I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 217 'Destiny' Bestowed Upon Me

boom! boom! boom!
Da da da da da da da—

Explosions roared and gunfire rang out incessantly: two armies from the same country were engaged in fierce fighting in the city.

One side, under the President's orders, storms the White House to eliminate "super terrorists"; the other side, also under the President's orders, guards the Stars and Stripes so that it never falls.

Normally, these troops would have had a chance to sit down and find out the truth; but under the manipulation of certain individuals, the situation has slid into a chaotic abyss: once someone fired the first shot, those who didn't want to die had no choice but to pull the trigger.

"Blow that building up!"

"Keep going, keep going!"

Both sides were enraged, and death was a constant threat.

If your own life could disappear in the next second, then hoping that "it won't affect ordinary people" is just a fairy tale.

Just as the attacking battlefield commander, hiding behind an armored vehicle, was issuing orders to organize the offensive, his headset suddenly crackled with chaotic roars, rapid gunfire, and terrified reports:

"Emergency! Emergency!"

"New enemies have appeared behind the block! Lieutenant, we can't hold them off!"

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"How many are on the other side? Report their equipment configuration!"

Faced with the lieutenant's stern questioning, the person on the other end paused for a moment.

"one person,"

"It's a cavalryman—ah!"

cavalry?

Amid screams and the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground, the lieutenant frowned.

The Americans do have a 'Ranger' armored vehicle and a stealth attack helicopter called 'Air Rider'; but even these high-tech weapons couldn't take down the troops behind the block: they were carrying a lot of light and heavy weapons, as well as armored vehicles as firing points and mobile cover!
Step, step, step,

The crisp sound of horses' hooves came from behind.
Even the roar of gunfire on the battlefield could not conceal it.

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The lieutenant turned his head.

On the street behind, a medieval heavily armored knight rode up on horseback.

He wore black plate armor, with only a T-shaped observation window visible on his horned cylindrical helmet; sharp steel spikes protruded from his shoulders, and a hideous demon's head was sculpted on his chest. In his hand, he wielded a three-meter-long conical lance.
The warhorse beneath him was also completely encased in thick, black armor.

The horse's hooves left dents on the concrete road, making it look like a steel chariot.

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Just as the commander was looking on with a puzzled expression, the steel black knight gently nudged the horse's belly.

The warhorse, which had been trotting gracefully, suddenly accelerated—

Tap tap tap tap!

Amidst the thunderous clatter of hooves, the black knight, rider and horse, armored and weighing several tons, charged forward with unparalleled speed.

"Rear! Rear!!"

At the commander's roar, soldiers and armored vehicles began to turn around.

brush---

A black light flew over!
The knight's lance wasn't made of wood, nor did it need to be broken to absorb the impact; it was made of high-strength alloy! — The flying lance, with a screeching sound, easily pierced the outer shell of an armored vehicle like an armor-piercing bullet, and the arriving knight effortlessly pulled out the lance.

The tip of the spear was a patchwork of red and white.

Woo--

He swept his gun across, and several soldiers who turned around were torn in half on the spot!
Flesh, bones, and bulletproof vests are like a child sweeping weeds with a stick in the face of the opponent's extraordinary power—utterly powerless.

Pfft

Before the severed limbs of a group of soldiers could fall, the heavy spear thrust and pierced through the chest of the commanding lieutenant, lifting him high into the air.

"Strange. Monster"

The lieutenant gripped the metal rifle tightly with both hands, attempting to resist in this way.

But beneath the 'T'-shaped helmet, there was only a pair of disdainful eyes.

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With a swing of his spear, the lieutenant's body flew out like a cannonball.

With a loud thud, it sank deep into the wall of the adjacent building, and couldn't be pried out.

???

“Shit.”

"Ahhhhh!!"

The remaining soldiers roared and pulled the triggers at the Black Knight. However:
Ding ding dang dang

His heavy armor wasn't just for show.

In terms of both material and thickness, it is in no way inferior to a typical light armored vehicle: ordinary rifles are just a tickle to it.

The knight raised his lance once more. Ordinary soldiers would be slaughtered by a 'veteran' like him!

"Hey, silencer."

"There seems to be a battle ahead?"

On a private plane that crashed into the battlefield, the white boss gripped the control stick, his body trembling.

"Um,"

This small private plane has only two seats.

The big, black 'silencer' sat in the back seat, taking up the space of two people, and even had to bend over to avoid punching a hole in the cabin ceiling.

"We...missiles?!"

