I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 344 Building momentum
island nation

Gunma Prefecture, Mount Haruna.

The island nation is covered by mountains and hills, with most of the land outside the three major coastal metropolitan areas being rolling hills.

Mount Haruna is such a place, naturally breeding a large number of evil spirits; as a mountain forest adjacent to Shibukawa City, the island government commissioned a high-level sorcery expert to send a superhuman to cleanse the evil spirits gathered here, but an accident occurred.

"Changes in the nature of spiritual power?"

"Yes,"

The spear fell to the side, and Honda II, a heavily armored girl with her body charred black, knelt obediently on the ground and answered earnestly.

"Substance transformation is an advanced technique of spiritual power, which allows the originally monotonous attributes of spiritual power to be used flexibly. The martial arts family's 'breathing technique' was born out of this."

With a faint red tinge in his eye sockets and two black tomoe rotating in his pupils, Honda the Second paused slightly at this point.

"But these techniques are probably useless to you. Because—"

In the battle just now, the high school girl in front of me demonstrated the use of 'lightning attribute spiritual power nature transformation'.

That's right, standing in front of Honda Nidai is Busujima!
Honda's second generation is not weak, but against the one in front of him, it can be summarized as follows:
During the mission, they encountered Busujima, whose 'Eye of God' was as strong as a monster; they couldn't defeat her despite their best efforts.
After being affected by the illusion, what else can you do but obediently kneel down and admit defeat?

Father, the glory of the Pon family;

You'll have to rebuild it yourself.

"No,"

“In the past, I only knew what it was, but not why it was.”

Busujima seemed to be deep in thought. She had long ago discovered that she was quite adept at using spells with the attributes of 'lightning' and 'fire', and could even develop additional ways to use them.

For spells with other attributes, they can be used; however, neither their casting speed nor their power is satisfactory.

Only now do I realize that every superhuman is born with their own spiritual power attribute; the ability to flexibly utilize a certain attribute of spiritual power is called 'property transformation'. There's no way around it, although Poison Island was powerful before, he was essentially a 'wild superhuman' and had never come into contact with any systematic knowledge.

It's only because her 'Eye of God' is powerful enough, otherwise she'd probably still be stuck at the Wolf level.
"Thank you for your answer, then—"

He twirled the 'Kusanagi Sword' in his hand, and then:

Clang,

Return to its sheath.

"You won't kill me?"

Honda II, the heavily armored girl kneeling on the ground, frowned.
She was, after all, one of the martial arts masters, and her strength had already reached the threshold of the Tiger level. She wouldn't be so weak as to not even see how she died.

The other party did indeed sheath their sword normally, and did not decapitate her at an extremely fast speed.
"Someone like you who doesn't even groan when injured is not my prey."

Busujima turned around, his long hair flowing as he put away his weapon.

"And if we don't leave now—"

Trouble is brewing.

Boom boom boom~~~
A low rumble echoed in the sky—the sound of a supersonic aircraft flying low overhead.

Busujima's strength is definitely not weak. Among the Tiger-class fighters, she is virtually unmatched, and only a handful of people can truly challenge her.

However, Tokyo not only has several Tiger-level demons, but also Yura from the Keikain family. Busujima, who has a clear understanding of his own strength, does not want to fight a Demon-level demon: at least not Yura, because behind that middle school student is Yu-kun, the strongest Onmyoji in modern times.

That person summoned 'Takemikazuchi' and unleashed a sword strike that stretched for ten thousand meters, leaving Busujima far behind and without any desire to fight him.

Fighting Yu-kun isn't bravery; it's simply courting death.

crackling

A flash of lightning,
The poison island sped away.

brush,

"They run fast—"

A figure leaped down from the distant sky; it was Pegasus Hope with a pair of gray-white pupils.

Both being 'God's Eyes', Pegasus's eyes subtly counter Dokjima's eyes; moreover, if time drags on, the government's reinforcements will arrive in droves, and Dokjima, all alone, will likely end up in jail, and incidentally, offer his body as a test subject.

Under normal circumstances, the government will not easily conduct research on superhumans, after all, it also needs to consider the feelings of other superhumans.

But if it's someone like Poison Island, a lone superhuman who causes trouble everywhere, they definitely won't be polite.

"Honda the Second, are you alright?"

His gaze swept over the girl kneeling on the ground, and Tenma stepped forward and raised his hand.

Snapped,

He patted the heavily armored girl on the shoulder.

The spiritual energy flowed, precisely dispelling the abnormal spiritual energy within the opponent's body.

"Thank you, Pegasus Aiming."

Having finally broken free from his kneeling position, Honda II added a sentence.

"I'm sorry, but under Busujima's illusion, I revealed quite a bit of school knowledge to her: about the attributes of spiritual power, and the application of attribute transformations, etc."

