I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 419 I picked up this holy sword

Paris, France.

While England was engaged in a major battle at Ijiang—or rather, was being utterly thrashed—the French military was both gloating and anxiously watching the situation unfold.

Or rather, the progress of that 'divine descendant's' destruction.

"report!"

"Monsters from the island nation have landed in Bristol!"

Under the watchful eyes of numerous high-ranking French officials, the Irvine had already chopped the British Royal Navy into scrap metal. Before the raging, burning steel remains had even sunk to the bottom of the sea, the enormous sky-blue 'divine incarnation' had already flown toward the coastal city.

Immediately afterwards, a pitch-black energy ball known as the 'Virtual Dog Cannon' was dropped;
One of England's eight core cities, once second only to London, disappeared in a sudden burst of brilliance.

Just like in various science fiction movies, nuclear weapons with a yield of tens of millions of tons launched by intercontinental ballistic missiles! In fact, major countries don't have many of these: because they are completely unnecessary. Multiple small-yield nuclear warheads can be used to bombard and destroy any major city more 'efficiently'.

"The demons that will destroy the world are advancing on Swinton!"

Despite the intelligence officers' vehement pronouncements, the blue sky did not stop but continued its eastward journey.

Apart from France, all the countries on this planet are closely watching the war: the island nation's 'Heian-kyo' is a covert operation, and it is shrouded in fog, so no one can see it even if they want to; but it's different in England: the weather is clear and the English military has no time to spare.

Satellites, reconnaissance aircraft, and drones from various countries all flew directly into English airspace, waiting along the route the Irrawaddy River would take, openly 'watching' the event.

Anyway, all the planes were urgently painted with the English logo; presumably the English government won't mind.

As for these uninvited 'onlookers',
The British government had no time to deal with them, and instead mobilized all its troops to desperately intercept the advancing Irrawaddy River.

However, even with 'physical interception,' it was still nothing more than moths to a flame; missiles from various ground forces soared into the sky in dense formations, only to elicit Ie's impatient acceleration and change of direction.

His flight speed has reached several times the speed of sound, and most interceptor missiles cannot even catch up with his afterimage; moreover, unlike human supersonic missiles, Yijiang can turn flexibly at will: after a wave of missiles has accumulated behind him, he suddenly turns so that they all collide together.

This kind of thing, which only happens in science fiction movies, keeps happening.

While withstanding all attacks would make him invincible, Ijiang still needed to conserve his spiritual power—to destroy this country!

"The bloodline of the God of Destruction has entered the Oxford region!"

With numerous countries and forces as witnesses, Ijiang fought his way through England's defenses and entered the Oxford city area.

Oxford, of course, is home to Oxford University; inhabited since the 7th century and established in the 9th century, the city of Oxford, with over 1100 years of history, is the cradle of English royalty and scholars. But now...
"The second 'fake dog cannon' has landed, Oxford."

Gone.

"A divine-descended extraordinary being passed through Reading,"

As the French military command center watched Ijiang's horrific acts of destruction unfold, the voices grew increasingly faint.

At that speed of that demon—no, that progenitor of the gods—it would only take him ten minutes to fly to France; if he's not satisfied after destroying England, then it'll probably be the turn of the surrounding countries.

Damn England!
"The Angel of Judgment is about to arrive in London—"

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.

London,

Leaving aside the neighbor whose battle report changes five times a day, in the State Room of Buckingham Palace in front of the Queen Victoria Memorial, a group of commanders guarding various high-tech instruments are either slumped on the ground, ashen-faced, or trembling.

If the king hadn't been right behind them, many people would have already pulled out their guns and committed suicide.

"Your Majesty, all defenses have been breached, we..."

I tried my best.

This can no longer be called a battle; it's a one-sided massacre.

Extraordinary power ultimately surpasses the limits of technology.

"Sigh, what's meant to happen will happen."

"Let's go to the rooftop."

After saying this, the old king took the lead and walked out.

However, apart from Charlotte, the girl following behind him, only a few officers followed.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
As they left, a burst of gunfire erupted in the command room.

The group walked to the roof of Buckingham Palace and looked west: before them lay the Buckingham Palace gardens and a circular lake; beyond a cluster of buildings, the roof of the Victoria and Albert Museum was faintly visible; and to the south, the River Thames flowed through London.

If you follow the river eastward, although you can't see the Palace of Westminster, the Houses of Parliament, the Elizabeth Tower still stands out prominently.

By the way, he also has an even simpler name:
Big Ben!
However, all of this is about to vanish into nothingness.

Boom boom boom~~
As the western horizon came into view, traces of an explosion began to appear in the sky.

"A divine offspring, an extraordinary being,"

Looking at the distant sky, the old king murmured.

