I impersonated God in America

Although he was Syrian, his impression of the existence of this deity was limited to knowing that there were ruins near the Tadmor region.

He glanced cautiously in the direction of the one-way glass; he couldn't see it, but he knew those people were watching.

The stark white light shone on his face. He slowly closed his eyes as instructed, knelt before the idol, clasped his hands together, and recited the prayers copied from the inscriptions on the Palmyra altar.

"Great Malachber, messenger of Baal, holder of the sun, accept the prayers of your servant..."

Then the man stepped forward and offered a glass of wine.

Time passed second by second, and everyone noticed that nothing had changed.

The researchers behind the one-way glass breathed a sigh of relief and discussed the matter in hushed tones.

"I knew it. The higher-ups were making a mountain out of a molehill."

"That's right, there are quite a few mural temples with built-in sacrificial rituals, how could we possibly come across one so easily?"

"Perhaps the authorities thought this legend of the deity was relatively benign, so they wanted to give it a try."

Just as everyone was discussing, they suddenly heard a soft laugh coming from the laboratory below.

"It's amazing that my ritual is still being performed after all this time. Although the pronunciation isn't perfect, the meaning is there."

Everyone was slightly taken aback, and then turned their gaze downwards.

The researcher holding the notebook felt a chill run down his spine; he lost his grip and the notebook fell to the ground.

The person in charge glanced at the summoned deity and nearly wet himself in fright.

In front of the statue, a black hole, resembling a door frame, had appeared torn open at some unknown time.

Before him, the great demon had somehow taken the wine offered on the table and was now in his hands.

This person is a household name in America.

He looked down at the prisoner kneeling on the ground, still trembling.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, afraid of attracting the other person's attention.

However, their efforts were in vain. The great demon below merely glanced in their direction, said nothing more, picked up his wine glass, and then turned and left.

"I'm in a good mood today, but next time we meet, you won't be able to get away with it so easily."

Professor Hawkins, who was sitting in the corner, watched the departing figure and shivered. He finally realized what that feeling of déjà vu he had felt earlier was.

Baal's messenger...

"So the method of sending messages is spatial teleportation?"

Moreover, considering the explosions the other party had created on Wall Street by manipulating flames, he finally guessed the source of the power.

The sun god in regional mythology...

At this moment, the reason why the other party appeared next to the Son of Baal also made sense.

After all, the god they served was Baal.

Everything matches perfectly!

"But... is this guy really a god of order?"

"Yes, the other side is acting with complete impunity in their attacks on America."

"Um, did you guys overlook the other person's background?"

"..."

"The gods of Syria? If so, is it possible that we also bombed their temples?"

"You can remove the 'possible' part."

"In that case, the other party might not have a very good impression of us."

"Print out the report and give those old men upstairs a headache."

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Extraordinary Countermeasures Department.

James watched as the reconnaissance photos were enlarged and projected onto the main screen.

A humanoid creature could be vaguely seen in the mist, its face covered with a layer of unknown scales.

"Minister, do you remember that video we saw earlier, taken by the patrol team?"

James has always had a good memory; he squinted and realized what the analyst next to him meant.

Because in the previous video, it was very clear that the source of the fog was a certain ability user on the ship.

"If nothing unexpected happens, it seems that this guy is the main body of the mist."

Do you have any other good ideas besides these?

The group exchanged glances, and then the think tank spoke first: "We think we can temporarily suspect that the scale is the source of the opponent's power, and perhaps we can start from this point."

"Although the other party's performance is not as difficult to handle as we imagined for the time being, after so many incidents, my intuition tells me that if we don't deal with this guy as soon as possible, it may lead to bigger trouble later."

"Isn't refrigerant the best way to deal with dense fog normally? Do we really have enough reserves?"

"Perhaps we could also try sprinkling salt powder?"

"But isn't it too slow?"

Hearing the discussion below, James immediately stopped it.

"Sound wave defogging method".

This is the most cutting-edge defogging method, and its core principle is acoustic condensation.

Low-frequency, strong sound waves of 130-140 decibels can cause small fog droplets to collide and combine into larger water droplets, which then settle.

