I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 554 Reinforcements? Chaos!
America

Woodbury, New York.

Here stands a typical American "working-class" house, a detached house but not far from the houses on either side; the small courtyard is full of blooming flowers, clearly well-maintained; the house, seemingly an ordinary all-wood structure, has been restored and maintained by experts, just as it was when it was first built.

It may seem unremarkable, but it is the residence of the highest-ranking general in America today.

In the living room, General Anderson, a five-star general, was silently smoking his pipe, while his son, Anderson Jr., stood behind him, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Before them stood a row of soldiers with their hands behind their backs and serious expressions!

These soldiers belong to:
First Airborne Division!
Tap tap tap,

A series of hurried footsteps approached from afar, breaking the heavy, steely atmosphere in the room.

"Major General?!"

"The Major General has arrived—"

Several short, sharp sounds rang out, eventually merging into a unified sound:
"salute!"

As the door was pushed open by two soldiers, a figure suddenly stepped into the room, causing General Anderson's nose to twitch slightly.

The smell of blood, and another familiar scent.

The aura of a saintess!
Of course, no one in all of America could harm the 'Saintess,' so the source of this aura could only be:
"Your Excellency General,"

As the soldiers with their hands behind their backs made way,

The major general, his uniform stained with blood, approached Anderson, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Major General, what you're holding is—"

When asked by General Anderson, the major general spread out his other hand.

Among the five fingers, a tiny tentacle was lazily wriggling.

"The archbishop's 'credential'".

The major general's answer was completely frank.
This is what he pulled from old Edgar's chest, so:

"Old Edgar, sigh..."

Admiral Anderson sighed. Although he and the 'merchant' didn't get along, the three of them had, after all, built the 'Holy Church' from nothing to its current state. The sudden appearance of this tentacle meant that old Edgar was dead.
No, it's a return to the embrace of the 'Father'.

"I am also very sorry that this happened."

The light shone on the major general's face, outlining a cold, hard curve.

"America is in crisis, and the Father's men should be brave, not cowards."

As he spoke, the major general stepped forward and suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"Admiral Anderson,"

"I beg you to take me to see the Holy Maiden!"

“I will take over the position of ‘Archbishop’ and repel those invading fire creatures. Please grant me your request.”

"Please grant my request, General!!"

"Please grant my request, General!!"

"Please grant my request, General!!"

Faced with the soldiers' unanimous shouts, Anderson Jr. took a step back, his face pale.

Armed coercion!

Admiral Anderson slowly stood up.

"This honor is not so easy to bear."

His gaze fell on the tentacles in the major general's hand, which were just lazily wriggling, completely oblivious to any changes in the outside world.

"I've made up my mind!"

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,

Office of the Principal of the High School of Spellcasting
"These guys can't even last half an hour?"

Qiong Mei raised her delicate eyebrows. In the mirror in front of her was a scene of the American 'veterans' retreating: a furious woman in a leather jacket was chasing after them, wielding a meteor hammer.

“You’ve got one thing wrong,”

In response, Yu pointed out Sora's mistake.

"If these 'veterans' fight to the death, they can indeed hold out for an hour."

But doing so is pointless, not to mention whether they can kill the three leading 'Flame Lords' within an hour; in any case, their casualties will be terrifying.

A veteran in Nightmare Space can unleash a burst of power, but sustain is a major problem: once their three signature moves are used up, they'll be rendered useless.

"Therefore, choosing to retreat while there is still room for maneuver is the right thing to do,"

Yu's Review
"Trading space for time,"

"It is a rational decision to exchange ordinary troops and urban supplies for the superhumans to catch their breath."

As the 'veterans' retreated, Los Angeles fell into the hands of the 'Burning Legion,' and hordes of fire creatures began to land in the city: America's second-largest city, which had survived the recent extraordinary fire and the aftermath of the battle between 'Heaven' and 'Father,' was finally facing destruction.

In the sky, drones fell like rain.

On the ground, there were armored troops fighting and retreating.

These are the American army, tasked with eliminating the weak fire creatures and, more importantly, buying time!
"Ignite everything!"

"Let the earth turn into a sea of ​​fire!"

"Sing hymns of praise to our Creator!"

Manolos, who was wielding a double-headed spear and commanding a multitude of fire creatures to ignite the entire city, turned around and saw that the Duke's daughter, Katrina, had already gone off alone to hunt down the veterans. He couldn't help but shake his head.

"idiot."

These humans, though defeated, did not panic; their retreat was clearly premeditated.

