I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 300 Prosperity
"Hello everyone, I'm Jimmy, the extraordinary host."

Standing on a 'bubble' floating in mid-air is a reporter in a suit and tie.

Holding a microphone in one hand and speaking into the live streaming equipment in front of him, he delivered a live broadcast with great enthusiasm.

"I will now bring you the latest intelligence from the Western Theater of the Non-Protestant Region—please take a look, the city not far away is 'San Fernando'."

As the camera pans, a modern city billowing with smoke and flames appears on the screen: the inland areas of the Philippines are naturally a mess, with mountains and forests everywhere and clusters of villages. But the coastal cities on the outskirts have developed quite well thanks to shipping and tourism.

Now, this city, which has been shut down for several months, is once again being ravaged by 'war'.

The only difference is that, in the past, it was the overwhelming attacks of the Bi-Ya that blotted out the sky, causing the local residents to flee in despair; now, it is a large-scale military offensive, constantly clearing out the Bi-Ya and chimeras from the sky and the ground.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

Da da da da da da,

boom! boom! boom!
Rows of 'antique' gunships and fighter jets and armed helicopters roared overhead; missiles trailing plumes of flame and machine guns roaring overhead all demonstrated the power of modern weaponry!

Modern firearms are equally deadly to Dog-class weapons; even Wolf-class weapons cannot withstand concentrated fire from a large number of guns and cannons.

Without the leadership of a demon of the highest level, these demons and synthetic beasts, despite their still large numbers, continued to suffer defeat after defeat.

In this respect, the weaker 'evil spirits' actually have the advantage.

Physical immunization is too unreliable.

"As you can see,"

"This battlefield, which is being fought by Russia and the island nation, has already made rapid incursions into the interior."

The reporter in the suit raised his hand to indicate that any 'adventurer' who frequented this area would recognize him as the manager of the Grand Resort on Panglao Island in the southern waters of the Philippines.

That's right, he was one of KYG's chosen subordinates who gained supernatural powers;

Normally, they are responsible for managing the industry and collecting intelligence; when needed, they can go to the battlefield as reporters!
Even their boss KYG is doing a live stream from the most dangerous central battlefield, so how could his subordinates not come?

Following the example set by those above, the war correspondent truly lives up to his name.

"Now, let's interview some soldiers on the front lines."

In the core area of ​​the battlefield, KYG personally took charge of the live broadcast; while in other battlefields on the periphery, many reporters under KYG's command were also conducting live broadcasts, interviews, and explanations under the fire: since they were determined to be the 'King of News,' they naturally had to provide comprehensive coverage.

While the battles between the strongest individuals in the core area are undoubtedly the most important, they are too high-level for most people to engage in, so they are merely entertainment for spectators.

However, the outer battlefields, which feature modern armies that are familiar to ordinary people, can also serve as positive propaganda.

brush--

Controlling the bubbles beneath him, the 'reporter' in a suit and tie flew a helicopter.

"you are."

After the hatch opened, the soldier operating the machine gun quickly moved aside.

"I'm a reporter,"

The refined man in a suit and tie pushed off with his feet and easily leaped into the helicopter cabin.

"Let's interview everyone."

"What are your thoughts on this resounding victory?"

"Forehead"

The soldiers looked at each other, completely bewildered by the microphone handed to them and the camera pointed at them.

"Ah, I...we."

I'm not afraid of fighting a bloody battle with the Nine-Tailed Fox's forces.
But when faced with the interview, the soldier operating the machine gun seemed at a loss.

"Sir, what kind of work did you do before?"

Seeing that the conversation was about to fall into an awkward silence, the reporter in a suit and tie immediately steered the conversation by asking a question.

I work on a farm.

"So that more people can eat leisurely, they choose to put down their farm tools and pick up guns?"

The reporter in a suit and tie stood at attention, making the soldier hesitate to speak.

Are you suggesting he say he was forced to go to the battlefield simply because he received a conscription order?
War kills people.

Faced with death, how many people can calmly embark on their journey?
To put it bluntly, most of the soldiers were only there because they 'had no choice'.

In times of war, a single order to transfer troops is considered treason if one dares to disobey!
"So, sir, how many demons did you kill?"

Upon hearing the reporter in the suit and tie's second question, the soldier fell into thought: He had certainly killed quite a few demons, but the exact number—

"It seems our valiant gentleman has lost count of how many enemies he has killed."

It doesn't matter if the soldier falls silent; the reporters will always cover for him.

