I impersonated God in America

"No! The church now possesses a genuine item!"

Everyone reacted instantly and said in unison.

"Durandell!!"

Legend has it that Durandal was given to Charlemagne by the angel Michael, and then given to Roland by Charlemagne.

"It all comes together! The prophecy was right!"

"The prophet's greatness needs no further explanation."

Chapter 91 United Nations Conference

Geneva, United Nations European Headquarters, Emergency Special Meeting.

"The black fog has covered more than 60% of the total area of ​​North America, and the West Coast isolation zone has collapsed."

The British representative had just moved on to the third item on the agenda when the French representative cut him off abruptly.

"Before we discuss this matter, shouldn't we get an explanation from the United States?"

"You guys have been making quite a splash lately. Especially before the White Horse Knight appeared, it seems like you had already brought the demons into reality."

"We have received information that the demon known as the Son of Baal is said to be collecting the power of the seven deadly sins."

"Then they took all seven deadly sins—greed and pride—from your territory as easily as if they were using their own toilet in America?"

US representative: It's not that difficult...

"Just how much trouble has America caused around the world behind the scenes? Don't tell me this appearance of the White Horse Knight has nothing to do with you?"

The Russian representative leaned forward, expressing his stance without saying anything.

The US representative simply stuck his neck out.

"This has nothing to do with America. Do you think we would have brought the Book of Revelation on our own? We're not crazy."

Instead of blaming us, you should see if there's anything your family can do, or if the gods can handle it, otherwise we're all doomed.

As for the Iranian representative on the other side, he turned on the microphone without waiting for anyone to call his name.

“I can’t stand it anymore, and you’re still pretending to be innocent. You orchestrated a coup to overthrow Mossadegh in the 1950s, and in the 1980s, you handed Saddam Hussein a list of chemical weapons materials. You’re a bunch of inhuman bastards, look at the scum you’ve done.”

"And then there are all those shameful things you did in Venezuela, like confiscating our state-owned oil company's assets in the US..."

The Syrian representative immediately went berserk.

"We've been bombed by 'democracy' and counter-terrorism for nearly a decade. How many temples and ruins have been reduced to rubble? You've been bombing our ancient sites quite frequently! Now you're asking us if we have any ancient heritage that can save us?!"

Representatives of countries that have been sanctioned for years, have experienced multiple regime changes, and have been repeatedly vetoed in various Security Council votes slowly rose from their seats one after another.

Anyway, the White Knight will be all over the world in a day, and the verbal battles we're having in this conference hall are the last verbal battles.

New and old grudges, lined up in a row.

We've all had our share of mistreatment lately, and now everyone's cursing America, so why not?

The US representative simply took off his headphones, deciding not to listen and therefore not to be bothered.

"Stop just blaming us. This really has nothing to do with America. How can we be blamed for such a natural disaster and man-made calamity? Besides, shouldn't our primary goal right now be to solve the epidemic?"

Suddenly, the US representative pointed to the surrounding countries.

“You all know that America has no mythological foundation and is simply incapable of handling events of this magnitude. So, those of you with the resources should step in.”

"Where are the great gods of your native mythology? They can't all be all show and no substance."

"A poet? Your logic suggests you didn't graduate from elementary school."

"Everyone, please stop arguing."

dong dong dong.

Suddenly, a dense sound of footsteps came from the direction of the porch.

The two heavy doors of the conference hall were pushed open from the outside.

Six cardinals walked in a procession into the conference hall, with the Pope in the center.

Upon seeing the Pope's appearance, the host was slightly taken aback. Although he had been informed that someone from the Papal States was coming, he had not expected it to be the Pope himself.

The Papal States is an observer state in the United Nations, not an informal member state, and its main role is to send permanent observers from the Church.

The Pope doesn't usually come, since his role is different; he can't be treated as a normal head of government, but rather as a religious and spiritual leader.

Historically, the Pope only comes to the United Nations to give a speech on extremely special historical occasions.

"Actually, things aren't as bad as everyone imagines. The church has a sacred relic and there's still a way to stop the Book of Revelation."

【What?!】

Upon hearing the Pope's speech, the surrounding national representatives immediately began exchanging glances, unable to believe what they were hearing.

The British representatives, in particular, were extremely eager to learn about the Celtic mythology, but they could not find any extraordinary relics or traditions, not even forest elves.

Now someone is telling him that the church can solve such a big problem. Is the gap really that big?

Why don't our Protestant churches have such great abilities?!

He turned his gaze to the French representative beside him, only to find that the other party had an "I knew it" expression on his face.

What? Does France know something?

The British representative's heart skipped a beat; the implications of this were truly alarming.

