I made up myths in America

Chapter 87: Sword Pointed at the White House, Heresy (810)

At the same time, the White House is about three kilometers away from Meridian Hill Park.

The president, who usually gets off work at six o'clock, is still working overtime, making video calls and discussing with officials from the Department of Defense and governors of various states how the federal government should respond in order to maintain its dominant position in this increasingly strange and extraordinary era.

And agree on how their federal government should properly handle extraordinary disasters like the Los Angeles Black Moon incident in order to reduce losses and minimize the impact of the disaster.

"First, we must unite in this new era, and under my leadership, America will become great again."

As he got excited, the President's hands began to dance again like he was playing the organ, and he began to deliver his impromptu speech.

At this moment, a White House staff member hurried in and interrupted his speech, "Your Excellency, less than three kilometers away from here in Meridian Hill Park, the bronze statue of Joan of Arc has been resurrected."

"Walter?!!"

The commander-in-chief was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and took the tablet handed to him by the staff beside him.

In the picture, the bronze statue of Joan of Arc, which he had touched once in his youth, suddenly released a strong white light and came back to life in full view of everyone, along with the bronze horse under her crotch.

"Oh, this is a terrible thing."

The Great Commander frowned and offered his own idea, "Perhaps we could send a professional negotiator to negotiate with her. We in America never discriminate against non-human races, and we very much welcome her to join us."

"I'm afraid not, Mr. President."

The White House Secretary-General's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this, and he gently reminded her, "Her Majesty Joan of Arc seems to have a slightly violent personality."

boom! ! !
As soon as he finished speaking, all the staff in the White House heard a huge explosion outside.

It was in Meridian Hill Park. A police helicopter heard that an emergency had occurred here. When it flew over the park, it was suddenly hit by a flagpole thrown out by Joan of Arc like a javelin. The flagpole flashed with a scorching white light and turned into a dazzling ball of fireworks in the air.

Upon seeing this, the White House staff who had just been whispering and discussing why the bronze statue of Joan of Arc was resurrected fell silent, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

This isn't right.

In the education they received from childhood, shouldn't Joan of Arc be an upright and kind national heroine?
The eagle in the park was as confused as they were.

When he used the rat spell to revive the bronze statue of Joan of Arc, he thought that this saint should be able to help him deal with these villains in black suits.

But obviously, Joan of Arc did not think so after her resurrection.

She rode on a tall bronze horse, looking around with her eyes full of anger.

From her perspective, she had never seen a city so mired in sin! !

Especially the white palace in the distance, the boundless sins turned into billowing black smoke that seemed to be materialized, dyeing the entire sky black.

Even the palace where the devil of hell lives is no more than this.

"Heretics, you are all heretics!!"

Joan of Arc, who was given a small part of the power of the [Title] by Lu Bai and instilled with a lot of memories he fabricated, became more and more solemn as she looked at it. She drew the long sword at her waist, spurred her horse and launched a charge, just like she had led the army to charge at the British soldiers.

Teng! Teng Teng!!
At this moment, under everyone's stunned gaze, an extremely dazzling holy light lit up simultaneously on Joan of Arc and the bronze horse under her crotch.

She brandished the long sword in her hand, galloped on her horse, and was the first to kill the most sinful black-suited thugs in the park.

For a moment, blood, flesh and corpses were scattered all over Meridian Mountain Park.

The stunned people finally reacted and began to flee from this nightmare place screaming.

Not far away, on the completely blocked road, the car drivers and passengers in the cars that collided with each other were almost dumbfounded at this time.

No, this is Joan of Arc?
Why is it different from the introduction they read in their elementary school textbooks??!

While most people were shocked by the scene that overturned their cognition and made their brains go blank.

Some smart people have already taken out their mobile phones or more professional photography equipment and started live broadcasts.

Normally, he is a fitness influencer who sells steroids on live streaming. Recently, he has started selling oriental pills that are said to have magical effects. Sam is one of them.

What others saw was Joan of Arc going crazy and killing people, but what he saw was a huge wave of traffic coming towards him. This is cognition.

As others screamed and drove away, Sam excitedly took out his usual live broadcast equipment from the car and filmed this historical figure and Catholic saint.

"Oh my God, that's the bronze statue of Joan of Arc, what is she doing?!!"

“Shouldn’t people be asking why a statue would come alive?”

"None of this matters. What matters is why Joan of Arc brutally murdered black people. Is she also a racist?"

The bronze statue of Joan of Arc was resurrected, and the former national heroine was transformed into an executioner, slaughtering people near the White House in Washington.

These few sentences combined instantly set off the entire American network.

The number of people entering Sam's live broadcast room was increasing rapidly almost every minute, and it even caused lag in his live broadcast room at one point.

"Yes, I will send it."

Looking at the rapidly increasing number of live broadcast viewers, Sam's dark face turned red, and this was the only thought in his mind with excitement.

So much so that he didn't notice that as the number of sinners in the park decreased, Joan of Arc's eyes, flashing with a holy white light, turned and locked onto him.

boom! !

The next second, as Zhendra pulled the reins, the bronze horse raised its front hooves and neighed, carrying her high up, like a missile, across a distance of dozens of meters, and heavily crashed into the big muscle car Ford Mustang next to Sam.

As if hit by a super-heavy armor-piercing shell, the Ford Mustang suddenly exploded into a ball of sparks.

In the explosion, Sam was blown away like a toy, his eyes went black and his mind went blank.

The camera just happened to capture him as he fell to the ground. Joan of Arc was sitting on a bronze horse with a solemn expression, raising her sword to sentence him.

"Heretic, your sins are darker than your skin."

As soon as the words fell, a milky white crescent sword energy was emitted from the edge of Joan of Arc's sword, instantly cutting off Sam's head and leaving a deep sword mark on the ground.

(End of this chapter)