I impersonated God in America

"Son of Baal! Accept my sacrifice, descend upon this land!"

When everyone turned to look, they saw Marcus raise his hands.

The external monitoring area on the secondary screen captured images of the airspace above the hotel.

A large, emerald-green door suddenly appeared.

Inside the door frame, a deep red vortex was slowly rotating.

The runes along the edge of the green door frame began to light up one by one.

Sacrifice...

The FBI agent on duty stared at the screen in silence for a long time.

"Boss, should we go to the site ourselves to try and win them over?"

"Idiot, they've already started sacrificing people, what are they trying to win over? Are they waiting to create monsters like last time?"

"We want to eat cake, not rush to take the blame!"

"Just hand it over to the Special Affairs Bureau."

Chapter Sixty-One: The Gates of Hell

Church guesthouse.

Just as Giovanni placed Durandal against the sword rack by the headboard, the sky in the distance outside the window suddenly changed color.

He walked to the window, looked at the giant gate above Manhattan, and frowned.

He already knew about the Minotaur, the Mysterious Demon, and the invasion of Hell before he came to America.

However, he felt he still had time to meet with the diocese bishop here first, sort out the matters of the interfaith council, and then go to see the situation on the Iroquois side in person.

After all, the Thunderer is a rare god-level being, and his appearance in the mortal world is of great reference value.

He still hasn't changed his clothes.

"Here it is?"

Giovanni took his phone out of his pocket.

“Your Holiness, I have arrived safely in New York, but I may now need to urgently seek help from the Prophet.”

"A green gate with a red vortex inside appeared in the sky above Manhattan. Yes, I suspect it has something to do with hell."

"I can stay in touch anytime..."

"What?! A high-level demon? From another dimension?"

Giovanni put his phone down.

Something terrible is about to happen.

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Pentagon.

"F*** you! They really don't let people rest!"

"I just got off work and this happened again. I haven't even had dinner yet! I'm really exhausted!"

James stared at the live aerial footage on the screen and muttered a curse under his breath.

"Assistant, arrange for someone to order a pineapple pizza from the shop next door!"

"Wait a minute, there's a high chance we'll be having a big meeting tonight. I'm letting everyone know in advance, and I'll also let the pizza shop next door know to prepare their ingredients in advance."

The gate hanging over New York on the screen, just by being there, evoked a profound sense of unease.

"Our people are already on site! Should we test them now?"

"They've already started offering sacrifices to hell, trying to summon demons. What are you still testing? Destroy them directly, and the ground forces on the other side are ready to attack at any time!"

As the order was given, several Apache helicopters carrying Hellfire missiles were launched toward the giant gate.

next second.

The missile went right through it?!

Boom!

The next second, the missile exploded directly in an open area, leaving a layer of scorched earth on the ground.

The floating giant gate remained completely still.

What's going on?

The think tank in the command center immediately erupted in discussion.

"What's going on? Why did the missile go through it?"

"Special powers of Hell?"

"If this is truly a product of hell, is it necessary to use special methods to destroy it?"

How will you know if you don't try?

"Look at that rune, it's constantly lighting up, just like a progress bar. I feel like we need to finish this quickly."

"Do you think it's possible that this is a false projection?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"You mean someone's using a fake projection to trick us into thinking it's the gates of hell? Are you kidding me? We're not stupid!"

The analyst tapped his fingers on the table, staring intently at the door on the screen.

"Having ruled out all the impossible options, I strongly doubt one possibility."

"When in doubt, quantum mechanics?"

"The level it exists at is not something we can directly physically interfere with."

You mean?

"Four-dimensional existence."

"This is the four-dimensional space hypothesis proposed by Einstein. If we establish a coordinate system, the xyz axes make up matter, and the world we live in is three-dimensional."

"But if we add another dimension on top of that, it becomes the fourth dimension, which is imperceptible to three-dimensional beings, just as a two-dimensional world cannot imagine a three-dimensional world."

