I impersonated God in America

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

"Oh! Oh!"

Everyone noticed that the birds in the sky had started flapping their wings again.

The fleeing people resumed their journey.

dong dong dong.

The giant clock began to chime on the hour.

"What?! They actually managed to break the cycle of time with lightning!!"

James couldn't even imagine it.

The Thunderbird simply looked up at the sky with an expression of longing.

What kind of weird numbers are these?

At the same time, while the lightning shattered the time barrier, it continued to sweep downwards with devastating force.

sizzle.

Lightning, as real as a physical object, struck the earth.

Then it spread out in all directions like a spider web.

The entire area was illuminated as if it were daytime.

The minotaurs who had already poured out of the gates of hell were like a speed bump when faced with the approaching lightning; after the lightning flashed, not even a corpse was left behind.

"pretty!!!"

"Shouldn't we be able to send those demons home now?"

However, the sudden noise the next second made everyone shut up again.

Hey!

Then, the demon behind the gates of hell snapped his fingers, extending his hand out of the gates.

As the ripples passed, the lightning dissipated like an illusory bubble.

What's the principle behind this?

"Could it be chaos and destruction? I think this attribute is quite popular for demons in games."

"xx, xx?"

The people present then realized that, besides the time-manipulation ability they had just witnessed, this demon seemed to possess some kind of annihilation-type power?!

Oh wow, that's an exaggeration.

Rumble!!!

He uses lightning to demonstrate His existence.

"My God, is that an angel?"

"Idiot, that's a Thunderer!"

Everyone saw it.

Countless clouds and mists dispersed.

The clouds and mist seemed to have met their master, and consciously parted to the sides.

From the sky, a figure dressed in deerskin clothing with a pair of wings spread out behind him appeared.

“I gave you a chance, Canaanite gods, but you have overstepped your bounds.”

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Wall Street Fireworks Show

The entrance to the stock exchange on Wall Street.

Wen Ban was holding a selfie stick in front of him and then pointed to the bronze bull statue behind him.

He glanced at the number of online users next to him, and it was much higher than usual.

Not bad, it held up.

Although many of these people weren't there to watch his travel livestream...

"Hey guys, this is Wall Street. Theoretically speaking, this street directly or indirectly influences nearly 60% of the world's wealth."

Rumble!

Wen Ban, who was still feeling smug, suddenly heard thunder in the distance and instinctively shrank his neck.

Wait a minute, there are no supernatural beings around, what am I afraid of?

[Hey anchor, aren't you going to run? It looks like demons from hell are attacking from north Manhattan.]

[Look at the other streamer's perspective! Those fire monsters have almost wiped out several city blocks!]

[Speaking of which, wouldn't this mean this jinx has come true? After all, he's also in New York, isn't he?]

what?

Wen Ban was slightly taken aback when he saw the interaction in the live chat.

Only now did he realize that a supernatural war had broken out in the north of Manhattan.

Am I really in trouble?

wrong!

"Brothers, the previous supernatural events all happened around me, so don't blame me this time. Although it's the same city, the north side of Manhattan is at least half an hour away from where I am now."

Wen Ban's tone was stubborn.

"If you insist on saying it, I can only admit it halfway."

Upon hearing this, a barrage of question marks instantly flooded the live chat.

Does this thing even come in half-use versions? Looks like you're pretty good at statistics.

Wow, you can explain it like that?

[I'm so angry I almost laughed. Get out of New York!]

Just as Wen Ban was about to continue his explanation, a gust of wind blew down from above, causing the selfie stick in his hand to tilt to the side.

Why does it feel so cold?

He instinctively shrank his neck and then turned up his collar.

He then looked up and saw countless clouds moving northward across the sky.

These plumes of smoke seemed to be drawn in by some force, visibly gathering north of Manhattan.

The speed of the clouds was completely beyond his imagination.

Some of the lower-lying cloud masses appear to the naked eye as if they are rubbing against skyscrapers.

In the middle of the gathering smoke and clouds, Wen Ban squinted his eyes and noticed that there seemed to be something there.

Once the camera focused on the subject, the comments section exploded again.

Look! There seems to be someone in those clouds.

[Host, could you zoom in a bit more?]

[Brothers, I found a video on xx. There are angels in the clouds, I'm not kidding you.]

As the perspective continued to advance, Wenban finally saw the figure in the center of the picture.

In the center of the cloud vortex, a winged figure was enveloped in countless arcs of electricity, its right hand raised high.

The clouds swirled and turned in his hands.

The electric arc continued to gather in the middle of the cloud.

[She really does seem to be an angel?]

Wenban felt that this year was a bit too terrifying.

This year has been more exciting than his entire life.

"But why does this angel's skin look a bit dark?"

"Because that is the Thunderer, the guardian deity of the Iroquois, and he only chose to act this time because the gates of hell have opened."

"So that's how it is."

Wen Ban nodded upon hearing this. He hadn't expected to find someone so knowledgeable here.

"Brother, you seem to know quite a lot. I wonder where you work..."

Wen Ban had just turned his head to thank the person next to him for the explanation when his pupils contracted and he froze on the spot.

Then he plopped down on the ground.

[Fuck, isn't this the same demon that appeared in New York before?]

[It's over, the streamer is completely finished this time.]

Who said it only counts as half a time? Shouldn't this count as one and a half times?

The pointed-eared demon watched with great interest the angel-like figure in the clouds.

Wenban stood in front of the Wall Street Bull, looking at the great demon in front of him, while the financial district behind him was being swept by a raging wind.

The Great Demon didn't seem to care about him, but his tone carried a hint of emotion.

"We've really caught a good time."

"You should know that Mammon's sinful power was not so easy to collect in the past. You have actually piled up most of the world's wealth on this street in just a few centuries."

"That saves us the trouble of collecting them separately."

Hearing the Great Demon's words, Wenban's heart pounded; he seemed to sense something was amiss.

Mammon?!

Isn't that the devil of greed from the Seven Deadly Sins?

The Great Demon seemed completely unconcerned about Wenban.

He stretched out his hand from behind his back and snapped his fingers casually.

【What does it mean? 】

The next moment, his actions gave him the answer.

Flames began to emerge from the middle of the rows of century-old bank buildings behind the bronze bull.

Rumble.

A series of explosions came from behind.

The actual goalposts began to crack continuously.

The stained glass of the dome was also torn off the screen in pieces by the shockwave.

Fragments of glass and shards of stone flew everywhere under the impact of the flames.

The facades of the financial institutions along the entire street began to explode like firecrackers, starting from the east side.

Rumble.

Wenban could see countless documents and equipment perish in the flames.

This is Wall Street, after all.

Each document could very well represent a vast sum of money.

The last time Wall Street experienced the 9/11 attacks, the market was only at a standstill for four days before panic ensued, and $1.4 trillion in market value evaporated.

He couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying backlash the financial world would suffer this time.

Ok?

Wen Ban paused for a moment when he saw the bronze bull that served as a symbol.

Wall Street is in an uproar! The devil actually left the Charging Bull behind?!