I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 520 Chaotic Battle of Gods and Humans
"what happened?"

"It's said that a super earthquake with a magnitude of 9.5 has occurred in Nagaoka City!"

"It's another prolonged earthquake, get out of here!"

May the Inari God protect you!

"Lord Bishamonten, please protect my family."

In the demiplane, crowds from city to city flocked to the outskirts, praying to various gods as they fled. Despite seemingly possessing advanced technology, faith in the gods was already ingrained in the minds of everyone in this 'world,' the only difference being whether their devotion was sufficient.

On the one hand, they seemed very 'familiar' with taking refuge; on the other hand, with 'divine beings' secretly comforting and guiding them, there was no sign of panic or crowding, and the peace was at its peak.

However, the skilled refugees in each city were unaware that the culprit causing their exodus was none other than 'God'!
"This day has finally come."

On the top of a tall building in the city center, I sat on the shoulders of a big man.

The unlucky girl named 'Ebisu Kofuku' turned to look at the horizon.

There, a magnificent goddess stood tall and majestic, bathed in dazzling light; however, due to the cognitive interference of the 'gods,' no ordinary person in this world noticed this scene.

Under the interference of the 'illusions' woven by numerous gods, no matter how advanced the technology of this world is, it is merely a source of power for the 'gods'.

"They actually used 'Heaven'; this is a real falling out."

The cute girl with pink curly hair lowered her eyes.
That was the true trump card that the 'divine avatars' had spent a thousand years crafting: with the fragments of the Kusanagi Sword at its core, it simulated the chief of the Three Noble Sons, and the main god they worshipped. Even though they committed such a heinous act, they only dared to call him 'Heaven'.

With this 'heaven' present, even most of the gods of Takamagahara dare not or are unwilling to personally step into this 'small world'.

Let alone whether ordinary gods could defeat the many avatars led by 'Heaven'; even if they did win, who knows if it would embarrass 'Three Noble Sons'?

After all, Amaterasu is a woman, cough cough, a goddess. When she gets angry, the entire Takamagahara will have a headache.

However, it is precisely for this reason that, since 'Heaven' has been invoked—

Will the lord of Takamagahara turn a blind eye?

No one can tell.

"never mind,"

The cute pink-haired girl, 'God of Misfortune', shook her head slightly.
Anyway, since He belongs to the 'neutral' part, it doesn't matter whether He returns to His original form or continues to lie flat.

"Hopefully, this 'little world' won't be destroyed."

It's a place where we've lived for hundreds of years, so we still have feelings for it.

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.

"Ijiang, don't use the 'Fake Dog Cannon'!"

At the heart of the battlefield, amidst the chaos of battle, Kafka Lu shouted a warning.

They came to this world to seek extraordinary opportunities, not to destroy it: this is why Yijiang was defeated the first time. The ability of the Void Dog Cannon, once used, is a true 'map-wide attack'.

However, Ieyasu did not respond when the blue warrior emerged from the deep crater once again.

Even in front of the samurai's helmet, the blue yang attribute 'spiritual power' and the purplish-black yin attribute 'spiritual power' rapidly condensed once again, transforming into a pitch-black sphere.

"Damn it!"

Kafka cursed.
When Yijiang fights, he doesn't even consider the concept of harming innocent people, but he and Mayi are not so ruthless.

However, it's understandable: the army general, wearing a white trench coat, looked up at the radiant goddess.

Without a doubt, Ie's target, the fragment of the Ame-no-Murakumo sword, is right before her eyes.

In addition to the injuries he sustained from being knocked underground,

Ijiang naturally went all out!

call out----

Another jet-black 'phantom dog cannon' shot into the sky. This attack was powerful yet did not impose a heavy burden, making it perfect for dealing with 'large' enemies.

"Hmph, still using the same trick?"

Jian Yumingfang, who was riding on a thousand-meter-long green python, raised his eyebrows in anger and reached out to grab it.

"Wind and Thunder Bag, come here!!"

A bulging, long, rectangular cloth bag appeared in the hands of this 'wind god'; as He opened the huge bag, a tremendous suction force immediately arose from the opening.

