I impersonated God in America

"This is not even in the same league as the enemy."

Suddenly, he noticed the white horse rider in the sky.

His movements were like a machine executing preset instructions.

With his left hand, he took out the bow without any emotion, and with his right hand, he drew out a grayish-white arrow.

Draw the bow, aim, and release the arrow.

His eyes remained completely expressionless throughout.

Whoosh!

An arrow streaked across the sky, causing a familiar purple light wave to appear in the conference room, and the air to freeze.

However, the next moment, with a snap, the world that had stopped in time was shattered without even being considered an obstacle.

A grayish-white ring suddenly appeared in front of the arrow, which was the petrifying power, but it was also instantly destroyed.

The arrow drew ever closer to Medusa, and the golden sword was turned sideways.

Click!

The golden sword shattered instantly, scattering countless fragments in all directions.

Medusa tried to dodge, but suddenly seemed to be frozen in place, her movements stopping abruptly.

"Wait... that Medusa couldn't even stop it?!"

Is the White Horse Knight higher than a god?

"The boxes are stacked up again. I think I'm starting to understand the power relationships between these gods."

The people in the conference room felt a sense of disbelief.

They never imagined that the gap between the two could be so large.

"You are truly powerful, Medusa. I may never forget you in this lifetime."

Ding.

Just as the attack was about to strike, a golden round shield opened in front of Medusa.

The surface of the round shield has four concentric circles, each depicting heaven and earth, the four seasons, the sun and moon, and a bustling city.

The white horse knight's arrow shattered the round shield the moment it struck, turning into countless points of light.

As Medusa looked on in astonishment, wisps of black mist emerged from behind the round shield, enveloping and swallowing her whole.

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"Hey, wasn't that a bit too much information just now?"

"Who is the owner of that shield? How could he block the White Horse Knight's attack with just his weapon?"

The president sat in his chair, looking somewhat bewildered as he watched Medusa's exit from the main screen.

"Disappeared? Will Medusa cause us trouble again in the future?!"

"Uh, isn't the most important thing right now that living father up there?!"

"I have a guess: could the White Horse Knight have come only for Medusa?"

"You mean you left after Medusa disappeared?"

Suddenly, the assistant next to me brought up a large amount of data on the side of the screen again.

The black fog over America did not disappear; instead, it expanded even more violently.

Everyone instinctively looked at the high-ranking military officer who had just given the explanation.

"Uh, maybe they want to stay for a donut before they leave?"

Chapter Ninety: Plague

Atlanta, CDC Emergency Response Department.

"Cough cough, this is simply a disaster."

Douglas Holt removed his mask, revealing that the inside of the mask was stained light red with bloodstains from coughing up.

He had worked in this building for over 20 years, and this was the first time he had encountered such an emergency, which was more difficult than the previous incidents.

He signed the delivery slip for the last box of cephalosporins, and the tightness in his chest made him cough twice more.

He took a deep breath and walked to the window to look out at the sky.

Dark fog loomed over downtown Atlanta outside the window.

The symptoms of the first batch of infected people were all different: some had skin ulcers, some had high fever and convulsions, some had diarrhea to the point of electrolyte imbalance, and some had their oral mucosa peel off in large pieces.

Symptoms vary, the incubation period is approximately zero, and the transmission routes cannot be summarized.

This was a devastating blow to the medical field he had studied in the first half of his life.

That's simply not scientific.

As for the reason, he certainly knew.

"This is not an illness at all."

He tore the test results off the printer.

According to tests, these black smogs do not carry any bacteria at all, which is precisely what makes them even more terrifying.

It is not the creator of the virus, but merely its carrier.

Cough!

His increasingly uncomfortable physical condition made it difficult for him to even undergo testing.

He pushed the microscope stage away, and the slide shattered on the ground.

He took a deep breath, walked to the window, and looked out at the world, which was now deathly still.

A black fog blanketed the entire sky. Apart from the noisy crowd queuing in the hospital parking lot, there were no living creatures on the streets, only swirling fog.

Aside from some believers who celebrated in the streets despite being ill.

"Long live the White Horse Knight!!!"

"Hooray! I've finally got the Book of Revelation!!"

