I impersonated God in America

"Squeak."

Giovanni suddenly heard the squeaking of mice coming from afar.

Looking out, on the distant horizon, countless black waves of rats engulfed the entire surface of New York like a tidal wave.

The golden giant in the distance was completely covered by the swarm of rats in just a moment.

"Ugh!"

What sent chills down Giovanni's spine was that the golden giant visibly shrank, and after a few seconds, it turned into countless specks of light that began to dissipate.

[Are you kidding me? That's a mythical golden giant!]

What's going on? Has the underworld attacked?

Before he could even react to what was happening...

He seemed to hear a voice that sounded like a judgment.

The sound was like thunder.

"You come here!"

Boom!

The fog dispersed to welcome His arrival.

As the storm swept through, Giovanni held his robe up to his chest, barely able to make out a figure riding down from the depths of the clouds.

He held a bow and arrow and wore a crown.

The white knight already resides in the sky.

"It seems a bit late?"

Listening to Bishop Paul's tone and recalling his previous questions and the content of the prophecy, Giovanni finally realized what was happening and his face turned grave.

"The lamb that marks the beginning has appeared, and the ancient serpent that marks the end has also emerged, indicating that the entire apocalypse has begun."

"But the White Knight of the Seven Seals, as the first link in the chain, has not yet appeared. According to the process, he should only have one logic."

"That means he should be right there in the spotlight immediately."

"There's no mistake, that's the identity of that figure."

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse - Plague".

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Raven Rock Military Base.

Looking at the thick black fog and crows filling the room, the people in the conference room could no longer understand what was happening.

Things happened so suddenly that they were somewhat taken aback.

"Can anyone tell us what's going on right now?"

"Ring ring ring"

"Mr. President, this is the Papal States. I know you must be paying close attention to the situation in New York. Now I have some good news and some bad news."

The president and James exchanged a glance.

"good news."

"Medusa may no longer be a threat."

The president breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"And the bad news?"

"It seems the Apocalypse has begun, and the White Horseman of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse has arrived."

thump.

"Your Excellency the President?!"

"Help! The president has fainted!!!"

"Oh no! A mysterious knight has appeared in the sky, and it seems to be... Hmm? Why is everyone so quiet?"

Testimonials

First of all, thank you all for your continued support, and thank you to editor Liuxing for continuing to support me after a year.

It will be available for purchase at 3 PM tomorrow. I've taken my anniversary leave from work, so I should be able to maintain at least four chapters for a while.

As for future updates, I will definitely do my best to improve the results.

On a side note, I usually remember everyone's IDs, and it's really nice to see some familiar faces when I'm looking through the chapter comments.

I've read through most of the previous comments, and it was really a pleasant surprise to see everyone discover some of the subtle foreshadowing.

Writing a book is like driving a bus; people will get on and off along the way.

But I hope everyone can enjoy the scenery outside the window while on the bus.

I would also like to express my special thanks to the readers who have supported me since the last book.

Finally, I recommend a book called "Tokyo: My Journey to Become the King of Japanese Entertainment."

Chapter Eighty-Nine Arrival

Raven Rock Military Base, Conference Room.

James had just helped the president up from the floor when his secretary was still splashing cold water on the president's face.

"This is bad. The expansion of the White Horse Knights is now completely unstoppable."

"That's way too fast."

On the main screen, the fog surrounding the white knight is expanding outwards at a fission rate.

On the side of the screen, countless pieces of information scrolled by.

Satellite cloud images show that the black fog has crossed the Appalachian Mountains, swallowed up the entire cornfield belt in the Midwest, and is continuing to advance towards the west coast.

Emergency reports came one after another from various disease control centers.

"This is simply a level that we cannot contend with through human effort."

"In other words, if we don't deal with the White Horse Knight immediately, his black mist will continue to spread."

"And then it will be like what's said in the Book of Revelation?"

