I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 423 The Eye of the Moon Project

London Bridge
A large number of emergency-dropped mines bobbed up and down in the river.
The remaining soldiers on the bridge raised their weapons of varying lengths, and the colonel leading them shouted through a megaphone.

"Halt! This is British territory!"

"Any armed force that enters the territory without the permission of the British government will be considered to have launched an undeclared war!"

Although the other party had already 'violated' English territory by traveling along the river to this point, it was still necessary to make a statement.

On the Thames, thousands of sails competed for passage, and ships were as numerous as clouds—unfortunately, the newcomers were neither cargo ships nor passenger ships, but landing craft of all sizes.

The Thames, in Celtic, means "wide river": with an average width of over 400 meters, it is wide enough for a large number of ships to navigate; if it weren't for its shallowness, warships and aircraft carriers from various countries would love to sail in.

"We are here for humanitarian aid!"

"Oh right, they've come to rescue us."

"That's right, that's right~"

A jumble of responses rang out on the landing ship, which was filled with messages in various languages.

???

The other party's answer made the leading major's vision go black.

"@#*￥%!" (British swear word)
"England does not need rescue, please leave immediately—"

"No, no, no, as a member state of NATO, how can we sit idly by?"

"We Dutch people love charitable work, so we'll definitely help out!"

"Ah, yes, yes."

? ?
You bastards!

When we were fighting that divine descendant, why didn't you come to help according to the 'treaty'?
And aren't you Dutch people known for being stingy?!

While the two sides were arguing, a large number of landing ships had already docked, and fully armed soldiers were jumping off the ships and rushing toward the heart of London: Victoria Memorial Square.

Judging from the heavy equipment these soldiers are carrying on their backs or shoulders, and their agile figures, they are all extraordinary individuals!
Among them were many unarmed officers, clearly at least D-rank, leaping and dashing between buildings; there were even a few dressed in magician robes who, after chanting spells, conjured up several technologically advanced metal 'colossi' out of thin air; they rumbled past, heading towards Buckingham Palace.

"They're from the American Veterans Guild, damn them!"

Upon seeing this, the others began to mutter curses under their breath.

The American Civil War has dragged on for so long.

The situation is already quite clear.

One side is the Holy Church that believes in the 'Father of the Sea', led by the saintess 'Kishira';
Everyone knew perfectly well who the so-called 'father' was, yet no one dared to mention his name.

On the other side is a Grand Commander who claims to have received 'divine favor,' commanding a group of extraordinary individuals from traditional professions such as priests, knights, werewolves, vampires, and mages. While they do seem to have a legitimate identity, the true nature of these extraordinary individuals, who claim to be 'veterans' despite their diverse professions, remains unclear.

Only Yahweh knows!
In any case, the superhumans in America have produced quite a few things.

For example, this war machine called 'Colossus' not only has a small 'spiritual shield', but also a small 'spiritual cannon' as a flexible means of attack; most troublesome is that it can be directly summoned by mages, and its stealth and mobility completely surpass any traditional military equipment.

The United States has the most experience with combining technology with extraordinary power.

These landing troops completely ignored the remaining English soldiers and headed menacingly towards Buckingham Palace!

By all accounts, it has absolutely nothing to do with 'humanitarian aid'.

Soon, a large number of extraordinary individuals stopped in their tracks.

"Stop!"

"This is the English monarch's palace. Princess Charlotte, you have come armed in person. Who are you—"

"Enemy?!"

An exceptional English officer stood in front of the Allied forces, shouting angrily.

Behind him was Victoria Square; behind the square was Buckingham Palace: and in the square stood a young girl with a sword.

The girl looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with brown hair and blue eyes, a typical English appearance, which should have been described as cute and sweet; but with the holy sword in her hand and the heroic figure of her cleaving a certain 'divine descendant' to ashes with a single sword strike, many extraordinary beings couldn't help but feel awe.

“Ron Hernandez, a third-level member of the American ‘Veteran Guild’ and a mage, has met Princess Charlotte.”

Emerging from behind several colossal statues, a person clad in a mage's robe bowed slightly.

"Ivankov, captain of the Russian 'Winter Commando', salutes you!"

A man with a bare upper body, wearing only boxer shorts, and covered in curly hair, resembling a human-shaped brown bear, also came out.

"San Dezi, the third captain of the 'Peace Guard'."

One after another, extraordinary individuals stepped forward, all of them C-level experts: facing Princess Charlotte, who was capable of annihilating A-level divine descendants, they all maintained a humble attitude.

"The demons have retreated; you are all too late."

Princess Charlotte was fully aware of the intentions of these people, but she could only patiently deal with them.

