I impersonated God in America

[Incredible! This luck is unbelievable!]

"Could this be the procession the Pope was talking about... I'm so lucky to see a Mass of this caliber at the end."

The comments section was flooded with messages, but Wenban was coughing so much that he couldn't keep up.

He kept his camera fixed on the golden figure that was heading towards the mountaintop platform.

Wen Ban pushed the camera up a little further.

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The moment Giovanni stepped onto the mountaintop platform, the sun had just sunk below the horizon, and the last rays of orange-red light were disappearing from the horizon across the Hudson River.

He turned around, facing the setting sun and the winding black river below, with his back to New York shrouded in black fog below the cliffs.

Two bishops stood beside him, one holding Durandal horizontally on a golden velvet cushion, the other holding the papal staff aloft.

He raised the holy candle above his head and began to preside over the Mass.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit..."

The prayer gradually fell from between his teeth into the wind on the mountaintop.

He handed the holy candle to the bishop beside him and held Durandal in both hands.

The hilt of the sword rested against the golden horn.

The text on the surface of the horn began to light up gradually, as if affected by something.

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At this moment, Wen Ban was holding a camera while the Pope's speech was nearing its end.

"He will carry your prayers to the mountaintop. He can bear your repentance in the stigmata. You cannot blow the trumpet for him, but you can light a candle for him. We need light. Now pray for all of us!"

Hallelujah!

buzz

Wenban suddenly saw countless points of light in the void converging into a golden torrent, flowing towards the old man on the mountaintop.

Just like the one at Mount Vesuvius. Is this the power of faith?

He kept the camera focused.

As the golden torrent accumulated, the light surrounding Giovanni grew even stronger.

Countless patients in the isolation ward slowly made the sign of the cross on their chests.

Countless believers knelt on the ground and prayed.

Countless people trapped in the plague held up crosses.

On the other side, Giovanni felt the power gathering within him and took a deep breath.

He raised the horn to his lips.

Ugh.

The sound of horns pierced through the black mist from the mountaintop.

Then it shattered.

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[Oh no, the horn is broken! Has the church messed things up?]

[Cowardly before even fighting, drag him out!]

Feeling physically weak, Wenban had no mood to argue with the comments section.

Just as he was about to adjust his posture, he suddenly noticed a white light in the sky.

He raised his hand, trying to reduce the light's interference with his vision.

"Isn't it dusk now?"

The next moment, the sky gave him the answer.

Golden light shone through the clouds.

Wen Ban's camera zoomed in, and the entire sky in the viewfinder began to crack.

It's as if the sky itself is being pushed apart from the inside by some force.

Then a finger emerged from the crack.

When the entire hand was fully revealed, a colossal hand descended from the sky.

The shadow of the hand stretched from the Bocantico Mountains toward Manhattan, casting the entire Hudson River beneath its outline.

The horrifying scene sent chills down Wenban's spine.

Is this the Hand of God?!

The live chat suddenly stopped.

The number of online users is still increasing.

But everyone simultaneously forgot to type.

The hand slowly descended.

Stop your index fingertip below the clouds and gently tap it down.

Hey.

A very faint golden ripple appeared where the fingertip touched the air.

The ripples spread outward from the point of contact, extending along the surrounding area.

Boom! ...

Wherever it passed, the black fog was instantly dissipated, and the clouds over New York turned golden in an instant.

The white horse rider not far away trembled slightly, and his turning towards the giant hand seemed less mechanical.

Then the figure of the white horse knight began to gradually become illusory.

"cough cough"

Wen Ban suddenly noticed that wisps of black mist were disappearing from his chest.

Immediately afterward, the tightness in his chest began to ease, and feeling the dramatic changes in his body, his eyes widened.

"Heh~"

"Guys! I think I'm getting better!!!"

The golden light continued to spread, rapidly sweeping across the entire United States.

Countless elderly women who were praying at home suddenly felt their throats stop spasming.

In the hospital, the nurses watched as the patient's twitching lips finally quieted down.

Dr. Douglas of the Atlanta Centers for Disease Control and Prevention watched as countless patients around him miraculously recovered.

dong dong.

A seed called faith began to sprout in my heart.

He was silent for a moment, then his hand trembled as he made the sign of the cross on his chest.

Hallelujah.

Chapter Ninety-Three Michael

"It actually appeared! I wonder which angel is associated with the church?"

An assistant pulled up satellite images of the United States at that moment.

The sky above America was completely bathed in gold.

"Boss, we've detected that the black fog in the sky has basically dissipated completely, and many disease control centers have reported the latest situation. The patients in the hospital have generally improved."

Upon hearing this, James turned his head back and noticed that everyone in the conference room finally had relaxed expressions on their faces.

The president, who was not far behind him, looked relieved and slumped into his chair.

"Isn't it a bit impolite of the goddess from Greece not to appear by now?"

The sudden sound from the screen jolted everyone awake. James, who had just relaxed, turned his attention back to the screen.

Before anyone knew it, the giant golden hand in the sky had slowly dissipated.

Before them appeared an angel clad in armor, with a long sword at his waist and three pairs of pure white wings on his back.

Upon seeing the newcomer's appearance, James was instantly shocked and stood up: "A longsword, armor... There can only be one angel with this attire, right? Archangel Michael?!"

This person is a very famous figure in the biblical system; the title of "Vice-Governor of Heaven" is practically equivalent to the second-in-command of Heaven.

Not a buddy?

Could the church's trumpet really summon the archangel?

Isn't this a bit too exaggerated?

Even Medusa, who was weaker than the White Horse Knight, was almost impossible for them to resist. You're telling him the church can summon Michael?!

James and the president behind him exchanged a glance, their expressions instantly becoming complicated.

If the church has this ability, then what else is there to say? The ball is yours!

No! It's definitely not that simple!

James suddenly realized that, considering the reason for the coming of the Book of Revelation, the probability of Michael appearing through the golden horn to contact Heaven seemed to be extremely high.

After all, the most famous episode in the Book of Revelation is Michael's victory over Satan, a scene that has been made into a world-famous painting.

Satan attacks Brother Mi's foot with his head.

The archangel hovered in the air, seemingly waiting for something.

The next moment, the void not far away began to blur, and a girl dressed in a Greek dress slowly appeared.

"Wait, how is that possible?"

James almost lost his balance when he saw the girl's appearance, and those around him also experienced PTSD upon seeing her.

The reason is simple: Medusa appeared before Michael!

Keep in mind that the psychological trauma inflicted by Medusa's terrifying power hadn't even lasted a day.

Besides, does Medusa even deserve to be compared to Michael?!

Medusa was almost killed by the White Horse Knight's arrow just now, but now she has transformed into someone who can talk to Michael, who is above the White Horse Knight, on equal footing.

No! He'd bet the president's wig! This is definitely not Medusa!

"Since you've already seen through it all, why say anything more?"

"Is it really worth it to prematurely distort the order of the underworld?"

"Whether it's worth it or not is another matter, but pausing the early start of the Apocalypse will have a greater impact on you, won't it?"

"Since it has happened, it must be God's arrangement."

"Just as always."

After only a few words of conversation, the two figures in the sky began to blur and vanish in an instant.

"Hey, hey, hey, did you all hear what I just said?"

"We are not deaf."

"Quickly find a think tank to analyze it sentence by sentence!!!"

The brief exchange caused an uproar in the entire conference room.

The people in the meeting room exchanged glances; they felt they had countless questions to ask:

Who is that Medusa-like figure in the sky? And what is the order of the underworld?

Can you please stop being a riddle teller?

They couldn't understand anything from this kind of virtual dialogue.