"That's it,"

Pegasus waved.

"Let's go back first."

Although Busujima gained a lot of extraordinary knowledge, it didn't matter to Pegasus Hope.

The techniques she developed using the 'Eye of God' have no attributes!

That's right, the Gentle Fist developed by the Hyuga clan using the Byakugan.

It is also one of the few that has no attributes.

This means that the Hyuga clan will not be countered by the Five Elements Escape Techniques, just like the Crown Prince.

No matter what enemy you encounter, just charge in and unleash a set of Baguazhang.

When faced with a ninjutsu attack, use the Reincarnation technique to defend against it.

Simple and direct, yet highly effective.

Just focus on physical 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.

Nicaea, Biton District.

The city has been transformed. The buildings are now connected by reinforced concrete, resembling a twisted and extended abstract city wall.

Above the 'city wall' formed by the buildings are countless firing ports; all kinds of long guns and short cannons protrude, their dark, round holes pointing forward.

"The demon is charging! Load!"

At the sergeant's hoarse shouts, the soldiers who were lying on the ground suddenly sprang up;

He rushed to his position, skillfully operating the machine gun and sniper rifle; through the observation port, he aimed at the demons spreading from the sky and the ground.

then:

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

Da da da da da ———

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
All kinds of weapons roared, spewing out smoke and bullets, rushing towards the front of the defensive line, weaving together a metal storm filled with death.

"Fuck, come eat your bullets, little ones~~"

"Could you get me a bullet belt, please?"

Hey, who saw me?

The soldiers chatted casually while firing, seemingly as relaxed as if they were playing a video game. However, this was a battlefield where hundreds or thousands of lives were lost every minute and every second. Their seemingly 'relaxed' demeanor was merely a last resort.

A day can be spent in tension and fear, or in numbness and fearlessness.

boom! boom! boom!
Rockets, trailing long plumes of flame, flew over the defense line and landed among the demon horde, sending bursts of fire soaring into the air.

The demon has only one way to deal with all kinds of attacks from humans: numbers!
Countless demons advanced slowly and deliberately, clearly intended as cannon fodder.

Those Biyou that were blown to pieces by rockets or shot down by bullets and lost their fighting ability were picked up by some Biyou flying down and then flew back; not for treatment, but to be used as raw materials to hatch new Biyou!
And so, the two sides began to fight a war of attrition, to see whether the humans had more weapons and supplies, or whether the number of demons was more terrifying.

Soon—"Shit, this is never going to end!"

"Give me a 'military stimulant'."

"Ammo belt, where's the ammo belt? I'm about to run out!"

The demon's attack won't last ten minutes or half an hour; it will continue for several hours, or even days and nights.

Moreover, the opposing hordes of demons, densely packed like a tidal wave, are mostly 'illusions'. In such a chaotic low-altitude battlefield, even modern technology would struggle to pinpoint their true forms. Furthermore, many demons fly close to the ground or hide behind buildings, further increasing the difficulty of eliminating them.

In this situation, soldiers can only use a sufficiently dense network of fire to intercept, resulting in overheated weapons and physical and mental exhaustion.

Reality isn't a game; people get tired. Even the simple act of 'pulling the trigger' involves enduring the impact of firearms and the mental stress of the battlefield.

And whether it's water cooling or air cooling, it's impossible to completely eliminate the heat generated by firing a gun; modern firearms rarely take into account situations where thousands or tens of thousands of rounds are fired continuously: in normal warfare, firing a few hundred bullets is considered an extremely brutal battle.

So after roaring for most of the hour, the soldiers on the front-line 'walls' began changing their gun barrels and giving themselves 'stimulants'.

As for whether doing this will cause any long-term consequences? Like I said, let's get back alive first and then think about it!

Just when the firepower network was becoming slightly sparse—

crackling and popping

Suddenly, a burst of lightning rang out from the unhurried advancing horde of demons.

The next instant, lightning streaked across the battlefield at supersonic speeds, hurtling towards the front of the defensive line.

? !
As the soldiers hiding behind the city walls looked up,
Blazing white lightning flashed into his pupils, along with a sharp claw that suddenly swung down!
Tear————

Amidst a piercing tearing sound, the reinforced concrete city wall was sliced ​​open by lightning-encased claws; before the earth and rocks could fall, figures wreathed in lightning rushed into it.

Puff puff puff,

The sounds of flesh being slashed apart filled the air, and before anyone could even scream, the soldiers on this defensive line were all wiped out!

"Hehehe, hahaha, kill!"

The extraordinary being known as 'Black Flame' stormed into the city walls, and was immediately like a tiger among sheep. The difference in strength between the two sides was no longer comparable to that between a tiger and sheep.

They look exactly like humans and ants!

What does it mean that 'black flames' wrapped in lightning can easily move at supersonic speeds?
"Aaaaaah, die, you monster!"

