I impersonated God in America

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"No matter what, the world's number one power is still the United States, and its existing political system still has a solid foundation."

Has His Holiness the Pope already decided on a candidate?

The Secretary of State, the Cardinal, did not answer.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze passing through the floor-to-ceiling window and landing on the white-haired old man on the training ground who was holding a sword with both hands.

"It feels like it's pretty close to being true."

On the training ground.

Giovanni gripped Durandal with both hands, the sword pointing downwards, his eyes closed.

The next moment, he opened his eyes and swung the sword upwards with both hands.

"drink!"

A sword aura cleaved from the blade, grazing the air as it extended forward, striking the thick metal plate in front of it, which had been specially moved there as a test target.

sizzle.

The sword energy sliced across the metal plate like a hot knife cutting into butter.

The entire metal plate was cut vertically in half, with a smooth and flat cross-section.

Giovanni looked down at the sword in his hand.

This period of exploration gradually made him aware of the triple characteristics that Durandal still retained.

First, there's the sword energy.

The strike that just cleaved the metal plate was as powerful as Roland's sword cleaving through the Tyrrhenian Sea.

However, he is still far from reaching the limit of his power.

Secondly, it involves the transformation into a blade.

He could sense that his body could become metallic at any time when he gripped the sword, which completely violated the objective laws of biology.

After transforming into a blade, it becomes impervious to swords and spears, greatly reducing the pressure on defense and largely compensating for the physical deficiencies of humans.

In addition, it also provided his physical body with extremely high basic attributes, which allowed him to jump directly onto the roof even when he was over seventy years old.

Their appetite has increased dramatically, and they're even willing to eat popsicles without any problem.

Not to mention his speed, even the best athletes can't outrun him.

Third is self-healing.

Durandal can repair himself by absorbing the power of metal.

At this moment, he finally understood why Durandal was known as the Unbreakable Blade in legend; the original saying was that Durandal's blade would never be damaged.

In retrospect, the facts differ from the rumors, but they are not entirely wrong either.

After all, a sword that can repair itself will not be damaged.

Giovanni lowered the sword to the ground and turned around.

"As expected of the legendary Durandal."

The Pope stood at the edge of the training ground, slowly strolling along the gravel path.

The old priest sheathed his sword, slightly lowered his grip on the hilt, and bowed.

“Bishop Giovanni, I need you to go to America on behalf of the Apostolic Church.”

When do we depart?

"Aren't you going to ask why?"

“I heard about the demonic invasion in America. In fact, even if you didn’t ask me to go, I would have brought it up anyway.”

"I can only say, as expected of you."

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Iroquois settlement.

"This one isn't either..."

The old team leader stood on the shelf, intently searching through the few remaining books.

Since paper did not exist in the Americas, they generally used books made of animal hides, such as those made from bison or other animals.

Clang.

Suddenly the warehouse shelves began to shake and then collapsed.

"F*** it! My back!"

The old patriarch was hit on the head by a book made of animal hide, his tone filled with anger.

He was about to throw the book away when he suddenly glanced at its contents.

His eyes widened instantly.

"This is... some kind of ritual?!"

Chapter Fifty-Eight Are you kidding me?

Pentagon, Special Affairs Bureau.

Does the funding cap for the PhD program need to be reassessed?

"no need."

"If Dr. Samantha's research direction can actually produce results, wouldn't the money spent on scientific research be more worthwhile than that spent on missiles?"

[Although I also suspect there's a hint of them trying to scam funding.]

[After all, bananas are the most compatible? This conclusion is really outrageous.]

If I weren't familiar with her and knew her character, I would have rejected her outright.

He pushed the signed documents to the corner of the table.

“Money is no longer the most important thing. As you know, we’ve been receiving quite a lot of sponsorships privately lately.”

The assistant nodded.

The amount of private donations to the Department of Defense in recent weeks has indeed reached an absurd level.

Besides them, the church received even more extravagant donations.

Those wealthy people have gone mad in their desire to board the ship to the new world.

"It's said that at a private auction last week, a cardinal's personal belongings actually fetched millions?!"

"This is a bit outrageous! I can't imagine how much those relics of saints could fetch!"

"You actually dare to even think about it? I wouldn't even dare to think about it!!!"

The assistant pulled the latest intelligence briefing out of the folder.

"I did some research later and found that this buyer had been keen on investing in anti-aging technology."

"That's normal, these old guys are most afraid of dying."

James closed the intelligence briefing.

He suddenly seemed to have thought of something.

"How's the investigation into that man with the silk threads going?"

The assistant took an encrypted file from the briefcase and placed it on the table.

The passenger list for flights and cruise ships flying from New York to Naples is being prepared.

Many of the passengers had notes on them.

“The man with the silk threads always appeared in different neighborhoods, and there are too many blind spots in New York’s surveillance system, so we could never keep up with his pace.”

"But this time he was really too flamboyant. He was involved in the Minotaur incident in Brooklyn and then he showed up at Mount Vesuvius."

The assistant pushed the flight list in front of James.

“We cross-referenced all passenger lists between New York and Naples, removed those who did not fit the body type, and then matched them with the passenger’s previous activity range in New York.”

"Among the remaining people, there is one whose characteristics match his very closely."

James opened the file folder.

A photograph of Parker Gatsby was inserted on the first page.

Next to him is his resume.

He was an investigative reporter for The Daily Bugle and a key figure in covering the Estein case.

Attached to the resume was a summary of Xu Ge's personnel file, in which a line was specifically marked.

On the night of Xu Ge's last public appearance in New York, Parker Gatsby visited his residence, requesting a joint exposure.

The two had direct contact.

Once could be considered a coincidence, but twice, three times?

What should we do?

James shook his head.

"The NYPD has given us a bad example. Their initial idea of sending negotiation experts to recruit snake charmers and offering gifts was good, but they didn't specifically analyze the other party's personality. Shouldn't we be more cautious?"

He made a dot next to Pacco's photo with his pen.

"Yes, but it's not really necessary. This reporter is different from the Snake Man. He took the initiative to help us stop the Minotaur in Brooklyn, and he also stood in front of the evacuation crowd at Mount Vesuvius. He is at least not hostile to us, or at least to the military."

"Moreover, he still disguises himself as a vigilante, which shows that he cares about his public identity, so let's go along with his wishes."

"How to do it?"

"Didn't he work at the Daily Bugle? He bought that newspaper and then put all the people there on our side."

"Let's talk about it after we get to know each other better."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I need to report."

"Our think tank suspects that New York may be experiencing a demonic invasion in the near future."

James sat up, his expression serious.

Hey, hey, hey, this is no joke.

What evidence do you have?

"Yes."

The assistant placed a live-streaming schedule on the table with a serious expression.

“Our think tank discovered that this influencer named Wenban has announced that he will be returning to New York next week and has issued a statement to prove himself.”

"So we suspect something bad is going to happen in New York."

What kind of bullshit basis is this?

Are you kidding me?

"We also think it's a bit mystical, but preparing in advance isn't a bad thing, is it?"

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Queens, New York.

The basement of a low-rent apartment.

Marcus sat on the edge of the bed.

He looked haggard, his eyes were deeply sunken, and half of his hair had turned white.

Looking at him like this, it's hard to believe he's only in his thirties.

The screen of the old notebook in front of him was displaying the annual financial report of a pharmaceutical company.

Fuld Pharmaceuticals.