I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 551 Betrayal? No, it's Loyalty
"this--?"

On the beach in Los Angeles, a group of seasoned individuals looked up at the sky, gazing at the straight 'hole' piercing through the clouds above, and fell silent.

Is this really a B-grade item?

What a joke!
An attack launched from hundreds of kilometers away hit them directly. Only an A-level attack could have this level of strength, right?

"Cough, it is indeed Grade B."

The middle-aged man, codenamed 'The Magician', began to explain.
"These fire creatures, after all, were born from the power of that 'Sun God,' and are naturally much stronger than normal extraordinary beings."

In a simple comparison, others are born with talents such as 'immunity to fire', 'light and heat absorption', and 'legendary spellcasting', which is naturally vastly different from a human with no special abilities.

"This giant lord's ability clearly requires charging up; after activation, there is also a period of weakness."

Thanks to a certain "news king" who followed and filmed them all the way, everyone understood the source of the attack from above.

Fortunately, the planet beneath their feet was round, so the force of the punch went into space.

"Having said all that, who can stop us?"

The rapper Alexander spread his hands, and everyone in his line of sight fell silent.

"Good, nobody's here."

Their combined strength, relying on satellite positioning to launch a 'tsunami' attack, was blasted through by a single punch from the opponent—there's no need to question whether the attack was reasonable or not; just the fact that the opponent's fist was aimed at them was enough to overwhelm anyone.
Can't do it.

"this."

The magician thought for a moment,

"Everyone, prepare some 'resurrection' methods. If you get hit, consider it bad luck."

???

What kind of bullshit suggestion is this?
The other senior members looked like they wanted to say something but hesitated.
That damned 'magician'!
As he escaped from 'Sun Island', everyone learned that he had secretly prepared the legendary spell 'Still Cloning', which allowed him to be resurrected from guild headquarters after death.

No, strictly speaking, it didn't die, but rather its soul was transferred to a prepared clone the instant its body was destroyed.

But other people don't have that ability!
If that giant were to hit you with a single punch, you wouldn't even need a grave; you'd be reduced to ashes on the spot.

"No, we can't stop them!"

The rapper Alexander turned his head and looked at the former FBI agent.

"Mike, contact the president immediately and ask him to find a way to get other countries to send a few B-level experts to help."

These words left Mike, dressed in a black suit, speechless.
Do you really think B-rank beings are as common as cabbages? In the Nightmare Space, this rank would be a true 'legendary powerhouse,' just one step away from igniting the divine fire and ascending the divine throne; although this step is extremely difficult, it doesn't mean that becoming a legend is easy.

Of all the seasoned veterans in Nightmare Space, not a single one is a true B-rank.

They can hold their own against B-rank fighters with their various skills and items; but they are never true 'legends', as their endurance and strength are far inferior.

"I'll pass it on."

Mike nodded. In fact, there was no need for him to relay the message; with so many communication devices on site, the message had already been transmitted back to the Pentagon.

but--

Given America's style, which country would be willing to save it from its predicament?

Even the eldest princess of England was stopped by the Prime Minister and the King, who pleaded with her to 'wait and see' first.

They only have one extraordinary national treasure in England. If there are any losses because of helping America, the whole country would be ready to commit suicide. Besides, America also came eagerly to try to seize the Holy Sword. Now they are being sent to save it.
dream!

It would be better if they were wiped out.

England has always harbored resentment towards America, this "unfilial son": the decline of the British Empire began with America's independence.

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,

"America is in trouble,"

After returning, Qiong Mei, who had been holed up in the principal's office, also began to pay attention to this battle.

Having fought so many times with that 'Manolos', she knew that this 'Flame Lord' was not only powerful but also meticulous, and was definitely not the fat, sluggish man he appeared to be.

With that trace of 'Amaterasu bloodline' in them, defeating someone of the same level is no problem at all; America doesn't even have a true Demon-level, so what can they use to resist?
"Actually, America is quite strong,"

With a flick of her wrist, the scene shifted from Los Angeles to New York.

Because of the time difference, it's still late at night here: the world's number one city is bustling with traffic and lights, where millions of people are pursuing their dreams, venting their desires, and squandering their lives!
This is the headquarters of the 'Holy Cult'. With that 'Holy Maiden' in charge, there won't be any extraordinary disasters, let alone any troublesome extraordinary beings.

but--

"These guys aren't even moving?"

You frowned slightly. Although the American civil war was ongoing, now that a powerful enemy had come to their doorstep, the superhumans belonging to the 'Holy Church' had not shown any signs of being mobilized.
"It's normal,"

Qiong Mei didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
“This ‘Holy Church’ definitely wants to wait until the Grand President’s faction suffers heavy losses before taking over the entire America.”

As for whether these 'fire creatures' can be dealt with afterward?
Heh~~
Behind them may be the 'Father of the Sea'.

In the middle of the Pacific Ocean, their 'father' only slightly awakened before defeating the 'sun god'.

It's just a supernatural being formed from residual power, so what kind of storm can it stir up?
"A bunch of idiots."

Yu directly delivered the verdict.

"They want to rely on 'God' for everything? What do they take 'God' for?"

If these guys work hard to improve themselves, Yu wouldn't mind 'showing his divine intervention' in a crisis to prevent things from getting out of control.

But since these guys only want to enjoy themselves, then—

Don't blame him for interfering.

Humph,
Do you really think my power is so easy to take?

As soon as You had a thought, a thought immediately fell into this bustling, world's largest metropolis.

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.

"Lord Edgar, I believe the Holy Church must send troops!"

Inside the Holy Church's 'Deep Sea Cathedral,' a man with the rank of Major General on his shoulder is giving a passionate speech.

"The Creatures of Fire are about to land in Los Angeles. If we remain inactive, what will other countries think of us? What will our people think of us?"

