I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 212 Church
"Spare your life, spare your life!"

"I'm just an ordinary church member, I really don't know anything about it~~"

Exquisite tableware was scattered all over the floor, and crimson liquid flowed on the expensive carpet; the manor owner, who had just been looking high and mighty, was now being lifted into the air by a man in black, his legs kicking weakly as he pleaded tearfully.

In the magnificent hall,

Several wealthy people huddled in the corner watched the 'big shot' in such a disgraceful state, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.

At the same time, there was surprise, fear, and despair.

Battles between extraordinary beings are no longer a rare occurrence.

But it appeared before them, and with overwhelming force, instantly taking down the owner of the manor.

Then they.
click,

"Ah~~!!"

"You have ten seconds to organize your thoughts,"

Amidst the man in black's calm words, the manor owner, whose index finger was broken and pressed tightly against the back of his hand, disregarded the excruciating pain and his mental defenses crumbled instantly.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

As he recounted everything he knew, the mysterious 'church' was finally partially unveiled.

This church worships a 'Father' in the sea, believing that all life originates from the ocean: a gift from the Father; at first glance, this seems somewhat fitting with 'modern science'. But then, the tone shifts abruptly:
According to the church, humans were once interstellar beings called 'Star Families'.

However, with the 'father' falling into slumber, humanity has degenerated over millions of years, resulting in its current weak and frail state.

Now, the Father in the sea has sent out His daughter, the Secret Lady, to walk in America, and all the blessed mankind are baptized.

By continuously strengthening themselves through special rituals, one day they will be able to become 'Family of the Stars' again, travel the universe with the awakened 'Father', and enjoy eternal life, and so on.
"Your father isn't named 'Cthulhu,' is he?"

As the other party nodded repeatedly, the former FBI agent 'Mike' in black remained speechless.

As an American, I've read at least a few of Howard Philip Lovecraft's novels.

Even if you haven't read it, you've at least played or heard of World of Warcraft: C'Thun, the 'Old God' who corrupted Azeroth as a villain, is a standard Cthulhu Mythos character. However, in appearance, C'Thun is closer to Kul'Thun, the master of the 'Hound of Tindalos'.

Shaking his head slightly to suppress his thoughts about the game, Agent Mike, who was holding the other person, spoke again.

“Tell us the location of your church’s meetings and the people involved.”

"No, no!"

"Then I would—"

"Choose between dying now or dying later!"

Faced with the threat from the man in black, the manor owner's expression changed several times, and finally:
"I said..."

Just as he was about to reveal the 'core' secret, a sudden chill swept over him.

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brush,

Released his grip, Agent Mike, dressed in black, darted away.

Because of the 'psychic perception' ability he had exchanged, he sensed this guy and suddenly unleashed a 'psychic energy fluctuation'.

"Cough cough,"

"No, no! I didn't betray you—"

The manor owner, whom he had just released, had barely regained his footing when he cried out in terror: however, a burst of flames shot from his mouth, interrupting his explanation.

Flames surged forth from within, erupting from the mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.
In the blink of an eye, his entire head was engulfed in flames!

Under the horrified gazes of the other middle-class wealthy businessmen attending the banquet, the manor owner's features rapidly charred, carbonized, and peeled off in the flames. The flames came and went quickly, lasting only a few seconds.

But in those few seconds, the manor owner's head was reduced to a charred skull.

Boom,
Glug glug

As the body collapsed onto the carpet
The neck bone couldn't withstand the impact, and the smoking skull rolled to Agent Mike's feet.

"Ugh~~"

"Oh, God"

The wealthy people huddled nearby turned pale and began to vomit.

The scene before them was too much of a shock!
This ability
The wealthy people in the hall were both surprised and frightened, but it was nothing to Agent Mike.

A magic circle with a pre-set 'switch', or a parasitic spell?
As for the triggering mechanism.
His gaze fell on the charred skull. It was clear that the spell would be activated if this guy wanted to reveal any core information about the 'Church'!
It seems that, just as he himself said, this guy is merely a low-level member of the 'church'.

