I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 534 D-Class Personnel

"You say this land should belong to you?"

"No, no," X2
Faced with the questioning from Akatsuki member 'Azure Dragon', Kawai Mai, who was standing at attention, and the veteran codenamed 'Magician' both shook their heads so hard that afterimages appeared.

“We never said that! Absolutely not!”

The leaders of both sides remained completely calm and composed, almost ready to place their hands on the Bible and solemnly swear an oath.

The island nation and America are both extremely envious of the 'elemental creatures' here and want to monopolize this 'opportunity' or 'gift': but if the 'Akatsuki' claims sovereignty over this land, who dares to object? Who can object?

Don't forget, it was the leader of Akatsuki, Rokudo, who surrounded the battlefield with "Nightfall"; this prevented the destruction and devastation of the countries around the Pacific.

Even if the two governments turn their backs on this 'life-saving grace,' does that 'Six Paths' lord really only know how to defend?

Putting everything else aside, at least the member codenamed 'Azure Dragon' in front of us doesn't seem like someone who has any compassion for all living beings.

The thick smoke billowing from the aerial fortress that crashed onto the black and red 'beach' is proof enough!
"Alright, do you guys think I don't use the internet?"

Qiong Mei waved her hand, too lazy to waste words with these people in front of her.

"This place isn't as simple as you think. Don't let me see you again. Now, you can get out!"

For some reason, Qiong Mei felt extremely unhappy: after thinking about it, she finally concluded that it was because she had been humiliated by that 'Flame Lord'.

"What she means is,"

“There are extraordinary beings here that you cannot deal with.”

Xiaoying, being a good-natured shrine maiden, took the initiative to explain the reason.

"We just encountered a 'Flame Lord,' which, given the environment, can be considered a powerful ghost-level enemy."

? !
A powerful demon!

The superhumans in the island nation and America were all taken aback.

This level is an absolutely invincible force for them; if they were to rashly confront it, who knows how many would be killed or injured.

After all, the fact that these two members of the Akatsuki have retreated here is proof of that.

"Thank you,"

"We understand."

Since there are powerful ghost-level supernatural beings in this place, the so-called 'development' needs to be carried out with caution.

Furthermore, due to the intervention of these two Akatsuki members, 'Azure Dragon' and 'Black Tortoise', the battle between the two sides was forcibly interrupted. Therefore:
"Your Excellency Qing, is there anything we can do for you?"

The 'magician' holding the staff placed one hand on his chest, bowed respectfully, and asked, showing no resentment whatsoever for the other party shooting down his 'sky fortress'.

The opponent is a B-level transcendent, or in their terms, a 'legendary' rank; moreover, these two are from the same 'Six Paths' rank, which is not much different from a 'weak god'. Even these two find it troublesome, so if these 'master-level' (C+) veterans were to encounter them, they would surely suffer heavy casualties.

In this situation, it would be wise to try to work with these two.

After all, relying on the power of the plot characters in the 'Nightmare Space' is already a basic skill for them veterans.

"unnecessary,"

However, while they wanted to curry favor with her, Qiong Mei had no interest in mentoring them.

"This area is my place of cultivation. Should I repeat myself?"

"terribly sorry--"

Seeing the impatient look in the eyes of this "Lord Qing", the code name "Magician" immediately bowed and apologized, maintaining this posture as he took small, light steps back without making a sound, clearly showing that he had practiced assassination skills diligently.

"I'll take my men and leave right away."

Since such powerful supernatural beings exist on this 'Sun Island,' the plan must be changed, and even:
The magician glanced to the side and met the gaze of Fuji Seiko, Kawawa Mai's 'external brain'.

Their eyes met briefly before looking away, both having already seen the same thought in each other's eyes—since there's a stronger enemy, why not join forces to develop something together?

what?
The battle just now.
It was just a matter of 'flexing their muscles', a trivial matter that can be laughed off and is not worth mentioning.