The white boss's words of advice had barely left his lips when they turned into a desperate scream:

Noticing the private plane that had intruded into the battlefield, an Apache helicopter launched a missile without hesitation, flying over with a long trail of flame.

boom! !

Next second,
The private plane exploded into a ball of fire in mid-air.

brush,

But before that, the big black guy 'Silencer' had already grabbed his boss, smashed through the driver's seat, and sped away.

"Ahhhhh~~~"

Freefall in the air

Such a shocking encounter caused the white boss to let out a long, agonizing scream.

"Ouch!!!!"

However, his screams were immediately drowned out by a bestial roar.

As he fell, the old black worker 'Silencer's' originally tall body began to expand violently and endlessly. A large amount of hair was growing rapidly all over his body, and a violent aura surged out. His hair stood on end, and his eyes turned completely blood red.

Boom! !

Amidst the loud bang,

The fallen black man has transformed from an ordinary repairman into a ten-meter-tall black giant ape.

His broad back and abdomen, explosive muscles, blood-red pupils, and dark steel hairs swaying wildly in the smoke gave him an extremely dangerous aura.

"King Kong???"

Such a classic design made countless people on the battlefield who turned around and witnessed it all instinctively utter this name.

King Kong is one of the most famous monster characters in American film history. Since 1933, it has been adapted for the big screen numerous times, and its image has become deeply ingrained in people's minds. This includes 13 films, as well as television series, novels, comic books, video games, attractions, and other merchandise.

The giant black ape placed the boss it was holding onto the roof next to it, then turned and charged towards a group of American soldiers.

"Hahaha."

The white boss, slumped on the roof, was panting heavily.

"I never imagined I'd experience the treatment of a 'leading lady'."

Ten meters, which doesn't seem very high.

But the average floor height is only about 2.8 meters, which means:

"King Kong?!"

"Shit, shit!!"

Faced with the monster, more than three stories high, charging towards them with a thunderous roar, the soldiers instinctively shouted. Each time the monster's broad feet landed, the soldiers' faces trembled violently. They instinctively pulled the triggers, but when they realized they couldn't even penetrate the monster's hide, they immediately scattered in despair and fled.

The giant black ape ignored the soldiers who were scattering and fleeing, and instead reached out and grabbed an armored vehicle.

The house-like muscles bulged and surged, propelling the armored vehicle into the air like a brick:
call out----

A wheeled armored personnel carrier weighing more than ten tons roared as it crashed down on the Apache helicopter in the sky.

???

boom! !

Amidst the deafening explosion, the giant black ape continued to grab other armored vehicles and hurled them into the air! This truly 'powerful brick-throwing' method of shooting down aircraft drew the attention of not only the American soldiers but also other superhumans.

"Just how much did this guy enhance his strength attribute?"

On the rooftop of a 'quiet' neighborhood, a man in a white coat couldn't help but complain.

“They’re all Americans. These soldiers are clearly being misled. Couldn’t you have gone a little easier on them?”

In the neighborhood where the man in the white coat was located, all the American soldiers collapsed to the ground: they were not dead, but simply unconscious; the area had been filled with a large amount of hypnotic gas by the man in the white coat, and any ordinary creature that stepped into it would instantly faint.

Even a superhuman couldn't withstand it for more than a few seconds.

There was also a little girl clutching a fluffy toy, a woman dressed as a housewife, and a suit-clad financial professional with a helpless expression.
With these extraordinary individuals joining the battle, the morale of the arriving American army collapsed like an avalanche.

The number of troops that can arrive here in a short time is less than ten thousand.

Facing a dozen or so superhumans at the D+ level or higher, they were utterly powerless: these superhumans from the 'Nightmare Space' were already very familiar with all kinds of modern weapons, and there were also many missions in the Nightmare Space involving fighting against 'modern armies', so they were already adept at how to deal with them.

The battle lasted no more than half an hour before almost all of the American troops collapsed and surrendered on the spot.

These extraordinary individuals didn't even glance at the ordinary soldiers.
Instead, they all gathered at the White House.

"President"

The Secretary of State instinctively wanted to remind the President to be careful, but the President stepped forward instead.

"Everyone,"

Facing winged 'demons,' enormous 'King Kong,' and heavily armored 'knights,' there were also 'doctors' in white coats and little girl 'dolls.'
"Thank you for standing up at this time and preventing America from descending into chaos!"

The blond old man slightly parted his hands, then clenched his fists forcefully as he delivered his speech.

