I impersonated God in America

The president glanced back.

After the Minotaur finished clearing out the row of Secret Service agents blocking his way, he saw the Minotaur look at him again.

Their eyes met, and despair intensified.

It's too late.

I'm really going to become the first president to be assassinated inside the White House.

No, their goal wasn't to assassinate me at all.

Thinking of this, the president felt even more desperate.

Future history books probably won't write that he was kicked to death by some bull-headed demon who happened to be passing by, mistaking him for a stray dog.

I don't want that kind of thing!

That was such a shameful death!!!

Noisy!

Suddenly, a transparent slash slid in from the side and struck the Minotaur Demon directly.

Stab it!

Accompanied by the sound of fur being chopped and torn.

A deep gash, revealing the bone, was instantly slashed open.

Under the pressure, the minotaur's blood gushed out like a fountain.

Moo!!

The president turned his head.

The man who had just fallen from the ruins at the edge of the lawn held Durandal in his hand, the blade still bearing the vibrations of the air from the strike.

The president's heart skipped a beat.

Bishop Giovanni! My Superman!

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Special Affairs Bureau.

James stared at the live game situation on Constitution Avenue on the main screen.

Follow-up troops have caught up, and with their relentless firepower and the armor-piercing capabilities of their new weapons, they finally see a glimmer of hope.

"Excellent! The reinforcements from the rear have arrived!"

James finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Since that's the case, all we need to do is get that water giant again... wait? fxxk! Again?"

On the screen, the great demon snapped his fingers.

"Go and follow your heart!"

In the unknowable void, as power was bestowed upon the river, countless wishes were thrown into it.

The number below the indicator on the panel, labeled "Surface Runoff," keeps increasing.

The next moment, the surface of the Potomac River split open.

As the water giant, hundreds of meters tall, suddenly pushed its arms upwards, the river water inside its body was forcibly lifted by a massive jet of water shooting upwards from the riverbed, its volume rapidly expanding to several times its previous size in a visible change.

Tree roots along the river were torn to pieces by the whirlpool, and concrete embankment piers shattered at the base, with debris and foam being sucked upward into the rotating water column.

Rumble!

More than a dozen waterspouts, resembling snakes, rose from the ground, piercing the clouds perpendicularly upwards from the riverbed.

As the water giant swung his arm.

The first waterspout swept horizontally across Constitution Avenue.

More than a dozen armored vehicles parked along the street were overturned from the side, sliding upside down across the asphalt road and leaving a trail of sparks.

The second one crashed into Pennsylvania Avenue.

The National Guard command post, located at a corner, was uprooted from its foundation by the middle section of the tornado.

The walls of the iron-gray temporary barracks twisted into long, flat pieces of scrap steel, which, along with the storage shelves inside, were lifted into the air and then crashed into the lawn dozens of meters behind the fountain, creating a long, gray crater.

"Fxxk!! How am I supposed to hit this?!"

Upon witnessing such a horrific scene, the soldiers instantly lost their will to fight.

Previously, their weapons could penetrate the monsters' defenses, and the enemy didn't have many ranged attack methods, so they believed they still had a chance to fight, and at least their morale hadn't collapsed.

But now we are facing a disaster as devastating as a flood.

Their confidence vanished instantly, and they began to run away from the flood.

However, more waterspouts continued to form over the streets of Washington behind them.

As they crossed the intersection, they shredded the canopies of the sycamore trees blocking the road, and the trunks, cut in the middle, rolled in the direction of the water flow, scattering into several circles of debris that crashed onto a row of taxis parked at the corner of the intersection.

The car alarm went off in the water for a while before being submerged by the next surge.

The water curtain was raised high towards the sky.

A translucent wall extending upwards from the Water Giant's shoulder completely enveloped the sky above Capitol Hill, casting countless buildings into a blue shadow.

Rumble!!!

A curtain of water fell over the ruins of Capitol Hill, splashing foam as it crashed into the Potomac River, spraying over rows of fire trucks and barricades along the riverbank. Large amounts of Halloween pumpkin debris and decorations were pushed toward the edge of the river.

The military was drawn into the conflict one after another.

The reflections of the surrounding buildings shattered into patches of color in the water, while house numbers and broken light bulbs floated and swirled together.

"It's simply a natural disaster."

James's hands tightened at the edge of the console as he stared at the horrific scene before him, cold sweat pouring down his back.

"Sir, this is the extent of the flood..."

He stared at the blue area that had been cut off on the screen, and subconsciously swallowed, but his anxiety did not ease at all.

