Hodgson listened to his colleagues talking, his aged face twisting with frustration.
East Asia had gods and Buddhas to protect it. Europe had the Norse Gods and God. Black Africa had the gods of Egypt and the Great Master. Only America had no divine protection!
Before, he might have shrugged it off. At worst, America would lose its status as Blue Star's dominant power.
But Cthulhu Fhtagn's invasion had suddenly made him realize just how vulnerable a country without divine protection could be.
If the Evil God Cthulhu Fhtagn had appeared in America's Big Apple City instead, he could think of nothing they could have done.
American forefathers, why couldn't you have lived peacefully alongside the Indians when you came to the New World? If you had, we wouldn't still be afraid to contact the Feathered Serpent God.
He was miserable, but Bilborn was even more so.
Napoleon, when you seized the crown from Barnabas, did it never occur to you that he might live for two hundred years?
After what you did, how can Gaul and the Papal State ever be like family again?
Heaven stood there in silence, utterly still.
After watching closely for more than a dozen hours, even the presidents could take no more. One by one, they told someone to watch the screen and wake them if anything happened, then went to sleep.
Since Ghroth had sounded the Celestial Choir, they had rarely slept more than four hours. Without top medical personnel looking after them, their bodies would have given out long ago.
Even so, their eyelids were so heavy they could barely keep them open. Only a few hundred staff members remained, watching the screens for any change.
"Will, do you think time really has stopped?"
"Didn't you watch the livestream on YouTube?