I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 525 Playing with you
"It's not good,"

"If this continues, what will become of our planet?"

Even excluding the live broadcast by a certain 'news king' KYG, high-ranking officials around the world witnessed the horrifying battle through satellite images; leaders of various countries couldn't help but worry that if the fighting continued like this, would it destroy the planet?

When that time comes, all power will be like dust, and we will all drift together in space as cosmic dust.

"Do not panic, Your Excellency Prime Minister."

In Buckingham Palace in England, a weather expert calmly raised his hand and pressed down in front of his computer.

"While such battles would indeed permanently alter the topography, climate, and coastlines of the Pacific Ocean, however..."

We are still some distance away from shattering the planet.

After all, judging from the news coming from the island nation, neither those 'false gods' with strength at B- or A- level, nor that goddess whose name cannot be mentioned but who is rated as S-level by various countries, are the real ones.

Since it's just a 'clone' or 'simulacra', let's be optimistic and estimate that the Pacific Ocean should be just about enough as a battlefield.

Moreover--

“Island nations, the Philippines, Australia, and America are the real ‘front lines’.”

The experts' meaning is clear: if anyone's going to die, it'll be them!

Last time, England was fiercely attacked by the Irrawaddy River, while many countries stood by and watched; this time, it's their turn to watch the show.

"The American Empire has a 'Father of the Sea' and a 'Lord of Heaven,' with a large number of 'followers' and 'veterans' under its command. Judging from the news that has come, it has already blocked the aftershocks of the battle."

With the presence of the 'Sea Kingdom', the aftershocks subsided quickly in that area: although the Ōtakemaru siblings couldn't defeat the 'Nine-Tails', they were still true Dragon-level powerhouses, and with the Three Divine Swords in hand, they didn't take the mere aftershocks seriously.

The same principle applies to the island nation, where extraordinary experts have been mobilized to intercept the aftermath of battles along the way, ensuring the safety of the homeland.

There's also Utau, located in the Pacific Ocean?

To hell with him!

Because of the human experiments conducted by Australia, half of England's core area was destroyed, and the people of England hate Australia to the core.

what?
Was that experiment conducted by the Commonwealth, led by England?
What a joke! It was all done by those dead politicians and former prime ministers, what does it have to do with them?
"In conclusion, based on the current situation, our planet is currently considered 'safe'."

The expert's words made the newly appointed prime minister silently look up at the screen.

This seems to have absolutely nothing to do with 'safety', doesn't it?

However, the fact that the battle was taking place on the other side of the planet was indeed 'good news' for England.

"Your Highness, what do you think?"

The Prime Minister turned around and respectfully asked the person behind him for instructions.

In present-day England, there is only one person who is called a 'princess'.

The wielder of the holy sword 'Durandal', a recognized saint of the Puritans, Grand Master of the Royal National Knights, Guardian of England and Ireland, Prince of Wales, Duke of Cambridge, Duke of Cornwall, and first in line to the English throne.
Of course, there's no room for so many people behind the Prime Minister; all these titles point to the same person:
Charlotte Elizabeth Diana.

"I want to go to the battlefield,"

The princess, with the holy sword at her waist, looked at the screen blazing with sunlight and placed her hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Protect our home, protect this planet."

That perfectly matches the answer from a 'saint,' but:
"Your Highness, please forgive my rudeness."

The Prime Minister bowed his head, displaying extreme humility. This is not the case now; who would dare utter a single harsh word in front of this princess?
"This is, after all, a battle between heretical gods. If we rashly get involved, I'm afraid..."

inappropriate.

"Moreover, by the time you get there, the battle may already be over."

The newly appointed Prime Minister of England spoke earnestly and did not intend to shirk responsibility. However, the "end" he referred to was not the defeat of the goddess whose name could not be mentioned, but the elimination of the numerous B-level and A-level beings who besieged her!

At least in the prime minister's view, those extraordinary beings and false gods are no match for that 'Heaven'.

Holding the scorching sun in hand,

This is way too much!
Although it cannot compare to the actual sun in terms of quantity, it is essentially no different.

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,

"Yu-kun, do you think General Lu and his team have a chance of winning?"

In the office of the Spellcasting Academy, Director Takeya peeked into the mirror in front of Sora to observe the battlefield while chatting idly.

Now, besides chatting, there's nothing else he can do as director: to go to the front lines, one needs to be at least a Ghost-level; even to hold off the aftermath, one needs to be at least a Strong Tiger. As a clerk who only reaches Tiger level thanks to his extraordinary sword, he shouldn't bother joining the fray.

Besides, the one who truly determines the course of the battle is actually the person in front of us.

"Almost impossible,"

Yu rarely spoke such a truth.

