I impersonated God in America

Giovanni gripped Durandal tightly, watching him cautiously.

What is that? Could it be related to the gates of hell?

He stared at the black mist, and they faced off for a moment.

[That's strange, this guy didn't attack me.]

Thinking about the strange situation just now, he couldn't help but ask first.

"May I ask who you are?"

But the figure in the black mist did not answer.

His body began to break down again.

The moment Giovanni blinked, the other person vanished completely.

[Holy Sword? Serpent? Defeat?]

Forget it, the most important thing now is to close the gates of hell.

He looked up at the gate in the distance, still able to distinguish between what was important and what was urgent.

Let's put it aside for now and ask the prophet when we get back.

Suddenly he felt a tickle in his nose.

"Achoo! Strange, is it too cold in New York?"

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Pentagon, Special Affairs Bureau.

James stared at the live feed of the hotel ruins on the screen.

By this time, the foam sprayed by the plane had covered most of the area, and the raging flames in the ruins were weakening at a visible rate.

"The fire extinguishing equipment is working better than we expected; it has basically suppressed the flames!"

"Brothers, I told you playing xx would be useful, right? Learn from this, it's called attribute counter!"

"This operation is of great reference value. If we encounter similar enemies in the future, at least we will know that our preparations will not be as passive as this time."

"Most importantly, our operation this time is likely to be the world's first successful case of suppressing a supernatural event entirely by military force!"

"Well done!!"

The analyst in the back row let out a long sigh of relief.

"It seems we were too conservative before. Sometimes direct bombing might be more effective. At least that way we can avoid those monsters' inexplicable special abilities."

James leaned back in his chair, his tense body finally relaxing slightly.

During this period, every time he sat in this chair to direct an operation, it ended in failure.

I'm almost developing PTSD.

Each time the president inquired about the progress, he would break out in a cold sweat and be unable to say anything.

After all, he hasn't produced any significant results so far.

Without tangible results, one lacks confidence.

Every time they are full of confidence, they are inevitably proven wrong later.

Now there's finally something he's solved.

"Write a detailed report for me after this operation concludes. Also, contact all media platforms regarding the results of this operation!"

"We finally won, shouldn't we give it a good shout-out?"

"When I leave the office tomorrow, everyone I meet will ask me: 'How did you know that our Special Affairs Bureau personally resolved the Hell's Gate incident that happened in New York last night?'"

"Everyone, remember to spread the word!"

"receive!!!"

"Sir."

The assistant's voice suddenly cut in from the side.

He pointed to the secondary screen on the side of the main screen.

"Aren't we getting excited too soon? Look at that door, the runes on it still seem to be glowing."

James turned his head sharply.

as predicted.

“The priest said that door can only be closed if the sacrificer is stopped. Since the runes are still glowing, doesn’t that mean…”

"F*** it, that sacrificer isn't dead! Stop celebrating! Keep increasing the dosage!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The bottom of the hotel ruins on the screen suddenly bounced upwards.

A towering column of fire erupted from the crack, melting everything that was pressing down on the ruins.

The pillar of fire was flowing.

A terrifying fire monster is slowly taking shape, looking like a giant slime.

[Does it look a bit like the fire demon from Howl's Moving Castle?]

A protrusion emerged from the flames and slowly touched the nearby bungalow.

Flames dripped continuously from the tentacles.

The dripping liquid ignited on its own upon hitting the ground, spreading and burning along the streets leading out of the ruins.

Everyone in the command room froze at the same time.

Those who were just raising their hands and cheering were now frozen in awkward silence.

"What is that?"

"Oh no! This thing is growing bigger by absorbing everything!"

James slammed his hand on the control panel.

"Since the firefighting equipment was able to suppress that fireman before, let's extend this approach and continue to mobilize equipment! Bring over all the firefighting aircraft that can be mobilized from the surrounding cities!"

The assistant pointed at the screen, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"Sir, if I may be so bold, have you observed its rate of consumption and growth?"

"I have a feeling that by the time our firefighting aircraft is dispatched from the surrounding cities to the scene, it will be too late. I bet it will devour this entire block in less than a minute."

As if in response, the monster of flames opened its massive maw.

He swallowed the entire bungalow whole.

Then everyone saw the bungalow being instantly torn apart, melted, and finally turned into fuel by terrifying flames after entering.

Then its size increased again, and its tentacles continued to extend.

"..."

"Okay, it's all been eaten."

"Hey, you know what, it looks pretty appetizing."

Snapped! ! !

"Are you talking to your mother? Hurry up and mobilize the fire department!"

Chapter Sixty-Four: It's So Good!

The White House, office.

The president's hand holding the microphone froze in mid-air.

James' voice came from the other end of the phone, with the sounds of alarms and keyboard clicks coming from the command center in the background.

"Say it again?"

"The assessment that just came from the Papal States indicates that the area behind the Gates of Hell is at least a high-ranking demon."

"For reference, it's roughly the size of the giant at its peak during the Vesuvius volcano. But that giant was trapped under the volcano for thousands of years, and it was already very weak when it came out."

"Therefore, the difference in their levels can be imagined."

The president held the microphone a little further away.

He had seen the video of Vesuvius, the giant. If it weren't for the Holy Knight Roland personally taking action, who knows how much damage would have been caused.

It's said that Italy is about to launch a full-scale attack.

Now, tell him over the phone that the enemy that might appear this time is half a level higher than that one?

Are they planning to drop tactical nuclear bombs in downtown New York City?

He'd probably have to step down the very next day if he did that.

"Can it be stopped?"

The assistant moved closer to the microphone from the side.

"Theoretically, it is possible, but only if there is enough time to bring all the fire-fighting equipment over."

"The problem now is that thing is constantly devouring buildings and growing wildly."

"The longer we deal with it, the larger its coverage area becomes, and the harder it is to eliminate."

"The Sacrifice is currently inside the Flame Monster. If we don't eliminate that guy, we won't be able to stop the Gates of Hell!"

“Once a high-ranking demon sets foot in New York, we might not be facing just one monster. According to the Papal States, a demon of this level will most likely bring an army of hell with him.”

[An army of hell?!]

The president pressed the microphone to his chest.

You have to understand that the previous minotaur demon had almost given them a lot of trouble.

You mean to say that monsters of this caliber could form an army and march into New York?!

hiss!

"Okay, I understand. I'll make the arrangements."

He stared at the lawn outside through the floor-to-ceiling window, placed the microphone on the table, and kept rubbing his temples with his fingers.

After hesitating for a long time, the assistant finally decided to take half a step forward.

"The conditions proposed by the Iroquois are the mayor's position, a seat on the city council, and the right to participate in consultations during major disasters. In my opinion, they are not asking for such an exorbitant amount."

"If I may be so blunt, Your Excellency, you wouldn't want New York to be invaded by hell, would you?"

The president stared at him, as if to say something.

【go out】

The assistant clearly understood, said nothing more, and slowly retreated to the door, gently closing it behind him.

crunch.

"Cough cough."

"Oh, it's me! Hahahaha! Old clan chief, you really have a bad memory. It's like this, about the Thunderbird matter..."

After a while.

"F*** you! You old bastard! You've got some nerve!"

Clang.

The first sound from inside the door was the thud of a chair hitting the wall from behind a table.

Then came a continuous stream of angry curses.

"&*￥#@@%&*!!!"

The Secret Service agents outside the door exchanged glances before silently continuing their security duties.

We didn't hear anything.