After all, they saw this trial as a good thing, confident that with their devout faith, they would definitely go to heaven after death.

The groans on the other end brought Dr. Douglas back to reality. The thought of how the hospital was already packed with just the first batch of patients filled the medical beds gave him a headache.

It's important to know that the United States is the world's largest producer of pharmaceuticals.

Even so, the existing storage capacity is far from sufficient to address this disaster.

Even with global support, it would be difficult to handle this level of illness, not to mention there simply aren't enough doctors.

And that's not even the most troublesome part.

As long as the fog in the sky doesn't dissipate, even if they treat patients with medication and discharge them from the hospital, there's no guarantee they won't be reinfected the very next second after discharge.

At that moment, he seemed to feel the despair of people in the Middle Ages facing the Black Death.

This is a disaster that no antiviral drug can contain.

Having worked as an epidemiologist for half his life, this was the first time he had predicted his failure before he had even finished organizing the data at hand.

He was an atheist, and he had previously been so dismissive of the pleas of the patients in the hospital.

But now.

thump!

He knelt by the window.

The last time I did this was when I was a child and my grandmother took me to a Baptist church service.

"God does not bring suffering upon us without a reason."

"Since God would send down such a calamity, there is only one possibility: America must have angered God."

"I am guilty!"

"God! Please accept my confession!"

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Emergency meeting room at the Papal Palace in the Papal States.

The Secretary of State's pen hovered over the memo, and he hadn't written anything for almost half a cup of tea's time.

On the main screen, the fog above the White Horse Knight's head covered most of North America.

If nothing unexpected happens, at this rate, it will only take one day to cover the entire world.

If what Bishop Paul suspected was true, the cardinal sighed.

"Perhaps this really is a false apocalypse. The lamb and the ancient serpent are both false scenarios, and the White Horse Knight should not have been triggered in this way."

"Could it be that this loophole arose precisely because of the critical timing of the spiritual revival?"

"There's no point in dwelling on these things now."

Although the people present believed they had no fear of the Book of Revelation, after all, in their view, they were so devout to God that death would simply mean going to heaven.

This is a good thing.

But this is a false revelation, and no one can guarantee what the consequences will be.

Moreover, as God's shepherd on earth, wouldn't he be punished for making such a mistake?

"In that case, what other options do we have? The church's lineage has been broken; who knows how to report back to Heaven under these circumstances?"

Suddenly, Bishop Paul's voice came from the conference room screen.

The other party had arrived at a church where they had settled the girls, and then spoke.

"If we were to sound the golden horn now, would we have a chance to end this revelation?"

What?! The Golden Horn?!

The people in the conference room suddenly looked surprised and exchanged glances.

No, they are cardinals, after all.

How could no one have told them about something so important?

Have they already been kicked out of the core group?

The Secretary of State, Cardinal, coughed lightly, trying to reassure everyone: "Please don't overthink it. Actually, we only recently received the Golden Horn, and we haven't officially notified everyone yet."

"But the Golden Horn is ultimately just a telephone that can communicate with Heaven in one direction only."

"Moreover, the use of this item is highly dependent on compatibility, and it's hard to say whether communication can be successful."

On the other side, Bishop Paul listened to the conversation in the conference room and suddenly froze again.

Phase? !

He suddenly remembered the clue about "darkness enveloping" in the previous prophecy.

If "darkness" is a standalone word, then could "victory" be a standalone word as well?

If the prophecy is true, then wouldn't that mean...?

"victory!!!"

The people in the conference room were stunned for a moment as they listened to Bishop Paul's excited voice on the phone.

"Do you remember which angel was associated with victory?"

No one had any doubts about this.

In Revelation chapter 12, Michael is the commander of the angelic army, who utterly defeats and banishes Satan, earning him the title of "Angel who conquers the devil."

In other chapters, he is often depicted as a victor and protector, and thus in Catholic tradition, he is also regarded as a symbol of justice, war, and victory.

"You mean pointing this out unilaterally through the archangel's relics?"

"But there aren't many legendary relics related to the Archangel, are there? Let me think... the rock of Mont Saint-Michel, the grotto of Mount Gargano, and the statues of Castel Sant'Angelo? Besides, no one can guarantee that these are genuine!"