Thinking of this, Agent Mike, dressed in black, glanced at the wealthy people present.

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"Sir, I am not."

puff,

With a flick of the finger,
A black 'spike' pierced the wealthy man's forehead.

"Your Excellency, I did not."

puff,

Before the second person could finish speaking, a black thorn as thick as a thumb and as long as a palm pierced his forehead.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

puff,

"Rao——"

puff,

Before coming here, Agent Mike had already inspected the estate, including the bottom-line 'wine cellar,' and the 'collection' inside made even this former FBI agent, who had seen countless criminals, feel cold to the touch. The owner of this estate could no longer be called 'human,' and these guys who came to flatter him...

It has absolutely nothing to do with 'kindness'!
He deserves to be killed.

"Sir, I know Father George!"

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As soon as he stopped what he was doing, Agent Mike looked at the last person.

It was the same Jewish merchant from before.

"Do you know Father George's whereabouts?"

Father George, how could Agent Mike forget that name!
It was because of the investigation into this clergyman that his partner turned against him and stabbed him in the back.

Having completed several missions in the 'Nightmare Space' and become much stronger, Agent Mike once tried to start his investigation with the 'Father George' line. However, the other party was no longer in that church: even the layout had been restored to its 'normal' state.

It seems that it was his partner's 'disappearance' that alerted the 'Church of Cthulhu'.

"Yes, yes,"

Faced with this man in black who would kill at the slightest provocation, the wealthy Jewish businessman nodded vigorously.

My company deals in 'toy' products.

"Father George sent someone to order a batch, so—"

He knew the delivery address, but dared not go there rashly: with the power of this secret 'church,' crushing a middle-class wealthy businessman like him would be as easy as crushing an ant.

A construction vehicle driven while fatigued, a private jet that hasn't been properly maintained, and a 'mentally ill patient' who suddenly goes insane.
He even quietly 'committed suicide' in his own mansion.

That's his fate. Even America's richest man, at the height of the conflict two years ago, made a special statement to the world that he would never commit suicide.

The implication is that if he 'committed suicide,' it must have been orchestrated by someone.

America is indeed a paradise for the rich.

But that's on the premise that you have the ability to protect your assets.

Otherwise, countless hyenas will pounce on you and tear you to pieces.

Or, they could join forces with the hyenas and enjoy the decadent world of capitalism together.

"take me."

Agent Mike, who was originally going to the next wealthy businessman, immediately changed his plans, grabbed the Jewish businessman, and strode away from the manor, which was outwardly magnificent but built on piles of corpses.

From that Father George
They should learn more about the 'Church of Cthulhu'.

Otherwise, Agent Mike would have no choice but to go back and have a chat with his old boss.

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.

Governor's Island
This is a building located in Upper New York Bay.
An island located about 1 kilometer from the southern tip of Manhattan Island.

Hundreds of years ago, this place was fortified with numerous defensive works, and was inhabited by the powerful and wealthy, hence the name 'Governor'.

Later, it served as a military base, and then became a tourist attraction. Today, this 172-acre island is the largest undeveloped site in New York City: it contains numerous 18th-century forts and armories, making it a rare 'old' architectural complex in America.

However, in the last two months, this place has been closed and closed to visitors, citing the need to prevent disturbances caused by the supernatural.

However, the actual situation is:

"We live on a tranquil island called ignorance, surrounded by an endless black ocean, and we should never have set sail in the first place."

"Science. Every science strives forward in its own direction, and therefore causes almost no harm."

"But sooner or later, certain seemingly unrelated pieces of knowledge will come together to reveal a terrifying vision of reality, exposing the horrific predicament of humanity within it. We may either go mad or flee from this deadly light, hiding in a new dark age to enjoy its tranquility and safety."

The blonde, blue-eyed beauty closed the book in her hands and lowered her eyes.

"The truth of the world,"

Where is the end of the universe?

Indeed, the more you know, the more troubled you become.

As she sighed, a tentacle extended from beneath the blonde beauty's skirt, placing "The Call of Cthulhu" back on the bookshelf before turning her gaze to the window.

