I impersonated God in America

"The composition of the rainwater has been analyzed. It is ordinary freshwater with a neutral pH value and no special chemical additives."

"Then what's the reason? Don't tell me that ordinary water is more effective than our fire-fighting compounds?"

Suddenly, the assistant tapped the table and shouted excitedly.

"I understand! You see, the Thunderbird, the guardian deity of the Iroquois, is not only the embodiment of lightning, but also the guardian of order. It must contain the power of order, which is why this rain has such an extraordinary effect on the demon's flames!!!"

Lynn: Yes, that's the analysis.

"It seems to make a lot of sense."

"If rainwater contains some kind of ordering force, then it can indeed be explained."

"Why not consider it to be Thunderbird droppings?"

"what?"

"Ignore him." James shook his head and asked his assistant, "How much of the progress bar is left?"

"One-tenth, but at the current melting rate, the rain can completely extinguish the fire monster before the door opens."

The air in the command room immediately relaxed.

"We made it just in time, preventing the monster behind that door from coming out."

"Having said that, after this incident, can we basically confirm the special connection between the Iroquois and the Thunderbirds?"

"What I'm really curious about is how much prestige the Iroquois will achieve in New York after this incident is over?"

"Could it be that the Iroquois mayor of New York City is about to appear?"

"Hard to say."

James didn't participate in the discussion; for some reason, he had a feeling that things wouldn't end so simply.

"Great Son of Baal! Allow me my sacrifice to guide you to your arrival!"

???

"Damn it! That guy's insane! Didn't he summon demons for profit?"

"What kind of suicide is this? Is this guy a pure terrorist?"

The assistant jumped up from his chair.

He pointed at the shimmering, shrinking flames in the center of the screen, trembling with rage.

Deep within the flaming remains, a ball of flame barely maintained its human form. Suddenly, a green light shone from its chest.

The green light pierced through the rain, shooting straight towards the gates of hell in mid-air.

The next moment, the last section of the rune on the door frame was lit up.

Rumble!

"Damn it! He used his own body to make up for the last bit of progress!"

"Isn't this a complete case of harming others without benefiting oneself?"

"Is it possible that this guy's life was just too miserable...?"

"It doesn't matter what I say now! All I know is that things are going to go awry on the New York front!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Suddenly, a visible shockwave emanated from the Gates of Hell and continued to spread outwards.

It swept outwards with the force to engulf the entire land.

Hey.

The blast wave passed through buildings, streets, and crowds of people who were still running.

thump!

Within a radius of several miles, people fell one after another like wheat being harvested.

Hey.

The plane, which was still spraying fire-extinguishing foam into the flames, suddenly stopped for a moment under everyone's gaze, and then, as if it had lost control, it crashed to the ground.

Rumble!!!

The sound of the explosion came back from the direction of the distant streets, and thick smoke and flames illuminated the vicinity.

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

James stared at the Gates of Hell on the screen.

Inside the door frame, the vortex vaguely reveals a human figure slowly taking shape.

And below the outline, countless horned figures...

"F*** you! The army of hell has really attacked!!!"

Chapter Sixty-Six: Surely something can't happen on Wall Street too?

The members of the Special Affairs Bureau looked ahead.

I stared at the gates of hell on the main screen, as the figure inside became clearer and clearer.

Everyone's hearts sank a little.

Just after that blast of air swept past, countless cameras showed people lying on the ground.

The analysts in the back row watched the replay and overlaid the data analysis chart of the air blast with the previous report from Sardinia.

“Boss, if I’m not mistaken, this shockwave should be the same type as the mental shock that Bishop Giovanni used on Mount Vesuvius.”

"According to military records, after the soldier collapsed in the tent, subsequent physical examinations did not reveal any long-term damage or internal injuries."

"There were no aftereffects, except for a brief moment of loss of consciousness."

"This is an effect that conventional weapons cannot achieve. According to the think tank's speculation, it is suspected to be a psychological impact."

James nodded, indicating his agreement.

"But it's obvious that the monster behind the door has a much larger attack range than Bishop Giovanni."

"Does this mean we can predict the opponent's strength?"

"for example?"

"The demon inside the door is probably as strong as a thousand Giovanni bishops."

"..."

"How dare you! You're using saints as a unit of combat strength!!!"

"If I can get home safely, I will definitely go to church to confess."

"Going home... I hope so."

"The range of this psychological shock is so great that our troops can't even get close. Did you see those two firefighting planes? They were shot down as soon as they got close. How are we supposed to fight like this?"

“Ground armored forces will certainly meet the same fate if they go in. Drones might be able to get close, but their firepower is simply insufficient and they cannot deal with the impending Minotaur army.”

"Then there's nothing we can do."

No one responded.

The air in the command room grew increasingly heavy.

boom.

James slammed his fist on the control panel.

"Damn it! Wake up, all of you! I've had my eye on your dejected attitude for a long time!"

"Prepare for long-range bombardment. Although we can't get close, we still have missiles. Immediately notify all outer fire units to send the coordinates of the Gates of Hell and conduct saturation bombardment. Don't leave me a single bullet."

The assistant paused for a moment, then jumped up from his chair and grabbed the intercom.

"All missile sites, lock onto the coordinates of the Gates of Hell, and prepare for saturation bombing."

James stared intently at the gates of hell on the screen.

He didn't know if the bombing would be effective.

But if we don't bomb, it's definitely useless.

He was just gambling.

He suddenly remembered the internet celebrity he had mentioned before.

Fortunately, at the time he thought the think tank guys were all useless.

Unexpectedly, the hastily deployed firepower became their last chance to fight to the death.

"Speaking of which, that internet celebrity shouldn't be around here, right?"

The assistant looked up and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"There is indeed some discrepancy. It is said that he went to Wall Street, not around the center of the incident, so let's say this is half a prediction."

"Hahaha, I knew this guy with bad luck on his side couldn't be real."

"It can't be that something happened on Wall Street too, can it?"

James knew that these words were meaningless.

However, the atmosphere inside the command post was extremely oppressive at that moment.

He could only try to distract himself from his anxiety by chatting while waiting for the results of the long-range bombing.

Let's liven up the atmosphere a bit.

Normally, he wouldn't need to do this job, but now that even the person responsible for livening up the atmosphere is in low spirits, he has to step in himself.

Please, it has to succeed!

Buzz!

A large number of missiles were launched simultaneously from the outer perimeter positions.

Countless missiles streaked across the sky, converging on the gates of hell overhead.

In theory, all currently deployed and capable munitions are being uniformly bombarded towards a single target.

The countless missiles in the night sky seemed to have created a meteor shower.

All the accumulated power was blasted towards the outline that was taking shape in the center of the Gates of Hell.

Can it succeed?!

Amidst the expectant gazes of everyone, the missile drew ever closer to the gates of hell.

Could it really be a chance?!

next moment.

An eye opened from the depths of the vortex.

rain.

It froze in mid-air.

Countless raindrops were forced to remain suspended motionless in the night sky.

The bird in the distance was frozen in the moment of spreading its wings; its wings stopped flapping but it did not fall down even an inch.

The child, still running on the ground, had his feet dangling in the air. His mother was beside him, holding him back, her expression frozen in that moment of anxiety.

The clock in Times Square, the second hand is about to cross twelve, but it stops there.

All the missiles in the night sky stopped in mid-air, not far from the Gates of Hell.

The missile's exhaust plume continued to spray out even after it was completely detonated.

The whole world seemed to be encased in amber...

"Gudong."

Everyone in the command room stood up from their chairs.

What did they see?