I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 562 The Invincible Young Lady is Back
"Quickly, quickly, bring the refrigerant up!"

"Where's the flame retardant? Throw it out! Spread as much as you can!!"

In western America, a massive war is raging: on one side are bizarre fire creatures charging through flames and lava; on the other side are towering defensive lines made of quick-drying cement, with large numbers of 'soldiers' who have been conscripted and given only a few days of emergency training before being sent to the battlefield constantly moving through these lines.

Most Americans have some experience with guns, and besides, they don't need to aim and shoot anymore; they're just moving supplies.

Battles against supernatural beings are different from battles between humans.

Between humans, the key is beyond-visual-range combat, the struggle for air superiority, followed by heavy artillery bombardment and drone spotting. However, supernatural beings still employ the primitive "swarm" tactic, charging in haphazardly, with survival depending entirely on individual strength.

Theoretically, this primitive method should have easily crippled America's defenses, however:
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

Flames rose from behind the fire creatures that were attacking the defensive line, causing the soldiers in the line to change their expressions.

"It's a fireball spell, stealth!"

The American soldiers, who were continuously blasting out flame retardants and coolants, rushed into the nearby houses.

boom! ! boom! ! boom! !

Clusters of flames exploded on these defensive lines, spraying out large swaths of fire that forced the American soldiers to desperately dodge; once touched by these flames, they were instantly scorched to the bone and transformed into human torches.

Meanwhile, the fire creatures that were frozen at the front line thawed in the flames, roared to the sky, and began to climb the defensive line while still engulfed in flames.

"Damn it, these elemental creatures are too troublesome."

The commander in charge of the defense line slammed his fist on the command platform, thinking that it would be better to fight the 'Nine-Tailed Force'!

At least the cannon fodder 'Bi Yao' of the Nine-Tailed Fox faction are made of flesh and blood, and can be harmed by various modern weapons; moreover, they can produce 'extraordinary potions,' and the soldiers also have the hope of promotion.

While these 'fire creatures' did 'drop' extraordinary materials, their relentless attacks left America with no time to clean up the battlefield. Furthermore, their immunity to explosive flames rendered most modern weapons useless, forcing America to shift its focus to producing large quantities of refrigerants and flame retardants.
"Crusader, move out!"

With the fire creatures already on the defensive line, the commander had no choice but to send out superhuman soldiers to deal with them.

Superhuman soldiers, clad in power armor and wielding cryogenic weapons, begin guarding the 'walls'.

The war has escalated to this point, becoming increasingly primitive.
Boom~~~!!!

Just as the two sides were locked in fierce combat, a muffled thunderous sound came from the air, causing the commander to turn his head in confusion.

?

On the land far beyond the defensive line,
A white line is surging in.

"That's...? That damned commander! He actually flooded the battlefield—"

The commander, who belonged to the Holy Church, cursed angrily as the surging torrent of water roared from the direction of Lake Mead!

Lake Mead, located on the border of Arizona and Nevada in America, 40 kilometers east of Las Vegas, was formed by the Hoover Dam on the Colorado River. It stretches 185 kilometers upstream and is 1.616 kilometers wide. With an area of ​​593 square kilometers and a water volume of approximately 38,296,200,000 cubic meters, it is the world's largest man-made lake.

It provides drinking water to millions of people in California, Arizona, Nevada, and parts of Mexico.

"Don't be nervous, Commander."

The voices of officers under the commander-in-chief came through the headset.

"The people of several nearby states have already moved away. Since the water of Lake Mead is not needed to quench thirst, it can be used to kill the enemy."

"As for you all, the Holy Church believes in the 'Father of the Sea,' and will surely protect you."

"Go to hell, executioner!!"

The commander had no better solution than to continue his angry rant.

Should we send him to stop the raging flood?
Besides, as the other party said, their Holy Church's extraordinary beings are not afraid of water.

But what about ordinary believers?
asshole! !
boom------

The roaring lake waters finally surged forth, causing the entire earth to tremble violently.

The massive lake water first swept over the fire creatures on the battlefield, then crashed heavily into the defensive line, leaving walls and houses collapsed and devastation in its wake!

The entire battlefield was instantly flooded, unleashing a terrifying man-made flood! All beings, whether fire creatures or soldiers, struggled and screamed in the raging torrents and whirlpools, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Whether one can survive in this situation truly depends on the blessing of the 'Father of the Sea'.