"This area is almost enough to declare that Washington is ready for reconstruction."

"That's an exaggeration. Are you saying that a primitive deity of an indigenous people could do that?"

"During the American westward expansion, how many ethnic groups' normal lives were at least massacred...disrupted?"

"A little over two hundred."

"Then America is doomed."

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Battle of Blockade

[You're practically a superman, streamer! How can you keep streaming like this?]

This is outrageous! I have to follow this account now.

Wen Ban used his extraordinary physical strength to climb to a high point.

He continued filming the situation at the front lines, holding a selfie stick in his hand.

In a sense, it is indeed true that fortune favors the bold.

The number of viewers in the live stream has broken all his previous records; he has never seen such a high number of viewers in his life.

"Gentlemen, I feel like Washington is finished. I think you can guess where the next capital will be?"

He pointed his camera down at the Washington district, which had been flooded.

The plane trees along Constitution Avenue were uprooted and placed across the water.

Countless cars were submerged on Pennsylvania Avenue.

The floodwaters surrounding the Capitol Hill ruins turned the shattered stone pillars and fragments of bronze statues into a muddy mess.

The South Lawn of the White House has completely disappeared, and the edge of the fountain can only be vaguely seen as a blurry oval shape underwater.

Fragments of pumpkin lanterns left over from the Halloween parade floated on the water, along with an office chair that had been washed out of an office building window, its back facing up as it slowly spun on the surface.

It still comes down to home advantage.

For elemental enemies like this, the difference between having a home-field advantage and not having one is enormous.

Let me tell you something that is both sad and proud.

Because Wen Ban had almost perfect attendance at all the extraordinary events that occurred.

Therefore, it can be said that no one understands the ranking of extraordinary powers better than him.

In his view, the water elemental giant, who has the home advantage, is even more powerful than the lava giant that has been unsealed.

As for the Minotaur that appeared in New York before, it was nothing more than a roadside monster in this battle of gods.

He zoomed in and captured the image of the great demon standing in front of the ruins of Capitol Hill, collecting bottles.

It seems the other party has achieved their goal; the authorities still haven't succeeded in stopping them?

Then he saw the air behind the Great Demon tear open on its own, forming a door frame.

then.

He waved at me?!

No! Wouldn't it be better to forget me?

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Raven Rock Military Base in southern Maryland.

This underground command center is one of three nuclear war backup command centers built by the Pentagon during the Cold War.

It is known as the Pentagon's "backup three," and it houses a national military command center that is exactly the same as the one in the Pentagon, capable of monitoring global war situations and deploying nuclear weapons.

The president’s evacuation helicopter was forced to take off from the flooded White House tarmac and is now slowly landing on the helipad at the base entrance.

The president pushed open the cabin door and jumped out, looking disheveled.

"I never imagined that I would actually set foot on this backup base in my lifetime."

You know, the United States is the world's superpower. Who would have thought that Washington would actually fall?

"Perhaps I am the most miserable president in American history."

"Your Excellency, please proceed to the conference room immediately. The military's top brass is currently discussing how to punish that water elemental giant."

"fxxk, you never give me a moment's rest, I understand."

All the top military officials were present in the meeting room.

The Minister of Defense stood in front of the main screen, with a live satellite image of the lower Potomac River behind him.

The water giant is moving south along the main channel, its translucent shell, hundreds of meters high, slowly advancing through the night sky.

"Since the Great Demon left, all frontline firepower has been focused on attacking the Water Giant. Despite our troops bombarding its body, the outcome seems to be worse than we expected."

"As long as the enemy is still in the water source, destroying part of their body will quickly replenish the water in the surrounding river. This kind of war of attrition is really disadvantageous for us."

The adjutant pushed the firepower consumption report onto the table and said.

"Since the start of the war, the total amount of ammunition consumed has been quite staggering, but the size of the targets has not been substantially reduced."

"And ever since the water elemental giant flooded Washington, he has been moving south. Each time it is bombed, it draws enough water from the river to replenish itself."

"Basically, every replenishment means that our firepower output is offset."

An old general tapped the table anxiously, drawing everyone's attention.

"Right now, I'm more worried about their target. You see, that water elemental giant is heading south. Do you know what that means?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the conference room fell silent.

They naturally understood what the old general meant.

To the south lies the Potomac River estuary, and a few dozen kilometers further on, it flows into the Chesapeake Bay and then into the Atlantic Ocean.

"If it gets into the sea..."