I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 550 Long-Range Confrontation
"Dear viewers,"

"I'm your old friend KYG—"

"Whether your country is daytime or nighttime,"

"I wish you all a good morning, a good afternoon, and a good evening!"

Across the Pacific Ocean, a certain "news king" personally took to the field, carrying his equipment as he sped by.

Tracking the Burning Legion toward America is a major news story, and although it is still very dangerous, how could someone who started out as a war correspondent be absent from it?

"Some of you probably already know what happened, but most of you are still unaware, so I'll keep it short: a large number of 'fire creatures' have set off from Sun Island and are heading towards the west coast of America."

"Can you guess what they're going to do: attend a Hollywood party? Or eat donuts?"

After making fun of America, KYG, who was speeding along, suddenly changed his tone:
"This live stream is sponsored by 'GuiGui' and guarantees that people in any corner of the world can learn about the battle situation in real time!"

Hey everyone~~

On the live stream screen, a girl in a sailor uniform appeared, making a peace sign.

"She's the 'God of Internet Search' Gui Gui, love you all~~"

As she spoke, she blew a kiss.

? ?
Such a 'trendy' god shocked and stunned many elderly people around the world.

"By the way, they've already opened accounts on platforms like 'mixi,' 'Facebook,' and 'YouTube,' which are open to everyone. If you want to become a 'believer,' just click to register. Daily worship can also be done online; just send out various offerings—"

???

Oh, is this okay?

This surprised not only the "old Deng" team, but also the "mid Deng" team.

Worshiping cyber gods and burning electronic incense?
Regardless, the collaboration between 'News King' KYG and 'Search God' GuiGui will indeed allow everyone in the world to understand the situation on the battlefield.

It's just a question of how America will respond.

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In fact,
America immediately appealed to major powers for assistance.

The reason is also quite valid: 'For the future of humanity, we urge all forces to fight together.'

This is no nonsense. After all, the 'Duke of the Blazing Sun' had already stated that he would ignite this planet and present it to his 'creator'.

In this situation, it's not just a matter for America alone, but a crisis for all of humanity. —However, although America's major television stations and online platforms are launching a massive propaganda campaign, there's no expectation that other countries will immediately respond and rush to the battlefield.

Just like during World War II, America was far from the war, and took the opportunity to develop rapidly by selling arms and accepting scientists and refugees, instantly transforming from a former underling into a world superpower.

Currently, although other countries are verbally responding to America's call, in reality, let alone superhumans, even ordinary armies are dragging their feet.

In short, you hold the line while we cheer you on.

That's how it is,"

Standing once again on the outskirts of the coastal city of Los Angeles,
As a big star and a financial backer for many members of Congress, the young black rap king, Alexander, shrugged.

"We cannot count on support from other countries in the short term."

"We must rely on our own strength to block the enemy's first wave of attacks."

If these 'veterans', along with the American military, can withstand the first wave of attacks, other countries certainly wouldn't mind making a fortune: the corpses left behind by the fire creatures are all valuable extraordinary materials.

Of course, if we can't even stop the first wave—

"We must stop them!"

Mike, the former FBI agent in the black suit standing next to him, spoke with a firm tone.

"America is right behind us; if we can't hold them off, where else can we retreat to?"

That's not necessarily true.
The others, however, had shifty eyes.
As is well known, America is a nation of immigrants.

A whole bunch of people came from all walks of life, including African Americans, Latinos, Asians, Irish, Italians, Germans, and even Russians.
As described in "My Uncle Jules," a century ago, when faced with a family scoundrel and a spendthrift son who couldn't make a living, the most popular approach in European countries was to give him a ticket to America and then pray that he would never return—unless he made a fortune.

Whatever their reasons for immigrating here, when faced with a life-or-death situation, why would they choose to remain on this land on the verge of destruction?

With superhuman strength, where can't one make a name for themselves?

"Gentlemen, I know that with your abilities, you would all be superior people there."

Agent Mike was aware of this, so he looked around:
"But don't forget, space is watching us!"

? !
These words sent a chill down the spines of many seasoned professionals.
Regardless of who is behind their 'nightmare space,' His power covers all of America, and only America.

What would happen if they left this continent?
That's hard to say.

"Of course, this is our country!"

God bless America!

"Bring those fire creatures here! I just happened to exchange for the 'Iceman' X gene from the mutants!"

