I made up myths in America

Chapter 106 Beauty is Justice

In the face of this power that can change the world, all words seem pale in description.

The people whose minds went blank after being struck by the miracle before them only had one thought in their minds:
"How did those British guys send Joan of Arc to the stake? Were they really that powerful back then? No way!!"

The commander-in-chief, who also wanted to know the answer to this question, looked at the various experts and professors invited to the conference room.

After all, he really doesn't understand this aspect.

"Mr. President, I think there are two possible factors besides the British turning to the devil at that time."

A senior history professor who recently changed his career and began to study myths and legends of various countries coughed lightly and expressed his views on this.

He believed that Joan of Arc might not have always possessed such powerful strength, at least not when she was alive.

Otherwise, the Hundred Years' War between England and France would not have been so difficult.

It is possible that Joan of Arc became a saint after her death, and her soul ascended to heaven and became an angel.

And if it was a real angel who came to earth and displayed such great power, it would be very reasonable.

"Well, that makes sense."

The Ministry of Defense officials standing by nodded secretly and breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, they had finally turned the tables and were now under pressure from Britain.

If the British ancestors were so powerful, that would be terrible. Wouldn't they have to act like grandsons in front of those poor British people?

"What about the second reason?"

Someone asked the expert.

"The second factor, I think, may be related to the rules of the world."

The professor thought for a moment and then murmured, "After all, Archangel Gabriel once said that a new round of celestial conjunctions has begun. Perhaps for these gods, interfering with reality also requires certain conditions to be met. If these conditions are not met, their influence on the real world will be weakened."

"If we use this inference as a basic theory, many historical events that we cannot understand can now be explained."

"For example, why did the Vatican, which once dominated all of Europe, gradually lose its influence and power in modern times?"

"And the Indians, who were also blessed by the gods of the Americas, experienced periods of great prosperity like the Aztec and Mayan civilizations, before gradually fading into extinction."

The professor became more and more excited as he spoke, and he thought he could even start a new subject of mythology and history based on this.

but.
Neither the commander-in-chief nor the officials in the conference room had time to listen to his brilliant reasoning, but instead stared at the screen.

In the satellite images, after enduring this epic blow, the body of the terrifying Egyptian high priest Imhotep finally broke apart.

Click, click, click——

An extremely dazzling golden light emanated from the sword wound in the middle of Imhotep's body, making it impossible for his body made of wind and sand to heal.

But he didn't care about these at the moment. Instead, he turned back with a sad and angry look, looking at the giant pyramid that was split in half and now fell into the freshly baked strait, and said angrily: "No, Ansuna"

He stretched out his hand, as if trying to retrieve the pyramid that had fallen into the sea.

But the next second, more glowing cracks appeared on his body, and his expression froze instantly.

boom! !

Under the despairing gazes of Drake and the werewolf teenagers, their master, the High Priest Imhotep, suddenly exploded and turned into endless wind and sand.

"Do not!!"

At this moment, Drake's eyes were bloodshot and he even screamed even more miserably than Imhotep just now.

After all, without Imhotep, there would be no hope for him to turn back into a human being. Moreover, the whole world now knows that he is a traitor.
"Pfft!!"

On the side, Christine took advantage of his distraction, jumped high, and inserted the sword in her hand into his back upside down.

"You, damn, woman!!!"

Drake turned around with blood spitting out of his mouth, looking at her viciously, and using his last bit of strength, he spat out a high-pressure wind ball with blood in it.

boom! ! !
Christine, who was hit by it, had her sword broken in her hand, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, and her body was thrown far away and fell in the desert.

".Hoho, go!"

Seeing this, the leader wolf Doug's eyes flashed with blood. He looked at Joan of Arc in the distance with great hatred, and jumped into the separated strait without hesitation with the other werewolf boys, splashing huge water on the sea surface.

Pfft! !

In a flash, Michael and Kane were the only two people left standing in the desert, barely able to stand. They exchanged glances, supported each other, and cautiously approached Joan of Arc, whose body was becoming increasingly transparent and ethereal.

But Joan of Arc did not look at them at this time. Instead, she stood there leaning on the golden holy sword, looking up in the direction of France in the east, with a hint of deep regret in her beautiful blue eyes.

"Please protect this beautiful world for me, both of you."

She let out a soft sigh.

As a gust of wind blew, his body and the holy sword in his hand completely disintegrated into countless golden points of light and rose into the sky.

"Her Majesty Jeanne d'Arc!!"

Seeing this scene, countless French people who were watching the satellite broadcast on TV were moved to tears.

Meanwhile, in the North County Canyon, the smiles on the faces of the American soldiers who had just been cheering as the army of death turned into sand and disappeared suddenly stopped.

Everyone looked up at the golden dots rising into the sky in a daze.
The accompanying war correspondent felt that the most critical moment of his life had come, so he took a deep breath and captured this scene with his camera.

The next morning, this photo appeared on the headlines of major news media without exception.

On the devastated San Diego battlefield, people were either standing or sitting, all looking up at the sky with pious and sentimental eyes.

This scene, which seems to appear only in mythological epics, is far more contagious than a hundred large-scale masses held by the Vatican.

On that day, 137 airports, streets, and squares throughout Europe and the United States were renamed after Joan of Arc.

At the same time, the Catholic Cathedral in Rouen, France, has been surrounded by angry French people.

Even though the unfortunate bishop explained with a bitter face that the British Inquisition five hundred years ago had nothing to do with them, no one listened. Someone even angrily threw a rotten egg at the bishop's face.

And after making sure that the danger is really gone.

The next day, many people drove from nearby cities to the strait that was split open by Joan of Arc's sword.

In the end, I didn't go.

This place has been surrounded by barbed wire by the Investigation Bureau, searching for the rat charm that followed Joan of Arc into the sea after she rose into the sky.

"It shouldn't be."

Nathan, who was left here to take charge of this matter, scratched his head and looked at the computer in front of him.
"Comparing those satellite images, the rat charm should have landed in the nearby sea area."

As he spoke, he looked to his right, wanting to ask the Eagle who had redeemed himself for his crimes whether he had discovered anything with the compass.

But the result was empty.

Nathan was stunned for a moment and asked his colleague next to him, "Where's Feiying?"

"He just said he had a stomachache, so I asked Hunter and Thompson to accompany him to the bathroom."

As he spoke, the agent's expression changed.

The two men looked at each other, drew their guns, and hurried to the tent on the far left of the makeshift camp.

When they opened the tent, they found only their two colleagues lying on the ground and unconscious.

Oh no, this guy actually ran away! !

At the same time, outside an antique shop in New York's Chinatown, a breeze blew, and a string of bronze bells hanging under the eaves swayed, making crisp sounds.

Inside the house, the aroma of tea rose.

Lu Bai sat in front of the tea table, looking at the Bai Ze monster picture with a sudden increase of more than five million wishes, with a smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"As expected, appearance is justice!!"

Even he himself did not expect that Joan of Arc's appearance would bring so much power.

The 2.5 million willpower points I spent on copying the magical power of [Xianzhao] last time have been earned back, and even more.

He can even copy Drum's other seemingly more powerful innate magical power, [Dragon God].

"But there's no rush."

Sensing that as the cumulative wish power he had obtained exceeded ten million, some wonderful changes were taking place inside the Bai Ze Monster Map.

Lu Bai picked up the teacup and blew on it gently, then decided to go to the Mountain and Sea Realm first. The time he had agreed with the Shusha tribe was approaching.

(End of this chapter)