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.

“Your tactics have failed, Manolos.”

The 'Flame Lords' who were holding the line in the rear received the news of the battlefield being flooded almost simultaneously.

Because not only did they each have a mobile phone, but they also had a large number of electronic devices in front of them. A group of trembling Indian clerks were constantly adjusting the equipment!

Indeed, ever since being reminded by the little girl 'Dubra', Manolos, with a newfound understanding, 'recruited' a group of human subordinates, had them set up signal towers for him, received satellite signals, and created their own 'modern command center'.

"No failure,"

The enormous, obese fire lord, having suppressed the flames raging across its body, looked down at the screen and coldly retorted.

"Our fire creates an endless array of things, while humanity dies every single second."

It takes a few weeks to train a soldier; it takes at least a dozen years for a human being to grow up.

However, for these 'fire lords', creating fire minions was just a matter of waving their hands: although it was boring, it was by no means difficult.

And there are also additional cannon fodder:
"Good job,"

Manolos's voice echoed in the 'command room' as he extended a giant finger and pointed it at the head of the clerks' supervisor.

“Your God is cruel, to have made you so weak.”

boom--! !

The fingernail touched the head of the trembling white manager, and flames immediately burst from his mouth, ears, and eyes; such a horrifying scene made the other clerks' knees buckle, and they all collapsed to the ground.

“But I am kind,”

Manolos's voice continued to echo.
"I grant you fire as your sword, to fight for the merciful Mannoroth!"

"Me? I'm not dead?!"

???

The supervisor's surprised voice made the many limp clerks turn their stiff necks; they saw the supervisor, who was surrounded by flames, moving his fingers in shock.

"This reward is a reward for your hard work."

Manolos retracted his fingers with satisfaction.
? !
"Owner,"

"You are the most benevolent and greatest lord in the world!"

The supervisor, regaining his senses, immediately knelt down on one knee and shouted praises.

"Hahaha~~ Look, just a tiny spark is enough to win humanity's loyalty. In this way—"

With this ebb and flow, it won't be long before they acquire a 'retinue army': an army that understands and is familiar with human tactics, spies that secretly collect information on human powerhouses, and even assassins who sabotage and assassinate political figures and high-ranking officials.

"Humanity's despicable tactics,"

Manolos grinned at Katrina's defiant words.

"As long as this planet can be ignited, and the greatest flames can be offered to the Creator, what does it matter what means are used?"

He actually became extraordinary?
The clerks who had collapsed were all visibly excited when they saw their supervisor calm down and stand respectfully to the side.

We can also pledge allegiance and fight for the 'Creator'!
What? Human identity and stance? Humanity has its limits—

We're not human anymore!

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.

The battle in America,
While things were 'in full swing' in a physical sense, a plane had already landed at Melbourne International Airport.

"My lords,"

A group of people were waiting respectfully at the airport; they were the remaining members of 'Sanctuary' in Melbourne.

Most of them were ordinary people, except for the two leaders who were superhumans: after wiping out several armed groups scattered in Melbourne, the Holy Church had enough weapons to occupy the city.

"Lord Audro,"

A superhuman stepped forward to offer a compliment.
"The righteous deeds of you all and of the Lord in America have greatly inspired the clergy—"

"Let's get down to business."

Interrupted by Audero, the superhuman was not annoyed. What he had just said was just a polite remark: although it had no real meaning, it was something that had to be said.

"Our people are steadily recapturing the surrounding towns, and the progress is very smooth."

This is only natural; in such chaotic times, might makes right.

Although the 'Sanctuary' has only just begun to develop, with its thousands of armed personnel and several extraordinary individuals stationed there, it is already a very powerful force.

of course there are exceptions.

"Adelaide, a city in the northwest, rejected the church's goodwill."

"They claim they only accept orders from Canberra, but you know—"

Canberra was wiped off the map by a single 'false cannon' from Ijiang; in short, the city called 'Adelaide' wanted independence.

Adelaide, Australia's fifth-largest city, has been consistently ranked alongside Melbourne as one of the world's most livable cities for many years. Its industries are primarily automobile manufacturing, metal processing, chemicals, machinery, electrical equipment, textiles, and food processing; these industries can be quickly converted into military industries.

In short, it was a city with a strong armed force.