The battle situation in the mirror changed. After the 'dark' black stone barrier controlled everyone, the goddess 'Ten' did not stop there.

A sudden flash appeared on the blazing sun in His hand, and a massive jet of plasma erupted, instantly destroying the magnetic field binding the 'sunspot' and forming a crimson streak tens of thousands of meters long! It was like a giant fiery dragon raising its head high, or like a giant crimson arch bridge collapsing and sinking. Its crimson, twisted body, composed of a massive amount of scorching plasma, caused flames to rise and take on countless shapes wherever it went, some like fiery fountains, some like vines entwining, and some like festive fireworks.
The view reflected in the mirror was indeed wondrous and magnificent.

However, for the people present and the false god, it was a terrifying attack that made their scalps tingle and their bodies go cold!
Large swaths of eerie and dazzling crimson plasma sprayed out, covering an area of ​​hundreds of kilometers! This 'Radiant Escape' was difficult to control for precise strikes, but under such a wide-ranging attack, ordinary Demon-level and Weak Dragon-level monsters were already struggling to dodge, let alone retaliate.

"Yes, that's a coronal mass ejection."

In Yu's calm commentary, Kafka and others are depicted as running around in chaos and fleeing in disarray.

Once splashed with this plasma at millions of degrees, even an energy 'pseudo-god' would be instantly melted and pierced, turning to ashes amidst screams of agony!

The only advantage that Kafka and his companions had was the mobility afforded by their small size, which allowed them to hide under the towering 'false gods'.

But it was just a matter of barely surviving and in a sorry state.

this.
Director Zhuya, who also witnessed all of this, remained expressionless.

Looking at the island nation's experts struggling in the crimson light, as well as the divine avatars, I felt a wave of powerlessness.

Tiger level is the limit for most superhumans; including him, the director of the Metropolitan Police Department, who has no shortage of superhuman materials, he still stops at this level.

Demon level is the realm reached by the most talented: any Demon level powerhouse is outstanding in terms of talent, luck, mind, and skills; except for a couple of unlucky guys who were used by the Nine-Tails' forces, a certain young lady, and a fake like the Susanoo bloodline who was forcibly elevated.

As for Dragon-level?

Each one is a renowned figure in mythology and legend.

In the central Pacific theater, there were quite a few Demon-class battleships, and even several 'fake' Dragon-class battleships.

Yet even such a powerful group of people were forced to dodge and evade in front of that 'Heaven', unable to get close: this was merely a controlled 'avatar'!

Faced with such an existence,

Is it really necessary for humans to struggle?

In an instant, Director Takeya's plan flashed through her mind—

Let the Yamata no Orochi replace the gods and protect this planet, this world! At least, that great demon wouldn't do that.
"Ok?"

A soft hum brought Director Zhuya back to her senses.

In an instant, cold sweat soaked his vest and streamed down his temples!

This is Yu-kun's territory, what is he thinking? What will Yu-kun think of him?!

"I'm sorry, Director, my office doesn't have air conditioning."

"Hehe. No. It's alright."

Director Zhu Ya, who was sweating profusely, forced a dry laugh.

"You don't need to worry,"

Knowing full well what had happened to him, Yu offered "kind" advice.

"Those 'godly avatars' from that demiplane are a bunch of unambitious fools; the power they've gathered is hardly anything to boast about."

"Once that person has used up most of their energy, it will probably be over."

You just said 'play', right?
Director Zhuya was speechless, but he roughly understood what the person in front of him meant.

Once the lord of Takamagahara has had his fill of fun, the battle will naturally come to an end; and until then, what everyone on the battlefield needs to do is:
Do everything you can to survive!

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.

The White House, America.

"God, have you completely abandoned your people?"

The blond-haired president, who was also watching the battle, couldn't help but mutter to himself as he looked at the images sent back by the desperate KYG.

Even this president, who had been betrayed and had a brush with death, felt powerless as he faced the battle on the screen.

That's the helplessness of an ant facing a giant, or a mosquito facing a storm!

Are humans truly powerless to resist the gods?
"Commander-in-Chief, this is no longer our peaceful home."

A middle-aged white man with black hair next to him spoke up.

"The universe is so vast, we don't need to stay here forever. There will always be a place for us humans to live on Mars, or even outside the solar system!"

This middle-aged white man had an honest face and possessed the shrewdness of a businessman, the wisdom of a scientist, and the decisiveness of a professional politician. He was none other than America, and the richest man on the planet!

“Dear horse, I know, I know.”

The president took one last look at the battle on the screen, or rather, the one-sided annihilation, and finally made up his mind.

"I will fully support you,"

"If God is unwilling to lend a helping hand, then we will build Eden ourselves!"

The Mars colonization program is launched.

(End of this chapter)