"Evil lurks in our homeland, trying to steal our lives, but they will never succeed, for the flame of justice burns in the hearts of all of us!"

"What is this guy talking about?"

"Does Commander E mean he wants to recruit us?"

Faced with the impassioned, blond-haired president waving his arms, the seasoned veterans who had arrived looked at each other in bewilderment.

"You are all warriors sent by the Lord. Are you willing to join me in protecting this country and the Stars and Stripes?"

Please, we're just here to complete a mission!

but--

Only the senior members of the group know about these things.

They have no way of revealing the existence of the 'space' to anyone or in any way.

"That's right,"

The manager, having reverted to his demon form, stepped forward, speaking with righteous indignation:
"America is our home!"

"We will absolutely not allow those lurking enemies to lay a finger on it!"

As for what kind of enemy?
God knows!
Anyway, if the space declares someone an enemy, then just attack them.

"Oh yes,"

The others also realized what was happening.

"The President is right,"

"Commander-in-Chief, we're here to protect you—"

A group of people chimed in, expressing their absolute 'loyalty' to the president: at least for the next 50 days.

After 50 days, you'll have 1,000 points. What you do with them is entirely up to their mood.

"Okay, very good~~"

With a smile, the blond president pressed his hands down slightly and looked around with satisfaction.

"Please come to the reception room to rest."

"who are they?"

A few minutes later, in a wiretapped office, the blond president asked his 'Secret Service' director with a serious expression.

A blond young man with brown sunglasses, dressed in luxurious clothes, and looking like a dashing nobleman: Awenche.

The blond president believed he was 'destined by heaven'.
But he wasn't arrogant enough to have a group of superhumans he'd never even seen before suddenly come to pledge allegiance to him.

Moreover, these extraordinary individuals are almost all D-level, with some even at C-level. In places like South America and East Africa, they would be more than capable of establishing their own cities and nations. How could he, the Grand Commander, be completely unaware of so many powerful extraordinary individuals?

Just like the 'Cathulhu Church', it also quietly took control of almost half of America.

"them."

The young man, codenamed 'Gambler,' carefully organized his words.

"Belongs to a great being."

"Please don't worry, they are indeed here to protect you, at least for the short term."

"them--"

Sensing the caution of his Secret Service director, the blond old man spoke up.

"Just like you?"

He, the newly promoted bureau chief, had only drunk one bottle of 'lesser extraordinary potion' when he was still the deputy bureau chief.

But his performance today has surpassed the limits that ordinary supernatural potions can achieve. With a flick of his wrist, he displayed various 'superpowers' that are definitely not something that potions can bring.

The president nodded at the silent blond youth.

"I understand."

"Let the Secretary of State in—"

Although the 'rebels' have been temporarily repelled, the situation remains very serious.

The most urgent task is to bring the navy, army, air force, marine corps, coast guard, national guard and other military forces under our control!
As a superpower, America's military spending is the sum of the second to twenty-fourth largest military spending, and it has a peacetime force of up to 140 million active troops.

Given America's national circumstances, it could mobilize ten times more conscripts if necessary: ​​although America has an all-volunteer military service system, who would care about that when in a crisis?
In America, playing with guns and flying planes are common activities for many people.

These people are excellent soldiers whenever needed.

However, the enemy will not sit idly by and wait to be defeated.
The thought of having "himself" in New York gave the blond president a headache.

And those traitors, they actually secretly defected to the enemy!

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
"The decapitation strike also failed,"

This time, the church trio all appeared very calm.

"Vampires, Demons, King Kong, Black Knights"

On the large screen in front of the three, a video of the recent war in Washington was playing: guns raged through the modern city, and superhumans roamed the battlefield. It was these superhumans, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, who caused their plans to fail one after another.

"That president in the White House actually dares to shamelessly claim that he has received the protection of 'the Lord' and sent warriors to wipe out the rebels?"

Old Edgar scoffed. These superhumans didn't seem to belong to any of 'Yahweh's' forces at all.

It would be more like it if at least two 'angels' came.
"But these extraordinary individuals did not appear out of thin air."

Dr. Ramley's calm analysis

"An investigation revealed that they all traveled to Washington at the same time during a certain period of time."

This shows that they have powerful backers.

A mysterious entity.

“They are Hastur’s men.”

At the head of the table, the 'Secret Lady,' who rarely expressed her opinions, put down the book in her hand.

"That 'uncle' seems to be getting restless too."

Hastur.
The Lord in Yellow?!
(End of this chapter)