"England is in ruins and unsuitable for entertaining guests. Please return home—"

Princess Charlotte!

The French representative stepped forward.
"Is the holy sword in your hand called 'Durantall'?"

"Exactly,"

Princess Charlotte couldn't deny this, and lying wouldn't be in her nature.

"As everyone knows, the holy sword 'Durandal' was the sword of Roland, the first holy knight under Charlemagne, my ancestor in France."

After speaking, the representative fixed his gaze on Princess Charlotte.

"Your Highness, you won't deny it, will you?"

".Yes."

Whether it's mythology or history, these are facts with extensive records: if you insist on lying through your teeth, you can't possibly wield this sword.

"Then, Princess, please return the item to its rightful owner and let us take back the Holy Sword!"

coming,

The gazes of other forces turned strange.
France has the moral high ground to back it up, so if they can force Princess Charlotte to hand over the Holy Sword, that would be ideal.

Once the man and the sword are separated, they will have the opportunity to strike: the North Sea is windy and turbulent, so it is quite normal for the Frenchman to have some accidents on his way back home.

After all, it's a legendary 'holy sword,' so there must be special requirements for its wielder. It can't just be used by anyone: what about the reputation of Yahweh and the saints? Princess Charlotte should be the suitable candidate, as long as she hands it over—

"I reject!"

However, the girl opposite her spoke without hesitation.

"This holy sword cannot be given to you,"

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"This is theft, a violation of the precepts!"

The French representative, disregarding all decorum, launched into a tirade of profanity on the spot.
Holy sword, holy sword, the wielder must naturally be of noble character: he was not worried at all that the other party would cut him down with a single sword strike.

"I have reasons why I must hold onto it."

As Princess Charlotte refused again, a buzzing sound came from the sky.

Those were private planes, civilian pesticide sprayers; helicopters from television stations and police stations; carrying the first surviving military, police, and firefighters to arrive. And:

Are you declaring war on England?

A helicopter hovered low overhead, and a middle-aged man standing at the cabin door questioned him sharply.

"Do you really think England has no power to resist? Anyone who dares to take a step forward will find our remaining nuclear weapons lying in your capital!"

This middle-aged man is none other than Princess Charlotte's father: the Crown Prince of England—no, he should be the King now.

Faced with England's "fight to the death" attitude, the Allied Forces' superhumans also had a headache.

beat?
This is absolutely the worst possible strategy.
The girl opposite did not move because the holy sword cannot attack innocent people on its own initiative.

But if they launch the first attack, the other side will have a legitimate reason to retaliate: it's hard to say whether they can win, but their vanguard will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Do not hit?

What are they here for?

Are they really here to help with England's 'post-disaster reconstruction'?

It's not impossible~~
"Please don't misunderstand, we are genuinely providing 'humanitarian aid' to England."

The mage, who claimed to be a level three member of the 'Veteran Guild', snapped his fingers.

Those towering metal colossi rumbled as they moved toward the surrounding buildings, now ruins from the battle; the millstone's hand fell, beginning to move and clear away the massive rubble.

"We hope Your Highness will allow us to study the 'Holy Sword'." "We guarantee that we will not cause any damage to the Holy Sword!"

Since you can't get it, then settle for the next best thing.

Besides, family members know their own affairs.
Who among America's superhumans would dare to take the Holy Sword?
"Everyone, those who can make the decision, please come with me."

The girl holding the holy sword turned around, gestured with her hands toward Buckingham Palace, and made an invitation.

"I will tell you the reason."

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the other side,
"I"

He's not dead yet?
Coming to her senses, Yijiang frowned.
He found himself standing on an island, with familiar humidity and climate.

"Why save me?"

As he turned around, the spiky-haired boy questioned him.

"The Great Tengu."

Indeed, behind him stood a refined middle-aged man with a pair of black feathered wings: the Demon King 'Great Tengu', Sotokuin.

"It seems you're not only ungrateful, but also quite resentful?"

The refined middle-aged man, with the air of a scholar and poet, spoke slowly and deliberately.

“I know you have no worries, but what if I told you that there is a way to resurrect—”

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Suddenly, Yijiang's pupils turned into windmills!
"Ah~~"

next moment,
He couldn't help but cover his eyes and cry out in pain.

"You actually want to use your 'God's Eye' on me? That's absurd."

Across the Yi River, as the man staggered backward, a refined middle-aged man smiled nonchalantly, revealing a round 'eye of God' in his eye sockets.

“Kid, there are differences even among the ‘Eye of God’.”

"Considering your ignorance, I will forgive this offense for now; but if there is a next time—"

We will not let them off!

“Hoo~Hoo~~”

Yijiang wiped her face after only glancing at the other person and tears of blood streaming from her eyes.