Furthermore, given its geographical location, it was almost entirely unaffected by the two extraordinary disasters, so it's understandable that it wouldn't want to be swallowed up by the 'Sanctuary' forces in Melbourne.

"Dare to reject the glory of the Lord?"

Audero raised his bald eyebrows, and the fleshy part of his forehead squeezed out a fierce look.

"Damn it!"

"Unos—"

"Yes, Brother Audero."

The white man, who had put down his wife and daughters, immediately replied.
"Come with me, let's take down the people in power in that city!"

High-level superhumans can take down an army of thousands. Although these two are not considered high-level, they are not ordinary wolf-level beings either: infiltrating and assassinating a few high-ranking officials would be no difficult task for them.

"Yes!"

Unos nodded in agreement.
The moment you set foot on this land, you have to fight. This is the extraordinary era!
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.

island country,

Matsue City, Shimane Prefecture.

There is a famous place here.

The place where the two creator gods parted ways, the place where Master Shio attained enlightenment a few years ago, the boundary that isolates the mortal world: Yomotsu Hirasaka!

Such an important place was naturally heavily guarded: a samurai in fine clothes, an old monk, a young Onmyoji, and an inconspicuous ninja.

The samurai were given the surname 'Genji', representing the 'Eye of God', Tenma Aimi.
The monk was a highly accomplished monk from Mount Koya: Master Kuzen.

The Onmyoji's clothes bear the crest of the Isoya family.

As for the ninja, there was nothing special about him, and it was unclear whether he belonged to the Hattori or Koga families.

"Over in America, the fire creatures are advancing layer by layer. It is said that the 'Burning Legion' contains many 'Fire Lords,' all of whom are Ghost-level powerhouses."

The group, having nothing else to do while guarding 'Yomihirasaka', began to chat about the international situation.

"This is what it means to be born divine,"

The Onmyoji from the Igotani family looked on with envy.
"If we could sign a contract with those fire creatures, it would be a great help."

However, it's not that easy. The Igoya family specializes in the Five Elements Techniques and controlling shikigami, which is the specialty of the Kakaiin family. Since even the Kakaiin family hasn't made a move, the Igoya family certainly wouldn't dare to act rashly.

"Amitabha Buddha, the path must be sought within; why rely on external things?"

The Zen master, sitting cross-legged, chanted Buddhist prayers. All the powerful monks of Mount Koya were disciples of Master Shio.

The key is to condense magical power into a 'Dharma form'. If one can summon Vajra and Wisdom Kings, one can block all laws in the world and subdue demons with wrath. Why care about anything else?

In a sense, that is indeed the case: the "talent of the immortal race" passed down by Zhixiong is similar to a low-quality version of "Susanoo". Although it is not as powerful as Susanoo, the learning conditions are not as demanding. As long as the "magic power" is not exhausted, the illusory image of the Dharma body can block any attack.

In this way, the monks only need to continuously improve their magical power and condense their Dharma forms.

The demand for external goods is reduced to a minimum.

"Everyone naturally admires the 'Fudo Myoo statue' of Mount Koya."

The Genji samurai, holding his katana, spoke slowly.

"But we ordinary mortals cannot comprehend the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance. In order to protect ourselves, we have no choice but to seek help from external things."

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the katana.

This sword is a treasure brought from the 'Warring States Period'. It was forged by 'Gray Blade Workshop', a disciple of 'Totosai'. It contains the souls of nine infants, and when wielded, the nine infant demons kill enemies. Although it has the hidden danger of backlash, this samurai still loves it more than his own life and never takes it off when he eats or sleeps.

"The world is full of suffering, what can be done, what can be done?"

Master Kuchan clasped his hands together, his face filled with sorrow.

Even those of them who are "outside the secular world" need to hone their skills to survive by killing, so what right do they have to criticize others for using any means necessary?
"Hmph, that's because you're all too weak—"

？ ！！

Just at this time,
The sudden sound of the little girl's voice made the 'experts' turn around abruptly.

In the broken stone torii gate representing 'Yomi Hirasaka', the once empty place has turned into chaos.

From that chaos, a small, white hand reached out.

Next came the small steps that took the first step.

Then there was a small black robe with red clouds, draped over the little girl's body, as if she had stolen an adult's clothes.

A classic Hime cut, delicate features, and a proudly small face:

"Nine Void Shaking Love???"

(End of this chapter)