I impersonated God in America

"No way? That's the Capitol Building!!!"

"It's over, the boss is really finished this time!"

"Sigh, do I still have a chance to be transferred to another department?"

"Huh? What did you just say?!"

Everyone in the command center was staring at the screen, sweating profusely.

James' face turned pale instantly.

[Damn it, I'm just a minister!]

First the Wall Street bombing, now the Capitol Building bombing.

Even if you replaced my shoulders with steel ones, I still couldn't withstand the weight.

It's important to know that while the White House is the president's office and residence, the real political center of Washington is actually the Capitol Building.

The dome of this rotunda was personally ordered to be built by Lincoln, and the inauguration ceremony of every US president is held here.

The Capitol Building is a recognized symbol of Washington, representing legislative power and the core of the founding ideals of the United States.

Now you're telling him someone blew up the Capitol?!

What's the difference between this and shitting on America's head?

What about Washington's local deities? Please bless us!

Thick smoke rose from the ruins of the dome.

Numerous golden particles of light drifted outward from between the shattered stone pillars and cast iron skeleton, slowly gathering in the air to form the outline of a six-winged angel.

Although it wasn't said, everyone present recognized the illusion in front of them.

Pride, one of the seven deadly sins, is Lucifer's fault.

The six-winged angel paused briefly above the ruins of Capitol Hill before transforming into a golden stream of light that surged toward the bottle in the great demon's hand, but its collection speed was noticeably slower than that of Greed.

Arrogance...?

The founding principle of the United States is the Manifest Destiny.

In other words, we are the beacon of civilization in the world, and our mission is to exercise the power of civilizational evolution on behalf of humanity.

Even if it involves using violence to force other countries to establish a structure called superiority.

James's thoughts raced through his mind, then he shook his head and decided to stop dwelling on the matter. At that moment, he instantly realized what was happening as he watched the Great Demon gather the power of Pride.

This time it's different from being greedy; the other side clearly needs more time!

"The opponent should only be a mid-level demon! We still have a fighting chance!"

"We absolutely cannot stand by and watch this demon take away the power of the Seven Deadly Sins!!!"

Chapter Seventy-Four: The Horn and Revenge

The catacombs of San Callixtus, located in the southern suburbs of Rome.

Da da da.

Bishop Paul carried the holy lamp as he walked down the passageway on the seventh floor.

The light of the sacred lamps shone on the stone walls on both sides, illuminating rows of long-weathered niches for the ashes of martyrs.

Catacombs are not uncommon in Italy.

In the earliest Roman period, burial within the city was prohibited for hygiene reasons.

Rome, after all, had limited space, and there weren't enough regular burial plots, so many believers who were relatively poor chose the more economical communal cemetery.

These cemeteries were mostly excavated underground in Rome, forming underground passages that stretched for kilometers and reached several levels deep.

And this is precisely Bishop Paul's target.

"Finally found it."

In the very center stood a stone coffin with Rag's name written on it.

The coffin lid was engraved with a cross-shaped shield emblem that was worn down to the point of being unrecognizable.

He pushed open the coffin lid, revealing a skeleton inside, with a silver badge, long since oxidized and blackened, pressed against the breastplate.

Most notably, the skeletons of the two hands are wrapped around the chest, holding a golden horn.

The surface of the horn was covered with fine Latin inscriptions.

It's actually true.

Ever since he learned the reason for the break in the church's lineage, he had been collecting information about Boniface VIII's life.

Persistence pays off. While gathering information, he discovered a group of names that appeared very frequently in his notes, especially in Boniface VIII's last few letters.

Only after archaeological research did he discover that the name belonged to one of the Knights Templar at that time.

He was no stranger to the fate of the Knights Templar.

At the time, the Knights Templar were headquartered in Paris, France. Although they did not have a good relationship with Boniface VIII, when Boniface VIII was imprisoned and humiliated by Philip IV, the Knights Templars chose to stand with the Pope without hesitation, proving their continued loyalty to the Papacy.

This also became the root cause of the Templar Order's destruction.

After Boniface V's death, his successor, Clement V, was completely a puppet of Philip IV. With Clement V's help, Philip IV easily wiped out the Knights Templar.

Philip IV arrested the remaining members of the Knights Templar and tortured them to force them to confess their "crimes," ultimately burning them at the stake in public.

However, according to records, the Knights Templar actually had a small contingent stationed on Mount Aventino in Rome.

However, this unit subsequently disappeared silently from history.

