I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 415 The Chaotic Commonwealth
"what?!"

On the ancient streets of Heian-kyo,
The slowly advancing team of extraordinary individuals from the island nation

Director Zhu Ya's suddenly raised voice caused the nearby superhumans to turn around and look.

"Ahem, sorry."

The director, holding the phone, nodded apologetically to the superhumans around him, then lowered his voice to ask the person on the other end of the line.

"So fast? Could it be his 'Fake Dog Cannon'?"

Is there no 'skill cooldown' time?
In Director Zhuya's view, being able to destroy an entire city with a single shot is definitely a "ultimate move," even for a powerful demon-level character. The fact that Yijiang could use it repeatedly in such a short time raises questions: was it a reckless outburst, or had his strength truly reached the Dragon level?
And even at the Dragon level...
Destroying a city requires spells and incantations; how can it be so 'efficient'?

But thinking about it carefully, since Susanoo is called the 'God of Destruction', it makes sense that his descendants are good at destruction—but that's just wishful thinking!
"Director, why does your face look so dark?"

Kawa and Mai, who had stepped down, approached without any sense of propriety.

"The lighting issue caused by the fog shrouding Heian-kyo."

Oops!

While giving a perfunctory reply, Director Zhuya suddenly realized a serious problem.

Previously, most high-ranking officials from various countries, including himself, believed that the other side would seek revenge against the Commonwealth: and indeed that was the case.

But they all underestimated Yijiang's destructive power. They originally thought that any city would be enough for him to 'vent' for half a day, but who knew that it would be gone in a second.

Now even the capital of Broccoli has been destroyed. If we let it continue to wreak havoc, although the Commonwealth will suffer, let's not forget that what the Orochi needs to revive is precisely negative emotions such as panic, chaos, and despair.

Because of that guy KYG, chaos has spread throughout the Commonwealth countries as the truth comes to light.

At this rate, before they can even conquer Heian-kyo, Orochi will...
"Director, why is your face so pale again?"

He glanced sharply at the curious Kawa and Mai beside him.

"You're the one who made me angry!"

"Go up and clear a path—"

"what?"

After dismissing the clueless policewoman, Director Zhu Ya vigorously rubbed her temples.

The already precarious 'Heian-kyo Conquest' has become even more unpredictable due to a certain 'divine descendant'; this island nation... just let it all end already, he no longer wanted to think about these things.

For a moment, the director had this self-destructive thought flash through his mind.

"Director, is everything alright outside?"

Shaking her head vigorously, Director Zhu Ya roused herself and turned to answer Tianma Xiwang beside her.

"no problem."

With Yu-kun around, what does it matter if he's a descendant of Susanoo?
Besides, what we're facing now is the Commonwealth—even if the world is destroyed, England will be the first to die.

Thinking about it this way makes me feel much better.

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London,

Southeast of the Thames

A large number of Black people have gathered in the southeast and northeast, and their population has reached 10%.

Although half of them are Africans and the other half are Caribbeans, who would bother to make such a detailed distinction?
Since they're all Black, it represents poverty, chaos, violence, and:
Hindsight.

"Breaking news from Reuters,"

"The Prime Minister delivered a speech earlier, condemning the slanderous remarks made by freelance journalist KYG and issuing an arrest warrant for him;"

"At the same time, the Prime Minister stated that England will never bow to any evil; the army is ready to fight any enemy and will stand with all citizens."

whoosh-

A beer bottle was angrily smashed against the television.

boom!
Amidst the flashing sparks, the screen first shattered into a distorted image, then went dark.

Old Black, who had thrown the bottle, began to roar maniacally:

"fraud!"

"It's all lies!"

"Those powerful and wealthy people must have run away long ago, leaving us poor wretches here to die! Hahahaha~~"

This old black man wasn't the only one in London roaring furiously; throughout England, no, throughout the capital cities of the Commonwealth, at least 70% of the people were roaring like this, and then most of them started smashing things—from their own homes to public places, and even other people's property.
For them, the end of the world is really coming!

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

Take out your mobile phone,

All live streaming platforms are dominated by various bloggers.

"I am currently at 10 Downing Street!"

Amidst the violent shaking of the live stream, a blogger was excitedly shouting.

