I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 122 Small Tactical Nuclear Warheads

"Everyone, we are your extraordinary bloggers 'KYG'!"

The voice of that 'extraordinary blogger' could be heard through the wildly flashing live stream screen.

"I am currently in the outer sea of ​​'Dazhi Island' and being chased by the 'Rain Woman', but I am not panicked at all."

"Because I run faster than him, hahahaha~~~"

Amidst the blogger's loud laughter at high speed, a barrage of comments scrolled across the screen.

"No, I'm going to throw up!"

[Can the screen stop shaking like that? I can't take it, you jerk.]

[You're already being lenient by even watching it; stop nitpicking: are you planning to watch a government-edited version?]

[Blogger, please be careful. The entire Waka Prefecture is under military blockade: be wary not only of supernatural demon tides but also of government bombing raids.]

"Thank you for your concern, friends. Let me, the fastest man in the world, bring you a live broadcast!"

"Okay, I'm about to land in Mie Prefecture."

A young man with a live-streaming device is "speeding" across the sea at the speed of a high-speed train.

At a terrifying speed of 70 meters per second, even without mastering the 'water-walking' technique, he can still walk on the waves: the continuous bursts of water on the sea surface forming a straight line are the traces left by this 'extraordinary blogger'.

This left Jun Kishida, the 'Rain Woman' in the sea behind them, speechless.
Is being fast considered a skill?
never mind,

He hadn't originally planned to chase this guy down.

The opponent ran incredibly fast; even among the extraordinary, it was considered 'astonishing'.

He came here on the orders of Lord 'Ghost Messenger White'.

The news of the situation at Mount Koya has spread throughout the island nation.

In this era where everyone has a mobile phone, the first thing people do when they encounter something is to record a video and post it on social media.

In addition to hundreds of temples, Mount Koya is also home to a large number of tourists: faced with the sudden outbreak of the "demon tide," many tourists instinctively took pictures of it and then posted them online as their final "last words."

Even though the government immediately blocked the information, many people still learned the truth.

An emergency press conference was held at the Prime Minister's Official Residence in Chiyoda. The cabinet stated that it would not abandon any civilians, and that the Self-Defense Forces (Army, Navy, and Air Force) were on full alert, with troops continuously heading to Waka Prefecture, determined to keep the "demon tide" within Mount Koya.
In short, the entire island nation was in a state of panic, while those in distant areas secretly rejoiced; and the areas surrounding Waka Prefecture saw large-scale exodus of people!

In this situation, even without 'Oni Shiro's' order, Kishida Jun would come to check on the situation.

He didn't want to find a wasteland when Ryoko was resurrected.

Not only him, but other extraordinary beings are also rushing this way:

If we let these 'monsters' spread and turn the island nation into a desert, what will become of us?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Koyasan,
The ancient temple, which has stood for a thousand years, has been reduced to ruins, and the lush trees on the mountain have been completely devoured.

Countless 'Biya' flapped their wings and swam leisurely in the sky like a school of fish. Such an eerie scene made those who witnessed it almost doubt whether this was still the planet they knew.

Of course, there are no people or even other creatures here now, only a huge number of 'Bi Yao'.

call out--

A F-35A fighter jet roared past thousands of meters in the sky.

Once the fighter jets entered high-speed cruising mode, they were at a speed that those 'monsters' below could hardly catch up with.

Therefore, the 'Bi Yao' that filled the entire sky ignored the metal creations whistling overhead and continued to spread outwards.

Just because they don't care about fighter jets doesn't mean these fighter jets won't attack them: as the cockpit opens, a 'missile' detaches from the launch pad, accelerates amidst sky-blue flames at its tail, and speeds towards a mountain peak.

The 'monsters' covering the mountains and fields remained unmoved.

It's just a 'missile', so what?
The moment the missile hit the ground, a line of light, countless times brighter than a thunderbolt, suddenly burst forth from the point of impact, piercing through the sky full of 'demons' and tearing through the thick dark clouds!
Centered on the missile's impact point, the air within a radius of several hundred meters suddenly trembled, and a wave-like shockwave surged outwards in all directions! Immediately afterwards, the blinding light grew brighter and brighter, as if the sun in the sky had suddenly fallen onto this land, and heat that seemed capable of melting everything spread out.

boom--------

A mushroom cloud, thousands of meters high, rose into the sky above the Koya Mountains!

The mushroom cloud continued to rise, growing larger and larger, obliterating everything at the epicenter—buildings, trees, rocks, and even demons.
Everything was instantly destroyed into scorching sand and burning black charcoal; a ring of air hundreds of meters high roared and rushed in all directions like thousands of monsters, trampling the earth and shaking the sky with an incomparably brutal and ferocious manner!