It is important to understand that extraordinary beings can almost be considered as strategic reserves for future nations.

It seems France also possesses considerable supernatural power?

No, I absolutely cannot show weakness.

Meanwhile, the French representative glanced furtively at the British representative next to him, only to find the latter's expression calm.

The French representative almost lost his composure.

What does this mean? Does Britain know something?

Surely I'm not the only one who doesn't have this problem?

No, even if we're going to pretend, we have to make it look like France does!

Diplomats from numerous countries present simultaneously switched their headsets back to the simultaneous interpretation channel.

The Pope spoke slowly.

"There's no need to hide anything now. The church does indeed possess a trumpet that can communicate with angels."

The Pope's speech instantly stirred up a huge wave of discussion.

The American representative was completely stunned.

What did he hear?

Angel?!

What does it mean that the Pope has a trumpet to communicate with angels?

Do you guys have such a strong foundation?

The thought that they were still scrimping and saving for a little bit of material about something extraordinary filled him with a strange sense of sadness.

But then he shook his head, realizing that they had already won over the Papal States within the international framework they were building, so they weren't actually that far behind.

"Although the church is said to communicate with angels, the biggest problem now is the lack of sufficient faith to use the trumpet."

Compared to others, the Italian representatives understood the Church's meaning the fastest, after all, during the Vesuvius incident, Bishop Giovanni had demonstrated to them how faith can be transformed into power.

"Stigmata?"

"Yes and no."

The Pope slowly closed his eyes, seemingly in the middle of a concluding speech.

No one spoke in the meeting hall; the air was heavy. No one would choose to interrupt the Pope's speech at this moment.

"I need news broadcasts from TV channels and radio stations in various countries, as well as trending topics on social media platforms."

"This needs to be arranged, Your Holiness the Pope."

"I know, let's have another live stream broadcast simultaneously worldwide."

"Only with sufficiently concentrated propaganda and synchronized Masses, and with sufficient faith, can the trumpet be sounded and the angels be led to arrive."

"This is not the church cleaning up the mess for any particular country; this may be the last live broadcast for all of humanity."

Chapter Ninety-Two: The Horn Sounds

Atlanta CDC. Dusk.

The hospital was already overcrowded, with patients lying in the corridor waiting for beds.

The mattresses were soaked with coughed-up blood and phlegm.

The nurses didn't have time to change the mattresses, so they had to step on the stains on the floor to get to the next patient's room.

Inside the ward, some believers were still continuously reciting the Rosary.

"Things are really getting worse and worse."

Dr. Douglas, the attending physician, suppressed his discomfort and sighed as he looked at the few remaining medications in his hand.

Suddenly he noticed that the nurse next to him had stopped working and was staring intently at her phone.

[You still have time to play on your phone at a time like this?]

Seeing that he was a little angry, I was about to go up and say something when I suddenly noticed a familiar voice coming from the nurse's phone. I slowly lowered my raised hand.

“My brothers and sisters, the black mist of the White Horse Knight has covered most of the earth.”

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At the foot of Mount Pocantico.

Wenban squatted behind the pickup truck that had been soaked in black fog for several days, the selfie stick tilted in his hand, the lens pointed at the sky above.

The mask was already soaked with sweat.

Every time I coughed, the selfie stick shook, and the image in the viewfinder was shaken back and forth.

"Everyone... I might not be able to last much longer. If this is the last time I do a live stream, please remember to delete my account. Don't let others use my account to sell products."

The comments section was flooded with messages.

I'm so upset, even at the very last moment, the streamer was still trying to create a good show.

Is it possible that we'll all be doomed?

Fine, I won't call you a jinx today.

[To see the legendary Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, even death would be worthwhile!]

Where did these bloodthirsty spectators come from?

[Everyone, quickly check the various live stream pages! The Pope is speaking!]

Wen Ban was slightly taken aback, then followed the instructions of the comments and opened the split screen.

"Perhaps this is an unexpected apocalypse. I am in the same boat as you in the face of the black fog. I cannot guarantee that all of this will pass immediately; I have no right to do so."

"All I have is a brother who is about to stand on the mountaintop, and now he will sound a horn to heaven for you."

Suddenly, a sacred chant came from the mountain peaks not far away.

Wen Ban subconsciously pushed the camera slowly upwards towards the mountaintop.

Then I saw that line.

Along the mountain path, a long, dragon-like candlelight is winding its way up Rose Hill.

The person at the head was wearing a golden sacrificial robe.

Behind him was a grand procession of cardinals, each holding a candle, the flames burning on the mountain path shrouded in black mist.

"No way, this lets you catch the live broadcast?"