"The resurrection you speak of"

"For beings like us, the destruction of the physical body is nothing."

Without further ado, the Great Tengu explained:

"If the soul exists, it will always find a chance to be resurrected."

“Those ordinary people may not have our abilities; but the heavens are 49 and man is 1, so there is always a glimmer of hope.”

That is to go to the River of Three Crossings in the Underworld.

Retrieve its true spirit!
"Lord Daishotoku-in, how do I reach the River of Three Crossings in the Underworld?"

Please tell me, I beg you!

Upon hearing of a method of resurrection, Yi Jiang, who had previously been resigned to death, was greatly encouraged and became more lively; immediately, his knees buckled and he prostrated himself on the ground.

He showed absolutely none of the fearsome qualities that would make the world tremble at the mere mention of his name, the 'Descendant of the God of Destruction'.

"I certainly know the method."

Amidst Yi Jiang's ecstatic expression, the refined middle-aged man abruptly changed the subject.

"However, of the fifty Great Ways, only one has been abandoned."

"Go to the River of Three Crossings to rescue people. Everyone only has one chance, and only one person can be resurrected."

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In the mocking gaze of the Great Tengu lies a questioning of the soul.

Whom do you intend to resurrect?

Xia Yin? Fan Qiu? Or someone else?
In an instant, Yi Jiang was caught in a dilemma: should he choose his best friend who had escaped with him, or his lover with whom he had entrusted his heart and soul? And since everyone else in the base trusted and supported him, should he be abandoned? Regardless of who he resurrected, could he truly live with a clear conscience?

"Ah,"

Da Tengu stepped forward, squatted down, and patted Ie on the shoulder.

“I have a plan,”

"If successful, it will reunite 'you' all."

???

"What plan?"

Yijiang, who raised her head, was no fool. She knew that there was definitely something wrong with the other party's so-called plan at this time!
But can he refuse?
No!

He was willing to try even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, no, even a one in a hundred million chance.

I'm not afraid of death.
What is there to be afraid of?

There is nothing left to lose.

"Hmm, let's call it 'Project Eye of the Moon'."

This is a very useful piece; it would be such a waste to just 'waste' it.

While 'Ootengu' could improve his proficiency with the Mangekyou Sharingan on his own, the sheer volume of memories from dozens of clones he experienced every morning upon waking was immense pressure, even for the mastermind behind it all.

"Or, you could call it 'Dream World'."

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Outside Tokyo and Kyoto,
In the same mountain forest called Mount Otowa, several rather disheveled figures were resting.

The wind chime hat was nowhere to be found, and the black robe with red cloud patterns was tattered and torn.
"Hahaha~~"

"What a hearty battle."

With his robe bulging, the tall, fat Teach smiled and tried to ease the tension.

"Does the fastest runner have the right to say that?"

On the other side, Higashi Takami, whose face was covered with a 'demon mask,' couldn't help but complain.

Despite being the fattest among them, she was surprisingly agile; her retreat was so swift that even the cavalryman on horseback could hardly keep up.

Indeed, Teach developed the "Boiling Release" into a jet acceleration ability; his straight-line speed reached several Mach, and he rushed out of Heian-kyo in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone in the dust.

"Hahaha, wasn't it Lord Qinglong who ordered us to retreat?"

On the other side, the 'Azure Dragon,' also known as Qiong Mei, was speechless.

It was indeed she who ordered the retreat, but
Forget it, there's no point in worrying about it.

"That Minamoto no Yorimitsu, he actually reached the threshold of the Dragon level?"

Recalling the previous battles, Sora became even more frustrated: This Heian-kyo is truly a place where hidden talents abound!
"Perhaps he possesses some kind of 'magical artifact'?"

Xiao Ying, wearing a fox mask, thought for a moment.

“I sensed a familiar spiritual power in him: it was more advanced than ordinary spiritual power.”

"Oh, I see~~"

On the other side, Jiu Kong shook his hands and palms, suddenly realizing the truth.

It's not that our side is weak, it's just that the other side has a powerful weapon!
Why do you all look at me like that?

The others' eyes fell on Jiu Kong Yao Ai, and they couldn't help but think to themselves: Could it be that the reason for the defeat was because of this person?
Rumor has it that Jiu Kong Yao Ai has repeatedly failed in her battles, yet she never gives up.
"nonsense!"

Guessing what the others were thinking from their gazes, Jiu Kong blushed and protested:

"I've won too. I've won a few times."

Although those were all just bullying noobs.

Just then, everyone's rings lit up;

This means that their 'leader', Rokudo, has sent a message.

"Suspend operations?"

(End of this chapter)