In this situation, pursuing alone deep into enemy territory, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he would likely swallow the double-headed spear on the spot.

boom!
Before he could even eat the spear, Katrina, who was chasing the veterans alone in the distance, was enveloped by the white mist that suddenly erupted from the two buildings.

Human technology can also create low temperatures, but using it to kill our own kind is too inefficient: compared to explosions, absorbing heat to create ice can only be used in cold chain transportation; but it is not impossible if needed.

The two buildings were filled with refrigerant, which was then used to lure the enemy to this location before suddenly exploding!

The white mist instantly engulfed the girl in the leather jacket and military cap, and it wasn't over yet:
"Grant me glory like Valhalla."

May I be invincible on my journey.
"Writing a legend in the midst of destiny"

One by one, 'runes' appeared around the white, low-temperature mist; these were magic circles that had been prepared long ago.

"May I, like you, ride the eight-legged celestial horse Sleipnir."
Transcending life and death, we will achieve eternal victory!

As the prayer ended, the bearded, burly man in golden armor and a winged helmet, 'Flostar,' pointed a finger.

"Dragon's Breath!"

As he cast his spell, a huge, illusory head materialized out of thin air.

This head resembles a crocodile, but with two curved horns on its top; a pair of huge eyes exude an aura of looking down on all living things; snow-white scales emit a diamond-like brilliance and are also solid; and two rows of razor-sharp teeth are in the open mouth.

Without a doubt, this is a frost dragon.

The dragon, which had only revealed its head, took a deep breath.

"Roar------"

Accompanied by a dragon's roar, a surge of icy energy, like a giant wave triggered by a tsunami, rushed towards the white mist.

Click click click click,

In an instant, the white mist between the two buildings was blown out horizontally, then quickly condensed, froze, and enveloped both buildings, transforming into an iceberg with countless giant ice cones flying backward!
puff,

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the bearded warrior in golden armor swayed precariously.

"Are you alright, Frostal?"

While his companions offered him support and concern, the man who had exchanged for the 'Norse Cleric Warrior' simply waved his hand.

"Go quickly——"

Click, click, click! !

The next second, the iceberg exploded with a cracking sound.

Crimson lines spread across the ice, and finally: Boom!!!
The iceberg exploded, sending house-sized chunks of ice flying everywhere; while still in the air, their size rapidly shrank, causing little harm to the experienced party.

But they would rather these giant blocks of ice hit them on the head; at least if a block of ice the size of a house hit them on the head, they would only get bruises.
"All you do is try to be clever!"

At the heart of the shattered iceberg, a girl in a leather jacket and military cap bursts forth from its seal;
Crimson lines spread across her entire body, and her red hair had turned into flames; these were proof of her 'injury' and an expression of her rage.

"Kill you!"

A figure flashed by, accompanied by a burst of flames, and flew over.

"Thor, grant me power!!"

As the other party charged toward the golden-armored 'Frostal', another burly man dressed in the same Nordic style immediately stepped forward to meet him.

He held an iron hammer in his hand, and with a shout, a ring of 'runes' lit up on the hammer.

boom----

Suddenly, a thunderclap resounded in the sky, and a winding, dazzling bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, striking his heavy hammer; the hammer and his entire body were instantly enveloped in lightning, continuously exploding and radiating intense electric light in all directions.

After imbuing it with lightning, the veteran swung the 'Thor's Hammer - Pseudo' at the flames.

boom--------

A sound even more intense than thunder suddenly rang out as the veteran's 'Thor's Hammer - Pseudo' struck the giant meteor hammer.

Thunder and flames collided, unleashing a dazzling light; within a radius of dozens of meters between the two, the soil and sand shattered under the immense force, turning into dust! A sudden, silent dent appeared, without even a speck of dust rising.

The next moment, the burly man, accompanied by a wisp of lingering dust, flew backwards through the air, leaving a gray trail in his wake.

Boom——Boom——Boom——

Along the path from which it flew backward, rows of modern buildings emitted muffled thuds, as if they had been connected and pierced through.

The weapon he wielded was essentially a 'thunder blade,' not a divine artifact.

But the opponent has a bloodline elimination ability!
"Cough cough cough, let's go."

In any case, thanks to the veteran wielding the hammer, the bearded warrior using 'runes' was able to retreat and escape with the veteran's help.

"Face me! Coward!!"

Katrina, whose entire body radiated a crimson light, was enraged and flicked her wrist.

The massive meteor hammer flew back into his hand, and he once again pursued his opponent.

And the other side:
Why don't you do it?

