I impersonated God in America

After that prayer, his sentence was lifted.

The reason he came again this time was because the authorities promised him a large sum of money.

Making money isn't shameful.

He skillfully poured the wine into the cup on the altar, clasped his hands together, and performed the same procedure as before.

However, this time they discovered that the great demon had not reappeared in the isolation room.

Oh no, are they going to withhold my money?

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Oh no, the plans have changed. Are they going to ditch us?

The sudden change made the president feel uneasy.

The next moment, he felt as if a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Could it be? No way?

He looked at everyone in the conference room and saw that they all looked panicked.

He seemed to realize something and stiffly turned his head toward the hand on his shoulder.

Sure enough, the face that haunted his nightmares appeared.

"This is the second time you've contacted me. It seems you have something that absolutely requires my intervention."

[They even managed to track us down via the phone line?!]

Despite his heart pounding, the president managed to calm himself and cautiously spoke to the demon beside him:

"In Canaanite mythology, Baal-hadda slays Lottang. Now Lottang has reappeared, and we hope you..."

The great demon tilted his head: "What does this have to do with me? Besides, you're bringing up an old story to ask me for help?"

"Is the whereabouts of the sin of jealousy enough?"

The great demon suddenly raised his head, then slowly lowered his body to meet the president's gaze.

Then I reached out and gently patted the other person's face with the back of my hand:

"continue."

[F*** you! I'm the president!]

I have never suffered such humiliation!

That's what I was going to say.

But despite the humiliation, the deal still needs to be discussed.

After all, you can't hit someone who's smiling.

The president forced a smiley face and continued the negotiations:

"Leviathan's offspring are gathering the sin of envy and are currently heading to the Atlantic Ocean to awaken Leviathan at the Sea of ​​Origin."

"In order to collect the Seven Deadly Sins, Your Excellency has already taken Greed and Pride. If the offspring of Leviathan were to take them to the deep sea first, would His Highness, Son of Baal, still be able to collect the complete Seven Deadly Sins?"

"The souls of a thousand sinners."

It's done!

The president suppressed his joy and then took out an address that had been prepared in advance from the table and placed it on the table:

"This prison holds serious criminals who are sentenced to life imprisonment or more, almost all of whom have committed crimes against humanity. You can go here to collect your money at any time."

The great demon glanced at the location, then turned around and summoned a familiar spatial portal in front of him.

Watching the other person's departing figure, everyone except the president finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, they never expected that the other party could find their location by following the phone line.

The demon is finally gone.

Ta-da.

The next moment they noticed that the great demon, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped:

"Remember what I said last time? I won't let you get away with this so easily when we meet again."

The president saw the other person's hand make a loose squeeze in the air.

Immediately afterwards, three senior executives sitting in the corner of the conference table suddenly developed a crack on their necks.

Then his eyes began to dim and lifeless, and with a thud, his head fell onto the table and began to slowly roll.

The president stared into the eyes of the head that had rolled in front of him, and his heart began to pound again.

Another high-ranking official nearby watched as two familiar "friends from the island" were killed, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

The next moment, he found that the scene in front of him began to spin.

Why do I feel dizzy? Have I drunk too much?

The last image I saw in my life was of my headless body.

The president sat there, staring at the lifeless head before him, his body trembling, not daring to utter a single word.

"That makes it only 996."

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The St. Mary River front.

Colonel Moran picked up the binoculars.

In the footage, the three-headed snake has already rolled over.

The pillar of fire from the left snake head swept across the last line of defense on the west bank of the river, while the storm from the right snake head blocked the firepower from the sky.

He plugged the earpiece back into the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department.

"We can't hold on. This guy has already crossed the St. Mary River, and Lake Huron is just ahead."

How much ammunition do we have left?

"Although there are still some, they were all blocked by the power of the central head. Our pre-prepared bunker-buster bombs were also basically ineffective. Do you have any new plans?"

Hey.

【Huh? What's that noise?】

The sky suddenly darkened for a moment.

Moran raised the binoculars slightly.

Suddenly, a large green gate appeared in the far distance.

Inside the door frame, a deep red vortex was slowly rotating.

The runes along the edge of the green door frame began to light up one by one.

He put down his binoculars, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his brow.

"No way? The Gates of Hell!!!"

After all, they had seen the follow-up reports on the last disaster that occurred in New York.

He naturally understood what the appearance of this door meant.

He glanced at the menacing three-headed serpent behind him, then at the terrifying gates of hell on the other side.

There are wolves in front and tigers behind.

Which side should I attack now?

Suddenly, James's voice came through the call: "Ignore the Gates of Hell. All we need to do is stop the three-headed serpent."

[One of our own?!]

Listening to James's words, Moran seemed to realize a problem as well.

An unprecedented hesitation appeared on his face.

He glanced at the Gates of Hell with some hesitation.

[Will I be unable to go to heaven after we cooperate?]

After all, death is not the end.

I was killed by the three-headed serpent on the battlefield, by jumping off a cliff.

I have absolutely no desire to cooperate with these demons...

Chapter 111 The Gates of Hell Open Again

Michigan.

Harold stuffed the newly signed shipping order into a folder.

Paul, the accountant from next door, came in carrying two cups of coffee and placed one of them on his desk.

"You're about to make a fortune again, can you feel it?"

They hadn't expected that the military would just come and request another batch of liquid nitrogen tanks from them.

"Although I don't know where the fight is taking place, all I can say is that this battle was fought well."

“If this war goes on any longer, you’ll be set for life.” Paul picked up his coffee cup and blew on it. “If I were you, I’d already be booking my flight to Hawaii.”

"Forget it, who knows how long this fight will last? If it continues, I'll be in Hawaii and the goods will be here, so we'll be stuck in both places. It's better to just wait here. These kinds of opportunities are rare."

Harold leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his stomach, and said, "I wonder which unlucky guy from somewhere encountered such a supernatural disaster."

A very deep rumble came from outside the window.

What's going on? Is this training?

Harold put down the chair, walked to the window, and opened the blinds a crack.

A streak of orange-red fire was plummeting down the distant horizon, trailing black smoke in its wake. He pulled the blinds open a little further.

Suddenly he felt his heart stop.

Paul.

"What's wrong? I'm trading stocks right now, don't interrupt my money-making."

"Come and take a look at this."

Paul placed his coffee cup on the windowsill and leaned closer.

Then he saw the wreckage of a fighter jet fall from the sky.

The flashes of the explosion were reflected at the bottom of the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of missiles streaked across the sky, trailing white smoke, hurtling toward the same target from different directions, their trajectories intertwining into a dense web.

But the next moment, a visible storm formed in mid-air, directly intercepting most of the missiles.

"I think I know where this unlucky guy is from."

"F*** it! What are you waiting for? Run!"

"No! My inventory!!!"

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Extraordinary Countermeasures Department

Everyone watched the three-headed snake on the screen with tension.

At this moment, the opponent had moved the snake heads away from other targets and focused them all on the Hell Gate summoned by the Great Demon.

Its left head rose, and terrifying flames instantly spewed out towards the Gates of Hell.

The other snake head followed closely behind, propelling the twisting hurricane forward. The wind fueled the flames, making them burn even more fiercely.

"Damn it, it completely ignored our attacks. Does this thing have that much aggro?"

"After all, the other side isn't stupid; they must know where the real threat lies."

At the same time, one soul after another floated towards the "progress" above the Gates of Hell.