I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 557 The Sanctuary in Action

The traffic started moving again.
However, a private car voluntarily pulled over and stopped beside them.

“This gentleman,”

The white man who got off the bus quickly walked towards the masked members of the Akatsuki organization.
"Could I have a few minutes of your time? I'd like to know about the 'master' you mentioned."

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Wearing a white mask, Audero looked at the other person with a puzzled expression.
The robes and mask he wore were made by other superhumans using their abilities; he had just arrived and immediately devoted himself to the work of saving people, which was quite boring for him; however, since it concerned the glory of the 'Lord,' he would reluctantly explain it.

"The Lord is our shepherd, and His love extends to all mankind."

His opening remarks left the white man opposite him speechless.

Isn't this the scripture from 'Yahweh'?!
"Justice and justice are the foundation of the Lord's throne, and love and truth go before the Lord."

However, Audrey didn't care about any of that. He recited the 'scripture' written by Labogen to himself and then cleared his throat.

"alright,"

That's all he memorized.

“Remember: Your salvation is all thanks to the Lord.”

After saying this, Audero prepared to leave. He needed to go see other places and tell these ordinary people to get lost.
"Your Mightiness,"

The voice behind him made Audero turn around again, displeased.

The superhuman prisoner, who was about to get angry, was slightly taken aback, because the other party knelt down on one knee and devoutly made the sign of the cross.

“I felt the call of the Lord and am willing to serve Him for the rest of my life.”

"Please teach me the Lord's teachings!"

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"interesting,"

Audero, who was wearing the mask, was taken aback at first, and then realized what was happening.

This guy wants to join them and seek asylum!
"What's your name?"

While questioning the other party, Audero's gaze fell behind him: in that private car, there was a nervous woman and a bewildered little girl.

"Unos, Your Excellency."

The white man, who was kneeling on one knee, quickly answered.
He's had enough of running away. He fled Los Angeles with his family and now he's in New Mexico. Where will he go next?

Washington, or New York?

Instead of running away aimlessly, it's better to join this extraordinary organization!
Unos was gambling that this person who called himself "Akatsuki" was indeed maintaining order, despite his obvious impatience. Regardless of what kind of being the "master" he spoke of was, the other party's extraordinary power was real: lifting a car with one hand could only be the work of an extraordinary being.

In this era, the only way is to attach yourself to the strong.

Only then can they survive.

"Okay, come with me."

After thinking for a moment, Odero, who had been sent by Luigi to disperse the crowd, waved to him.

"I need a few helpers."

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Having decided to side with the other side, the white man named Unos immediately changed his attitude.

What do we need to do?

"Evacuate the crowds, though I'd much rather fight."

Because Audero's mind was affected by the 'supernatural traits', making him irritable and impulsive, he needs to temper his mind by 'calming down'.

This is also why he was able to patiently communicate with the white man; it must be said:
This Unos is very lucky.

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.

boom! boom! boom!
"Help! Help!"

"Damn it, don't run this way!"

Central Arizona, next to California.

Chaos reigns in the small town of Pinion, with women and children running around everywhere; cowboys and ranchers firing their guns in vain; and what they face is a three-meter-tall stone man engulfed in flames.

The bullets struck the monster without even a spark, not even enough to pause it slightly.

This monster, known as 'Hellfire,' is incredibly powerful and has terrifying defense; its entire body is engulfed in intense flames, and it's also quite fast!
For ordinary people, it was a devastating nightmare: those men who fired their guns in vain were not hoping to kill their opponents, but were merely using their own lives to buy time for women, children, and the elderly to escape.

"Come on! You bastard—"

As he pulled the trigger, the remaining man retreated while firing.

However, Hellfire didn't even glance at them, and strode out on its own, chasing after the fleeing crowd.

His intelligence wasn't high, nor did it require much: all he had to do was walk towards where there were 'many people,' and then lift his foot—

boom!
The car was stomped into the ground and twisted into a dented piece of steel.

boom! !

With a casual wave of his hand, the building exploded and disintegrated in flames.

An unfortunate girl was knocked to the ground by the shockwave.

"Get out!"

Just as the girl was about to be crushed into charcoal by the advancing 'hellfire', an angry shout came.

The voice carried an inexplicable majesty, and anyone who heard it, even if they didn't hear it clearly, would subconsciously move away from the direction from which the voice came: even 'Hellfire' retreated in a strange manner.

brush,

A figure rushed over, picked up the girl from the ground, and ran away.

"you."

"This outfit—"

This unexpected turn of events stunned the town's residents.

Whether it was the person who repelled the 'hellfire' or the person who saved the girl, they were all dressed in long robes with black backgrounds and red clouds, and wore white masks.

“We are members of the Akatsuki.”

A gentle voice came from beneath the 'mysterious person' mask, which had been removed from the girl's body.
"Go and seek refuge quickly; leave this place to us."

"Okay, take care!" The girl ran away, turning back every three steps. Just from hearing the voice, she could already picture a handsome face in her mind; before she had even run far, she had already thought of a name for her grandson.

Sekus, behind the mask, certainly deserves the title of handsome, but the awkward thing is:
"I'm sorry, Lord."

He stood in front of another 'mysterious man'.
"My abilities don't seem to work on these monsters."

Since the opponent is a fire creature, his 'fireball' spell not only fails to harm the enemy, but also grants the opponent a 'status' buff.