Mannoroth questioned the lava giant Red Oni who stood by and did nothing, and received the following reply:

"A true warrior only strikes at the strong!"

Okay, okay,
I'll handle these henchmen myself.

Enraged beyond measure, Mannoroth didn't bother with words and ordered his creatures to set the city ablaze: wherever they went, they burned; this was the style of the Burning Legion.

"Cough cough~~"

"Fuck, this can't go on."

In the chase, the veterans had already left the inferno-filled Los Angeles and were heading towards Las Vegas.

As Alexander, the king of black rap, ran, he looked back and threw out several 'sonic slashes' to disrupt the speed of 'Katrina'.

After creating some distance, they ate and drank as they ran, having the priest cast 'Heal' spells to recover their injuries and restore their spiritual/mana/stamina. Although they did inflict some damage on the opponent, victory was still far off.

No, if we continue playing like this, the only possibility is defeat, right?
"If all else fails, use 'that'!"

As a level 5 member of the 'Veteran Guild', Alexander knew, of course, that the guild had another trump card.

"No, that thing?!"

Before the 'magician' next to him could finish speaking, his expression froze.

As a mage, he naturally has a bunch of 'buffs' on him at all times; his Eagle Eye spell saw black dots flying in from the distant sky.

"Hmm? Reinforcements?"

Soon, the other veterans who had fled in a sorry state also spotted the flying machine in the sky ahead.

Those were the latest ground effect vehicles: C-151 'Hercules'. As these behemoths rapidly approached, the cabins opened fire, and one by one, 'human figures' leaped out.

These figures opened their parachutes in mid-air, and their speed was still very fast due to 'overweight'; however, given their physical abilities, they only needed to slightly reduce their falling speed to land safely.

Bang! !

Soldiers covered in powered armor, resembling heavy robots, landed on the ground.

Pulling their feet out of the mud, these soldiers, carrying large jars on their backs, began to build defensive lines, preparing for battle.

Such a familiar posture made the seasoned veterans grit their teeth.

"It's the 'Crusader's' airborne division!"

In terms of the quality of superhumans, the veterans under the command of 'Nightmare Space' are undoubtedly stronger.

However, in terms of sheer numbers, the Holy Church, capable of continuously producing 'potions,' is naturally the largest: it has already assembled a superhuman army of tens of thousands, equipped with excellent gear. Not to mention low-level veterans, even high-level veterans would have a headache if they encountered them alone.

"These guys actually chose this time?"

"Take them out first—"

The senior members were furious. They were still fighting off the enemy, and these members of the Holy Church were taking advantage of their misfortune.

This is treason, no, it's betrayal of humanity.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

Missiles trailing long plumes of flame flew past the veterans and landed in the Burning Legion that was chasing them from behind, exploding into ice flowers.

?

"Listen up, veterans!"

After a large number of paratroopers were dropped, a serious voice rang out from the C-151 'Hercules'.

"We are the ones who will drive these fire creatures into the sea!"

Long live the Holy Church!

Long live the Holy Church!

Long live the Holy Church!

Amidst the resounding shouts across the battlefield, hundreds upon hundreds of powered armored superhuman soldiers landed, carrying massive condensation tanks and wielding specialized firearms as they charged forward: their target was not the veterans, but the fire creatures that were pursuing them.

"Ok?"

This unexpected turn of events caused Katrina, who was leading the pursuit, to stop.

"There are more ambushes?"

The series of unforeseen events since the start of the war have forced her to curb her arrogance.
Each of these humans was weaker than her, but together they could still make her look foolish and defeated.

"wrong!"

The obese Manolos galloped on all fours, leading his army to the front lines.

He only glanced at it and immediately saw the problem:

“These are two different armies,”

"They are subconsciously wary of each other, we can—"

"Ha, who cares, just kill them all!"

After speaking, Katrina, carrying a meteor hammer, charged directly towards the 'steel cans'.

She was cautious, but only a little.

boom! boom! boom!
Seeing the veterans stop, the lava giant 'Red Oni' strode towards them:

"Who will challenge me to a glorious battle?"

???

Two brainless idiots!!
Manolos's flames flickered, and he almost swung his double-headed spear at the back of his two 'pig teammates'.

These two armies clearly had a long-standing feud. If they were forced to close each other out, their coordination would be disrupted and they would be greatly weakened. However, the two teammates charged forward separately without any planning or thought, leaving Manolos speechless.

finally--

"Soldiers, follow me!"

Forget it, let's just clear our minds and charge forward!

(End of this chapter)