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and uttered his third sentence:

"How does our Father view us?"

Don't forget, their 'father' had just fought a great battle with that 'sun god' not long ago.

Now let their creations set foot on this land.
"shut up!"

Before old Edgar could speak, an elderly man dressed in a magnificent 'bishop' robe raised his hand and rebuked him.

"You're just a priest, what right do you have to question the archbishop's decision?!"

Besides the revered "Holy Maiden," the highest figures in this "Holy Church" are "Archbishop" Old Edgar, "Grand Inquisitor" General Anderson, and "Grand Patriarch" Dr. Ramley.

However, Patriarch Dr. Ramley spent most of his time engrossed in experiments, researching how to safely and efficiently achieve "promotion," and rarely appeared in public. Therefore, most of the time, the operation of the church was handled by Archbishop Edgar Sr.

General Anderson, the 'Grand Judge,' was in charge of the military.

In this way, Old Edgar, who held an absolute advantage in both 'bishops' and 'believers' under his command, controlled the operation of the 'Holy Church'.

brush,

Raising his hand to stop his subordinate 'bishop's' angry rebuke, old Edgar slowly spoke.

Where is Anderson?

"Let him tell me himself; there's no need for his subordinates to run errands."

"No, Your Excellency Edgar."

The major general's explanation was earnest and sincere.

"Admiral Anderson is not in good condition, so—"

"so,"

Old Edgar raised his hand

"You came to see me without my permission, huh?!"

With a cold snort, he made no move, and the major general in front of him immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

This is suppression based on 'rank'!

There is a tentacle of the 'Saintess' inside old Lloyd's body.

As the Saintess's power gradually 'returned,' his power also increased accordingly. Without any training, he soared all the way to the Tiger level. He could even step into the Ghost level once the Saintess had finished absorbing her father's power.

Of course, his Ghost-level power is essentially just an extension of the 'Saintess's' power.

"I'll let it slide this time, for Anderson's sake."

"Next time, have your master come and see you; now, get out—"

With a wave of old Lloyd's hand, an irresistible will descended: the young major general, trembling, slowly squatted down, and then:

Start rolling!
Their power all comes from the little octopus.

These adulterated, low-quality natural energies were filled with the scent of a small octopus; it couldn't even put up a fight against her, not even with a single tentacle.

"Hahahaha~~~"

The major general only regained control of his body after rolling all the way out of the church.

He stood up in humiliation, the mocking laughter behind him making the major general's face turn pale and then red.

In its early stages, the Holy Church recruited a large number of powerful figures and celebrities to expand its influence. These individuals were adept at indulging in pleasure and debauchery, but asking them to fight on the battlefield would be asking too much of them. However, precisely because these individuals joined the church early, coupled with their previous power and resources, they quickly formed a formidable force within the Holy Church.

Especially now, the saintess has fallen into a 'slumber'.

With 'Old Edgar' at its core, they claim to be the orthodox 'Holy Church';
Dr. Ramley, the "Grand Patriarch," is engrossed in his experiments, while Admiral Anderson, the "Grand Inquisitor," is clearly disheartened and no longer wants to get involved.

In this way, it becomes easy to understand why one would choose to remain a bystander.

"How can the 'Holy Church' possibly thrive while surrounded by these vermin?!"

He left with a bitter remark, but the major general could only leave helplessly.

Without power, everything you say is meaningless.

? !
Suddenly, a powerful consciousness descended upon him, causing the major general's steps to halt in mid-air, leaving him like a statue, unable to move even a finger.

"Cowardly, lazy, and useless!!!"

The voice, like thunder, echoed repeatedly in the major general's mind.
His soul was like a leaf in a stormy sea, always on the verge of being swallowed by the deep ocean!

父，
Angry.

Why the anger?
Of course, it's because of the war on the West Coast.

The creation of 'Heaven' is about to descend, yet the Holy Church remains unmoved?

Cowards, everyone is one!

No, I am not.
"Change!"

The resounding voice was undeniable, like the surging of the ocean, seemingly intent on crushing the Major General's soul into dust; however—

"Major General?"

"Your Excellency, Major General!"

The repeated calls in his ears brought the major general, who thought he was 'dead,' back to his senses.

Surrounding him were several officers he had brought with him, all of whom were major general's confidants: he had promoted them and fought alongside them, and their loyalty was beyond question.

"I'm fine, I'm fine,"

"Sir, your face—"

A school officer supporting him asked with concern, and the major general wiped his face.

It's all blood!

To the officers around them, their superior had just come out of the church when his face suddenly changed drastically and blood flowed from his seven orifices: it was as if he had been hit by some hidden supernatural attack.

Those damned 'old money' have no honor whatsoever!

"Let me take a moment."

However, this was not an attack;

A new piece of information appeared in the major general's confused mind.
That was an order personally issued by the supreme 'Father,' and... a trace of life!
With the aura of the 'Father' present, the so-called 'rank suppression' naturally disappears; of course, if the 'Father' is not satisfied, this aura will make even death a luxury for him.

"it is good!"

After understanding the information in his mind, the major general was not surprised but rather pleased.

"We'll go back and immediately summon the First and Ninth Divisions to New York—"

With flames of ambition and power flickering in his eyes, and following the orders of his 'father,' the defeated major general requested to prepare:

A mutiny has been launched!

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.

"Let's leave New York aside for now; the Burning Legion is about to land."

After casually handing over the order to a general over there, Yu's attention returned to Los Angeles on the west coast of America: the straight trail of flames on the sea had already spread to the outer sea of ​​this film city.

"Qiong, let's guess how long they can hold out~~"

"Okay, I'll bet an hour."

The girl sitting in front of Yu spoke without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)