After all, that's what journalists do.

"Having witnessed the bravery of the Air Force, our reporter was also greatly encouraged."

After interviewing the hesitant helicopter soldiers, the reporter in a suit and tie jumped out of the cabin to interview the army advancing down the street.

"Next, let me see the spirit of the army:"

"Sir, could I trouble you for a few minutes?"

The sudden appearance of reporters startled a small team that was advancing. Only after realizing that the reporters were human did they all move their guns away.

"What are your thoughts and opinions on this battle?"

When faced with a microphone thrust in front of him, the fully armed soldier immediately launched into a tirade of profanities.

"What right do I have to offer any opinion?"

"There are demons everywhere, and who knows where a chimera might suddenly appear!"

"With our firewood sticks, we can manage to fight some demons; but against chimeras or mummified ninjas, we're just easy prey! Let those superhuman masters come over here!"

"Wait, are you live-streaming?"

Suddenly a question occurred to him, and the angry soldier changed his tone.

"Yes,"

After receiving a nod of approval from the reporter in the suit and tie, the soldier's expression hardened.

"Ahem, this battle marks the first shot fired by humanity in our counterattack against evil supernatural forces;"

"For the people, for the island nation, for the whole world; everyone has written letters home, determined to let those extraordinary beings witness the courage of humanity!"

"This battle must be won!"

"Must win!"

"Must win!"

The other soldiers also clenched their fists and shouted.
The scene was instantly electrifying: it would have been even better if the soldier hadn't given that angry rebuke earlier.

"good, very good!"

"With soldiers so brave, how can we not drive them away?"

Just then, the building next door exploded, and a chimera pounced out.

"careful!"

"It's a chimera, armor-piercing rounds—"

As building debris flew and the fully armed soldiers scattered, the man in the black suit and tie suddenly turned around and waved.

"Water Ball Technique!"

At first glance, it sounds like an attack involving throwing water balloons.

However, what actually flew out was a bunch of 'soap bubbles' of all sizes, heading towards the chimera.

These soap bubbles may seem light and fragile, easily popped, but they are actually deadly attacks!
boom! boom! boom! boom!
Each bubble bursts with a power no less than that of artillery fire.

Under such a dense barrage of explosions, the wolf-level synthetic beast didn't even have a chance to unleash its full power before being blown to pieces and falling onto the street.

"Thank you all so much for taking the time to be interviewed,"

"Next, our reporter will go deeper into the front lines to bring you firsthand information." Holding a microphone in one hand and a camera in the other, the reporter, having defeated the chimera, first delivered his lines to the millions of 'viewers' watching the live stream; then he leaped onto a bubble and drifted away towards the roaring cannons ahead.

"Tsk, an extraordinary being."

The soldier watched the reporter drift away, his eyes filled with genuine envy.

If he also had such power
"Stop looking, come here quickly!"

The squad's sergeant gave a shout and, armed, surrounded the chimera's wreckage.

"It's still relatively intact; the most important nerve centers haven't been damaged."

After examining the corpses, the sergeant's eyes flashed with excitement. If they were to fight the chimeras themselves, even if they could win, they would surely suffer heavy casualties.

However, the 'reporter' simply waved his hand and left them with such a wonderful gift!
"Luck is still on our side."

Hand over the corpse of this chimera, and everyone will get credit: once you've accumulated enough credit, you can exchange it for a super potion!
Even the lowest level 3 potion can break through human limits and enable the use of more powerful individual weapons.

"Haha, we should have more interviews like this!"

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boom! !

The whistling missiles landed on the city streets, sending plumes of smoke and flames ten meters high into the air.

"Ho~~~"

Amidst the smoke and fire, a chimera roared and charged out.

It is covered in bone armor from head to toe, like a heavy armored vehicle rampaging around; coupled with its not-slow speed, as long as it is not hit head-on by a missile, it can truly achieve 'smoke but no damage'.

"I'll hold it off!"

A fully armed superhuman, clad in 'Defender IV' power armor and wielding an alloy shield taller than himself, stepped forward to meet him.

"Come on, monster, look here—"

As he pressed the switch, the power armor on his body immediately emitted a rapidly changing friction sound.

"roar?!!"

To human ears, such sounds are nothing more than meaningless noise.

But to the chimera's ears, it was a provocation, a curse, a noise that caused physical discomfort—like a person hearing fingernails repeatedly scratching a blackboard.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

Almost instinctively, the chimera charged headlong at the superhuman.