As the camera pans, a Georgian-style building appears behind the blogger: however, the once solemn and dignified building is now crowded with ordinary people running around, carrying weapons; a black wooden door with the Arabic numeral '10' written on it lies on the ground, repeatedly trampled by pairs of shoes.

"Starmer! Where are you? You're not at the Prime Minister's residence at all!"

Amid the blogger's shouts, angry roars echoed from the buildings behind him, all of them saying:
No.

Nothing at all.

The Prime Minister, Cabinet Ministers, and Secretary of State of England have all vanished without a trace!
This situation enraged London residents to the extreme: they took out hunting rifles, shotguns, bolt-action rifles, and semi-automatic rifles from their homes and took to the streets, rushing towards the nearest government offices.

England bans all 'military' firearms, and handguns are virtually impossible to legally purchase and use.

However, long-barreled shotguns, shotguns, and rifles are not included: these weapons are very conspicuous, slow to fire, but can still kill; when there are enough special envoys, government agencies are stormed by enraged citizens, staff are dragged out and thrown into the streets, and then questioned about the whereabouts of the prime minister, cabinet, and high-ranking officials.

However, how could an ordinary government employee possibly know?

"try to find!"

"Find those guys!!"

"They ran away, leaving us to be destroyed by demons?"

Not only ordinary citizens, but also the police and some military personnel got involved.

Police and the military are human too. Because KYG's live stream was so abrupt, before the internet could be cut off, almost every country and every person knew the truth about the destruction of those two cities: the Commonwealth's high-ranking officials were secretly conducting human experiments and then tried to use nuclear bombs to destroy the evidence, thus creating a descendant of a 'destroyer'.

In this situation, ordinary police officers and soldiers were immediately in an uproar.

That 'demon' has begun indiscriminate attacks, but the higher-ups have vanished without a trace?

How can it be? !
They weren't the culprits; if anyone's to die, it'll be the high-ranking officials first.

Even many mid-level and high-ranking officials gritted their teeth and joined this 'hunt' operation.

Every step leaves a trace.

No matter how high-ranking an official is, they are still just a human being.

They can neither fly nor burrow underground; even if there are a few superhumans, they are only at the dog or wolf level. Whether they leave by car, plane, or whatever, they will leave traces and be known to others.

Several were quickly intercepted along the way and subjected to interrogation:
"Did the Prime Minister eat the 'extraordinary pearl' and transform into a 'fishman' before escaping down the Thames?"

Upon hearing this news, what could the enraged crowd do besides trample the unfortunate few into mincemeat?
That bastard! How dare that coward run away like that!

"Walk,"

"Go quickly!!"

"Let's leave this city too." England is so big; surely we can survive in a remote area, right?
No matter how powerful that demon was, it shouldn't have been able to destroy the British Isles; unfortunately, no matter how much everyone prayed, no angels descended. Besides, English Protestantism had long since parted ways with Catholicism, so even if Yahweh came, whether he would recognize them as believers was still a question.

As for relying on local mythology—

King Arthur? The Twelve Knights of the Round Table? Merlin, the great sorcerer?
Don't be silly, he's a hero from Celtic mythology; if he were to appear, the first thing he'd probably do is chop up the current Englishmen.

The Celts and Anglo-Saxons have been locked in a bitter struggle that continues into the modern era: Northern Ireland is still fighting for independence.

"Beep beep beep,"

"Beep beep beep..."

All the roads leading out of the city were jammed with traffic of all sizes;
The constant blaring of horns and the black smoke billowing from desperate people crashing into cars painted the city with an aura of impending doom.

"Damn it, all the roads are jammed!"

"That demon? Where is it?!"

"Never mind that."

Many people simply walked with their entire families, heading out of the city.

"O Yahweh, Lord of hosts, look upon your believers; deliver them from their distress, just as..."

"Stop praying, go hide in the countryside!"

"I know of a nuclear-proof underground facility—"

Countless people converged into a river, like a dark swarm of ants, desperately trying to escape their doomed nest.

Buzzing

Helicopters roared overhead.

Ordinary citizens can only crawl on the ground, while the wealthy have already taken their loved ones away in helicopters.

Not only can they fly, but they have also secretly prepared various shelters. Even if they encounter a nuclear attack with a yield of tens of millions, they can survive as long as it is not a direct hit.

There were also some people who were clearly superhuman, speeding over buildings and traffic.

Everyone is desperately trying to escape the city!