"It's alright, go and evacuate the townspeople."

Luigi, also dressed as an Akatsuki member, stepped forward to meet Hellfire, who staggered and "came to his senses."

"I'll deal with him."

As he spoke, streaks of darkness spread and waved within his shadow.

From two-dimensional shadows to three-dimensional tentacles!
As the holder of the 'Desecrating Tablet', Luigi has tailored a suitable path for advancement for himself; coupled with a mind as firm as steel, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and even a C-rank Hellfire is not something he cannot defeat.

"Shock!"

As a golden light flashed in the eyes beneath the mask, the charging hellfire abruptly stopped.

Even elemental beings possess consciousness.

Otherwise it wouldn't be considered a living being, but at the same time:

As long as they are living beings, they can be controlled by various illusions!
After being 'shocked', long, black tentacles suddenly shot out and wrapped around the 'hellfire'.

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.

Washington,
Pentagon command headquarters.

"what?"

"Is there a group calling themselves the 'Akatsuki' evacuating civilians and resisting the 'Burning Legion'?"

Countless clerks were busy here, and a large number of satellites, reconnaissance aircraft, drones, and even cameras carried by soldiers were constantly transmitting various kinds of information back. So the high-ranking American officials here quickly became aware of the existence of this 'mysterious force'.

"The other side has about a hundred people, all of whom are superhumans."

"Most of them are around D-rank, with a small number of C-rank members. Should we make contact with them?"

Hundreds of D-level superhumans already constitute a considerable force: most of those who embarked on the path to superhuman status through superhuman potions would still be stuck at E-level, or the equivalent of dog-level in Japan, if they lacked talent, opportunity, or the assistance of superhuman food.

"No,"

The president raised his hand, interrupting the defense ministry official's suggestion.

"America is facing a bigger crisis now, so don't do anything unnecessary."

Compared to the extraordinary forces that appeared out of nowhere, the 'Burning Legion' is the most important.

"Since they're using the 'Akatsuki' banner, let's assume they are the Akatsuki—spread the word and get the local military and police to cooperate with them."

Besides the main battlefield, small groups of fire creatures have appeared in Nevada, Utah, Arizona, Oregon, and other places: these elemental creatures, who know nothing of death, are constantly advancing, igniting, and destroying everything in their path!
In this situation, the American government is happy to see someone willing to step forward and deal with these scattered enemies.

"Commander-in-Chief, the military has tracked down the fire dragon!"

As someone shouted, a crimson streak of light appeared on the screen, speeding across the sea.

The camera zooms in, revealing a giant dragon made of flames, with a man and a woman, one tall and one short, standing on its back.

The next second, as the dashing young man raised his hand in a firing gesture, the screen suddenly went black: clearly, the reconnaissance plane had been shot down by the other side.

“These fire lords all possess abilities such as ‘high-energy rays,’ making it difficult for us to keep tracking them.”

The official beside him reported in a low voice, not even bothering to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and pointed to the map:

"Judging from their speed, they will land in no more than half a minute."

"Once these two 'Fire Lords' join the battle..."

Without a doubt, the current stalemate will soon turn into a one-sided battle.

Do we need to use 'that'?

The Secret Service director standing next to the president asked in a low voice,

As someone who joined 'Nightmare Space' from the very beginning, has been recruiting veterans for the Presidential Government, and is also one of the founding members of the 'Veteran Guild', he naturally knows the Veteran Guild's trump card: that trump card is even located at the 'Veteran Guild's' headquarters not far from the Pentagon.

"I"

The president hesitated.

The veterans' guild's trump card is four-sixths of its 'divinity'!
That's right. Ever since Fiona and the others obtained 'Godhood', the level 5 members of the Veteran Guild teamed up and defeated several 'Legendary' level enemies in the mission space, successively obtaining three Godhood fragments.

According to the speculation of seasoned researchers, four fragments of divine essence are sufficient.

The divine fire has been lit, and the divine throne has been raised high!

The question now is:

Who is coming?

Becoming a god definitely requires 'faith'.
And the one who fits the bill in America is the President himself!

The Grand Commander himself is also an extraordinary being. Although his strength has improved relatively slowly due to his advanced age of nearly eighty, he has still managed to reach the Tiger level by using resources.

A meteoric rise to godhood sounds wonderful, but what's the price?

Just as the president was hesitating;
"There's something else going on!"

"This giant white dragon is 'Azure Dragon,' a member of the Akatsuki organization!"

In the image, a pure white dragon flies across the California sky, with a 'mysterious person' in a black robe with red clouds standing on it.

"News has come from the Mexican border that 'Xiao,' a B-level expert, has crossed the border and is heading towards the battlefield!"

Then, another piece of good news arrived.

"Great!"

"It's Akatsuki! We're saved!"

The atmosphere in the command room relaxed, and many people couldn't help but cheer.

The Akatsuki organization is one of the few 'conscience' forces in this extraordinary era. Every time they appear, it is to deal with extraordinary disasters: the Nine-Tails' rampage, the Fall of the Sun.
With these two joining the battle, we can finally breathe a sigh of relief!
Don't forget, there's someone behind them:

Lord Rokudo.

These Americans are celebrating too soon. Whether or not Liudao is willing to take action depends entirely on someone's mood.

(End of this chapter)