I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 621 Devastated
boom------

Boom—Boom—

Fireballs, like tiny suns, rose continuously in Egypt's North Sinai province.

It was only because the area was covered in yellow sand and there was no sign of human habitation for hundreds of kilometers, and because the few border guards had withdrawn early, that no casualties were reported.

This is a nuclear explosion, the ultimate weapon invented by mankind; dropped on a major city, one could cause millions of casualties; now, such an attack is being used against a 'person'.

"Keep moving towards the goal! Keep moving towards the goal!!"

"The nuclear explosion caused no obstacles whatsoever! I repeat! Nuclear explosion!"

Chaos reigned in the military command center of the Middle Eastern 'holy city': messages kept coming back from the front lines, but they were all invalid, invalid, and invalid again!
Nuclear bombs, humanity's ultimate weapon, dominated an era from the moment they were created; because of nuclear deterrence, major powers dared not easily start a war, at most engaging in regional armed conflicts.

However, with the arrival of the extraordinary era, they were already powerless against the Demon level.

And now the Middle Eastern little tyrant is facing—

"The target did not dodge at all; it simply endured the nuclear explosion and advanced all the way."

Although the United States did not intervene, it did not mean they were unconcerned; numerous military satellites followed the flash of the nuclear explosion, reporting the battlefield to both parties.

"Even a B-level superhuman, skilled in defense, wouldn't use this method to deal with it, unless..."

Deliberately showing off military strength!

Show me what you're capable of.
I will stand here and accept it all with dignity and integrity.

"Considering the changes in Cairo and its myths and legends, we estimate its level to be A!"

A-level, that's the island nation's Dragon-level; in mythology, it can already be called a 'god'; in fact, the 'high priest' who is now driving a giant pyramid and advancing under the threat of nuclear explosions already possesses the divine authority of ancient Egypt.

For the Middle East, he is undoubtedly a 'god'!
"Gentlemen, ignore him."

After glancing at the rising spots of light on the satellite image, the blond president turned to give orders to the others.

"Our primary objective is to resist the Burning Legion,"

"That young man who calls himself 'the Lord' is preparing to cooperate with us: that's what we should be most concerned about."

America's situation was equally dire. The death of the Fire Lord 'Mannoroth' was indeed inspiring; however, precisely because of this, the remaining Fire Lords united and unleashed a fighting force that forced America into a series of defeats.

In addition, these fire lords can transform ordinary people into 'fire creatures', so many who couldn't survive, had no attachments, and were ambitious flocked to them.

In this way, humanity loses even its 'intelligence advantage'.

Luigi's power comes from R'lyeh; however, he acts entirely on his own volition; therefore, unlike that 'Major General Dalhuan,' he cannot and dares not cooperate with the Grand Commander's faction: at most, it's a matter of you fighting your way and me fighting my way.

Therefore, with the front lines constantly retreating, Luigi, whose strength had greatly increased, took the initiative to propose cooperation to the Grand President's faction.

“I have already agreed,”

In theory, the blond president, an "old-fashioned" American, would dislike someone like Luigi who is "unconventional."

But as I said before, what they need to face now is the Burning Legion, which is capable of destroying everything; with this common enemy, everything else is trivial.

Even if we were to colonize Mars, we would need a sufficient population: the richest man's rockets are constantly launching 'space folding devices' into space, which are then assembled into spacecraft in low Earth orbit to prepare for the 'Fire Seed' project.

For the American leadership right now, time is money; they're just trying to stall for as long as possible.

"Since the President has agreed, we naturally have no objections."

"I think so too,"

"I second that,"

The cabinet ministers nodded in agreement; in this chaotic era, taking on a leading role at the forefront is no easy task.

They only need to echo each other, while the president has many other things to consider.

As for other countries, the situation is probably the same.

Remain inactive and observe the situation for now.

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.

Egyptian border,

It belongs to the Middle Eastern town of 'Geziot'.

A large number of troops have gathered here, including various tanks, armored vehicles, and self-propelled artillery, as well as fighter jets roaring overhead! In terms of modern military equipment, this tiny country is comparable to Persia, and its title as the "Little Hegemon of the Middle East" is well-deserved.

Whether they were hiding in armored vehicles, standing behind artillery, or guarding buildings, all the soldiers were praying with trembling hands.

They prayed that their 'Yahweh' would unleash divine punishment and destroy the impending demon!
Unfortunately, whether it was due to a lack of piety or Yahweh being fast asleep, it soon happened:

"The demons are approaching!"

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

boom! boom! boom! ! !
Rockets roared overhead, and heavy artillery clusters behind the defensive line roared back; modern weapons, masters of 'beyond visual range', spewed flames wildly, exploding with thunderous echoes on the horizon.

