I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 124 Waka Prefecture Defense Zone
"Don't push, don't panic!"

"The government will never abandon any of its citizens."

"The superhumans and the Self-Defense Forces have rushed to the front lines, and the demon tide will soon be wiped out!"

Police officers and officials, some shouting through loudspeakers, were doing their best to maintain order, but the roads leading to Osaka remained completely blocked: countless vehicles converged from all directions, joining the fleeing crowd and exacerbating the traffic congestion.

The entire Wakayama Prefecture covers an area of ​​over 4700 square kilometers, and now most of it has been occupied by the "demon tide";
Even in places where the demon tide hasn't spread yet, who would dare to stay there?
Fortunately, the prefecture has only one million people, and most of them are concentrated in Wakayama City, Gojo City, and a series of cities and towns along the coast outside the mountains. Many people took boats to Tokushima Prefecture across the sea to take refuge, while the majority of the rest moved towards Osaka.

But not only them, even Osaka is in a state of panic: Osaka is only a day's walk from Wakayama!
If those 'monsters' break through the defenses and fly over, it won't take them more than an hour.

Osaka, along with surrounding cities and nearby Kyoto, boasts a staggering population of over 3700 million. Such a massive number makes any kind of 'relocation' impossible. Besides, an island nation is only so big; where would they go to relocate?
Therefore, the island nation's government immediately...

They dropped a small tactical nuclear warhead onto the mountain where the 'Blood Hakama' appeared.

Compared to the risk of the Osaka metropolitan area being impacted, the aftereffects of small tactical nuclear warheads are negligible.

It was clearly useless; the demon continued to spread in all directions like a tidal wave.

"Nearly 50 people in Waka Prefecture are fleeing towards Osaka,"

"Tokushima Prefecture received 20 people who came across the sea, while another 20 are stranded in coastal port cities of Waka Prefecture."

In the Osaka direction, data reports kept coming in from the huge operations command center: thanks to the fact that almost everyone in modern society has a mobile phone, the movement of people was quickly traced through mobile phone positioning and sending messages.

As for the remaining 10, let's pray that their basement can withstand the 'monster's' bites.

"Fortunately, the monks of a thousand years ago sealed it in Mount Koya."

An official whispered with lingering fear,

If these 'monsters' were sealed in Osaka or Kyoto, the scene would be unimaginable!
The number of casualties is likely already in the millions.

"We must stop these demons in Waka Prefecture at all costs!"

The Minister of Defense personally oversees the operation from this command center, along with a host of generals and staff from the Maritime, Ground, and Air Self-Defense Forces.

Including Director Takeya, who was also among the crowd: Originally, this kind of war was not something that a 'Metropolitan Police Department Director General' should be involved in, but he was not only the boss of the island nation's police.

He is still the manager of the 'Extraordinary Countermeasures Department'.

"Director Zhuya, do you not have any more 'extraordinary combat power'?"

When questioned for the seventh time by officials from Osaka, Director Takeya adjusted his non-prescription glasses.

“We have tried our best to notify all the supernatural beings who have connections with the government, or even those who are ‘neutral’, and they have all basically arrived at the battlefield.”

Everyone understands the principle of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold." The island nation is only so big. If it is really destroyed by the demon tide, where can the others hide?

Besides, even if they're not here to fight, just watching the 'excitement' and seeing other extraordinary battles is good.

Aside from certain extraordinary crimes committed by individuals "bloodthirsty" with the government, most extraordinary beings from the island nation have come here, except for:

"What about Inari-sama?"

"The divine messenger under that deity, 'White Treasury Master'."

The person who could repel "Umi-no-Kage" at Yokosuka might just be able to directly eliminate the mastermind behind this demon tide—

"You mean, at this critical moment, Lord Hakuzosu should relinquish his duty to guard the sacred tree and protect Tokyo?"

Director Takeya gave the Osaka official a brief, indifferent glance.

"If anything happens to the sacred tree, can you bear the responsibility?"

"I misspoke,"

The official lowered his head unwillingly. Tokyo, Tokyo. They're from Osaka, no, Kyoto is the ancient capital!

If it weren't for the Tokugawa Shogunate, even the gods would be...
Upon realizing this, the official shuddered and quickly dismissed the thought.

Times have changed. Gods, monsters, Onmyoji, and powerful monks have all reappeared. Who knows, your inner grumbling might become a reason for your death.

Thinking of the powerful monk, the official looked up at a screen: it showed a young monk with his hands clasped together, and around him, the golden 'Acala' appeared in an angry form, with six arms forming hand seals and six phantom magical artifacts crisscrossing and roaring, constantly smashing those 'demons' into pieces.

Truly a Buddhist supernatural power!
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.