"I now suspect that door is a product of four-dimensional space!"

[So, does this mean the legendary Heaven and Hell exist in four dimensions? That's why we can't find any information about them?]

Indeed, this explains why they can appear in any location.

[That makes perfect sense, absolutely perfect.]

But then, the entire command center fell silent.

They found that even guessing seemed to be of no use.

"Do we have any professionals left...?"

James's gaze suddenly swept over the Papal States dedicated line icon on the communication panel.

He slammed his hand on the table.

“The old bishop Giovanni from the Papal States just arrived in New York this afternoon! As someone who has solved two supernatural incidents in a row, he must have information.”

"But how do we get them to reveal information? Information about the extraordinary is definitely valuable, and the other party..."

The dial tone of the encrypted phone rang clearly in the command room.

"Sir, it's a call from the Papal States!"

Before I could even speak, Giovanni's voice came through the receiver.

"Regarding the gates of hell in the sky, if you trust me, my advice is to deal with it immediately."

James and his assistant exchanged a glance, slightly surprised.

[They actually chose to hand over their information to us voluntarily? Truly worthy of being recognized as a saint worldwide!]

"To make a long story short, according to the agreement between the three realms, if the beings of Hell want to enter the human world, the stronger the demon, the greater the restrictions they will face. Since the enemies that have appeared this time have already reached a level that requires the assistance of the Gates of Hell, then the ones that will appear next will at least be high-ranking demons."

"If the guy behind the door were to arrive intact, New York would be devastated, if not completely safe."

The command room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone instinctively looked at each other, their faces filled with astonishment.

[The covenant of the Three Realms? The rules for the descent of high-ranking demons?]

[We have absolutely no supernatural information here in America, and we always suffer huge losses when something like this happens!]

James was secretly surprised.

[Truly worthy of being a major religion with a history spanning thousands of years!]

It's important to understand that the Gates of Hell have only been out for a short time, so the other side couldn't possibly have had time to specifically research the information.

The fact that they could react so quickly only shows that this information is common knowledge to the Papal States.

With this in mind, James strongly suspected that countries with even a little historical background might have records of this information.

It's important to understand that even the worst of the major powers, the French, have a foundation in Celtic mythology.

[Damn it, are they all secretly waiting to see America make a fool of itself?]

Sigh, some things really do require finding a professional.

James put the receiver back to his ear.

"Bishop Giovanni, what should we do next?"

The sound from the receiver did not stop.

"Generally speaking, there are two methods. One is to have equal strength to attack the Gatekeeper of Hell, and then smash it from the outside."

"Another way is to directly stop the sacrificers at the gates of hell."

“You can look for him nearby. After all, according to the rules, he must stay near the Gates of Hell to maintain stability, so he definitely won’t go far.”

James suddenly remembered the Fire Man from the surveillance footage.

Stop them? Shoot them dead!

If something really goes wrong, he can't afford to take the responsibility.

His thoughts became clear instantly.

"Notify all frontline units! Begin the assault immediately!"

"Shoot that person dead at all costs!"

Chapter Sixty-Two: Even if I bear the weight of the abyss...

Pentagon, Special Affairs Bureau.

James stared at the screen and asked his assistant about the progress.

"Is the sniper team in position?"

"They've already taken their positions and the bullets are loaded."

"Very good, now the assault team prepares to breach the door. Remember your mission: draw the target's attention with all your might so the sniper can find the right angle and take him out with one shot."

The assistant pushed the firepower plan to the side of the screen.

"If only we could snipe it, we could get a complete superhuman corpse directly. You know, even though we've already experienced two superhuman events, the research material we have is still the blood of the snake people from back then."

"If we really get it, it will be a qualitative leap for our scientific research."

"So let the sniper try it first. If that doesn't work, we still have missiles."

"It's just a matter of one bullet, so it's a win-win situation no matter how you look at it."

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Clang.