I impersonated God in America

If going to hell is necessary, wouldn't that go against one's own goals?

Revelation Chapter 21.

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more.

"You're hesitating now because you're afraid of going to hell. Then for whom is the new heaven and new earth reserved?"

An old voice suddenly spoke from the corner.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time. The speaker was the Archbishop of Milwaukee.

"To be honest, I've been a priest for over forty years. I dare say I've never done anything in my life that could send me to hell."

"I have lived a cautious and prudent life, and I am always thinking about my Lord."

“I hope to witness the Lord’s final judgment. But someone has to go and spread the gospel.”

"If sacrificing myself can bring about the Apocalypse, then I will have no regrets."

"We are not the destroyers of the world, but the forerunners of the gospel!"

The Archbishop of Milwaukee pushed his chair back, stood up from the table, and walked to the front of the golden cup.

The other archbishops all stood frozen in place, their eyes filled with disbelief.

【No, are you serious?】

He walked up to the golden cup and heard the other person's voice.

Fill the glass with wine. The wine should be like blood.

The Archbishop of Milwaukee walked up to the wine cabinet without hesitation.

puff.

With a crisp pop of the bottle being opened, the wine slowly poured in along the side of the glass.

The Archbishop of Philadelphia reached out to stop him: "Ducalen, after this drink..."

But Archbishop Ducalen did not hesitate to raise the golden cup to his lips, close his eyes, and drink it all in one gulp.

"Cough cough."

Archbishop Ducalen stood still, seemingly sensing new abilities.

Just a moment later, they noticed that Dukaren took a deep breath and opened his eyes again, his gaze bright and clear, as if he had been baptized, completely different from his previous old-fashioned appearance.

The other archbishops exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a complex mix of envy and other emotions.

Then, the other person pointed their right hand at the medieval knight's armor lying idle in the corner, then flicked their hand, their arm extending forward, turning into bright red blood.

He then extended his arm back.

Click.

Cracks appeared one after another on the armor, which then broke into countless fragments scattered on the ground.

Archbishop Ducalen took a deep breath.

"I'm better than ever before."

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St. Mary's Church.

Lynn hovered her fingertips above the table.

A small wisp of grayish-white mist was slowly swirling between his fingers.

This small patch of fog is the result of his efforts over this period of time.

Ever since he obtained the Disease Fruit, he has been trying to find a way to imbue the fruit with the power of the virus.

However, things didn't go smoothly until the appearance of the Soul-Soul Fruit provided him with a new idea.

After all, Homies could previously be granted Devil Fruit abilities.

If that's the case, is there a possibility that the virus could be given a soul to create a Homie?

Then, through the system, can the virus Homies be given fruit abilities?

As he had expected, things turned out to be just as he had imagined.

Or rather, the results were more pleasing than he had imagined.

The Homies created in this way have a basic intelligence that allows Lynn to create certain rules for many abilities, much like an electrical switch.

It can also allow Homies to do some more tedious tasks.

For example, the ability can be disseminated in a pre-set manner.

Then, thinking of the archbishop in front of him, Lynn's expression remained somewhat subtle.

However, to some extent, the other party's awareness is indeed quite high.

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He switched to the perspective of the gold cup.

Archbishop Ducalen was standing in the same spot.

The surface of the water in the golden cup remained still for a moment.

"Make good use of the power of the Golden Cup."

He lowered his head; the golden cup in his hand had gone cold.

He could feel that the dark red mass that had been churning in his abdomen had receded, and his blood had returned to its initial temperature.

"You need more companions on this thorny path."

"Perhaps the world no longer deserves a false ceasefire of peace; it is now being overdrawn by people."

"Leave the golden cup for the next drinker, and pour out the newly brewed wine."

"Let the red stirrups crush this false ceasefire, and let humanity completely abandon the delusion of relying on itself to seek mediation."

"Until the day peace is taken from this land."

"Let the world face true judgment, and let the sinners fall into hell."

"And you will be heading to hell surrounded by a crowd."

Chapter 116 Choosing a Team Before the Battle

The new White House.

The long table at the conference was now full of people, with most of the top executives gathered together, each with a copy of the latest draft of the extraordinary strategy spread out in front of them.

James sat at the head of the conference table.

