I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 524 When gods fight, mortals suffer

"Alarm! Alarm!"

"The S-class supernatural disaster 'The Sun's Calamity' is approaching!"

"Extreme and extraordinary weather events, including Category 12 gales, a massive tsunami, and a magnitude 9 earthquake, are expected to make landfall on the west coast of America in 46 minutes!"

"All residents of California, Oregon, and Washington are urged to seek refuge in the central region!"

"To reiterate, S-class extraordinary disaster."

Urgent sirens blared in all the cities along America’s west coast.

Countless people living on the West Coast drove out of the city with their families, cats, and dogs, creating dense streams of vehicles on the roads.

However, for large cities like Los Angeles, San Diego, San Francisco, Oakland, Seattle, and Anchorage, with populations often exceeding one million, evacuation is no easy task.

At this point, the advantages of being rich become apparent: helicopters carrying capitalists roar away into the sky, giving them time to evade disasters unless they strike instantly; while those with exceptional martial arts skills transform into 'Spider-Man,' leaping and bounding between skyscrapers.

Ordinary people? Then they can only obediently crawl on the ground.

Beep beep beep, beep beep beep~~
On the highway outside downtown Los Angeles,

The honking of various vehicles rose and fell, yet they could only move forward at a crawling pace.

Because of the fire a week ago, most people were evacuated to the suburbs, thus avoiding the despair of being stuck in the city.

However, even starting from the suburbs, progress remains extremely difficult: evacuating a million people in a short period of time is virtually impossible for any country.

"Shit!!"

Suddenly slamming his hand on the steering wheel, a middle-aged, burly white man leaned out of the car window amidst the long traffic jam on the street; he looked at the superhumans speeding by on the suburban buildings next door, his envy undisguised.

If he possessed superhuman strength, he could escape the impending disaster even by carrying his wife and daughters on his back.
Boom!
A muffled thud suddenly came from above.
This caused the woman and child in the back row to instinctively scream.

"Hey, my car—"

The burly white man shouted at the figure who had stepped over the roof of his car and sped away.

Just as he expected, the other person, carrying a woman in one arm and a dog in the other, sped away without looking back.

"Shit, a supernatural potion."

Given the American character, the 'risk' of the extraordinary potion is nothing to them; once they get their hands on it, they'll happily tilt their heads back and take a sip.

However, therein lies the problem: due to the fierce struggle between the two parties, supernatural potions were strictly controlled, becoming a tool for both sides to create cannon fodder, resulting in a relatively small number of supernatural potions flowing into the hands of ordinary people. After being divided up by various "powerful" factions, what ended up in the hands of ordinary people was even more negligible.

In the face of such large-scale disasters that need to be avoided, ordinary people still have no choice but to rely on vehicles for transportation.

"Daddy, will we die?"

Then came the daughter's innocent question, which made the burly white man pause.

"Don't worry, my little angel."

The burly man turned around, his angry expression vanishing, replaced by a relaxed demeanor.

"Those extraordinary experts will not stand idly by. As long as they take action, they will definitely be able to stop the extraordinary disaster."

However, these words are merely meant to comfort children and to console oneself. Whether those extraordinary individuals are willing to help ordinary people like them is only known to God! After all, the selfless 'Superman' is a figure from decades ago; now, 'Homelander' is all the rage.

"Look, it's someone from the 'Veteran Guild'!"

"Great, we are saved!"

Suddenly, a cheer erupted outside the car.

"He's the King of Chicago rap, hahaha~~ I knew the government hadn't given up on us!"

"Brother, let's show those evil gods our power!"

Many of the older men rushed out of the car, shouting, jumping, and waving their arms frantically at the sky.

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The burly white man also stuck his head out of the car window and looked up at the sky.

Sure enough, figures flew through the sky. Some wore ancient Greek robes with hoods pulled up; some were dressed in suits and ties, like business elites; some had mechanical prosthetics all over their bodies, clearly high-tech and extraordinary; some were rappers with big gold chains, jackets and leather pants; and some wore long robes, held staffs, and had magic books floating in front of them.
These extraordinary beings each had a different posture, but they all had a pair of sky-blue 'wings' behind them. It was through this magic that they were able to fly.

"Citizens of Los Angeles, do not cry, do not panic;"

A young Black man in a gold chain, jacket, and leather pants floated in the air; his racially inspired rap style echoed throughout the suburbs.

