I impersonated God in America

Why did Baal's son choose to extend his right hand?

Everyone's faces turned grim; after all, this was far too arrogant.

Then they saw the other person spread out their five fingers, and the outline of a two-headed bird appeared out of thin air above their palm.

Moran heard the gasps of surprise from the staff of the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department through her earpiece.

"That's right! We forgot that this Canaanite god also possesses the power of great sin!"

"You have to stand up straight!"

Is this the power of the sin of greed?

"The two-headed bird has appeared, are you still guessing?"

His palm caught the vortex that was being pushed toward the gates of hell.

Black flames spread from the arm toward the center of the vortex, the blue flames dimmed, and the storm's airflow grew heavier.

Boom!

The great demon pulled his right leg back as if throwing, and then pushed his right hand forward forcefully.

"Go back."

The energy, doubly enhanced by the black flames, burst forth from the front of the door frame.

A black pillar of fire shot forward from the palm of the Son of Baal, its diameter several times thicker than the body of the three-headed serpent.

The pillar of fire rushed forward, skimming the surface of the water, like an undercurrent deep beneath the surface that carries everything with it.

As the flames brushed against the water's surface, the lake water evaporated directly from the point of contact, the steam bursting open and white mist swirling into the sky along the sides of the black flames.

The pillar of fire continued to advance.

The three-headed serpent's raised head was struck squarely at the very front of the pillar of fire.

Just as his body was about to emit blue light, it was canceled out by a purple wave of energy from the Son of Baal's wave of his hand.

Click.

Immediately afterwards, the black vortex of flame reversed and swallowed all three heads of the three-headed serpent.

The three-headed serpent tried to recover, but the purple fluctuations reappeared.

Moran heard James's barely suppressed elation in his voice through the earpiece.

"The three-headed serpent's abilities are completely countered by the Son of Baal's sinful power, and the same sinful power can be neutralized by time manipulation! Its regenerative abilities are also slowed down by the power of time stop! The three-headed serpent is now beyond help!"

"That is to say..."

"That's right! Baal's son won!"

Wait until the pillar of fire dies down.

After the black flames dissipated, a deep, charred trench was left in the road.

Extending towards the center of the lake, the silt at the bottom of the gully has been burned into clay, with wisps of white smoke still rising from the edges.

The water evaporated in large quantities, exposing the sedimentary rocks at the bottom of the lakebed. Black flames poured into the cracks on the surface of the rocks, burning them into charcoal powder.

The three-headed serpent lay sprawled on the edge of the charred ravine, its three heads completely gone, with wisps of smoke still rising from its neck, charred by black flames.

Clang.

The snake's body collapsed onto the ground.

Moran put down his binoculars and instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, I heard the mocking voice of the Son of Baal.

"The matter is resolved, but now I don't really want to leave, what should I do?"

James's voice traveled through the helicopter to the front lines.

"Hehe, you must be joking, right?"

Chapter 113 Who in the world is not versed in magic?

"Fxxk, what a twisted sense of humor!"

Inside the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department's meeting room, everyone watched as the Son of Baal, carrying the three-headed serpent, headed back towards the Gates of Hell.

The great demon, not far away, remained emotionless as always, simply using his spatial abilities to put away the bottle containing the power of great sin.

Looking at the devastation on the battlefield and the two Canaanite gods, everyone felt a mix of emotions.

They never imagined that they would ultimately resolve the issue by cooperating with the devil.

After all, during this period, their relationship could be described as irreconcilable in a sense.

But now?

An evil fire demon has descended upon New York!

The evil devil has burned Wall Street to the ground!

A mysterious, extraordinary being made a deal with the higher-ups.

The noble Canaanite gods will vanquish the evil monsters threatening America!

As for the son of Baal, after he dealt with the three-headed serpent and left, everyone realized that what he said was just a joke.

They were genuinely terrified.

However, it seems that the other party was indeed worthy of being a Canaanite god, and he did value transactions and promises, leaving immediately after completing the transaction.

"It seems that, just as we imagined, those demons of hell are indeed there because of mythological conflicts."

"And if we speculate in this way, we might also be able to guess the various factions in Hell."

Hearing the surrounding discussion, James subconsciously nodded, which was similar to his guess.

After all, with the existence of the Great Demon within the Canaanite mythology system confirmed, it can now be almost 100% confirmed that the Gluttony system within the Seven Deadly Sins is the stronghold of the Canaanite mythology.

"So, wouldn't the war between hell and heaven just be a battle between the biblical system and the surrounding mythological coalition?"

Suddenly, the assistant's voice came from the side.