The jet-black 'Tailed Beast Ball' crashed into the bag, and as 'Takeminakata' opened the other end of the bag, a howling gale immediately burst out from that side.

At the same time, the 'wind god' exerted force in his hands, trying to bend the long, narrow cloth bag into a 'U' shape.

"Back to you!"

Unfortunately, He ultimately failed.

The long, narrow cloth bag was simply bent into a 'J' shape.

call out---

The pitch-black 'Virtual Dog Cannon' flew out from the side where the wind was howling, not aiming at the crowd below, but flying into the distance.

boom--------

A few seconds later, the giant sphere of light spread out, and a mushroom cloud that slowly rose ten thousand meters high arrogantly demonstrated to everyone how terrifying and destructive this attack method belonging to a 'high-level god' could be.

"If this continues, the demiplane will surely be filled with dead and wounded."

Protected by a giant crimson samurai, with Tokugawa Shizuka and Kamijou Touma flying above her shoulders, the girl 'Hikari' glanced at the direction of the explosion.

The three of them were careful not to harm ordinary people in this world, but other beings clearly did not have this concern.

Even the 'gods' of this world can no longer care about their believers.

"This is all the disaster you brought!"

In the sky, the weaker gods did not make a move, but instead spoke up angrily.

"Outsiders bring disaster, strife, and death—"

"You shall all fall into the River of Three Crossings, to be forever washed away by its waters, never to be reborn!"

Go ahead and curse, curse all you want.

Leaving aside mentally resolute individuals like Ie, Kafka, and Mai, even Kamijou Touma and Tokugawa Shizuka looked completely numb.

As the saying goes, "the more debts one has, the less one worries," being cursed by a god would naturally cause one to live in constant fear.

Being cursed by a group of gods, that doesn't matter.

If it were anyone else, this experience would be something to brag about.
"Hey, you damn old bastard!"

Below, on the battlefield, Yato, wielding two swords, one long and one short, was battling two 'gods' when he turned his head.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't let the world be destroyed?"

If attacks of this scale were to occur a few more times, this 'world' would not be able to withstand them!
"Young people just can't keep their composure."

In response, the handsome young man who was commanding thousands of 'face demons' and several 'gods' in battle raised an eyebrow.

However, the 'demigod plane' indeed cannot withstand attacks from dragon-level targets.

After all, it's just a creation of the Mangekyou Sharingan. Even with the support of his 'Otsutsuki' chakra, its inherent nature still limits its potential. If it were 'Amenominaka' with the Bloodline Limit, let alone a mere Dragon-level being, it could easily withstand even a God-level being.

After all, given the environmental intensity within Amanominaka, Kaguya-sama, trapped in a self-created space and suppressed by gravity, has something to say. Since that's the case—

"Words of the Underworld, reveal your true power!"

The handsome young man swung his brush in the air, and with a stroke of his brush, ink suddenly spread across the entire battlefield below, like ink dripping into water.

Hundred meters, thousand meters, ten thousand meters!
? !
The ink-like color spread not only across the entire battlefield.
It even surged upwards suddenly, forming a black curtain that truly blotted out the sky, enveloping everything on the battlefield.

Even the towering 'sky' was enveloped in darkness.

"Stop fighting!"

From the darkness came the voice of a handsome young man, the 'sorcerer' who had been lurking for a thousand years.

"If you want to fight, go fight in the 'main world'."

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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.

Pacific Ocean,
It is the largest, deepest, and most marginal sea and island-rich ocean on the planet.

It is approximately 1590 million meters long from north to south and approximately 1900 million meters wide from east to west, with a total area of ​​18134.4 million square kilometers, an average depth of 3957 meters, and a maximum depth of 11034 meters.

Keep in mind that the circumference of this planet's 'equator' is only 4000 million meters! It can be said that this region, which spans one-third of the planet, is a true 'giant' region.

On such a vast ocean, everything seems incredibly small; even if an entire island nation were thrown into the middle of the Pacific, it would be nothing more than a string of insignificant islands. So when a group of 'gods', two ghosts, two dragons, and two wolf-level superhumans landed on the sea, they all looked at each other in bewilderment.

"here it is?"

Tokugawa Shizuka glanced at the boundless sea, somewhat confused.