"America will not abandon anyone. Head east, there you'll find hot coffee and blankets—"

"And we will stand firm here and withstand all calamities!"

His voice was deep and penetrating, clearly audible in every corner of the metropolis with millions of inhabitants below, yet not harsh.

Clearly, this is also a kind of extraordinary ability.

"Ooooooooo~~!!"

"The King of Chicago Rap—"

"Great! The government's rescue team has finally arrived! Waaaaah!"

The people below cheered or knelt and wept. Faced with such an extraordinary disaster, they could only pray for the rescue of the "superhumans." Fortunately, the president was quite capable and sent out rescue teams so quickly that it was almost unbelievable to the people of Los Angeles.

"Everyone, let's head to the coastline."

The middle-aged white 'magician', holding a staff and with a spellbook floating in front of him, spoke.

"The 'flying spell' I've cast can only last for ten minutes. Be mindful of the time."

"it is good,"

The other extraordinary individuals nodded in agreement.
They were all level 5 members of the 'Veteran Guild'.

This time, I was ordered by the President to come and prevent the tsunami, gale, and earthquake from making landfall.

As figures flew across the city still littered with ashes, the young black man known as the 'King of Chicago Rap' glanced down and sighed.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

"Huh? The famous King of Rap can also feel sad because of the struggles of ordinary people?"

The red-haired 'priestess' Fiona turned around and teased the other person.

"No,"

"Simply because my mansion is right below."

The young, older Black man, dressed like a rapper, shrugged.

"It cost me $8000 million, and that was before the supernatural: it was all gone in a fire—of course, I'll also write songs to mourn those who died in the disaster."

Ok,

This person has a conscience, but there aren't many like him.

As the figures flew to the edge of the city, some members dressed as mages had already constructed a huge magic circle there.

"Come on, our King of Chicago Rap, it's time to show off your vocal prowess."

The others moved to the outer edge of the magic circle. Facing the teasing of the middle-aged white man codenamed 'The Wizard,' the young, older Black man, 'Alexander,' unfazed, raised his voice and said, 'Call me the Savior of Los Angeles.'

Rumble rumble rumble rumble~~
While everyone was preparing, a white 'line' was already spreading across the distant horizon.

No, that's not some line, but a colossal tsunami beyond human records! It's a Category 12 hurricane! It's a magnitude 9 earthquake! — If that impact, where the sea and sky merge into one, arrives, Los Angeles will be wiped off the map entirely; or we'll have to search the seabed for evidence of its existence.

"Everybody?"

Standing in the center of the magic circle, the young black man clapped his hands casually.

"Put Hey Sa—"

Is this guy treating this place like his own concert?
If you still say "everyone raises their hands," do you want us to cheer for you?

The next second, Old Black's expression turned serious, and he opened his mouth!
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Judging from his expression, he had already launched an attack, yet he acted as if nothing was amiss. Something's not right!

Starting with this young Black man, the sea outside Los Angeles suddenly turned white! A huge triangular area spread outwards and outwards.

Under normal circumstances, the ocean is blue.

The reason it turns white is because of the countless waves that are stirred up and jump into billions of dense water droplets, which present the color.

And when this white 'triangle' that kept spreading to both sides collided with the thunderous tsunami—

The mountain-like tsunami seemed to have its bones removed, and it collapsed with a deafening roar!
The hurricane, powerful enough to lift vehicles, gradually subsided.

It was as if an invisible force had smoothed everything over!
"Infrasound hydrogen bomb, indeed powerful."

Ophina, standing within the magic circle providing spiritual power to the other party, exclaimed in admiration.
That's right, the extraordinary ability that this 'Chicago Rap King' acquired is the ability to create all kinds of sounds.

With abilities like ultrasonic positioning, vacuum wave slashing, shockwave group damage, and infrasonic assassination, all of these are contained in his mouth. His ability to sit in the position of a level 5 member of the "Veteran Guild" is naturally not due to singing, dancing, or rapping, but rather to his use of various sound waves.

"Infrasound is not easily attenuated and is not easily absorbed by water and air. As long as the transmission of the wave is disrupted, it will be eliminated without a trace, whether it is a tsunami, a hurricane or an earthquake."

The 'magician' who formed the magic circle also spoke up to explain.
"If it were used to deal with living beings."

With a single shout, millions can be killed silently!

It is a truly large-scale 'assassination technique'.

“But without the adult’s ‘magic circle’, Mr. Alexander would not be able to exert such power.”