From here, you can see the famous Statue of Liberty, and even, with her keen eyesight, you can see the poem written beneath the statue.

"Whether they are homeless,

Regardless of the hardships,
Give them all to me.

Give them all to me!

Before this Golden Gate that leads to freedom,
I hold high the blazing light that illuminates the darkness.

The blonde beauty stood up as she murmured the poem.

"Unfortunately, you are just a statue too."

Unlike her initial confusion, the blonde beauty is now a learned woman.

The church under his command is developing well, and it's time to move on to the next step: to proclaim the name of the 'Father' to everyone, so that all living beings may be bathed in the glory of the 'Father'.

This is the meaning of her existence, beyond question and beyond obstruction: not even by herself!

Compared to so-called freedom, a thinking octopus needs something more:
The reason for its existence!
The plan to invade Japan should begin.

Let those 'relatives' play their proper role.

Edgar,

"You've recruited another batch of members?"

Dr. Ramley, enraged, stormed into the prayer hall on Governor's Island and found old Edgar 'receiving' several wealthy businessmen.

"I've said it many times: be careful when recruiting new members."

"You're too old-fashioned, Ramley!"

The vigorous old Edgar waved his hand impatiently.

“We already have 126 members of parliament under our control, and more than half of them have been converted to ‘baptism’, so there’s no need to be so timid.”

After saying that, old Edgar pointed at the Doctor:

"You are still just a mortal,"

"What are their true intentions in repeatedly interfering with the expansion of the church?"

"you----"

Dr. Ramley felt deep regret again for having saved this guy's life; in short, he was extremely regretful.

"We still need to build up our strength. You should know what kind of power America possesses."

"Of course I know!"

“But I know even more clearly that the glory of the Father is a hundred times, ten thousand times, infinitely more powerful than the silent Yahweh!”

Since a part of the 'Secret Lady' was symbiotically residing within him, old Edgar had long since given up the option of 'turning back.' He was the one in the church who most longed to overthrow the existing order.

Only by completely overthrowing the America built upon the faith of 'Yahweh' and replacing it with a kingdom protected by the 'Father' in the sea, can he truly enjoy peace and stability: and at that time, he will not be merely a wealthy merchant, but a 'founding noble'.

No, no, no, what's there to care about among mere human nobles?
When the Father returns from his slumber and lifts up the Kingdom of God to roam the world, it would be a great honor for Him to serve at His side!

Part of the church's 'sacred text' was co-authored by the wealthy businessman Edgar; those words of longing originally came from his mouth: compared to the boundless universe, how could a mere wealthy American businessman satisfy him?

"Damn it, you've ruined our plans—"

Dr. Ramley couldn't help but curse.

While he was engrossed in researching 'potion advancement', this guy in front of him absorbed a large number of people into the church:
Although members of parliament, wealthy businessmen, and even celebrities all have the church's 'protective spells' on them to prevent these people from talking nonsense when they are drunk or have been smoking too much marijuana.

But that was always the last resort; the Church could control America secretly and quietly, without needing to make a big fuss.
"If it arouses the president's suspicion..."

"Wait! The assassination attempt a while ago, you didn't send anyone to do it, did you?"

Dr. Ramley originally had no doubts about his own people, but this old dog's rampant expansion might change his mind.
"That's slander!"

"The stars bear witness to my loyalty to Your Majesty!"

Old Edgar could no longer sit still. Although he longed to establish the 'Father's' kingdom on earth, he also understood that the true ruler was the 'Hidden Lady.' How could he possibly, how dare he, carry out an assassination of the Grand Master in private?
It is known that the 'Hidden Lady' has orchestrated the 'Japan-Destroying Plan,' preparing to 'replace' the President at the appropriate time.

He sent someone to assassinate the president at this time, and they failed. Wasn't that just courting death?
Beep beep beep

Just as the two were arguing,
Dr. Ramley's personal computer on his wrist suddenly emitted an urgent sound.

"Doctor, Edgar is here too?"

On the screen appeared old Anderson's stern face, which seemed cast in steel.

“Emergency”

“One of our ‘priests’ has been murdered.”

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(End of this chapter)