Da da da da,

Witnessing their comrade's body being torn to pieces in an instant, amidst the carnage, soldiers on the other side of the city wall raised their guns and fired wildly at the lightning bolt.

"Too slow,"

The next instant, a monster called 'Black Flame' appeared behind the soldier.

His movement speed is faster than a bullet, and to ordinary people, it is no different from 'teleportation'.

Red lines appeared on the soldier's body, and the next second, the soldier, along with the torn gun in his hand, slipped and fell to the ground, turning into pieces.

Slaughter,
Naked slaughter!
Once a Tiger-level superhuman breaches the position, it becomes a nightmare for ordinary soldiers.

"The D-2-5 defense line has been breached by 'Black Flame,' requesting reinforcements, requesting reinforcements—ah!"

"Line D-2-6"

"Damn it, black flames have broken into the D-2 defense line!"

"What do we do? We can't stop them! Command post, command post—"

In the command center at the rear, news of squads being wiped out kept coming in; mixed with the shocked and angry voices of other squads, the commanders' faces tightened and sweat beaded on their foreheads.

What's more troublesome is that as D-2 area was breached, gaps immediately appeared in the firepower network, and a large number of monsters rushed into this area.

"Should I activate the 'Dead Hand' system in Sector D, sir?"

One of the commanders couldn't contain himself and asked loudly.

The so-called 'dead hand' system is—a nuclear landmine!

At this point, any nuclear weapons treaty is just a piece of paper; besides, this isn't a conflict between humans, but a war against supernatural beings.

To prepare for extreme situations, such as a large number of extraordinary beings or experts breaking into the position, numerous nuclear landmines have been planted in the front-line defenses: just one of them can annihilate everything within a radius of 100 meters.

While the power of a nuclear explosion is terrifying, the speed of the 'black flames' is also astonishing.

Moreover, once activated, it's uncertain whether 'Black Flame' will survive, but the remaining soldiers in area D-2 will certainly have no chance of survival.

The commander's face turned ashen as he watched the flashes of lightning on the screen.

Damn monster!

"start--"

Just as the commander was about to order the detonation of the nuclear mine, one of the commanders wearing an earpiece paused for a moment, then became overjoyed.

"Sir, an extraordinary individual has arrived in our defense zone!"

"It's Marshall Teach, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!"

call out-----

In the sky, a three-meter-tall figure roared in and crashed into the allied defenses that had been suddenly attacked by 'Black Flame'.

Soon, the roars of beasts and bursts of lightning echoed from the smoke and dust.

But these noises didn't last long before they subsided.

boom,

The roof was blown off, and a tall figure leaped out and stood on the top of the building.

In his hand, he held a black lion-like monster with twisted limbs, the very nightmare of the allied soldiers: Black Flame!
"Hahaha~~"

The tall figure looked around as he lifted the powerless black flame in his hand.

"It's all alright now, soldiers!"

"Because I'm here!"

???

In the dilapidated building defenses, many soldiers who heard the sound either looked up or came to the corridor: they all saw that the invincible, unbeatable 'Black Flame' being held in the hand of another tall figure like a dead dog.

The figure was draped in a medieval captain's coat, his imposing frame resembling that of a small giant, with a thick, jet-black 'beard' on his chin. It was none other than:

"Shichibukai?"

"Mr. Marshall Teach?"

To be honest, apart from island nations, adults from other countries would feel awkward upon hearing the title 'Seven Warlords of the Sea'.

However, now that he has witnessed the 'invincible' Black Flame being easily defeated by the opponent, all that remains is excitement!
"Oh, that's great!"

"Thanks to Mr. Teach's timely arrival"

"Tikki!"

"Tikki!"

"Tikki!"

Soon, shouts of "Teach!" rang out from within this defensive line;

With modern communication methods, within minutes everyone knew that reinforcements had arrived.

"Whether it's Black Flame or any other monster, I will defeat them all—soldiers, show your courage and let those monsters witness the might of humankind."

Standing on the rooftop, Teach first gave a speech to boost morale, and then suddenly jumped off the defensive line and charged alone into the surging tide of demons.

"Halt, monsters!"

"With me here, you won't be able to hurt anyone again!"

Shouting slogans completely at odds with his own 'personality', Teach charged into the demon horde, his punches and kicks like heavy artillery, instantly clearing out large swathes of demons; even if chimeras rushed up, he easily grabbed them and threw them back like weapons, smashing large swathes of demons to death.

One person held the line through the gap.

A single man with a thousand riders, unmatched by ten thousand troops—he's practically a god of war!
All the soldiers who witnessed this were completely convinced and bowed in reverence.

"interesting,"

In mid-air, Paper Dance, who was invisible, gently waved her folding fan.

(End of this chapter)