I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 523 There Can Only Be Two Suns in the Sky
Hundreds of kilometers away from the Pacific battlefield,

There is an archipelago of 132 islands called 'Hawaii'.

This island, with a population of one million, is a renowned resort destination; it also boasts a famous naval port: Pearl Harbor. It is one of the largest and best secure harbors among the North Pacific islands; and it is also one of the headquarters of the Pacific Fleet, a vital base for America in the Pacific.

However, today, first, a large number of helicopters roared overhead;

Immediately afterwards, ships of all sizes weighed anchor and set sail, fleeing eastward at full speed.

Only after this did ordinary people realize that in the western Pacific Ocean, the island nation's 'gods' were at war!
Although they were hundreds of kilometers apart, although the other side might not necessarily attack this place, although those 'gods' were proven to be 'false gods', and although everyone still flocked to the dock, boarding ships and fleeing eastward.

In a live broadcast sent by a certain "news king", pitch-black "virtual dog cannons" were flying everywhere!
When those 'gods' fought, it was like the heavens and earth were collapsing.
If you don't run now, when will you wait?
Just as countless people were setting sail to escape the Hawaiian Islands, a burning sensation suddenly came from behind them.

?

"what is that?"

"The sun. Impossible! What's that in the sky?!"

On these fleeing ships, countless people turned around and saw a 'spectacle' they would never forget.

sun,

The second sun appears above the western horizon.

It was like the rising sun. No! The sun should rise from the east! And the rays emanating from that sun were far too intense!
Even the midday sun paled in comparison to the brilliance of that sun: as the sun rose in the west, its blinding light instantly traversed hundreds of kilometers, causing countless people to be momentarily blinded by white light, followed by darkness.

"Ah~~"

“So hot!!”

"My skin—"

At the same time, people standing on the deck and near the windows screamed in agony.

On their exposed skin, visible blisters appeared one after another, and they instinctively moved away from the sun and hid in the shade!
"Quick, get inside the cabin!"

"Watch out for the sunlight, don't look directly over there."

Wherever the light touched, the temperature of everything rose rapidly: the light was absorbed by objects, converting from light energy into heat energy. Compared to the numerous ships that fled at breakneck speed, leaving the islands behind:
Under intense light bright enough to burn the eyes, the plants on the entire island began to wither, turn yellow, and die.

The building gradually carbonized under the strong light, and flames even began to appear in the wooden parts.
Everything heats up and eventually bursts into flames because of the intense sunlight!
fire,

Clusters of flames,
First, they were scattered like stars, but soon they connected into a whole.

Even the ocean, by absorbing a large amount of light, caused air distortion as it continuously evaporated!
The mere sight of light would be catastrophic for an island hundreds of kilometers away! It was fortunate that the battle took place in the Pacific Ocean; if it had occurred in an ordinary country, such as an island nation, the island would have immediately enjoyed the same treatment as any other island nation.

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,
The core of the battlefield
"What kind of technique is this?"

"No, I think this goes beyond the scope of 'technique'."

Kafka, Mai, Ie, Hikaru, Touma, and Yato, the tracksuit-clad "Matsujin" wielding twin swords, and the blonde Valkyrie "Bishamonten" riding a lion, gathered together in a flight of speed.

Everyone present was at least at the Demon level. Although Kamijou Touma and Tokugawa Shizuka were only at the Wolf level, they temporarily possessed the physique of a Strong Tiger level thanks to the blessing of the Light's 'Eight Thousand Spears'.

Tokugawa Shizuka's flight, combined with Touma's right hand, made it easy to kill these demon-level 'gods' with a single touch; in fact, she was the one with the most kills.

but now--

"What is this, the sun?"

Shizuka Tokugawa glanced at the 'orb of light' in the goddess's hand, tears welling in her eyes, and quickly lowered her head.

Even after retreating tens of thousands of meters away, with the sea right beneath their feet, and even after hiding behind the crimson warriors of 'light,' the group still felt their body temperature rising continuously.

In other words, they all had 'spiritual power' protecting them; otherwise, the ever-increasing temperature would have been enough to ignite them out of thin air and burn them to a crisp!
"Even if it's not the 'sun,' it won't make much difference to us."

As Kafka was about to speak, his coat spontaneously combusted.

"This increase in difficulty is way too much!"

Kamijou Touma couldn't help but complain, "If they're afraid to get close just because of the light, how are we supposed to fight?"
"Well done, as expected of 'Heaven'!"

"To be able to simulate this move is fantastic!"

Compared to the crowd who were on high alert, the divine avatars surrounding the 'sky' were all greatly invigorated.

They are not physical entities, so they are much more resistant to 'intense light'; and the more powerful this 'heaven' is, the safer they are: these enemies in front of them are just minor troubles, the real crisis is the 'main body' in Takamagahara.

"With Him here, even if we encounter those who are truly—"

Before a deity with a fiery 'feathered belt' behind him and standing on auspicious white clouds could finish speaking, he was instantly engulfed by scorching white light!

A flash of white light disappeared in an instant, but the 'god' had vanished completely.

???

"Heavens, why is this happening?!"

The other gods were shocked to suddenly lose one of their 'companions' and instinctively scattered.

"Wait, your enemy isn't them, but—"

A tall, slender woman in her forties, dressed in a golden palace robe, Osu, the leader of the divine artifact group under the command of 'Heaven', raised her head and shouted, trying to control this goddess who had suddenly 'gone out of control', but:
brush,

A massive, blazing white beam of light swept across the sea, carving out a 'canyon'!
And the 'Tenshu San-yaku Okushi' on this semi-circular trajectory was naturally reduced to ashes—no, not even a speck of dust remained.

