I made up myths in America

Chapter 105 Red Lotus Saint
At this moment, the atmosphere in this airport room used for ancient witchcraft was so awkward that it could no longer be described.

Many FBI agents drew their guns and pointed them at Feiying, who had already raised his hands.

"No, Chief George, I had no idea it would be like that."

Feiying looked at George Gently, the only one who still kept his sanity in the room, with an expression that made him want to cry but couldn't.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo.”

George Gently took several deep breaths before he suppressed the urge to have someone shoot this bastard to death.

He asked with a sullen face, "Mr. Eagle, I believe you didn't do it on purpose, but I want to know what effect that ancient witchcraft will have on Saint Joan of Arc?"

"this."

Feiying hesitated to speak, fearing that he would be shot to death after speaking out.

Before he could speak, the images in the satellite imagery had already given everyone the answer.

Click, click, click——

Joan of Arc, who looked no different from a real person in appearance, was now like broken porcelain after being illuminated by the green beam of light, with many fine cracks appearing on her face and body.

"Isn't this body my own after all?"

In the desert, Joan of Arc, kneeling on one knee, raised her hand and stared blankly at her cracked palm. A scorching white light shone through the cracks.

"Ahhh, you damn bastard!!"

In the airport room, a French-born FBI agent lost control of himself after seeing this scene. His eyes turned red and he wished he could shoot the bastard in front of him.

"Calm down, calm down."

The colleague next to him quickly pulled him back and stared at the satellite images in the room with the same nervous eyes.

Fortunately, after the initial collapse, the battle flag in Saint Joan of Arc's hand burst into an extremely dazzling light, continuously transmitting strength to her, which seemed to temporarily stabilize her body.

Everyone who was following the real-time battle situation in San Diego couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

so far so good.

The situation has not yet reached its worst point.

But the next second, their hearts were suddenly lifted up again.

Because in the desert, it seemed that too much power was sent to Joan of Arc, and the sacred aura released by the battle flag was no longer enough to imprison Imhotep.

A dark aura that seemed to be tangible continuously flowed out from the Black Scripture of the Undead in his hand.

The holy sky, which was painted white by the holy flag in Joan of Arc's hand, began to show a second color.

And just like thick ink dropped into clear water, the darkness is spreading rapidly at an exaggerated speed.

After a while, the official trio who were still fighting fiercely with the monsters near the pyramid found that the sky suddenly darkened.

"No way??!"

Michael took a moment to look back and his heart sank.

Whoosh, whoosh—

In this desert, a terrifying sandstorm once again arose, and it was pitch black and seemed to be able to swallow up everything in the world.

"You lose, heretic, I said no one can stop me from resurrecting Ansuna"

Imhotep, wearing a black robe, flew high up, opened his arms, and looked down at Joan of Arc who was having difficulty moving below.

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Joan of Arc did not respond to him. She knelt on the ground with the battle flag in her hand, raised her head while panting, and took a last nostalgic look at the sky.

Then he put his hands together, closed his eyes, and made a prayer gesture.

"The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the sky is the work of His hand.

The day conveys language, and the night conveys knowledge.

The warm light spreads across the earth and extends to the end of the world.

Climb up from the end of the sky and go all the way around to the end of the sky.

My end is here, my destiny is here, my life is here."

As Jeanne's prayers grew more resolute and devout, tiny dots of white light rose into the sky, forming a large-scale, clearly visible phenomenon over the desert. Even people dozens of kilometers away could clearly see it.

At an important entrance and exit of North County San Diego, American soldiers who were operating machine guns to fire at the jackal-headed monster that was climbing up the cliff raised their heads and stared blankly at the huge vision in the sky, which even obscured the light of the cross.

That was the scene of Joan of Arc being burned at the stake by the English Inquisition in Rouen, France on May 1431, 5.

Even at that last moment, Joan of Arc did not succumb to the heretics of the Inquisition.

She said to the people, soldiers, and priests in the audience with a firm voice, "The voice I heard is from God. You have no right to judge me!"

The priests of the English Inquisition turned a deaf ear to this and ordered the soldiers to light the stake.

The raging flames engulfed this beautiful girl who was only nineteen years old but had led the French people to victory again and again.

"Woo woo, British guys, you really deserve to die!!!"

Countless French people who saw this scene online were in tears. Even many British people who were traveling and working in France were confused at this moment. They were surrounded by the French and beaten up.

At this time, with the historical vision of Joan of Arc being burned at the stake in the sky, it reached the final step.

In reality, Joan of Arc also recited the last sentence of her prayer.

"Lord, I will leave this body to your disposal. After despair, there will be hope!!!"

boom! ! !
As soon as Joan of Arc finished speaking, an extremely fierce golden flame ignited within a radius of hundreds of meters around her body, and the battle flag in her hand also began to burn.

It was as if the raging fire that took her life more than five hundred years ago had now turned into the power for her to defeat her enemies.

"Oh, God."

All the people who witnessed this scene held their breath at this moment, staring at the screen without blinking. In the boundless sea of ​​fire, Saint Joan of Arc stood up again, and her body gradually became transparent.

But the battle flag in her hand completely transformed into a golden holy sword condensed from flames.

Even though they were several kilometers away at the edge of the pyramid, Michael and others could feel the holy sword's incomparable heat and its extremely destructive aura like the sun.

Trample, tramp, tramp——

Joan of Arc walked out of the sea of ​​fire, raised the golden holy sword in her hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at the high priest Imhotep in the sky, and said softly:

"No one can easily take the life of another to satisfy their own selfish desires."

"Devil, today is the day you die."

As soon as she finished speaking, Joan of Arc, whose body became increasingly transparent, took a deep breath, grasped the sword with both hands, and swung it towards the giant pyramid in the distance.

"Do not!!"

Originally, he was just a little solemn, and did not think that the pagan's soul-burning attack could hit him, who had turned into wind and sand. Seeing this, his face changed drastically, and he flew over without hesitation, raised his hand and pressed it on the ground, blocking the giant pyramid.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, the desert transformed by the naval base was turned upside down, and endless sand waves were lifted up, forming an extremely huge sand wall in front of Imhotep and the giant pyramid. It was at least several hundred meters thick and connected the sky and the earth.

"call"

Michael and others who were standing next to the pyramid didn't dare to breathe, fearing that they would be killed by Joan of Arc.

And under their extremely nervous gaze, the 'sky' cracked open!!!
The golden sword energy filled with terrifying destructive aura instantly split the huge sand wall that could probably even stop a nuclear bomb. Then it was Imhotep standing in front of the giant pyramid, and the pyramid behind him.

Chime! !

At this moment, everyone in San Diego could see an extremely powerful golden light shining in the sky.

A crescent-shaped golden sword filled with destructive aura split the giant pyramid in half, and the remaining force split the peninsula under Joan of Arc's feet and the sea in the distance in half.

Click, click, click

The crack in the abyss suddenly opened up and quickly extended to both sides of the island at a speed comparable to the propagation of sound.

After a while, the island was completely split into two halves, each following the pull of gravity. The crack became wider and wider, and finally formed a canyon gully hundreds of meters wide, filled with tens of thousands of tons of sea water.

The miracle of Moses parting the sea was once again performed before people.

There was silence in the Pentagon conference room.

Everyone was shocked speechless at this moment.

(End of this chapter)