"B61-12 small tactical nuclear warhead."

On a multi-purpose command ship cruising off the coast of Wakayama Prefecture, Commodore Thomas crossed his arms and watched the mushroom cloud rising from the screen.

"With a yield of 1500 tons, the fireball at the blast center has a diameter of 95 meters. It can kill unprotected personnel exposed within 1.2 kilometers of a bunker, and destroy wooden buildings within 600 meters of the blast center, brick and tile buildings within 350 meters, and high-rise buildings within 25 meters..."

This is the most expensive nuclear weapon that America has developed in the last ten years or so; four of them would cost 4 million US dollars!

It can be built into the F-35 fighter jet's weapons bay and launched like a 'conventional' missile.

This makes the F-35A a dual-function aircraft with both conventional and nuclear strike capabilities.

The guidance system includes the tail assembly of the GPS/inertial navigation system, with an error range of no more than thirty meters: considering the power of the explosion, this error is practically negligible.

But a few minutes later:

"report!"

“The ‘Biya’ of the Koya Mountains showed no signs of exhaustion, panic, or retreat.”

"They continued to spread outwards, completely unaffected by the nuclear explosion."

"The decapitation attempt failed."

The numerous American officers in the command center were not surprised by this; even the high-ranking officials of the island nation's naval self-defense force were only slightly disappointed.

Now that they knew the location where the 'Blood Hakama' had summoned the 'Demon Tide,' wouldn't it be a disservice to the name of modern 'over-the-horizon strike' if they didn't launch an attack? But just as they had guessed, the enemy wasn't a stupid native who stood still and waited for them to bomb them.

Rather, they are extraordinary beings lurking in human society, who have long since gained considerable knowledge of human 'weapons'.

"Currently, the area affected by the 'demons' has exceeded two thousand square kilometers; given that it's almost entirely mountainous terrain, the explosive power is greatly reduced. If we can't find the key to contain these 'demons,' even using all of the 'B61-12s' won't be enough."

To no avail.

Besides, America only has about five hundred 'B61-12's, and they're using them all here? Do they really think they're doing charity?
A more powerful strategic nuclear weapon would be acceptable, but the island nation's government would definitely not allow it.

Dropping small tactical nuclear warheads into their own territory can at least provide some cover.

If a strategic nuclear weapon is dropped, the entire cabinet will definitely resign.

"Plan A fails, execute Plan B."

Using small tactical nuclear weapons to carry out "decapitation" tactics is just an experiment.
If that doesn't work, then let the Self-Defense Forces' 100,000 cattle and horses take their place! And there are also superhumans; it's time for them to show their skills.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Koyasan,
"Tsk tsk tsk, so decisive?"

On the nearby hilltop, the 'Blood Hakama' standing side by side with Hai Ren marveled.

The mountain he used to 'summon' the demon looked as if it had been 'bitten', with a hole hundreds of meters in diameter appearing.

A heat wave of 4,000 degrees Celsius emanated from the cavity, and an uncomfortable tingling sensation swept across the skin, making it look like an erupting volcano, but that was all!

"It's a bit weak," 'Blood Hakama' commented casually from the nearby mountaintop.

"As long as you're not caught in the very center of the 100-meter radius, it's unlikely to cause a fatal injury."

With the ninja's movement speed, even if they see the missile and run, they can still escape the core area: the outermost area is where the power decreases more and more.

This should be a small tactical nuclear warhead. If it were a strategic nuclear warhead, it wouldn't be so powerful that it couldn't even lift a mountain peak: most of the mountains near Mount Koya are only two or three hundred meters high.

Didn't they say that island nations don't have nuclear weapons?
It seems America has taken action; they're more lenient when it's not their own country.

Well, although current nuclear weapons can completely reduce the environmental impact of 'radiation' to a negligible level.

"One bomb destroyed over three thousand shikigami, even if they were deliberately scattered; if hundreds or thousands were bombarded indiscriminately, my shikigami would face falling back into slumber as soon as they were resurrected."

Of course, that's impossible.

The fact that the island nation's government dared to drop small tactical nuclear warheads already demonstrates its decisiveness and ruthlessness.

If a way to contain the 'Bi Yao' cannot be found after this test, the island nation and America will likely not continue to use this weapon: then it will be time for ordinary armies and superhumans to take the stage.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Beep beep,"

"Dududu~~"

"Damn it, what's going on up ahead?"