Ah, this—

"Damn it, what is 'the sky' doing?"

"Wait, our power!"

Those divine avatars who had requested power from 'Heaven' all felt their power waning.

In other words, their source of power was cut off.

The only thing that can do this is:
"not good!"

"The sky is out of control!"

The goddess responded by slightly extending the 'sun' in her hand.

As the sun in His hand contracted and expanded, waves of heat rose and fell, and streams of fire crisscrossed; vortexes gathered and dispersed, and energy surged. Suddenly, a vast expanse of plasma-state 'flames,' stretching for thousands of meters and flowing like magma, erupted, engulfing these so-called 'gods'!

What appears to be turbulent 'lava' is actually composed of plasma filled with magnetic fields. This is because a noticeable bright light is produced during its eruption.

Therefore, this move is called:
Solar flares are devastating!
boom-----------

The solar flare swept across the Pacific Ocean, carving away a massive island-sized chunk of 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.

It's decided, let's call it 'Radiant Escape'.

In the principal's office at the Jujutsu High School in Tokyo, Yu, who had been pondering for a moment, finally made a decision.

Without a doubt, this ability is a true bloodline limit surpassing bloodline limits, a terrifying ability that simulates the sun; it is absolutely incomparable to a 'nuclear explosion'.

The power of a hydrogen bomb is that it releases its energy in about one-hundredth of a second; but this "Radiant Release" technique can continuously release light and heat, and the two are completely incomparable.

In the hands of that 'goddess'

两个质子融合在一起产生氘，氘和质子聚变、产生氦-3，氦-3原子核聚变产生氦-4，氦-3和氦-4聚变生成铍-7
If we had to make an analogy, it would be like a nuclear bomb that keeps exploding repeatedly!

Although its power is difficult to concentrate, its wide-area destructive potential is terrifying.

Such an attack is tantamount to extinction.
".Yu-kun, Yu-kun."

Sitting in her office, Director Zhuya, observing the battlefield through the mirror in Qiongmei's hand, pointed to the battlefield, which could only be described as "abstract," and couldn't help but ask cautiously.

"This is?"

"This is solar flare bombardment."

Please don't joke around at a time like this; you clearly know what I want to ask!
"I understand."

Pushing up her non-prescription glasses, Director Zhu Ya already understood.

No wonder this person showed no signs of making a move; it turns out that 'that person' had already taken action.

There can be no two suns in the sky.

There is only one main god in Takamagahara.

Aren't those 'false gods' playing with fire and getting burned?

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 theater
"Damn it, why did 'Sky' go out of control?"

"Everyone, attack together! If you don't want to disappear, take him down first!"

The battle situation changed so quickly that even Kafka and others couldn't quite grasp it.

With the creation of a small sun by that 'heaven', they originally thought that defeat was inevitable and that only the option of fleeing remained.

Unexpectedly, the goddess raised her hand and began attacking the other 'false gods'; the 'false gods', naturally, wouldn't sit idly by and wait to be killed, and they all fought back fiercely, leaving their former opponents aside.
"General Lu, what do we do now?"

Seeing the sudden turn of events—a battle between false gods and the heavens—Kawai Mai scratched her head, somewhat confused.

"Let's go too!"

After a brief moment's thought, Kafka prepared to join the battle. His goal was:

"We need to eliminate that 'heaven' first, otherwise its very existence will bring annihilation to this planet."

"it is good!"

Although everyone was confused, they could still see the situation clearly.

Those 'false gods' are indeed powerful, but they are only powerful.

But the attack from 'Heaven' would be a catastrophe for this world—

However, just as they rushed forward, a colossal ring made of sunlight suddenly exploded from the hand of the goddess named 'Sky'!

The temperature instantly soared to millions of degrees Celsius. At this high temperature, atoms such as hydrogen and helium were ionized into positively charged protons, helium nuclei, and negatively charged free electrons. These charged particles moved at extremely high speeds, causing charged particles to continuously break free from the gravitational pull of the magnetic field and sweep outwards.

This move is called:
Solar storm!

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.

America

"Oh, God"

"Stop chanting your God, how's the situation?!"

Old Edgar slammed his fist on the shoulder of the doctor, who was sitting in front of a lot of instruments, with such force that the bones in the doctor's shoulder were cracked.

"Can't you see for yourself?!"

The excruciating pain in his shoulder caused the extraordinary doctor to roar in anger.

"The distorted images from the satellite, those cracks that keep spreading outward, each one representing a Category 12 hurricane or a 100-meter tsunami."

"Even the divine punishment descended by the Seraphim is nothing more than the light of a candle in the face of such an attack."

Not worth mentioning!
That is true.

If the 'divine punishment' in the Bible has this intensity...

Moses didn't need to 'exodus' from Egypt, because Egypt would no longer exist!

"Although solar flares and solar winds are less than a billionth of the power of a real star like the Sun, they are still enough to cause permanent damage to this planet. Such an attack—"

It has surpassed the doctor's understanding; it belongs to science fiction, no, it's a scene that should only exist in mythology and legends.

"how so."

Old Edgar muttered to himself as he looked at the satellite image in front of him.

The once calm Pacific Ocean has been transformed into a series of terrifying, expanding vortexes of destruction! And at the center of this vortex is a tiny 'sun,' radiating terrifying light and heat, demonstrating the might of 'gods'!

Such an existence, the father in the sea
No, no, no, in this world, nothing is greater than 'Father'!

Subconsciously raising his hand in a prayer, this former American businessman, now one of the three leaders of the 'Holy Church', clenched his fist tightly.

Yes, fathers are the greatest!
(End of this chapter)