Its biggest advantage lies in its extreme suitability for high-concentration fog, its extremely fast response speed, which can significantly improve the situation within minutes, and its extremely low cost.

The only drawback is that it is extremely ineffective for low-concentration fog.

But where can you find low-concentration fog these days?

The fog is so thick you could hit someone with it.

"Hiss, don't tell me, really don't tell me."

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Frontline positions.

Colonel Moran looked at the large machine that had been brought in at the last minute and clicked his tongue in amazement.

Does this method really work?

"Let's trust those guys in the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department. They're at least more experienced than us, aren't they?"

In the sky, the array of loudspeakers mounted on the aircraft were already pointed towards the fog area.

One low-frequency pulse after another was pushed out, and the fog layer was shaken to create a layer of visible ripples.

Colonel Moran waited, watching as the thick fog began to dissipate at a visible rate, only to be filled again, creating a tug-of-war.

Seeing this, he slammed his fist into the rock next to him.

"Ow hoo hoo!"

After a moment, he let out a breath, waving his hands and excitedly saying, "Beautiful."

After all, no matter how much energy the other party has, it can't compete with the cost of an array loudspeaker.

Moreover, this method is much cheaper than liquid nitrogen.

Under wave after wave of low-frequency pulses, the fog began to thin out, and the recovery speed began to slow down.

A giant hand of mist suddenly burst out from the vortex, and the planes overhead were unable to dodge it and turned into fireworks.

Rumble!

But planes continued to circle overhead.

With a pull and a tug, Colonel Moran finally saw the scale reappear.

"Found it! Now!"

Liquid nitrogen tanks sprayed from the east side of the position into the air above the center of the lake.

Immediately afterward, the area where the scales were located solidified, and a blurry, slender figure appeared in the smoke behind them.

Click click.

The scales fell into the water.

Mira knelt on the lake, her hands supporting her knees as she gasped for breath. Once she regained control of her body, she screamed at the sky with a look of terror on her face.

"Watch out, the monster below seems to be related to Leviathan!"

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"As expected, the military has already figured out a way to deal with this kind of monster. They are becoming more and more skilled at handling it."

Lynn sensed the figure in the lake.

This was the result of one of his experiments.

He had previously used a trick to grant power to three Homies separately, and then used a fourth one to fuse them together into a monster.

The goal is to try and see if the Homies can be transformed into monsters with multiple abilities.

But as for the result, it's less about having three abilities and more about being three inseparable individuals.

"So it still doesn't work?"

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The people in the conference room were stunned for a moment. James turned his head and pointed to the screen behind him.

"If I heard correctly, the girl said, 'Who's down there?'"

next moment.

got windy.

The data bar next to the screen shows that the air pressure in the entire lake area is dropping sharply.

Air was drawn from all directions into the center of the lake.

The old trees by the lake were uprooted, their trunks tumbling several times in mid-air before crashing into the ruins at the front.

Waaah.

The wind tore the tree crowns off the branches in pieces, and the leaves were rolled into the air like shredded paper.

The armored vehicle was parked at the edge of the position, and its body was blown over by the crosswind, rolling on the ground like a tumbleweed.

In the airspace directly above the center of the lake, a swirling cloud is spreading outwards.

The clouds were densely packed with lightning.

Moran's back slammed against the frame of the command tent, and he struggled with all his might to maintain his position. The tent's canvas billowed like a flag in the wind.

Boom!!!

Under the light of lightning, the world before him resembled the end of the world, leaving him completely dumbfounded.

"F*** it! Does the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department deal with monsters like this all the time?"

The lake surface began to rotate.

Expanding outwards from the center of the lake, the entire body of water in Lake Superior swirls in the same direction.

A vortex appeared.

Water bulges, meaning to rise.

A towering column of water shot up from the ground.

Hiss!

Finally, what came into view was a three-headed giant snake with a completely blue body.

The three snake heads extend outwards from the same severed neck.

The snake on the left has flames poised to erupt from its mouth, while the snake on the right is enveloped in wind pressure.