I made up myths in America

Chapter 102: Sand Waterfall Burial

It was almost one in the morning.

After two gods, one in the south and one in the north, performed miracles, the color of the sky above San Diego was finally no longer the monotonous and hopeless black.

The terrible locusts, hail, and plagues stayed away from the people who were protected by these two gods.

All they had to face were the army of death with jackal heads and human bodies.

Compared to the completely hopeless situation just now, this is obviously much better.

At least people have the strength to fight against them and the determination to resist.

"Fire!!"

At this time, in a canyon in North County San Diego that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, Major General Grant Walker, who had deployed heavy troops on both sides, gave orders with a serious face after seeing the monsters approaching the canyon.

Suddenly, the mines buried in front of the canyon were detonated one after another.

Amidst the flames and explosions, the vanguard of hundreds of jackal-headed monsters exploded and turned back into sand.

But neither Major General Grant Walker nor the officers around him were happy.

Because in the distance, the earth was rumbling and shaking, and an even larger army of death was coming towards them step by step, weapons in hand.

Even though fighter jets roared across the sky and dropped a large number of missiles and bombs, their numbers did not decrease. A new batch of jackal-headed monsters would immediately emerge from the sand on the ground.

"call"

Seeing this, the major general looked up at the huge cross shining brightly in the sky, then glanced at the crowds of people behind him who needed their protection. A glint of determination flashed in his eyes. He picked up the intercom and said, "Captain Reynard, execute the order. Blow up the St. Vincent Dam now. I will bear all the consequences."

".yes."

There was silence on the intercom for a while before the trembling voice of the Marine captain was heard.

He stood on the hillside, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and nodded to his men who had already installed bombs at the weak points of the dam.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1
After a five-second countdown, there was a loud bang, and a huge gap was blown in the dam with a water storage capacity of 200 million cubic meters. Hundreds of millions of tons of water rushed out with a large amount of mud, sweeping towards the battlefield below the canyon with an overwhelming force.

Boom! ! !
The ground shook violently, and huge waves swept across the sky, submerging the dark army of death, as well as the large area of ​​city buildings and streets behind them.

In the face of this terrifying power of nature, both the US military and the seemingly endless army of death seem insignificant.

By the time the water had flowed away, less than one-tenth of the Death Army was able to gather and stand up again.

When the American soldiers stationed on both sides of the canyon saw this scene, they finally raised their guns and cheered.

"YES, God bless America"

Cheering along with them were the illegal immigrants and a large number of low-income citizens in South County.

They may not have a large number of guns, mines, or dam terrain that can be used.

But the rain that is continuously falling from the sky is itself a continuous weakening of the army of death made of sand.

People don't even have to put in any effort. They can just take out their guns and fire a burst of shots from the roof or other high ground to kill a large number of people.

Extraordinary people like Robert, Tatanka and several Indian teenagers rushed into the rain and engaged in close combat with these monsters.

"kill!!"

People in two different places found ways to resist the army of death in their own ways.

In the sky, the high priest Imhotep saw this scene from afar and his expression turned completely cold.

Whoosh, whoosh—accompanied by a gust of wind and sand.

His tall figure, draped in the black robes of an ancient Egyptian high priest, appeared above the San Diego Naval Base. He stared at Jeanne, who was struggling to hold on before him, and said in a deep voice, "Pagan, no one can stop me from resurrecting Ansuna."

"."

Joan of Arc looked confused, indicating that she had no idea what he was saying.

"Ah."

Imhotep seemed to realize that he had said nonsense. After laughing at himself, he held the Black Book of the Undead and recited the spell with a solemn face.

Boom! !

Below, the San Diego Naval Base, which covers an area of ​​8.1 square kilometers, suddenly shook violently.

The cement asphalt surface began to rapidly turn into sand along with the various buildings on the ground, turning into countless coarse yellow sands.

There was no living creature on the peninsula where the base was located, except Drake and dozens of werewolves.

Amidst their immense shock, as if looking up to a god, the High Priest Imhotep performed this miracle.

The land within a radius of several thousand meters was turned into a desert.

Boom! Boom! !
A larger army of death emerged from the sea of ​​sand, divided into two parts and rushed to the battlefield to harvest the souls of the pagans and collect them into the huge gem at the top of the pyramid to resurrect Ansuna.

"I won't let you succeed, demon!!"

After fighting for so long, Joan of Arc has discovered the core of this large-scale resurrection ceremony, which is the mysterious gem at the top of the giant pyramid.

Her expression became serious, and she rode the bronze horse under her crotch. Her whole body was emitting a white light that was even more dazzling than before, and she flew rapidly towards the top of the pyramid.

Imhotep looked at her expressionlessly, no longer wanting to waste time talking to a dead person.

He slowly descended from the sky into the desert and raised his hand to press it on the ground.

boom! Boom boom! ! !

The rolling yellow sand suddenly created a huge wave and turned into a giant yellow sand palm, which grabbed Joan of Arc, who was about to approach the pyramid, along with her horse, and pressed her back into the desert.

Afterwards, under the increasingly tense gazes of the people watching this battle, this vast sea of ​​sand began to spin and squeeze rapidly like a whirlpool.

Even if one cannot hear the sounds from the scene, one can imagine that under such a horrific attack, no one or anything could be left intact.

Inside the Pentagon, Washington, DC.

The president, who was supposed to get off work at 6:30, but had to work overtime because of the San Diego incident, leaned forward and looked a little nervous after seeing this scene in the satellite image.

After all, in the battle plan they formulated, only Joan of Arc could hold back the High Priest Imhotep, so that the soldiers' fight with the dog-headed monsters on the front line would be meaningful.

And if even Joan of Arc couldn't defeat him.
As he and other federal officials who were able to view the satellite images watched somewhat nervously.

Beneath the yellow sand that swirled and twisted like the sea, wisps of sacred and scorching white light broke out from the ground.

Drake and the other werewolf boys heard Joan of Arc's firm and pious voice under the yellow sand.

“I told God that I wanted to save all the people in the world. I was born to accomplish this mission.”

“It was like this in the past, and it is like this today!!”

(End of this chapter)