I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 561 Preparing for War
"Major General, should we send someone to investigate them?"

When Major General Darhuan returned, his adjutant, Lieutenant General, immediately saluted and inquired.

Indeed, this former colonel was promoted two ranks and soared to the rank of lieutenant general; however, he remained extremely respectful to his former superior.

He doesn't need a promotion; that's a matter for the major general. If anyone dares to look down on him because of his rank, how many people in the entire America can withstand a slap from that mountain-like 'mythical form'?

Strength is the highest military rank.

B+ level!

This is unique in the entire America, at least on the surface.

"No need,"

Major General Darhuan waved his hand gently.

"Those people won't cause us any conflict, and that's enough."

After talking to each other, the two parted ways and did not end up together; the reason was that their paths diverged.

The reason why Major General Darhuan brought troops to the front line and even took the lead himself was ultimately because of his own ambition!

The major general knew very well that everything he did was for power and authority, not for love and peace; he was just an ambitious man, and the people and the army were merely tools for him to ascend to the pinnacle of power.

Of course, he is not stingy when it comes to his subordinates.

In addition, by leading from the front, he has completely outmaneuvered countless good-for-nothings.

but--

"That Akatsuki leader actually wants to seek the well-being of ordinary people in this chaotic era,"

Luigi made no secret of his purpose: to protect more people;
Even while wearing a mask, their words were open and honest.

The major general knew very well that the other party was not lying, which was why he did not try to recruit him.

The other person is a truly 'good person,' wanting to help more people without any selfish motives.

"what?"

The adjutant couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"What era are we living in? How can there still be such naive people?"

tread,

He paused in his steps.
Major General Darhuan turned his head and glanced at his adjutant.

"if,"

"Did he really do everything he said he would do?"

? !
Until the major general left,

The adjutant, who was still in a daze, finally came to his senses.

"If he can do that, then he will be a 'saint' of this era."

The adjutant quickly caught up with the major general, his chuckles fading as he answered his superior's question with a serious expression.

"I will pay him the utmost respect."

"I also think so."

Major General Darhuan stepped forward, his tone solemn.

If that man who calls himself "Akatsuki" can stay true to himself, he is undoubtedly a saint; Major General Darhuan would never do such a "foolish thing", so he and the other party are not on the same path, but that doesn't mean he doesn't respect such a person.

"I hope he doesn't die too soon—"

He wants to bring benefits to ordinary people. Does he see himself as a selfless sun?
It simply radiates light without asking for anything in return.

The last person to say that was Nietzsche.

A madman in the eyes of the world!
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"Lord, are you alright?"

"Sir, that major general didn't give you any trouble?"

On the other side, many 'Sanctuary' superhumans who received the news rushed over.

Upon hearing that their 'Lord' had encountered the Holy Church's 'Archbishop,' these people were filled with shock and anxiety; even the most devoted Luigi-worshipping superhumans dared not say that their 'Lord' could defeat that 'Archbishop.'

After all, the opponent had recently performed the feat of overpowering the lava giant.

B+ level, just one more step and you'll be in the realm of 'gods'!

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

Seeing that his boss was alright, Audero breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his anger towards the others.

"The Lord came down to earth and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth; we have seen His glory, so we should have no hesitation."

? ?
Odero, you brute, how come you have such a set of rules?

The others, dressed in robes and wearing masks, were taken aback. They never expected that Audero, who was known for his bravery in battle, would say such a thing.

"Yes, yes, there is nothing in this world that can harm the Lord."

"We've lost our minds."

The others nodded in agreement, causing Luigi to sigh.

"You don't need to do this, just come with me."

With the war over, the relocation of hundreds of millions of people is not something that a few hundred people can accomplish on their own; ultimately, it will depend on the American government.

So what happened next was—

“I have decided that we will now engage in the battle against the ‘fire creatures’.”

After gathering his men, Luigi made an announcement on the spot.

This means that they intend to 'remain permanently'.

"Lord, what about Australia?"

The Italian-American parent, Cortázar, was the first to ask a question.

In this group, those who had been prisoners were almost all bachelors; even if they weren't, they had cut off contact with their families and simply followed Luigi.

Another group consists of people from Australia: now they're being asked to fight for the Americans, and for the sake of the 'Lord,' it's not impossible.

But what about their hometown? And their relatives there—

"There are no extraordinary disasters over there at the moment,"

Labergen took over the conversation.
As the Lord's 'second disciple,' we should certainly actively share the Lord's burdens; otherwise, what's the point of having disciples like us?
"A small number of superhumans are enough to maintain order and expand their sphere of influence."

Now that only a few million people remain in Australia, with the strength of the 'Sanctuary', sending out a few superhumans would be enough to make the remaining towns and villages 'surrender at the mere sight of them': would those scattered forces dare to fight against a large number of superhumans?
Once a wolf-level superhuman launches a stealth attack, even a regular army will have a headache.

The question now is, who should be sent back to take charge?

"Audero, you go back first."

Luigi turned his head and, from among his many masked subordinates, immediately picked out the 'top thug'.

"Australia is a place of belonging for many people, and we must protect it well."

As he spoke, he patted the other person on the shoulder.