"Xiao Qiong, what should we do next?"

After the veterans from the island nation's Metropolitan Police Department and the American police were swiftly dismissed, Xiaoying, standing on the shore, finally spoke up to ask a question.

"Practice the nature transformation of 'wind attribute spiritual power'."

"Take out a scroll," Qiong Mei replied.

"This is a scroll my brother gave me before we set off: it seems he had already foreseen that we would encounter difficulties."

Explosion Release is lightning + earth, while Blazing Release is lightning + earth + wind. Essentially, it's formed by binding and fusing Explosion Release with Magnet Release. Therefore, to master this power, one must master the nature transformation of wind-style chakra.

"At the same time, based on the elemental counters, using wind-attribute techniques in battle will not result in being countered."

However, the best is still the ice attribute formed by the fusion of water and wind, which is why Xiaoying suggested exchanging for Yura.

"let me see,"

While studying the scroll, Qiong Mei opened her hand, and a rotating vortex gradually appeared in her palm.

As her closest relative, Yu naturally granted Qiong the talent to master all seven attributes; however, how well she can develop that talent depends on her own efforts.

"Well, I'll practice some 'divine magic' then."

Xiao Ying clapped her hands, and saplings sprouted from the surrounding dark red earth, taking root and growing!
This battlefield, which had restrained them, was perfect for practice.

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Besides the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department of the island nation
In addition to the American 'Veterans Guild',

In fact, another force has arrived at 'R'lyeh' in the South Pacific.

A 250-meter-long amphibious assault ship was anchored on the outskirts of the chaotic sea. The ship was largely controlled by artificial intelligence, and the crew had been reduced to a few dozen people, most of whom were various types of staff.

In contrast, there were thousands of 'passengers'.

“Prisoner, please come up to the platform.”

A young white man in an orange prison uniform stepped forward.

The young man looked to be in his thirties, with striking features and a head of black curly hair. Even in shackles, he exuded the elegance and scholarly air of an Italian. He was impeccably clean, and even his prison uniform looked like a bespoke haute couture piece. At first glance, he resembled a young nobleman from a prestigious university.

In fact, he was indeed the son of a three-generation wealthy family, and he also graduated from the University of Pennsylvania.

“Prisoner: P01135809,”

"Crimes: Murder, treason."

As the young man walked onto the platform, a series of high-tech devices were carried by robotic arms and fitted onto him.

"Congratulations, you're out of prison today."

As these pieces of equipment were welded directly onto the young man's body with a welding torch...
Together they form a rudimentary 'exoskeleton powered armor' that looks somewhat like a technological warrior.

Don't get me wrong, these devices aren't for protecting him, but for recording everything about the wearer: heartbeat, brainwaves, blood status, and all sorts of data that a 'human' should have.

"But you will soon find that 'freedom' comes at a price."

A cold, electronic voice continued to ring out from the side, while the robotic arms retracted one after another, and the door in front slowly opened:

"Go, and accept the test of the Father."

"They may return in glory, clearing their names; or they may fall here and rest forever at the bottom of the sea."

"gentlemen,"

The young man, covered in various mechanical instruments, moved his hands and feet and finally spoke.

"First of all, I have never believed that I am guilty."

“I just killed a parasite that deserved it, an American parasite.” With that, the young man took a step forward and strode toward the door amidst the clanging of machinery.

"Secondly, I do not believe in the Father in the sea."

"If you truly consider this an honor, then why use me to pave the way?"

"Hey! What's that? An exoskeleton armor?!"

"Stop kidding, you big oaf!"

"These pieces of equipment are welded in place, if you don't want to—"

zizizi~~
"what!"

A chaotic conversation and screams came from ahead.

As the refined young man walked out of the passage and onto the deck, what he saw was:

A group of people like him, dressed in crude power armor; judging from the orange prison uniforms beneath the armor, they all shared the same identity.