"Now I'm a little interested in Greek mythology, and where other mythologies stand in this incident? After all, the goddess Medusa was able to speak directly with the archangel, so she shouldn't be an enemy."

"Neutral? It's hard to say. The affairs of gods are still too far removed from us, and besides, we don't have the same amount of information as the church."

"Unfortunately, the church has been keeping the information hidden."

"Yes, we're too passive."

"There are no suitable mythologies in the United States to connect with us. Moreover, given our current situation, perhaps due to the nature of faith and the extent of dissemination, the strength of the local mythological deities is not very high. Even Lord Thunder is slightly inferior to Medusa."

Suddenly, a member of the think tank in the corner dropped a startling conclusion at zero frames.

"If it's related to faith and reach, can we artificially strengthen a particular deity by widely promoting them?"

Boom!

Everyone stared at the think tank in disbelief.

These guys, besides staring at that internet celebrity like stalkers all day long, actually manage to offer decent advice?

While its effectiveness cannot be guaranteed, it at least provides a possible channel for the US government to intervene in mythology.

It's important to know that the United States is a world leader in cultural propaganda, especially its various media organizations, which almost covertly influence global public opinion.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were secretly carrying out cultural colonization.

The sudden idea pulled everyone into a dreamlike world.

James and his assistant exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up: "This method is quite feasible, and the cost to us isn't too high. After all, we only need to give it a push to direct Hollywood's content in a specific direction."

"Yes, the Black Mermaid and Helen of Troy, the most beautiful black woman in Greece, have both come out. There's nothing that can't be affected."

"Unfortunately, America doesn't have the most orthodox gods for us to choose from. The one that's somewhat reliable is the Thunderer."

"Indeed, most of the local gods are not very friendly to us. If we make them stronger, we'll be in big trouble."

"Um, it's just unfriendly? Well, you're quite good at choosing your words."

Just as everyone was discussing, the think tank in the corner once again made a surprising statement.

"Since our local mythology isn't working, should we cooperate with those beings from hell? After all, our cooperation this time wasn't very pleasant, was it? In my opinion, it's all about getting paid to do things..."

"Enough! You really think of anything!"

That's all for today, meeting adjourned!

James slammed his hand on the table and angrily ended the discussion with the think tank.

Splash!

The members of the think tank watched with some unease as the people around them slowly left, and at that moment they realized that something seemed amiss.

After all, the United States is, in a sense, a religious nation, and given the church's clear advantage, it is indeed somewhat inappropriate to openly cooperate with Hell.

Just then, they noticed James preparing to leave, muttering something under his breath as he passed by them.

"Idiot, don't bring this up in the open. Come to my office after get off work and we can talk about it."

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Lynn slowly unfolded the current system panel.

[Child of Baal (Intermediate) Ability: Black Flame (A special effect that grants flames a longer burning time)]

[Currently can accommodate the Seven Deadly Sins (3/7)]

He nodded when he saw the template had been upgraded to intermediate level. These few actions had basically given the template enough influence.

Black flames?

[That sounds like such a lame feature.]

Lynn was the first to see the name of the trait and was somewhat dismissive.

However, as I continued reading, I saw a simple and straightforward effect.

How can there be such a cool name combination as Black Flame in the world?!

Upon seeing the characteristics of this ability, Lynn realized that there had indeed been a scenario in the previous battle where the Slow-Slow Fruit was used to restore the three-headed serpent to its original state.

However, the sons of Baal alone possessed numerous abilities.

He didn't expect that this feature would be upgraded.

Lynn conjured a ball of black flame in his hand, then picked up a wooden craft from the table beside him.

When wooden handicrafts come into contact with black flames, they do not turn into the charred color of normal wooden products. Instead, they begin to oxidize over a long period of time.

The wooden products gradually darkened and tarnished at an alarming rate, developing an effect similar to the patina on antiques.

Then, after Lynn intensified his firepower, it began to decay and eventually turned into a pile of embers.

Finally, the embers vanished in the black flames.

[That's interesting. This unique expressiveness is almost equivalent to having an extra Devil Fruit ability.]

[And these are rare items that can only be found in the highest-level pools.]

Just as I was thinking this, there was a knock on the door.

dong dong dong.

"Your Excellency Archbishop, are you busy? The bishops and priests in the region have all arrived. Please proceed to the conference room to preside over the provincial religious affairs meeting."

Lynn straightened his priest's robe.

"coming."

crunch.

"Your Excellency, please come this way. The main topics of this meeting are..."

Chapter 114 Internal Divisions Within the Church?

St. Patrick's Cathedral, New York Diocese.