However, how easy is it to leave a city with more than eight million people?
Along the way, there were beatings, shootings, and arson. The so-called 'British gentlemen' turned into bloodthirsty thugs, staining the road leading out of the city with thick smoke and blood.

Even before a certain 'demon' arrives, casualties are already rising.

As for those who are more powerful and influential:

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"Sir, our plane has been locked on!"

In a private jet, the captain, sweating profusely, turned around and reported to the dignitaries in the cabin.

"If we don't change course, the enemy will launch missiles."

? !
"Who dares!"

"Don't they know who I am?"

The man in the cabin was furious. His family had a long history and now owned numerous businesses in various countries, making them true elites.

"Sir, I have confirmed with the other party repeatedly. But—"

The other party gave only one answer: any Englishman is prohibited from leaving the British Isles during this period.

The blockade of England is not by some small country or power, but by:

"America, Russia, France"

Fighter jets in the sky and warships in the sea have already surrounded us.

As the captain uttered name after name, the man in the cabin grew paler and paler, eventually slumping back into his seat in despair.

"Let's go to the Isle of Man!"

Since there was no way to escape, they could only hide in remote, desolate areas, hoping to avoid being affected.

No matter how powerful that demon is, it's impossible for it to kill everyone in England, right?
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at the same time,

The demon that countless people across the planet have been 'longing for' is resting in the mountains of the northern islands of Broccoli.

That's right, Yi Jiang didn't leave the broccoli; instead, he found a grove of trees and was sitting cross-legged on the grass, closing his eyes to recover his 'spiritual power'.

With his terrifying speed and the stealth capabilities of humanoid units, what in this world could possibly track him? Most aircraft wouldn't even be worthy of being exposed to his exhaust fumes; as for satellites, they're a joke.

Several white 'roots' extended from Yijiang, who was sitting cross-legged, and deeply penetrated the earth.

As these roots continued to spread, the surrounding grass visibly began to wither, and the trees seemed to have instantly entered late autumn. The leaves turned yellow and fell, the bark dried and cracked, and finally, with a gust of wind, they fell down in a rustling sound, leaving only bare branches.

White Zetsu

In a sense, this is a kind of 'vegetative state'.

Originally, it was a puppet that was trapped in the 'Infinite Tsukuyomi' and then hung on the Divine Tree.

It possesses characteristics of both animals and plants, and since only the body remains, it is almost entirely of the 'yang' attribute.

Don't forget, what Yijiang initially awakened was the 'Mayfly Technique' that allowed him to move quickly across the land; unfortunately, this was a life-saving ability, completely useless to him as a leader who charged ahead and retreated behind: if it were given to someone else, perhaps someone could have survived.

In order to allow Yijiang to improve his skill proficiency, someone 'thoughtfully' gave him this method of absorbing the 'life force' of plants to replenish his spiritual power.

"call,"

After a long while, Yijiang let out a long sigh and opened her eyes.

"My spiritual energy has almost recovered."

"But the eyes."

Compared to spiritual energy, the faint stinging pain in her eyes was more concerning to Yi Jiang.

He knew perfectly well that these eyes weren't his; Xia Yin had even reminded him to tell them if anything seemed amiss.

Now, every time he uses the 'Divine Avatar', his eyes sting slightly; clearly, this power is not something he can use at will, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Everyone else is gone, so what's the point of him living?
revenge!

The confusion in his eyes vanished, and the spiky-haired boy stood up.

The Heavenly Magagu Bow is indeed powerful, but every time it is used, blood and tears flow from the eyes, making its use costly.

And frankly, such an ability is completely unnecessary: ​​as a user of the technique, Yi Jiang knows very well that even if the arrows he fires split into thousands, each one could still threaten his former self. Using them to kill those wolf-level creatures that have no target would be a complete waste.

The 'Virtual Dog Cannon', however, does not have any side effects, even though it consumes a great deal of spiritual energy.

Just rest for a while every now and then, and absorb the plant's vitality.

He alone can—

They razed all the major cities on this planet to the ground!
First, destroy the capital of the Commonwealth.

Then, they would start eliminating people from other cities until his body was completely destroyed.

It doesn't matter whether it's destroyed by some god or Buddha, killed by a superhuman, or collapses due to exhaustion.

Anyway, for him:

"A world without Fan Qiu and Xia Yin."

It doesn't matter anymore.

(End of this chapter)