I impersonated God in America

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Time has been frozen?

Are you kidding me?!

The snake-man, the minotaur demon, and the paladin Roland were at least within my comprehension.

The giants of Mount Vesuvius can, in a sense, be explained by ionic states.

But what exactly does "time stopping" mean?!

Although it may seem to be limited in scope, even so, it is quite subversive to their worldview.

Is this really an enemy that humanity can face?!

Are you saying they should use their existing firearms to fight the monster inside the door that can stop time with just one eye?

[Can it really penetrate the sole of the opponent's shoe?]

The analyst stared blankly at the missile swarm on the screen, which appeared to have stopped in time.

Am I staring at data all day and making my eyes blurry?!

"Oh no! My heart!!!"

An elderly professor standing nearby immediately started taking out nitroglycerin pills.

"F*** you! How are we supposed to fight like this?!"

"Wait a minute, I think I just saw them move slightly. Is it possible that this wasn't a pure time stop?"

"Does slowing down to this extent make a difference to us?"

"Too."

Gazing at that amber world.

James felt as if his worldview had been strengthened once again by these beings.

"If this guy is Baal's son, who is related to Baal of the Seven Deadly Sins..."

"Naba's strength... surely a father can't be weaker than his son?"

"Boss, you should also think about this: according to legend, Satan is at least on par with Baal of the Seven Deadly Sins, so what level is Michael, who defeated Satan?"

"Brother, you should ask this: then what level is God?"

In an instant, the combat power boxes were stacked up.

"The power of the gods... is unimaginable..."

Chapter Sixty-Seven: You've Crossed the Line

Giovanni stood on the rooftop, Durandal held in his hand.

He looked at the gates of hell in the distance, the red vortex still spinning.

At the same time, the missile was frozen in mid-air.

Raindrops, birds, and the clocks in the square all stopped at that moment.

He could hardly believe what he was seeing.

He has actually gained a lot of experience during this period.

He not only saw the stone serpent that had been brought back to light in Sardinia, but also witnessed the legendary petrification.

They also saw a terrifying lava giant on Mount Vesuvius.

But everything we've experienced before seems trivial compared to what we're seeing now.

[Time management? That's way too much!]

Even if Roland reappeared, he felt there was nothing he could do about the situation before him.

Roland's strength was evident to the naked eye, but the power of the demon before him was beyond his comprehension.

This is a completely different level.

next second.

A hand is slowly reaching out from the gates of hell.

Click click click.

The world seemed to be trying to prevent his arrival; the air felt as if it were covered by countless thin films.

The hand reached out slower than expected.

What can we do? How can we stop them? At least within this few-kilometer radius, there's no way to get close.

He suddenly saw a large group of bull-headed demons behind that hand.

There are at least a thousand based on visual estimation alone.

It looked exactly the same as the one he had seen in Brülink.

Of course, it's also possible that he has face blindness; in any case, he can't see much difference.

The terrifying muscles showcase a kind of numerical beauty.

Keep in mind that one of these monsters can easily slaughter a tactical squad.

In terms of physical strength, it can withstand several missiles.

There are now at least a thousand of them, lined up in queues and haphazardly advancing from the inside of the Gates of Hell toward the human world.

These bullheads are unaffected by the domain...

[Nonsense, what am I even thinking? Would the son of Baal deliberately obstruct his own subordinates?]

But Giovanni slowly pointed Durandal forward.

He took a deep breath as he watched the Minotaur continue its advance.

I wonder how many they can kill this time.

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White House.

The president smashed the microphone directly on the ground.

Looking at the scene on the screen, he felt so angry he wanted to bite his teeth.

It's important to understand that this applies to positions such as mayor, seats in meetings, and even some high-level policy participation rights.

He agreed to all of them through gritted teeth.

The results of it?

[I didn't sign, and the devil came; I signed, and the devil still came.]

So all my signing this time was for nothing?!

Suddenly, the secretary strode over from the side, holding a newly delivered evaluation report in her hand.

He seemed to realize that the president was in a bad mood, so he subconsciously slowed his pace and then cautiously stepped forward to speak.

"This is a suggestion from the front lines."

The president took the report and looked at the data on it.

Damage assessment, nuclear bomb dosage recommendations...

With each line he read, his heart sank.

He didn't know if dropping the nuclear bomb would eliminate the evil.

But he knew that if he actually voted, his name would be forever etched in shame.

Then, impeachments will follow like snowflakes.

As for what happens after he steps down?

There's an 80% chance they'll have wildly imaginative ideas, and a 20% chance they'll be open-minded.

It's almost like the difference between a death sentence and a suspended death sentence.

He reached for the pen with trembling hands.

"Zizzizi."

What's going on?

Suddenly, his secretary grabbed his hand and said excitedly:

"Your Excellency, wait a moment, things seem to be taking a turn for the better!"

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James was at a loss for words.

The screen shows a dense array of minotaurs.

Some of them have already broken out of the gates of hell.

The heat from the white mist exhaled from the other person's nostrils was enough to give the ground a misty, smoky appearance.

"It's over, New York is completely doomed this time."

"Even the Thunderbird couldn't handle an enemy of this level, could it?"

After all, in his view, no matter how strong the Thunderbird was, it could only control lightning, but the enemy in front of him could manipulate time at will.

James had already foreseen New York's fate.

Result 1: The gates of hell were fully opened, and minotaurs wreaked havoc in New York.

New York is doomed.

Result two: The president pressed the button to launch the nuclear missile.

New York is doomed.

Just as he was wavering, a clap of thunder suddenly flashed across the sky.

He turned his gaze at the sound and saw countless clouds in the sky swirling around a center.

Amidst countless frictions, a dense array of lightning bolts began to gather power.

Rumble,

It was accompanied by a whistle.

next moment.

A terrifying white lightning bolt struck directly downwards from the sky.