A group of extraordinary individuals patted their chests and declared that the reason they were gathered here was because they were all backed by the 'Nightmare Space'; otherwise, how could they have such a high level of organization?
"Has the military begun operations?"

An experienced person inquired,
Modern warfare emphasizes long-range strikes.

Since those 'fire creatures' have openly stepped out of 'Sun Island', if the military doesn't take any action, then is it possible that the more than $9000 billion in annual military spending is being swallowed up by 'Commissioner Smith'?

Okay, it's normal that a large portion of it is gone.

But in any case, it's time for the military to show its strength.

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.

"Ok?"

On the sea,

A path of flames is spreading straight ahead.

The leader, 'Flame Lord' Manolos, suddenly looked up. Despite his obese demon appearance, he was actually meticulous and a true general-type extraordinary being.

Looking up at the sky, beams of light were reflected in the demon's eyes.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The next second, the light pierced through the clouds and fell straight down at a terrifying speed of 15 times the speed of sound, like divine punishment.

Falling from the blue sky in just a few seconds! And there were more than a dozen such beams! They covered the army advancing along the fiery path; as soon as the beams fell, they suddenly expanded, transforming into giant 'fireballs' hundreds of meters in diameter!
Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—

Each fireball releases more than 10^15 calories of energy in an instant!

That is, one million tons of equivalent.

In a flash,

A dozen or so blazing white fireballs, like miniature suns, rose over the Pacific Ocean, showcasing the power of human technology.

The seawater was instantly evaporated, creating craters with diameters of kilometers; the shockwaves whipped up giant waves tens of meters high, roaring outwards in layers; shockwaves exceeding the speed of sound spread outwards, and with the dynamic pressure of the shockwaves, they accelerated all matter to hundreds of meters per second, tearing and penetrating everything!
Not to mention the temperature at the explosion center instantly soared to hundreds of millions of degrees, even if it could only be maintained for milliseconds;
Even a Ghost-level expert wouldn't want to face such a terrifying attack!
In an instant, the entire sea surged with wind and clouds, waves crashing and rolling; enormous mushroom clouds rose straight into the sky, thousands and tens of thousands of meters high—

However:
"Hahahaha~~~!!"

Above the sea, flames suddenly expanded and burst forth, domineeringly erasing the mushroom clouds one by one.

The laughter that rang out from the flames seemed to mock the powerlessness and insignificance of human technology!

"They actually attacked us in this way?"

"Humans, you are so blind, arrogant, and foolish—you are complacent with a mere spark stolen from the Creator?" Before the power of a dozen mega-yield nuclear explosions had even been fully unleashed, a wild female voice rang out: she wasn't worried about not having an audience, because thousands of meters away along this fiery path, someone was broadcasting live.

"This is the Minuteman-IV, a multi-warhead missile, and yet..."

Carrying his live-streaming equipment, someone standing on the sea muttered to himself that at his speed, even the shockwave couldn't outrun him; as long as one could withstand the light radiation and various other radioactive contaminants from the moment of the explosion, a nuclear explosion thousands of meters away was not a fatal attack.

But those guys were at the epicenter of the nuclear explosion!!

"That's only natural, isn't it?"

A clear, girlish voice rang out from the live streaming equipment.

"These 'fire creatures' are all derived from the power of that 'heaven.' The so-called nuclear explosion is nothing more than a repetitive act of more than 900 million times per second on the sun."

Simply put, the most powerful nuclear explosion ever made by humankind would be more normal to the sun than breathing; it would be like cell renewal.

"As you can see, everyone."

The power of the nuclear explosion was pushed aside by the towering flames. Standing in the Pacific Ocean, where the wind was howling and the waves were surging, KYG composed himself and continued his live stream.

"America's latest Minuteman IV MIRV intercontinental ballistic missile has returned empty-handed."

It was more than just a fruitless return.

The dozen or so nuclear warheads fell, but instead of killing any targets, they caused the flames on the sea to spread, spread, and spread again!

Within the flames, countless fire creatures swelled in size and roared excitedly, as if they had taken a powerful tonic.

In fact, this 'shared origin' power is indeed a great tonic for them!
Just like water-style ninjas, they are incredibly powerful in water-related environments.