However, all of this was in vain.

Nuclear weapons are useless, let alone these 'ordinary' weapons?

brush------

A beam of light suddenly streaked across the sky, and the soldiers, who instinctively looked up, saw a ball of fire suddenly appear high in the sky.

Brush, brush, brush, brush, brush
White light shot continuously into the sky, and in the path of each ray of light, a patch of black and red appeared, leaving all who witnessed it with only a chill in their hearts.

Without a doubt, that was a scene where planes in the sky were being 'called out' one by one.

"Isn't the enemy the high priest of ancient Egypt?"

Some soldiers, unable to bear it any longer, questioned him through gritted teeth.
"What's with this scene of laser anti-aircraft guns?!"

Are they sure they're not dealing with some kind of high-tech alien entity?

"Prepare! The demons are closing in on the defenses!"

"All units?!"

Rumble, rumble! ! ! !
A thunderous roar rolled in, catching the commander's next words off his throat.

On the horizon where yellow sand filled the sky, a golden figure strode towards the hastily constructed defense line, accompanied by swirling sand and dust.

The figure appeared slow, taking steady steps, yet due to its enormous size, it actually traversed hundreds of meters in a single stride; concentric circles of white air waves were forcefully pushed aside by it, forming white 'ribbons' behind it, showcasing its grandeur and power.

The golden figure, like a Titan, drew closer and closer, and the earth trembled more and more violently!

As the golden giant approached at high speed, the soldiers on the front line could see his face clearly: he was a man with a high nose and deep-set eyes, and a bald head.
The cold indifference in his expression chilled any soldier to the bone. The golden color all over his body was actually compressed yellow sand. The sonic booms he created as he walked were like countless thunderclaps rolling back and forth, shaking the soldiers' eardrums so much that they almost tore off on the spot!

Not to mention that with each step he took, the yellow sand beneath his feet was sucked onto his body and became part of it.

Wherever it went, large sections of the desert caved in, revealing the sandstone, mudstone, and shale beneath. A long robe was outlined on the giant's body, making him look like a high-ranking priest inspecting his territory.

The next second, the giant of yellow sand, thousands of meters away, glanced down and landed on the soldiers who stood there in shock.

"Humph,"

Amidst a faint hint of displeasure,
The bald, priest-like giant of the yellow sand waved his 'sleeve'.

Boom! The ground beneath their feet suddenly erupted, and sandstone, mudstone, and shale were all pulverized in an instant, turning into tens of millions of tons of yellow sand that gushed out like golden 'waves'.

These waves weren't just one, but countless!
Amidst the earth's hysterical trembling, golden 'sand waves' surged forward;

Forming towering sandstorms tens or even hundreds of meters high, they coldly swept across the Eastern Little Tyrant's defensive line: their immense mass instantly engulfed, compressed, and obliterated everything!

People often use the term "sea of ​​sand" to describe deserts, and with this high priest's wave of his hand, the desert truly surged forward like an "ocean"! The mass carried by the yellow sand is far more terrifying than that of the sea; when swept into a hundred-meter "giant wave," even steel would instantly twist, tear, and turn into dust.

With a wave of his hand, the huge, golden-headed priest, like a disdainful king, ordered his men to push the slaves down to feed the lions.

The yellow sand that filled the field of vision roared out immediately, clearing everything away for its master.

Sandfall Burial

fighting?

Are you kidding?
After that one move, where was the army?
Even the town called 'Geziot' was completely erased from the map.

Only the gradually calming yellow sand formed undulating dunes, as if nothing had ever happened.

Streams of illusory red light flew toward the giant's mouth and nose.
"Twenty thousand?"

The giant, bald priest, standing like a Titan in the yellow sand, uttered a single word in dissatisfaction.

Why were armies so few in number during this era?
Or is it that you look down on him?

boom! ! ! !

Amidst the rumbling of the earth, a massive, golden-haired priest strode out and headed eastward.

As for the towns along the way?

Would humans care how many ants they step on and kill?
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 Middle Eastern little tyrant is finished,"

Qiong Mei made this judgment after looking at the image in the mirror.

The giant, bald priest in the mirror is made of compressed yellow sand; under the sunlight, his body shimmers with golden light, showcasing the extravagance of ancient Egypt.

Its hardness is extremely exaggerated; it is completely unaffected by modern heavy artillery and missile bombardment; apart from exploding into clouds of black and red smoke, it remains completely unharmed.

Even with a nuclear bomb, the giant that emerged from the mushroom cloud after the explosion showed no signs of damage.