Koya Town,
“Namo Samanta-Mu Tuonan-Warila-Lan-Han”

The young monk clasped his hands together, beads hanging from his palms; dressed in a black kasaya, he chanted sutras and 'swept against the current' amidst the overwhelming tide of demons.

Before him, a vajra with three prongs floated slowly, carrying a faint chanting sound as it turned. Light shone down, illuminating the surrounding buildings, streets, trees, rocks, sky, and earth with a faint golden hue.

At the same time, a three-meter-tall phantom shadow enveloped it.

It was an image of Acala, a Buddha with one head and four faces, each displaying one of the four aspects of wrath, compassion, wisdom, and peace, and six arms each forming a mudra; seated on a nine-tiered lotus platform, suspended in mid-air, with golden lotuses slowly blooming.

Guided by the 'Fudo Myo-o Statue', six phantom weapons crisscrossed in the air, killing the 'monsters' so badly that they couldn't even get close.

These are the six magical implements of the Vidyaraja: the Wisdom Sword, the Vajra Pestle, the Demon-Binding Rope, the Great Sun Wheel, the Moon-Eclipse Bow, and the Vajra Arrow.
Of course, this is just a phantom formed by 'chakra', and it doesn't have any Buddhist abilities like 'severing afflictions and cutting off old grudges'. However, it is enough for the young monk 'Zhi Xiong'. This is the power for his revenge, no, for realizing his grand ambitions.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!
As these phantom weapons swept past, one demon after another was torn apart.

Come to welcome·Thousand-hand killing
A prodigy of the immortal race, he used chakra to form a Thousand-Armed Guanyin behind him, while a golden chakra fist formed in front of him to attack the enemy at supersonic speed.

This is the signature ninjutsu of Jiraiya, the head priest of the Fire Temple and one of the Twelve Guardians of the Land of Fire: it can be seen as a "low-class version" of Susanoo. With this move, Jiraiya was able to overpower Hidan and hold his own against Kakuzu.

Unfortunately, without understanding this, Hidan could be defeated countless times.

Whenever Jiraiya is injured, he dies mysteriously, just like his friend Asuma.

The young monk was naturally no match for Dilu, and the illusory image of 'Immovable King' behind him was only three meters tall, but it was enough to deal with these 'monsters'.

However, it didn't matter to the demons: thousands upon thousands continued to pour in. They were just 'cannon fodder' after all; enough was enough to wear down the enemy's strength. If left unattended, they would attack the cities behind the enemy lines, truly a case of the enemy having to defend them.

"Master, please stop."

The anxious voice of the officer from the Ground Self-Defense Force came through the earpiece.

"We cannot provide you with artillery support. We can't keep up with your pace."

They came here to set up defenses, but this 'mage' plunged headlong into the demon tide: the mage has the protection of the 'wisdom king', but ordinary people like them dare not do this: the demons' sharp teeth and claws can't bite the wisdom king, let alone their flesh and blood bodies?
"Amitabha,"

He uttered a low Buddhist chant.
The young monk took a deep look at the boundless tide of demons, then turned and walked away.

While driving these demons out of Mount Koya was important, what was even more important were his father's last words:
live.

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.

Off the coast of Wakayama,
A large number of American warships escorted the two aircraft carriers in the center.

Among the two aircraft carriers, there is another inconspicuous vessel: it doesn't look like a warship at all, and it really isn't.

The research vessel "Voyage," as its name suggests, is a professional research vessel. After being modified, it is equipped with a large number of biological research facilities that are comparable to those in the "Cold Seep Laboratory," which is one of the reasons why America actively participated in this event.

"Doctor, are there any results yet?"

When a doctor walked out of the sterile laboratory, the many generals who had been waiting outside immediately came to greet him.

"The analysis is almost complete,"

"These creatures... let's just call them 'creatures' for now."

"Their bodies were encased in an exoskeleton, their nervous systems were very simple and incapable of complex thought; they possessed respiratory and circulatory systems, but no trace of reproductive or urinary systems was found."

"Doctor, Doctor!"

"What we, and the important figures in China, care about most is that question—"

The generals were getting anxious; they hadn't come here to review biology lessons.

"Okay, okay, okay,"

The professor, whose explanation had been interrupted, raised his hand in displeasure, signaling the other person to shut up.

Although the other party held a high military rank, this PhD would never give anyone face in his own field.

"A supernatural potion, right?"

"can."

"it is good!"

"Very good--"

"Oh oh oh oh~~~"

A group of American generals were overjoyed. Why had they eagerly sent the Third and Fifth Fleets?
It's all about capturing these 'extraordinary creatures' and extracting the serum needed for the 'extraordinary potion'!
The island nation is facing a major crisis due to the outbreak of a monster tide.

But in America's eyes, this was not a 'disaster,' but a golden opportunity.