As an 'elemental being'
They did not die from the nuclear explosion; instead, their strength increased dramatically because they absorbed a large amount of light and heat!
"So, how will America respond next?"

"Please stay tuned!"

Washington,
Arlington County, Virginia.

"really,"

"These damned elemental creatures are immune to nuclear explosions!"

Inside the Pentagon, all the top American military officials, including the president, were present. They watched as the 'Burning Legion,' whose morale had actually increased after the nuclear explosion, gritted their teeth and their faces were extremely grim.

Although the think tank had this suspicion from the beginning, who would be willing to give up without actually trying it?

"Gentlemen, do not be discouraged."

After all, the president was a formidable figure who could react instantly and shout slogans even when bullets grazed his ears, which immediately boosted morale.

"This is just an experiment. We Americans have plenty of ways to do things!"

People would certainly be shocked to see the other side emerge unscathed from a nuclear explosion.
But machines don't, so—

On the screen in the control room, beams of light fell once again.

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Pacific Ocean,
"Again?"

Looking up at the 'light' falling from the sky, Katrina, the leather-clad girl standing atop the 'Flaming Dragon Scorpion', yawned.

Human explosions not only pose no threat to them, but they are even absorbed as a source of power.

"wrong!"

The flames in Manolos's eyes flickered, and suddenly two beams of light shot out.

Shhhhhhhhh

The beam of light precisely intercepted two intercontinental ballistic missiles at an altitude of several thousand meters.

Intercontinental ballistic missiles are first launched into low Earth orbit, and then accelerate towards their target from space, reaching terminal speeds of more than ten times the speed of sound. Under such circumstances, interception is simply impossible! Ordinary interception methods are not even worth mentioning.

However, the light in Manolos's eyes is truly 'light speed'; once locked on, it arrives in an instant!

Boom!!! Boom!!!

Two explosions rang out, and a large amount of white mist suddenly spread out.

Immediately afterwards, a series of cracking sounds came from the sky. When the debris from the explosion fell, it was already huge chunks of ice crystals!
?

"Hmph, it's a refrigerant, and there are traces of ice magic."

The obese Manolos snorted and pointed his double-headed spear.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

Within the Burning Legion, countless fiery red birds soared upwards; their sheer numbers caused the incoming intercontinental ballistic missiles to explode in mid-air.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
As clumps of white refrigerant exploded,
Ice crystals of all sizes rained down, causing the many fire creatures to howl in annoyance.

“Cunning humans,”

The previous nuclear explosions were experiments, probes, and feints.

The real killer move comes from the intercontinental ballistic missiles that carry large amounts of coolant and are packed with frost magic scrolls!
If it were a more careless commander, such as the leather-clad, chained 'Katrina', she would probably already be caught in the frost bombardment and suffer a great loss on the spot.

???

"mean!"

Clearly, the Duchess in the leather-clad chain had also considered this.

"This is war,"

Manolos spoke calmly, a stark contrast to his wild and obese appearance.

There was a reason why Duke Yanyang sent him here.

"Using every means possible—"

As he spoke, the Flame Lord's gaze fell forward. While the legion was delayed by the previous nuclear explosion and now the freezing bombs, a 'line' was rolling in from the sea ahead.

This isn't some line; it's a tsunami hundreds of meters high.

The Veteran Guild, using 'Field Magic' to unleash a legendary spell:
Lunar tides!

"Red ghost,"

"Hahaha, let me show you the power of a warrior!"

As Mannoroth turned and shouted, the lava giant strode forward, clenched his fist, and raised his arm to the side.

As the giant began to gather its strength, the lava covering its body suddenly taut as if alive, and crimson rings coiled around its jet-black arms, like human muscles contracting. Then:

"Hegemony!!!"

The giant, having finished charging, unleashed a powerful punch.
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The high temperature instantly heated the air to plasma, and then it streaked straight across the Pacific Ocean at one-tenth the speed of light: piercing through the boundless sea and the surging tsunami, forming a straight, giant 'hole'!
Nothing can stop the void!
The power of this punch was so terrifying that even the 'Red Demon' who unleashed the move was visibly panting and pausing.

"All troops, listen to my command! Charge forward!"

With a raised double-headed spear, Manolos charged into the hole first.

"learned!"

Katrina, wearing a leather jacket and military cap, grinned.
No wonder her father wanted her to see the world; it's really interesting.

(End of this chapter)