The Avengers are here!
"My little angel, you have a bright future ahead of you."

Death was imminent, but the old king was indifferent: he was carefree in primary school, bullied in high school because of his "status", spent his university years in Oxford as usual, then served in the army and helped with government affairs, until his 96-year-old mother, Queen Elizabeth II, passed away, and the white-haired "crown prince" finally took over the scepter.

In this life, I have experienced wealth and glory, grudges and entanglements; I have weathered the wind and rain, and I have no regrets.

But the granddaughter—

"Grandfather, does England still have a bright future?"

The girl was quite frank, saying that they had elected the prime minister themselves, and that parliament had passed the resolution on human experimentation by a large majority.

Now, it's time to pay the price for our mistakes.

Yes, although the prime minister fled;

Some members of parliament have also disappeared without a trace.

boom! !

The explosions in the distance continued to approach, and the British troops along the way continued to launch desperate attacks, but in the end, they were only turned into pieces of paper flying everywhere under the hundred-meter-long swords.

With a single slash, it can tear apart any steel defense; modern technology is powerless against this terrifying 'skeletal angel'.

"Give me the stuff."

The old man took a deep breath after receiving the megaphone from the general next to him.

"Mr. Ie!"

The booming sound waves echoed over London, the world's third-largest city with nearly ten million inhabitants; most places were deserted, leaving only some indifferent elderly people and drug addicts who were still confused about the situation, all subconsciously turning their heads to look in the direction of Buckingham Palace.

?

Such a huge commotion also attracted the attention of the spiky-haired boy in the sky.

"I am the King of England, the Commonwealth's sovereign."

The old man standing on the rooftop held a megaphone and looked at the blue skeletal angel that had stopped in the sky.

"I am very sorry for the tragedy that happened to you; if you have any anger, please take it out on me."

Although the royal family had no idea about these specific 'matters,' someone had to take the blame. Following the customs of the island nation, the old man put down his megaphone and prostrated himself. It would be best if his death could bring this incident to a close.

however--

brush,

Boom, boom! ! !

A hundred-meter-long blade swept across, unleashing a 'flying slash' that tore an army below into countless fragments, sending debris from buildings and chariots flying like dust! Interspersed among these were inconspicuous limbs and severed arms, the last traces of the 'lucky ones' on the outer edge of the slash.

The other party showed no sign of stopping.

"Mr. Ie,"

Stepping forward, Charlotte picked up the megaphone from beside her kneeling grandfather and looked up at the sky.

"I will not advise you to let go of your hatred, but can I beg you to have mercy?"

For members of the royal family, mastering a foreign language is not a difficult task.

In fact, modern royal family members are generally proficient in several foreign languages, especially those from island nations where supernatural powers first appeared.

"You should understand that the general public could not possibly know what happened to you, nor could they possibly benefit from it; the prime minister and the members of parliament who conducted the experiment have long since fled—"

The powerful and wealthy commit evil, while ordinary people suffer; in the girl's eyes, this is wrong. Hearing Princess Charlotte's words, the blue skeletal giant in the sky moved.

The two swords in his hands came together and transformed into a longbow!

That move—

Whether it was the remaining British soldiers present or other countries monitoring the battlefield through various high-tech surveillance devices, everyone was filled with awe.

As expected, the blue skeletal giant drew his bow and nocked an arrow; his target was:
Sky!

collapse,

As the bowstring was released, the blood-red arrow shot into the sky.

As it rose higher, the arrow began to split, from one into two, from two into four, from four into eight, and finally into streaks of blood-red light that flew out in all directions.

Ok?
The quantity is surprisingly small.
Everyone watching the battlefield was initially surprised, but then, as if realizing something, their expressions turned grim.

Those who could watch the 'live broadcast' were all high-ranking officials and dignitaries from various countries; looking at the arrows that were scattered and extended to all parts of the British Isles, and even a blood-red arrow flying towards France, they already understood what this arrow was attacking.

The British Prime Minister and cabinet members!

how did you do that?
Judging from this, this divine descendant's arrows can lock onto targets no matter how far away they are, no matter where they hide, or even if they've never met!
The answer is: hatred.

Others may not know, but someone knows very well.

The move "Heavenly Magago Bow" uses 'hatred' to lock onto the target.

Once identified as a target of revenge, this arrow will relentlessly pursue the enemy to the ends of the earth: each split arrow isn't particularly powerful; even a superhuman of the Tiger level can block it. But the essence of this technique is 'targeting'!
However, the Commonwealth is a bunch of useless trash; they don't even have a single strong tiger among them.

Tsk, England is already more than half destroyed; if we continue fighting, the resulting 'panic' will be too great, and it will be difficult to explain to Orochi. So:
After firing a blood-red arrow, Yijiang did not stop. He began to control the 'divine avatar' behind him to tilt its head back and open its mouth, and two kinds of light began to condense.