"This is your 'world'."

The handsome young man holding a calligraphy brush spoke slowly.

"Or rather, this is the real 'world'."

Although it sounded a bit convoluted, everyone understood: for Kafka, Mai, and the others, this was their home planet; while for those 'gods,' this was the 'main world' where the outsiders resided, which meant:
The world in which these 'divine incarnations' reside.

"It's over, it's over!"

"I don't want to disappear—"

"You damned sorcerer, do you really want to die together with me?!"

Amidst the distorted features and hurled curses of the 'god's' avatars, the girl 'Nora,' dressed in white mourning clothes and wearing a triangular crown, cried out in alarm.

"Father?!"

With a single move, he 'teleported' everyone to the middle of the Pacific Ocean, but the price was that the handsome young man's body gradually became transparent.

"You damn old man, you..."

Even Yato, who has always been at odds with Yato, looked at the boy whose colors were fading in astonishment.

"Ha, I told you, help me fight the last battle, and you'll be free."

So-called freedom does not mean that they will die.

But:

"I should disappear."

"Having fulfilled Yizan's thousand-year-old promise, I can finally rest—"

After saying that, the color completely faded and disappeared.

? ?
"This"

Tokugawa Shizuka looked surprised.
This young man, who looked like a 'mastermind behind the scenes,' actually just disappeared so decisively?

Could it be that we've really misunderstood the other person, and they're actually a good person?

"Father--"

"Hi! Come here!"

The girl in mourning clothes, tears streaming down her face because of her 'father's' death, instantly turned into a stream of water and fell into the hands of the sportswear-clad boy 'Matsugami' Yato.

"Now is the time to stop crying and fulfill his promise."

The 'Makujin God', wielding two weapons—one transformed into a long sword and the other into a long sword made of a girl in mourning clothes—looked up at the 'gods' in the sky, their expressions a mixture of despair, anger, and astonishment.

"Defeat the gods!"

The sword points to the sky, including the goddess 'Tian', which is thousands of meters tall.

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.

Tokyo,

"what?!"

With a clatter, the documents on the desk scattered all over the floor as someone suddenly stood up.

However, Director Zhu Ya didn't even glance at these documents, even though each single sheet of paper affected the lives of millions of people.

because:

"Hi!"

The secretary immediately bowed and answered.

"News has come from Johnston Island in the Pacific,"

"A being 'suspected' of eight million gods from an island nation has descended, among whom is Ten.Ten."

Those who can enter the Metropolitan Police Department are selected from the best in terms of both mental and physical abilities; moreover, she is the secretary of Chief Inspector Zhuya, who is usually a person who can remain calm even if a mountain collapses in front of her, but now she is stammering and sweating profusely.

There is really no way I can or dare not say that 'name'.

However, he didn't need to say it; Director Zhuya already understood as soon as she received the tablet:
The image above was likely taken by people from 'Johnston Island', showing a radiant goddess standing tall in the sea; even from thousands of meters away, her magnificent figure can be clearly observed with the naked eye, and her pose is striking.

The foremost of the Three Noble Children, Amaterasu!

"Sigh~~"

Director Zhu Ya couldn't help but facepalm. How did this person end up here?
This shouldn't be!
After all, apart from Susanoo, the other two of the Three Noble Children are well-known 'homebodies', so why would this one condescend to do so?
"Director, we've received a message from Ma Yizun!"

Kawai Mai, being a 'local deity,' instantly transmitted the information directly through her followers.

Although a 'cell phone' could achieve the same effect, given the intensity of that battlefield, where cannons were being hurled indiscriminately, what kind of electronic product could withstand all sorts of messy electromagnetic pulses?

"The 'gods' of the Heian-kyo demiplane, and their trump card 'Heaven,' have all been teleported to the center of the Pacific Ocean!"

"Now, Kafka Riku, Mayuzumi, Ie, Hikaru, and others—"

They are currently engaged in a fierce battle with the 'gods'.

this.
How did this happen in this world?!
Pressing her throbbing temples hard, Director Zhuya endured the waves of darkness before her eyes and raised her hand to shout.

"Go quickly and invite Yu-kun!"

(End of this chapter)