Another mage maintaining the magic circle offered a compliment, saying that the ability to avert a devastating crisis was not solely due to the efforts of this old black man Alexander, but rather the combined efforts of everyone involved.

Without the support of everyone's spiritual power, even the strongest ability cannot be fully utilized.

"We can hold Los Angeles, but what about the rest of the country?"

A group of 'veterans' transferred their spiritual energy to the young, old black Alexander while inquiring about the situation in other places.

"Otherwhere, governments are using nuclear bombing to counteract this extraordinary disaster."

However, even for America, using a nuclear bomb to detonate a tsunami would be an extreme luxury, not to mention that such a thing couldn't be precisely controlled, so—

"Wow, the Golden Gate Bridge is broken again."

The superhuman, whose entire body was covered in metal prosthetics, raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with images.

That sea bridge connecting downtown San Francisco and northern Marin County is a frequent subject of destruction in almost every science fiction movie; this time, it was truly torn to shreds by the impact of the tsunami.

"Ignore them, we just need to take care of our own area."

While everyone else was chatting, only a certain 'King of Rap' kept opening his mouth and closing his eyes, constantly emitting infrasound waves to wipe out the city's destruction.

This disaster, which was enough to destroy the west coast of America, was merely the 'aftermath' of the battle.

The real crisis lies in the images transmitted from the satellite.
The center of the vortex is clearly visible:

sun!

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.

"Attack together! Ah—"

"Damn it, that's way too strong!"

A truly absurd scene unfolded on the Pacific battlefield.

The two sides, who had previously fought to the death, and numerous false gods and island nation superhumans, actually joined forces to fight side by side, all for the sake of eliminating this 'great enemy' before them.

day!
The false gods gradually realized what was happening;
It was most likely Takamagahara who made the move; if they didn't want to disappear, they had no choice but to fight desperately.

The island nation's extraordinary nature stems purely from the fact that this "heavenly" attack is entirely a super-wide-range attack, covering thousands or even tens of thousands of meters with a wave of the hand! The surging aftershocks spread in layers in all directions, and even after passing through the entire Pacific Ocean as a "buffer," when they reach the island nation, the Philippines, and America, they are still enough to destroy cities and islands.

As for the numerous small islands in the Pacific Ocean?
Ha, even major powers are too busy taking care of themselves; all they can do is pray for divine protection.

Unfortunately, the ones engaged in fierce battle are 'gods'.

“Isn’t this too much?”

Nestled in Touma's arms, relying on Touma's right hand that absorbs all techniques, Tokugawa Shizuka, who was charging towards the 'sky', couldn't help but complain.

Just a few days ago, she was a student in an island nation, at most resisting the government's inhumane experiments.

Now, we are facing the magnificent and unapproachable goddess, 'Heaven'.
You've just left the beginner village and you're already facing the Great Demon King?
No, no, no, even a normal demon king would only be able to run away in fear in front of this one, right?

"careful---"

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The girl Hikari's loud shout brought Tokugawa Shizuka back to her senses.

Facing the false gods and the crowds rushing up from all directions under the 'scorching sun', the towering goddess 'Tian' spun the sun in her hand.

The next second, everything around Him suddenly went black.

On this battlefield bathed in dazzling light, it was like a sunspot that suddenly appeared.

So-called 'sunspots' are not actually black; they are actually slightly sunken gas vortices in the photosphere. Because their temperature is one or two thousand degrees lower than the surrounding area, they appear slightly darker.

And this 'heaven' creates sunspots, naturally not for 'cooling off,' but rather:

“Woo~~!!”

A sharp pain shot through his body, and Tokugawa Shizuka coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Not only her, but almost everyone who broke into the 'black' zone felt a strange sense of being torn apart.

Sunspots possess extremely strong magnetic fields, which restrict the upward flow of high-energy plasma from the sun's core, creating a thrombus-like effect. As the material above the thrombus cools, it sinks back into the magnetic field at the center of the sunspot, thus forming a localized low-temperature zone.

Therefore, all creatures that venture into this area will face severe disruptions to their life magnetic field.

Even if it's less than one ten-thousandth of the magnetic field of a real star like the Sun,

That would be enough to make all the extraordinary individuals present vomit blood!

Even those 'false gods' were like figures in a funhouse mirror, their limbs like noodles, their bodies stretched out of thin air, their forms distorted by an invisible magnetic force.

This move is called:
Black Shot Barrier!

(End of this chapter)