Many experts suspect that the Knights Templar in Rome were actually killed by Philip IV during that persecution.

Therefore, it's highly likely that Boniface VIII was worried that Philip IV would take the relics, so he asked the Knights Templar to take them away and hide them.

Will the successor realize that they've gambled on the future to ensure the continuation of the legacy?

Bishop Paul stood upright before the sarcophagus and then lowered the holy lamp.

Bishop Paul slowly made the sign of the cross on his chest, then bowed slightly towards the remains in the coffin.

"Honorable knight, thank you for preserving the church's sacred relics to this day."

[Alas, if it weren't for the French Church, its traditions wouldn't have been interrupted! It's truly despicable!]

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White House.

The president looked out the window at the thick smoke billowing in the direction of the Capitol Hill, his face ashen.

I will definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame.

The last time the United States experienced something like this was in 1812.

The British army captured and burned the White House in Washington, D.C., forcing Madison to flee the capital. This was unprecedented in American history, and even though Madison was one of the founders of the United States, he is still regarded as a national disgrace by countless Americans.

He could already imagine how he would be judged by posterity.

[And that demon is currently gathering the power of the Seven Deadly Sins. If I don't stop him, who knows what else they might do?]

Whoosh whoosh! !

Before he could even think, he suddenly saw a dense barrage of missiles launch simultaneously from positions outside Washington, D.C., streaking towards Constitution Avenue.

"Pretty!"

The president felt somewhat comforted and calmed down a little. Fortunately, he had trusted James and given him all the authority.

If we wait until Capitol Hill is bombed before mobilizing the army, that devil will probably have already packed up and left.

Thankfully, we have LeBron James.

At this point, he suddenly realized that James's intelligence-gathering abilities were indeed quite impressive.

You have to understand that the demon appeared and disappeared without warning each time, and the joint intelligence network of the FBI and CIA could not detect any signs of it.

But how did the Special Affairs Bureau manage to predict the location and time in advance?!

Does LeBron James have a hidden diviner among his subordinates?

Otherwise, there is no way to explain this outrageous intelligence capability.

Forget about it for now.

The president then looked up at the screen, but the next second his pupils contracted and he abruptly stood up, bracing himself on the edge of the desk.

"Fxxk! Are all of them this unreasonable in terms of ability?"

On the screen, the great demon raised its hand.

One after another, black holes, like doors, opened up in the sky.

Countless missiles were instantly swallowed up after hitting the black hole.

[Last time, the Son of Baal in New York had the ability to time, and now he has a spatial ability?! That's outrageous!!!]

"Damn it, why are all these demons' abilities so troublesome?"

"Wait! What's going on with the Potomac River?!"

Suddenly, the surface of the Potomac River on the screen rose. The entire river began to surge upwards.

The concrete embankment was directly crushed from the inside out by the intense water pressure.

The surging river water transformed into the shape of a giant hand, supporting itself on the riverbank.

Then everyone saw a water giant, hundreds of meters tall, rise from the river.

"Cuckoo!!!!"

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"There are more experts?"

Inside the special affairs area, James stared at the water giant on the screen, which was rising higher and higher from the river.

The terrifying limbs, even with just a slight turn, create an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Does anyone know what's going on?

The professor next to me, who had been flipping through documents, suddenly pushed his glasses up his nose.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be Potomac, the guardian deity of the Nakochi Tank people, an indigenous group in Washington. Most of these ancient groups lived near water, so many of their deities were water gods."

"Oh, by the way, the Potomac River is named after this god."

Upon hearing this, James's face lit up with a hint of surprise.

[Wouldn't that be the same as the New York Thunders?]

You have to understand that if the Thunder hadn't intervened, New York would have been destroyed long ago.

I never imagined that Washington would have a similar guardian deity.

James's shoulder felt much lighter instantly.

"Oh, by the way, where is the Nakoch Tank Man now?"

The professor fell silent instantly.

Then he silently raised his hand and pointed to his scalp.

Although he didn't say a word, everyone understood what the old professor was trying to say.

【massacre】

As expected, the water giant on the screen did not attack the great demon, but instead raised its hand to protect the great demon behind it.

James's face instantly turned to despair, and he slumped into his seat.

"Then this time it's really over."

Chapter Seventy-Five: Preparing for Takeoff

"I can sense a power similar to Mithra within this horn. If I'm not mistaken, it should be able to establish a bridge to some existence by blowing it."