Crush, tear, and eat—

boom! !

A loud gunshot rang out, and one of the charging chimeras' forelimbs snapped off, a bowl-sized wound piercing through the joint.

After penetrating its forelimbs, the tungsten carbide armor-piercing projectile continued its momentum, piercing through the concrete ground and creating a crater the size of a washbasin before disappearing into it.

"Hit the target,"

The windows of the building next to the street suddenly shattered.
A figure carrying a heavy anti-materiel sniper rifle—or rather, a sniper cannon—came into view.

A 40mm bullet is about the size of a carrot—such a ruthless bullet is a product of this era.

This thing is used to shoot people; one shot can pierce through more than a dozen people into dust. It is specifically designed to deal with 'small to medium-sized enemies': that's right, a three-meter-tall synthetic beast can only be considered a 'small to medium-sized' enemy in this extraordinary era.

"Hahaha, fly, monster!"

The superhuman wearing the 'Defender IV' power armor stepped forward and slammed the massive alloy shield, almost as tall as himself, into the ground at an angle.

Bang! !

Next second,
The chimera, losing its balance, crashed into the shield and rolled violently upwards.

Behind the shield-wielding superhuman was another person wearing power armor, but much lighter and thinner, aiming his alloy spear at the onrushing synthetic beast.

Buzzing buzzing buzzing

The high-tech spear suddenly began to spin at high speed, and driven by the hydraulic motor, it became a blur.

The superhuman physique of the extraordinary, coupled with the aid of power armor, unleashes terrifying power, like a large-scale engineering machine.

"Tech Flow: Swallows Flying Through Curtains!"

The spear, spun rapidly upwards and forwards, struck precisely between the bone plates of the synthetic beast.

Juice splatter, muscles are torn apart, penetrating deep into organs, then relentlessly forward, forward, until it hits the nerve center and twists it into a tangled mess!
"Roar!!"

Letting out a defiant roar, the chimera's massive body still tried to retaliate.

"rise--"

The superhuman wielding the spear used his strength to lift the chimera high into the air and slam it hard into the street beside him.

boom! !

The synthetic beast, weighing tens of tons, crashed heavily onto the street, causing the ground to shatter and spiderweb-like cracks to spread.

With its central nervous system damaged and having suffered another heavy blow, the chimera was finally unable to rise again.

"Wonderful, wonderful."

"As viewers have seen, even 'wolf-level' chimeras are prey in the face of the superhuman officers who work together to cut them."

With a clear and articulate voice, the reporter in a suit and tie gracefully descended the stairs, handing over the microphone as he walked over.

"As the hero who killed the chimeras, does this gentleman have anything to say?"

"I am not a hero,"

The person, wearing lightweight 'Raider III' power armor, calmly answered as he pulled a high-tech alloy spear from the synthetic beast's body.

"If you can join the fight, that will be the greatest help you can give us."

"Haha, the captain was just joking."

Lieutenant, clad in 'Defender IV' heavy armor, strode over, raising the large shield he had planted in the ground, and changed the subject.

"Hello everyone watching, I am number [number]."

"Sizzle, because of the secrecy regulations, I can't reveal the unit number."

"We are executing... *buzzing*"

"Tsk, this built-in word blocking device is really troublesome."

He pressed the helmet, and as the helmet visor opened, a man with a sunny smile revealed eight teeth.

"In short, residents living in safe areas, please rest assured!"

"We will annihilate and drive away all these monsters—"

"This planet belongs to us humans!"

Unlike the previous soldiers, this extraordinary lieutenant was noticeably more talkative and had a great "show appeal".

only--

Humanity's planet?
"What arrogant words,"

In an apartment in a city in an island nation, a pile of tablets are placed in front of you, each playing live broadcasts of various battlefields; and in the center of these tablets is a little girl.

"The Nine-Tailed Fox's power, the Eight-Headed Serpent, even the Sea Kingdom..."

The little girl's clothes weren't fancy, but they were all high-end, handmade custom-made items.

Her black hair was styled in the traditional 'Hime cut', but her disdainful expression ruined her image.

"Does he really have no thoughts about this world?"

Gods and the underworld.
Focusing on the battle before her, Jiu Kong Yao Ai pondered silently and finally came to a conclusion:
"Continue collecting the remains of Orochi."

No matter what the future holds, only by possessing greater power can we have the possibility of resistance.

(End of this chapter)