I impersonated God in America

What kind of thought process is this?

Immediately afterwards, Wenban saw countless golden particles of light begin to float out from the destroyed building amidst the flames.

In the air, a two-headed bird covered in gold jewelry vaguely appeared.

But it only appeared for a moment before turning back into golden light particles and flowing downstream.

These particles of light gathered in a bottle in the hand of the great demon.

Meanwhile, the comments section had completely gone crazy.

[Dude, Wall Street has exploded.]

[Damn it, my stocks!]

Wen Ban sat blankly on the ground, staring at the scene before him, with only one thought in his mind.

Am I really okay?

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Pentagon Special Affairs Bureau.

James looked at the terrifying scene in the sky.

It felt like there was no room for him to intervene at this point.

Although I wasn't really able to help much anyway.

The Thunderer in the sky raised his hand high, poised to strike, when suddenly he seemed to realize something.

"You're quite good at taking shortcuts."

A layer of mist also emanated from the demon's hands at the Gates of Hell, and time around them became chaotic once again, clearly indicating that it was no pushover.

"Thank you for the compliment, but Lord Thunderer, as a neutral party, aren't you going a bit too far?"

"As arrogant as ever."

Watching the gods clash before him.

James felt exhausted and a wave of despair washed over him.

"Tonight was so exciting!"

Suddenly, the assistant beside him shakily handed him a screen.

It was a fireworks display on Wall Street.

"Boss, there's something even more exciting."

thump!

"Someone come quick! Pinch his philtrum! And bring me some nitroglycerin pills!!!"

"Quickly wake the boss up, or no one will take the blame!"

"Boss, don't blame me when you wake up!"

Smack! Smack! Smack! !

Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Curtain Falls and Resignation

Pentagon Special Affairs Bureau

Why does my face feel a little sore?

James had regained consciousness by this time.

He glanced at the clock and realized that not much time had passed since he lost consciousness.

Wait a minute?! Wall Street!!!

If I remember correctly, he saw photos of the Wall Street fireworks show before he lost consciousness.

A series of terrible thoughts flashed through his mind.

After all, the consequences of something going wrong on Wall Street are far too severe.

He still vividly remembers the 9/11 attacks.

At that time, he was still working at the Department of Defense, and the then Secretary of Defense was being fiercely attacked because of the 9/11 attacks.

Numerous people accused the then-Secretary of Defense of misusing funds, leading to insufficient military equipment, and a series of impeachments.

Although the impeachment motion was not successfully transferred to the Judiciary Committee, nor did it proceed to a full House vote.

But he still vividly remembers the atmosphere at the time.

Dead memories suddenly began to attack him.

He had a premonition that this time it would be his turn to sit on the throne and get torn apart.

After all, the last 9/11 only happened near Wall Street, but this time it directly blew up the entire Wall Street.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

The voice of his assistant beside him pulled James back to reality.

He shook his head, sighed, and then turned his gaze back to the screen.

Wall Street can wait; the immediate priority is the ongoing battle.

On the screen, the sky appeared to have been split in two, with lightning flashing continuously within the churning dark clouds.

Countless energies seemed to be gathering momentum within the clouds, ready to be unleashed.

"It's coming!!!" a technician, who was staring intently at the energy fluctuations on the screen, warned.

The voice just fell

A gap appeared in the sky, followed by a white breath carrying lightning that crashed down from the center.

Rumble

Its terrifying power seemed to pull the sky down.

Before it even hit the ground, residual car alarms began to activate on the street.

Bear, bear, bear.

At the same time, everyone saw that the Son of Baal in the Gates of Hell had somehow started burning with black flames on his right hand, and the air in their sight began to distort wildly.

Black flames?

Everyone exchanged glances, a sense of unease creeping into their hearts.

Yingyan Dingzhen was identified as purely ominous.

As the son of Baal unleashed his flames.

A pillar of fire shot towards the sky.

However, the black flames were instantly engulfed the moment they came into contact with the lightning, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Rumble

Immediately afterwards, the white breath transformed the entire area into a world of thunder.

A purple wave followed.

Everyone already knows that this is the time-related power possessed by the Son of Baal.

However, in the next second, it didn't even qualify as a block; it was directly penetrated and destroyed.

The crowd could vaguely see the figure of Baal's son bathed in lightning.

The white breath and its accompanying impact.

Countless roads collapsed as a result.

The planted trees were uprooted by the shockwave and flew around, crashing into the walls of shops along the street.

The truck parked on the roadside was overturned by the airbags, and the container was slid sideways and knocked down the fire hydrant on the roadside, causing water to gush out.

呲!

The non-central areas were scorched and burned, while the core area was reduced to scorched earth.

Waiting for the lightning to disappear.

What reappeared before everyone's eyes was the gates of hell, now riddled with holes, while the arm of the Son of Baal had completely vanished.

A severed hand!

Upon seeing what was on the screen, the analysts in the back row were so shocked that they stood up immediately.

"What?! Just one strike and he was done for?!"

"Is this the true power of the gods?"

"As expected, the gods who command lightning in legends are generally not weak!"

"Uh, didn't you just think that time-based powers were invincible?"

"..."

Is it essentially a competition of scale?

"Alas, the son of Baal can't withstand the soles of Brother Bird's shoes after all."

"Actually, the son of Baal's abilities are already quite powerful, but compared to the Thunderbird, who is a guardian deity, he is still a level below."

Ignoring the discussion of the think tank around him, James had only one feeling in his mind at that moment: shock.

It should be noted that the mental impact alone crippled them by half, and the time stop further crippled the other half.

The result was that Baal's son, who had filled them with utter despair, couldn't even last a single exchange.

Therefore, it seems that the higher-ups may need to re-evaluate their views on the Iroquois.

An Iroquois mayor of New York?

Now he suspects that America might soon have an Iroquois president.

After all, these incidents brought them immense public and political prestige.

"Should we continue to upgrade the firepower?"

"Upgrading is definitely necessary. In any case, our weapons were at least able to threaten the Minotaur during the attack, and our fire extinguishing equipment was also basically effective against the fire monster just now."

The staff officer next to him added a comment.

"Not all extraordinary beings are immune to thermal weapons. At least for those with enhanced physical abilities and some elemental types, we still have ways to deal with them."

"However, at a higher level... perhaps we are at the level of gods and demons..."

Although it wasn't said explicitly, everyone understood the strategist's coded message.

Are we powerless to do anything?

"There's no need for everyone to be discouraged. After all, thousands of years ago, our strength was not even comparable to that minotaur. At least now we can fight back and forth, right?"

The time allotted for human development is still too short.

The intensity curve of the extraordinary existence is too stepped.

The steepness of the curve simply didn't give them enough time to gradually upgrade their weapons.

[Sigh, the Church probably has mountains of extraordinary weapons by now, right?]

[It has to be the church. They remain calm and composed despite so many extraordinary disasters; having deep pockets is definitely an advantage.]

"I have already obtained Mammon's power, so I'll give you this arm."

The sudden sound drew everyone's attention back to the battlefield.

Huh? Does this count as a gift?

Why use Mammon as an excuse...?

"Wait! What did he just say? Mammon?!"

James suddenly remembered a key word from earlier and felt a sense of foreboding.

"Quick! Go check on Wall Street! There's definitely something they don't know!"