Done! !
Seeing that the other side remained unmoved and began to gather the 'Virtual Dog Cannon', the English side felt nothing but despair.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little angel."

He stood up and patted Princess Charlotte on the shoulder.

"Please forgive me, my grandfather does not deserve to enter heaven."

After saying this, the old king took a few steps forward, walked to the roof of Buckingham Palace, and then fell headfirst.

Bang!
Several other generals followed closely behind.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
Whether Protestant, Catholic, or Orthodox, those who commit suicide cannot enter Heaven.

Choosing to go to hell to atone for his sins was the old king's final act of grace.

"If there really is a heaven, why—"

The girl looked up at the sky.

If there is no heaven, then what is that thing in the sky?!

God or demon, whoever it is, as long as it can protect this country and this land...
Just as the girl lowered her eyes and prayed helplessly.

"Hey~~~"

A low sigh was heard.

The voice was so powerful that everyone, from the desperate survivors on the battlefield to the dignitaries from various countries watching the 'live broadcast' through various means, clearly heard the helplessness and pity within it. Even the river in the sky seemed to pause.

Coming?

As far as Ie is concerned, if there are the "Three Noble Children" of the island nation, then there must be gods and demons in other countries as well.

I just don't know why he didn't show himself all the way here?
Now finally
In the gardens of Buckingham Palace, a tender shoot breaks through the soil.

The next second, the bud took root and sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye, rising from the ground and spreading its branches and leaves. Eventually, it transformed into a white oak tree as tall as Buckingham Palace.

???

This is too.
Is it too weak?
Both sides were taken aback by the oak tree.

Two and a half years have passed since the extraordinary era began. Such a scene would have been astonishing in the past, but now:
That's simply not enough!

and many more,

If it's an oak tree?
"Hurry up,"

"Have the drone adjust its angle to aim at the front of the oak tree!"

"Where is the front? You fool, it's the side facing Princess Charlotte, of course—"

Urged on by dignitaries from various countries, reconnaissance aircraft sprang into action, their cameras all pointed at the side of the oak tree facing Buckingham Palace, and sure enough:

Atop the oak tree, an aged face slowly emerged.

"It's him!"

"It sure is him!"

"The situation has changed, and England might be able to..."

Countless people in other countries around the world cheered excitedly.

Since this is an extraordinary era, all sorts of myths and legends must have been thoroughly researched; therefore, it's not difficult to recognize—no, to guess—this person's identity.

"Cambion, a half-human, half-demon possessing extraordinary power,"

"A legendary magician in Welsh mythology,"

"King Arthur's mentor and close friend,"

"Merlin!"

Merlin, in Celtic mythology, is a legendary sorcerer who assisted King Arthur.

No one could match him in magic, strategy, or wisdom! Yet, this legendary great magician made a fatal mistake.

He fell in love with Vivian, the Lady of the Lake, and told her the secret of his magic; knowing Merlin's weakness, Vivian cast a spell on him, imprisoning him forever in an oak tree.

Another version of the story is that he voluntarily imprisoned himself in the oak tree.

Because he was to guard the thirteen swords and the throne underground, waiting for his 'King Arthur' to return.

Could it be——

Countless eyes were fixed on the roof of Buckingham Palace.
Everyone else jumped off the building, but the eldest princess of the British royal family remained standing there.

?

"I am not King Arthur,"

The girl standing on the roof frowned slightly, showing no joy, clearly having guessed the identity of the old man's face on the oak tree.

"Of course you aren't,"

Amidst a strange, ancient cadence, the old man in the oak tree spoke.

"But your country is in grave danger,"

"And I do not want to see Britain reduced to ruins when my 'king' returns."

After saying that, the oak branch gently stretched out, crossing the distance between them, and delivered a long sword to the girl on the rooftop.

"This is a holy sword that I picked up from a lake. If you want to protect this continent, fight with your own will."

The girl named Charlotte said nothing and grabbed the two-handed sword with a cross-shaped hilt.

? ? ? ?
The next second, the girl's expression turned strange.

The white oak tree did not linger; its leaves withered and fell in an instant, its trunk rotted and died, and with a gust of wind, it turned into dust covering the ground.

It comes quickly, and it goes quickly.

do not care,
The 'holy sword' in her hand caused Princess Charlotte considerable distress, but now was clearly not the time to hesitate.

Clang,

The girl drew her two-handed sword, and a beam of light shot straight into the sky!

And the girl shouted his 'real name':
"I call upon your name, that justice may be served for me—Durandall!"

French officials: ? ? ? ? ?
(End of this chapter)