"Friends, you should know that this is only the lightest outcome."

"The biggest problem now is, what should we do when the other three Apocalypse Knights arrive?"

"A crisis on the level of civilization destruction?"

"Now, to say something that people may not like to hear, I feel that giving the sinful soul to Medusa so that she could fight against the White Horse Knight would be better than the current situation."

"Medusa may only be capable of killing, but the White Horse Knight is the one who will bring about a great purge, as predicted in the prophecy."

cough cough.

Suddenly, someone in the conference room started coughing.

The staff officer in the back row coughed twice, picked up his water glass, and took a sip.

The group exchanged glances and instantly understood the urgency of the situation.

Has even this place fallen?

They didn't even know what kind of power the other party used to spread the message.

"Let's see how things go first. I don't think Medusa will just sit here and wait to die."

"It's true! It seems she had a backup plan."

All eyes turned to her, and they saw Medusa stretch out her right hand to the side, and the giant sword that the golden giant Chrysaor had been dragging on the ground flew out of his hand, streaking across the sky before being caught by her with one hand.

She gripped the golden hilt of the sword, its blade shimmering with gold.

At the same moment, Thunder also turned his head.

He abandoned his defensive stance against Medusa, and his wings suddenly spread upwards, causing a small patch of black mist to be pushed outwards from the edge of the thunderclouds surrounding him.

He shifted his gaze from Medusa to the white horseman riding a white horse, wearing a crown.

At this moment, the Thunderbird had transformed into the form of a winged human, with a solemn expression.

The people in the conference room exchanged glances. They saw that the two gods had actually put aside their confrontation and started attacking a common goal.

"I never imagined I would so desperately want Medusa to win!"

"Actually, I feel it makes no difference to you, it's just a matter of dying sooner or later."

"You're putting me down. Watch out, or I'll make sure you die first."

"That expression of yours...were you serious?"

"I never expected that Medusa's trump card would be swordsmanship. It's quite unexpected."

"Go for it, you charming big brother!"

"They're about to make their move."

Thunderbird raised its right hand above its head, and a white bolt of lightning, guided by it, struck forward.

As the distance increased, the color of the white lightning bolt visibly intensified.

Even those in the conference room could guess that this attack was anything but ordinary.

The lightning blasted the black mist along the way through the center and struck the knight directly.

At the same time, Medusa cleaved out her golden greatsword from below.

sizzle.

The sword was swung towards the white horse knight.

The aftershocks alone caused the ground to begin to collapse.

Countless Manhattan blocks lay below, neatly sliced ​​apart by the powerful aftershocks.

The building's exterior wall collapsed instantly, and the steel frame broke and crashed into the flames and shards of glass deep in the street.

Lightning arrived first, engulfing the white horse rider completely, turning the sky into a dazzling pale white.

Countless black mists were purified.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying slicing sword aura cleaved towards the sky.

But it seemed that upon colliding with something within the pale lightning, the sword energy was instantly sliced ​​in half and bounced downwards.

Zizi!

When the remaining half of the sword energy touched the ground, the concrete was sliced ​​apart without any resistance, like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Through the camera, everyone could clearly see that a sword-like aura was continuously slashing across the New York ground towards the edge.

Wherever it swept, it destroyed everything in its path.

The sword energy extended all the way to the Bronx in the far north.

Dust was everywhere.

James broke out in a cold sweat as he watched the terrifying blow, the mere aftershocks of which were enough to slice New York in two.

"Even if it's a power that Medusa is not good at, can it cause such terrifying force?"

"But why didn't Medusa use petrification?"

"Perhaps the other side understands the power of the White Horse Knight. We can't possibly know more about the situation than Medusa does."

"That makes sense."

"But more than that, what I'm worried about is..."

James turned his gaze back to the center of the battlefield. The lightning began to dissipate, and seeing the unharmed white horseman in the center, his heart finally settled.

"It didn't suffer any damage at all?"