A former prisoner, now—

"Quiet, gentlemen."

The electronic noise on the deck suddenly escalated to a terrifying decibel, causing everyone to instinctively raise their hands to try to cover their ears. However, the mechanical prosthetics on their hands were simply not capable of such flexible movements.

Regardless, at least most people have quieted down.

Except for that unlucky guy on the ground who tried to take off his power armor and ended up convulsing from being electrocuted.

"Please do not attempt to damage your 'Explorer IV' power armor; these are America's treasures."

"Shit!"

"Eat my XXX!"

"Get out of the control room, or I'll make you pay!"

However, those present were all serious prisoners, and they were far from 'obediently listening to the lecture,' and various insults immediately rang out.

"Ah~~!"

"what!!"

After a few screams, several more figures convulsed on the ground.

"Enough, you D-level personnel!"

Clearly, the person behind the electronic voice was also getting impatient.

"I'm so happy to see how energetic you all are, and I hope you can maintain this spirit in the future."

“Listen carefully, you are going to the holy city of R'lyeh. All you have to do is go deep into the city—for every ten kilometers you go, your sentence will be reduced by one year. It’s very simple, isn’t it? Go, freedom is calling you!”

"Shet!"

"Fuck Squid"

“I swear, I took money from your mother—”

This time, almost all the prisoners started cursing! The Extraordinary Rebirth has been going on for a while now, and even these prisoners know that the two parties in America are backed by 'the Lord in Heaven' and 'the Father in the Sea', respectively.

Whether that 'God in heaven' is Yahweh or not is still undetermined.

But everyone knows who the 'father in the sea' is.

They just didn't dare to say it out loud.

"Aren't you members of the 'Holy Church'? You don't even dare to set foot in your own 'Holy City'?"

"A bunch of trash, blasphemers! If I were Cthulhu!!"

Amidst the chaos and the acrid smell of burning electricity, the cold electronic voice rang out once more.

"Now, let's go."

"Or die!"

"son of a bitch,"

"Don't let me go back alive, or else—"

"I'm going to twist those guys' heads off and shove them up their asses!"

Small transport boats were launched from the sides of the amphibious assault ship, carrying prisoners in crude powered armor who grumbled and cursed, but to no avail.

If you don't want to get an electric shock, you have no choice but to obediently board the ship and move forward.

But when they looked up at the sea in front of them, the prisoners all had extremely grim expressions.

Not far ahead of them, the sea was distorted.

The seawater seemed to have lost its gravity, some flowing into the sky, some bending to the left and right, and some even twisting and deforming in the air, like eerie jelly-like 'lakes'.

Even the sunlight was distorted, with rays of red, orange, yellow, and green scattering everywhere, carrying an aura of misfortune, corruption, decadence, and distortion.

Not to mention the eerie city situated between the sea and the sky: its unprecedented spatial structure and dimensional dimensions evoke a strong sense of aversion, and merely seeing it can induce inexplicable anxiety.

"No, just seeing that city makes me feel nauseous and want to vomit!"

"What do those bastards take us for?"

Just as the prisoners were roaring and venting their anger, a calm voice rang out.

"Level D personnel".

"It refers to the area under the rule of the 'Holy Church' and the naming of certain individuals."

"This is a expendable personnel responsible for direct contact with and operation of extremely dangerous and unusual situations. They are usually prisoners with violent criminal backgrounds in prisons, especially those sentenced to death."

Simply put, they are cannon fodder!

Cannon fodder in the extraordinary era.

The other prisoners looked in the direction of the sound and their gazes fell on the refined young man.

"You are... wait, your face—"

"Luigi Nicolas Mangi".

The young man raised his hand and placed it in front of his chest, introducing himself politely.

You can call me Mangi.

"Wow~~"

"Batman?"

"A modern-day Robin Hood—"

The other prisoners cried out in surprise; clearly, the young man's name was very familiar to them.

"No,"