I made up myths in America

Chapter 101 All parties appear
These words were spoken by Joan of Arc before she was burned at the stake by the English Inquisition on May 1431, 5. Many French people have read them in their history textbooks.

At this moment, hearing Her Majesty Joan of Arc say this famous quote again, the French at the airport were so excited that their eyes were filled with tears, feeling that they were sure to win this time.

No one could stop a French saint who was extremely devout to God. Some sentimental French people raised their right hands and couldn't help shouting.

"Long live France, long live Joan of Arc, kill those damned Englishmen, oh no, those Egyptians."

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The British people at the airport looked up at the sky in silence. They weren't angry at all, they just thought those damn French guys were annoying!

Amid their cheers and gazes, Joan of Arc, now riding a bronze horse with wings spread out, was flying like a bright white meteor towards the naval base near the seaside of South County San Diego.

In the sky, the wind and sand gathered into the shape of Imhotep's huge face, preventing Joan of Arc from approaching within 500 meters of the giant pyramid.

"That pagan god that the Israelite slaves worshipped??!"

He frowned and looked at the holy light shining on Joan of Arc, a look of obvious disgust flashed across his face, and he opened his mouth and blew gently at her.

Whoosh, whoosh—

In an instant, under the shocked gazes of the people who were watching this battle, a terrifying sandstorm suddenly arose in the sky.

The black sandstorm swept through like a tornado, wreaking havoc on everything around it, uprooting buildings and trees on the ground.

Some soldiers who hid in various corners of the base and did not die at the hands of the jackal-headed monsters, after being blown by the wind and sand, all the water in their bodies disappeared and they turned into horrifying mummies.

"This, this, this is still a fart."

At the airport, Michael's eyes widened when he saw this, and his feet were already walking uncontrollably towards the military transport plane.

But it didn't work out.

George Gently reached out and pulled him back, then blankly read out a figure, "One billion one hundred and forty-three million U.S. dollars in liquidated damages."

Okay, okay, wait for me here, okay?

If it weren't for the fact that they had known each other for so many years, Michael really wanted to draw his gun and shoot him in the head.

He said with a dark face: "Team Leader, there is no way to fight this, okay? We can't just go and give ourselves lives."

"No, we still have a chance. At least we can buy more time for ordinary people to evacuate."

George Gently shook his head and handed him a tablet. After Michael looked at it, his eyes widened in surprise.

It actually contained a video of soldiers from other military bases in San Diego driving armored vehicles and tanks, abandoning the entire South County of San Diego bordering Mexico, and guarding an important entrance and exit of the North County.

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

Michael, who himself came from the military, was well aware of the moral character of these American soldiers.

Although there are occasionally a few tough guys in it, given the various inhumane actions of the US government in recent years, no one is willing to risk their lives for them.

Because everyone knows that you won’t get any pension if you die, and your body might even be auctioned off.

The reason why these soldiers were so motivated and held their ground was because two old acquaintances from the Vatican, whom he had met several times, were leading a group of believers who had gathered spontaneously and were praying in front of a silver cross.

"Father God, I commit my life into your hands and believe that your will is the best. No matter what the outcome, may your name be glorified."

As their prayers grew louder, the silver cross gifted by Archangel Gabriel emitted a holy, dazzling, white light. This holy light rose into the sky, forming an incomparably sacred, pure white cross at least a kilometer high within the dark clouds.

The area within a radius of dozens of miles is illuminated by its light.

Hail, locusts, darkness, and plagues all retreat before it.

This land blessed by the holy cross has become the last pure land in the city of San Diego, where demons are rampant.

No, it should be two pieces.

Because George Gently swiped the tablet and showed Michael another video.

The video shows South County of San Diego, which borders Mexico.

Most of the people living here are low-income illegal Mexican immigrants or Hispanics.

Because they were too close to the pyramids and had no significant value, the federal government had actually abandoned them.

But these people obviously did not give up on survival.

As people spread the word, they spontaneously gathered in the border town where Mina and her group were.

This Indian witch, who is also quite famous in the United States, has put on the mysterious mask of the rain god and is standing in front of the tall totem pole that the townspeople have just built, holding a grand sacrificial ceremony.

“Ah, ahhh!!”

Dozens of serious criminals were brought from prison and had their hearts cut out with obsidian daggers by four Indian teenagers, including Robert and Tatanka, and were sacrificed in front of the totem pole.

Mina opened her arms, looked up at the sky, and cried out, "Great rain god Tlaloc, please accept the gift of these hearts, let their blood become your power, dispel the haze of the night, and make the sun never extinguish."

Boom! !

As soon as she finished speaking, under the shocked gazes of the surrounding citizens, who were actually of Indian descent, the totem pole standing there released bursts of mysterious blue light.

These blue lights rise into the sky.

Suddenly, rain began to fall from the dark sky, and bright flashes of lightning streaked across the night sky.

And when the rain fell heavily, the large swarms of locusts and flies flying towards this side also began to retreat.

The people surrounding the totem pole and Mina witnessed the miracle and knelt on the ground spontaneously, praying to the great god who protected them. Even before this, most of them believed in God.

"Oh, God"

In one night, gods from three pantheons performed miracles on this land. Michael and the FBI agents beside him who saw this video all had expressions of shock on their faces.

Professor Alan Hurston, standing nearby, was also moved. He muttered to himself, "This is a battle of faith between the gods. The American gods are about to be revived in this ancient land."

".So what should we do next, Team Leader?"

Christine turned to look at George Gently and asked the question that everyone in the investigation bureau wanted to ask.

George Gently looked up at the sacred, blazing white light that lit up again amidst the vast sandstorm in the sky. He exhaled and said,
"We should do our part and leave the rest to God."

(End of this chapter)