen.

The giant raised his second flaming greatsword high.

This sword was larger than the first one, and the black smoke swirling around the lava was faster. The air at the edge of the blade was baked by the high temperature, creating visible twists and ripples.

As the giant sword ascended, the rubble on the mountaintop was sucked up from the ground by the wind pressure, rolled back towards the sword, and then burned into grayish-white powder in mid-air.

The remaining wild olive trees on the hillside spontaneously combusted in the afterglow of the high temperature, and the entire forest was burned into a continuous orange-red fire in the sea breeze.

The branches twisted and deformed in the flames.

"Why do I feel that this sword strike is stronger than the one before?"

Cavalli's throat moved.

"It already used up some of its power when it clashed swords with the old priest. But why? Because its power in this attack seems even greater than before, even when it's weakened!"

The analyst in the front row ripped off his headphones, and the sound crackled.

"Let them vanish completely!"

The next moment, Roland swung Durandal away from in front of him.

Completely different from the torrent of holy light released by Giovanni.

Roland's strikes were pure slashing.

Zizizi!

A visible, transparent shockwave appeared in the air along the path the sword's blade had traversed, spreading forward from the tip of the sword.

The surrounding rubble was swept into the air by the shockwave, tumbling down along the direction of the transparent slash mark.

Buzz!

The wind pressure exploded from the mountaintop in all directions at the same time, blowing Giovanni's white hair backward and sweeping away the surrounding volcanic ash.

next moment.

The giant's flaming greatsword was completely destroyed the instant it made contact with the strike.

Rumble!

Flames shot out to both sides, crashing into the volcano's scree slope and blasting open a scorched crater.

"What?!!"

The giant instinctively tried to pull its remaining arm back to its chest, but the slash pierced straight through its torso from the front.

A few moments after the slash ended.

Black smoke, carrying fragments of shattered lava, gushed from the giant's back and continued to fall to the ground.

But the slashing did not stop.

The transparent shockwave continued to extend backward, past the crater behind the giant, and over the sky completely obscured by black smoke and volcanic ash.

It cleaved directly into the Tyrrhenian Sea.

Rumble!

The sea surface was vertically cut in half, and the seawater rolled to both sides, exposing the seabed rock, which remained in a vacuum for several seconds before the waves crashed in.

Glug glug.

The surging waves crashed violently against both sides of the fissure, and the bursting white foam stretched from the open sea all the way to the remote camera at the crater observation station.

"Quack~"

Seagulls circled and cried out above the crevice, but because a whole patch of footholds had suddenly disappeared, they couldn't land at all.

"What?!!"

Everyone in the command room stood up at the same time.

Kavali couldn't believe what he was seeing; it was like a dream.

Are we really the same species as this?

"How much destructive power does this sword have?"

"How am I supposed to account for this? You saw it yourself!"

"I'd believe you if you told me this is a humanoid Gundam."

"Wait! You mean Charlemagne, with monsters like this under his command, couldn't he just sweep the enemy aside?"

"There are more experts?"

Chapter 55 At Least We Still Have a Hat

Gudong.

Pakko swallowed hard.

Whether it was the initial beam of holy light that shattered the flaming greatsword, or the subsequent slash from the paladin,

It was practically a natural disaster.

He couldn't imagine that this was something that could be achieved by human power.

The strongest enemy he had ever encountered was the bull-headed demon whom he had toyed with like a bull in a bullfight.

Although it's strong, at least the difference is one that can be recognized by the naked eye.

But what does that mean?!

Now, looking at the seawater that was still flowing back in, he felt that he and the other person were on completely different levels.

The difference is too great.

A thought suddenly popped into my mind.