"Leave it to you, I'm at ease."

! !
"No problem, Lord!" Audero pounded his chest with a loud thud, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and swore an oath on the spot.

"As long as I'm here, nobody can cause trouble in Australia!"

"By the way, Lord, I have something to report."

Entrusted with an 'important task,' Audero was full of energy and couldn't wait to fly back to Australia. However, his thoughts shifted, and he thought of the 'priest' he had recently recruited.

"I'd like to take Unos with me, what do you think?"

Audero was self-aware enough to know that he would be more than willing to charge into battle and kill others.

But governing a city—no, not just a city—he will surely clean up Australia upon his return to welcome the Lord's return.

In this situation, a trustworthy 'domestic affairs' talent is needed.

"Can,"

Luigi nodded, understanding the meaning behind Audero's words.

“Bring Unos to me.”

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"Daddy~~"

When Unos returned to his car, his daughter immediately jumped out, ran happily over, and threw herself into his arms.

"My little angel, Daddy is here."

Patting his daughter's head, Unos looked at his wife, who had also gotten out of the car.

"Darling, we need to leave here."

"Where to go?"

Unos stood up in response to his wife's slightly nervous question.

"Tu'ao."

"Don't worry, I will protect you!"

He clenched his fist, and the explosive power filled Unos with ambition and pride.

"Because I am already a superhuman!"

???

"Daddy is so amazing~~"

"Darling, where did you get this extraordinary potion?"

Compared to the little girl clapping and cheering, the woman's first thought was about the source of the potion: this stuff isn't easy to get; many people sell all their possessions and still can't buy it.

Especially now that the Burning Legion is sweeping in, becoming a superhuman—not to mention anything else, makes escaping several times faster.

"It is a gift from the Lord,"

"Come on, I'll explain it to you slowly on the way."

After saying that, he picked up his wife and daughter, one in each arm, and strode away.

"Daddy, our car—"

"No more!"

Unos, who had already become a superhuman, laughed heartily.
“We’re going to fly somewhere else, so we’ll leave the car here: as long as the three of us are here, that’s home.”

Unos was incredibly grateful that he had mustered the courage to speak with Brother Audero: just moments ago, Brother Audero, preparing to return to Australia, had recommended Unos to their "master." And that "master" immediately bestowed upon him extraordinary powers as a guarantee to "work" in Australia.

Extraordinary, truly extraordinary!

Feeling the surging power within his body, Unos felt as if luck was standing right behind him.

“We will have a new, safe home.”

"Anyone who tries to cause trouble again will have to taste my fist first—"

"Daddy is the best!"

"Honey,"

The man, carrying his wife and daughter, strode towards the meeting point.

Next, they will fly to Brazil; from Brazil, they will continue flying across the Pacific Ocean to Australia.

They've just suffered two supernatural disasters, and there's chaos everywhere. But it's still better than America facing the Burning Legion head-on, and besides, he's already a superhuman, no longer just an ordinary person who can only run away.

This time,
He must protect his homeland!
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"Your Excellency, is this place alright?"

Pushing open the door to the presidential suite of the five-star hotel, the American hotel manager respectfully inquired.

"Sorry, I can't 'see'."

? !
In a flash,

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the manager's forehead.

"Don't be nervous, I was just joking. Doesn't America like humor?"

wht?

Your Excellency, your joke is terrifying.

The manager, who was internally complaining and using honorifics, didn't dare wipe his sweat and respectfully stepped aside.

"Could you please prepare ten servings of everyday Japanese cuisine for me?"

"Of course, of course, Your Excellency."

The white manager nodded vigorously; their job was to serve this 'legendary strongman' well, or else—they would be charged with treason!
In this era, a Ghost-level powerhouse is far more noble than a president or prime minister; moreover, with immense power concentrated in one person, if they are in a bad mood, even if they kill someone in the street, it is the fault of the person being killed! Is there any country that would use the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers to try to overwhelm a Ghost-level powerhouse?
Moreover, so far, no Ghost-level powerhouse has died at the hands of the army.

Besides, Xiaogang "saved" America. If he hadn't driven away that "Flame Lord," the losses for both factions in America would have been much greater.

Unlike Sora, who rides a white dragon high and low and leaves after fighting, Takashi received the highest level of courtesy from America.

If he hadn't explicitly stated that he didn't need it...
Even if we hold a welcome party for him immediately, hundreds of thousands of people would not be a problem.

"Director,"

He took out his special cell phone and held it to his ear.

"I plan to observe the Burning Legion up close from here first, you see—"

"no problem,"

The voice of Director Zhu Ya came through the phone.

"In fact, we are discussing who to send to support America."

"Since you're already there, I'll leave it to you. And please be careful and stay safe."

The island nation's government did discuss who to send to fight. If America falls, given the momentum of the Burning Legion, it doesn't seem like they'll let the island nation off the hook.

As Director Zhuya said, since Xiao has already appeared on the battlefield, we might as well announce in the name of the government that he has been sent to participate in the war—in this way, we can ask America for some benefits and remind Xiao not to get carried away and put himself in danger.

Help is fine, but don't risk your life.

"Well, I'll pay attention."

(End of this chapter)