If they could capture large numbers of these 'servant demons' and produce a large quantity of extraordinary serum, wouldn't America be in charge of the extraordinary era?
It's worth noting that a single bottle of "super potion" is already worth hundreds of millions of US dollars in Japan, and it's still priceless; once it leaves Japan, the price increases dozens of times: which wealthy person wouldn't want a potion that can transform them into a "little superman"?

However, these drugs are almost entirely monopolized by island nations and the United States: even if one or two bottles leak out, they will cause a bloodbath on the international stage.

The "demon tide" currently erupting in the island nation is seen by America as nothing more than a torrent of oil.
No, oil?
What oil can compare to the extraordinary!
"but--"

The doctor abruptly changed the subject, instantly silencing the cheers of the many high-ranking officials.

"These extraordinary creatures, known as 'servant demons,' possess pitifully little extraordinary power within them."

"If these are used as raw materials, the resulting extraordinary potions will be even less effective than 'secondary extraordinary potions' extracted from artificial extraordinary beings..."

"Hahaha~~~ Doctor,"

"Biology is your specialty, but business is definitely not your forte."

Upon hearing what the doctor said, all the generals burst into laughter.

Even worse results?

What does it matter? It's a seller's market now: only they have the 'goods,' so they can set the prices however they want.

As for the quality of the goods, it's a bit poor. So, do you still want them?
This is a globally monopolistic business, and even other aircraft carrier fleets are rushing here: abandoning interests in other regions in order to hold onto these 'supernatural potion' materials tightly.

".All right,"

The doctor shrugged helplessly.

"By the way, did you know? The genetic sequence of these 'servant demons' is 98.5% similar to that of bees."

"Genetically speaking, they are practically the same species, but..."

They are completely unrelated in appearance and characteristics.

However, the American generals present were all dreaming of 'sucking blood' from the whole world, so who cared about his research?

"Ah, if only Ramley were on this ship."

As a fellow top figure in the field of biology, this PhD student missed his friend: at least the other person wouldn't start by talking about business like these vulgar guys.

Sadly, his friend's wife died in a car accident, and he poured all his love into his daughter, putting aside his lifelong research to stay home with her every day.

Perhaps 'extraordinary' can heal his daughter.
"report!"

Just as many American generals were discussing the distribution of spoils, a messenger strode into the cabin.

"The island nation sent an urgent telegram requesting fire support."

"Extraordinary creatures known as 'Servant Demons' are attacking the island's defense lines, and breaches have already appeared in many places."

It wasn't that the island nation wasn't capable, but in such a rush, only the Air Self-Defense Force, the fastest of the three, arrived first. The Maritime Self-Defense Force followed America and was already in this area. As for the Ground Self-Defense Force? They were still crawling slowly on land. They weren't some superhuman beings with their own magical abilities, transported by helicopter.

"Gentlemen, the demon tide is an opportunity for us, but it must also be contained."

The white vice admiral, who was in command, spoke up, saying that although he had lost Yokosuka, he was not dismissed in the end: he was still serving as the commander of the 'Combined Fleet'.

After all, facing Typhoon Haiming, which was a category 18 typhoon, no American general could have had a different outcome.

Out of consideration for his 'experience', he was still put in charge of the overall situation.

"If we allow these 'servant demons' to continue splitting apart, it will not be an opportunity, but a crisis!"

The generals all nodded in agreement.
That makes sense. Oil is good, but if it can drown their fleet, then no one will be laughing.

"Therefore, we must use the BLU-128B!"

The so-called BLU-128B is a 2000-pound thermobaric weapon developed by the United States.

Known as a 'subnuclear weapon' or thermobaric weapon: meaning a munition that generates heat and pressure.

As the generals issued their orders one by one, fighter jets took off from the two aircraft carriers and rushed toward the coast. Although the monsters ravaging the island nation were like a tidal wave and seemed to be coming on strong, they couldn't even 'eat exhaust fumes' for fighter jets that could fly at altitudes of thousands, tens of thousands, or even more than 20,000 meters.

and so:
Soon, thermobaric bombs were dropped one after another.

These thermobaric bombs, equipped with 'parachutes', descended to the designated altitude and began to unleash their power:

Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom!

A series of explosions erupted over Waka Prefecture. First, fireballs suddenly appeared, followed by white shockwaves from secondary explosions that spread out like balls, and then hundreds of meters of smoke and dust, forming small mushroom clouds that rose slowly.

The shockwave generated by each thermobaric bomb can sweep across a range of 600 meters.
The area within 200 meters of the center is filled with temperatures as high as 2500 degrees Celsius, and this weapon also consumes air rapidly.

As mushrooms bloomed one after another over the Koya Mountains, covering the entire sky and illuminating the whole earth, the power of technology was undeniably demonstrated!
(End of this chapter)