On the highway at the foot of the mountain, amidst the traffic jam, drivers impatiently honked their horns.

School buses, passenger buses, trucks, and private cars formed a long queue, completely blocking this road that originally had a low passenger volume.

Wakayama Prefecture is located in the southwestern part of the Kii Peninsula on Honshu Island, facing the Pacific Ocean. It is bordered by Osaka Prefecture to the north and Nara Prefecture to the east. Most of the area is mountainous, with lush and vast forests. It is rich in timber resources, and industries such as forestry and furniture manufacturing are well-developed.

Among the traffic jams were numerous trucks marked with various 'timber processing plants': filled with ordinary people looking anxious.

"Hey, get out of the way!"

"The road is blocked further ahead."

"Damn it, move forward!"

The drivers stuck their heads out of the cabs, yelling and cursing. Given the island nation's emphasis on 'etiquette,' such a scene would be almost impossible.

But we're running for our lives right now, who cares about etiquette?!

If we dawdle any longer, we'll lose our lives.
"what!!!!"

Just at this time,
A terrified scream came from the back of the convoy.
Many people instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, and then their expressions changed drastically.

Above the mountain peaks beside the highway, a dense cluster of black dots spread across the sky like 'waves'.

"It's a demonic tide! Run!"

"Damn bastards, what are you dawdling about?!"

The horns at the rear of the convoy blared incessantly, like the footsteps of death, urging the vehicles ahead to go faster and faster!

However, how could that be? When the highway was built, no extreme scenario of an entire village, town, or prefecture fleeing was considered: in Wakayama Prefecture, everyone who received the government's notice immediately boarded the nearest means of transportation and tried to escape the prefecture.

However, such a large-scale evacuation resulted in massive traffic congestion!

"Hurry up,"

"Those monsters are flying over—"

Seeing a large number of 'monsters' flying out of the mountains, the vehicles behind could no longer hold back and drove to the curb, trying to avoid the vehicles in front.

But it wasn't just one person or one car doing this; it was everyone!

When everyone does this, it only spreads the congestion to both sides of the road, making the congestion even worse: many people even jump out of their cars and abandon them on foot!
"Police officers, Hunter Association members, and retired Self-Defense Force members—if you have weapons, follow me!"

As the 'dark clouds' behind them drew closer, someone shouted and turned towards them.

Immediately afterwards, many people gathered around him: Wakayama, a prefecture famous for its timber, may not have many wild beasts, but it does have many small animals, so there are quite a few elderly people with hunting rifles: at the leader's call, they gathered at the very end of the group.

"Gentlemen, our loved ones are right behind us, we must stop them!"

"Fight these monsters!"

Those who dared to come to the back of the line at this moment were almost all men with 'blood on their sleeves'; these men, wielding shotguns, pistols, chainsaws, even axes and baseball bats, roared in unison, but:
When the overwhelming 'monsters' swooped down, their courage was like a sculpture on the beach.

One wave can drown it.

"Mom~~"

"Run!"

"Let me go, you bastard!"

"Help me, help me, I can't run anymore!"

As the dense swarm of 'monsters' swooped down, the convoy instantly collapsed, and people scattered and fled.

But how could two legs possibly outrun flying monsters? These monsters, though only the size of a human head, had rows of sharp teeth beneath their enormous eyes that were clearly not just for show. And they possessed other weapons as well:

Pfft

The monster, which was pouncing down, dodged to the side.

The 'ear'-shaped wings swept across, slashing the chest of a policeman who was left at the back, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Besides their sharp teeth that can tear apart flesh, these monsters also have wings with blade-like edges. With the kinetic energy of their descent from the sky, they can easily rip flesh apart.

"monster"

The hunting rifle in his hand was broken, and the leader had a deep, bone-revealing wound on his face. If he hadn't been so agile, he could have had his head severed, just like the old hunter next to him.

"come!!!"

With a roar, he threw down the broken hunting rifle in his hand, picked up a bloodstained axe, and raised the weapon.

"I'm not afraid of you—"

Bang!
next moment,
A monster crashed into his chest, and the two immediately rolled into a ball.

Before the man could get up, more monsters flew down, their sharp fangs snapping at him.

Am I going to die?
Sure enough, faced with a crisis, I could only be an ordinary citizen who ran away.

Not a hero—

Tear

The light amber liquid splashed all over the man's head and face.

In the chaos, he saw a giant black bird land beside him. Its wings swept across, and more than a dozen 'monsters' were utterly powerless to resist, torn in half and scattered into countless pieces.

extraordinary?

The government's aid has arrived!
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(End of this chapter)