He has recently undergone a dramatic transformation, steadily rising in his position within the government.

Don't ask why you got promoted so quickly, just ask yourself if you got promoted or not?

But no one had any objections.

After all, if you want a horse to run fast, you can't skimp on the hay.

The president opened the draft, tapped the table to draw everyone's attention, and began, "That plan recently provided by the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department..."

"The main purpose of this meeting is the issue of choosing a deity."

The Secretary of State shook his head and broke the silence first: "It seems like we have a lot of choices, but do we really have any? We can't choose those indigenous gods at all, and choosing the Aztec gods of Mexico is too risky."

"Indeed, a controllable and benignly dependent Mexico is a truly good Mexico."

“Other mythologies are too far removed from us, so in reality, the only options we have are the indigenous gods who are currently on friendly terms with the United States.”

He looked around, then opened the draft and pointed to the location of New York: "We have no choice but to go with the Thunderbirds."

Upon hearing the Secretary of State's words, all the officials below nodded in agreement.

"Moreover, their biggest weakness is that they are restricted by territory, but that may not be a bad thing for us. It means that they will not develop into an uncontrollable factor. At worst, they will only lose New York."

"Indeed, with so many cities in America, we can afford to lose New York."

"If the train crashes, it will be tough on the residents of New York."

"It's okay, we'll share the blame when the time comes."

He noticed that opinions below were gradually reaching a consensus.

The president nodded, then looked at the Minister of Information.

He didn't speak, but the other person nodded knowingly.

People left one after another. A few people glanced at James with subtle expressions as they left, but said nothing and continued to walk away slowly.

crunch.

After the door closed, only the president, the secretary of defense, and James remained in the room.

The president loosened his tie by half an inch and leaned back in his chair.

"I'd like to hear the follow-up to the matter with the Canaanite gods."

James put the report on the table.

“The Son of Baal’s abilities during the Lake Superior incident far exceeded expectations. He has already collected at least three of the Seven Deadly Sins, and we suspect that his combat power has completely surpassed that of the Thunderbird.”

The Secretary of Defense glanced at James and added, "Most importantly, the other party left immediately after the deal, without breaching the contract or demanding any additional compensation. This level of commitment to the deal far exceeded expectations, especially given America's lack of high-end combat capabilities; they are an ideal partner."

They had already discussed this matter privately before and all agreed that the benefits outweighed the drawbacks.

This was simply to reach an agreement with the president.

"How will we explain this to the church if we cooperate with Canaan?" The president looked away from the briefing.

"Excuse my bluntness, but perhaps you're worrying about yourself a little too much..."

Seeing the president's scrutinizing gaze, the defense minister did not hesitate to lay out the trump card that could kill the game.

“We know more about our private lives than anyone else. If we were to follow Heaven’s admission criteria, even a beggar on the street would have a better chance of getting into Heaven than we do.”

"If the trial really comes, none of us can escape it. Are we going to start trying to fix things now?"

The president remained silent as he listened to the defense minister's words.

But this in itself is a statement in a certain sense.

The defense minister continued, "So, sir, it's not that we don't want to choose, it's that we have no choice."

"Besides, the people in hell aren't a mob either."

James tapped his finger lightly on the table.

"Canaan, Lucifer, and the surrounding pantheons have most likely been sent to hell, though they may be at a disadvantage. But if these gods were truly so vulnerable, the War of the Gods wouldn't have ended with both sides sitting down and signing a wager."

"If we could have pushed straight through, we would have done so already."

"The war was called off because neither side could afford to fight, and both sides had enough trump cards to make each other wary."

"At least I don't think hell is without its advantages," the Defense Secretary added.

The president remained silent for a moment.

"Let's test the waters first."

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Philadelphia, an underground gathering.

Although somewhat cramped, a well-decorated hall held dozens of people wearing dark hoods who were waiting below.

Milton sat in the last row, his hood pulled low.

After the Catholic Church found him, he was transferred to a church near the Great Lakes, which now seems to be the best move he ever made.

He looked around and found that he could barely make out the faces of the other people.

Everyone was constantly reciting the Rosary, and occasionally you could hear a few familiar voices?

The host, wearing a hood, stood in front of the wooden table.

"Tonight's new companions, raise the golden cup."