Add to that the vast expanse of yellow sand, making it its true 'home ground', in this situation:
“Unless Yahweh himself descends,”

"But isn't there a guy in America who calls himself 'Lord'?"

Faced with Qiong's question, You raised his hand and showed a young man shaking hands with the blond leader on another mirror. Behind him was a group of superhumans still wearing the Akatsuki's iconic black robes with red clouds.

"It seems this person doesn't care about the situation in the Middle East,"

Of course, Luigi is currently fully focused on the fight against the Burning Legion and has no time to worry about the Middle East.

Moreover, he calls himself "Lord," but his strength is only at the Ghost level. How could he possibly fight the High Priest of Ancient Egypt in the desert?
Should we reenact 'Exodus'?

"Even if 'Moses' were to come back to life, he probably wouldn't want to deal with those guys, would he?"

In her spare time, Qiong Mei also adds to the mythology of various countries. When she talks about a certain country that has been wandering for thousands of years, she is full of disdain.

“I think that ‘Moses’ was mind-controlled, which explains his actions.”

Moses,

The name means 'pulled up from the water'.

His parents, whose identities are unknown, were thrown into a basket and floated away with the current;

The daughter of the Egyptian pharaoh rescued him, named him, and raised him as her own son.

That's right,

Moses was raised by Pharaoh's princess!
Perhaps the princess was too kind, raising a 'saintly' child.

Perhaps Moses was brainwashed and controlled by Yahweh, which led him to kill an Egyptian soldier who was beating a slave of a certain tribe and flee in disarray.

Later, naturally, came the famous 'Exodus,' in which Moses led hundreds of thousands of slaves of a certain tribe out of Egypt, using the power given to him by Yahweh to part the Red Sea and escape their pursuers.

But the most ridiculous thing happened later. After these slaves escaped, they complained and were dissatisfied because the "Canaan with preserved milk and honey" promised by Moses turned out to be land already owned! Sending them to war? They'd rather go back to Egypt as slaves!
This annoyed Moses so much that he deliberately disobeyed Yahweh's command to fetch water for the slaves: instead of ordering the rock to flow with water, he casually tapped the rock with his staff.

Because of this, Yahweh personally pointed out the 'Promised Land' promised to a certain people, but he specifically forbade Moses from setting foot there.

After gazing upon the Promised Land, Moses died on the mountain.
He betrayed his adoptive mother, became a father and mother to slaves, and yet this is his final fate.

The true colors of this certain tribe are clearly revealed in their own mythology; they are utterly ungrateful.

However, this very story was passed down as 'wisdom' by a certain tribe; instead of reflecting on it at all, they continued to act in the same way in modern times.

"How ironic,"

Even Qiongmei couldn't help but complain. She used to think that the kind of plot where the public complained and the 'hero' was morally blackmailed only existed in comics and novels; she never expected that it was recorded so clearly in the mythology of a certain tribe.

He's a real talent!

How dare they?

Is it because of the backing of 'Yawei'?

The superhuman who now calls himself 'Lord' is busy fighting the Burning Legion in America.

"elder brother,"

Will that 'Yahweh' interfere?

"How can it be,"

Not only was Qiongmei speechless, but You was also deeply speechless about the myth of the Middle Eastern little tyrant.

It's not without reason that a certain tribe claims to be Yahweh's chosen people, while everyone else is expelled from the human race: given their constant complaining and incompetence in their mythology, in other pantheons, it would be considered magnanimous for the god-king not to personally descend and grind these worthless people to dust.

As a result, Yahweh dumped everything on Moses, but in the end refused to let Moses set foot in the Promised Land. He was simply inhuman!

No, I should say she's practically a god: even a biological mother wouldn't spoil her like this.

"Yahweh will not appear,"

Yuu confirmed,
Why do Middle Eastern tyrants always shout "Good son!"?

Because that's how their mythology is written; Yahweh is practically their nanny!

Without what happened later, that "master" who walked among men would have been nothing but a bunch of good-for-nothings.

Holding the original Bible, in a world where everyone believes in Yahweh, the fact that they were able to survive for a thousand years as wanderers, hated by gods and demons, speaks volumes about the prestige of this race.

Although Yu tried to stay as close to mythology as possible, she decided against involving Yahweh: while Yahweh's followers seem to be spread all over the world, most have long since adapted to local customs and are completely different from those in the Middle East. Therefore—

"Unless He wants to be ganged up on again."

Whether Yahweh dares to show his face is entirely up to Yu himself.

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.

P.S.: Moses' experiences are clearly recorded in the Book of Numbers in the Old Testament; it's just speechless, perhaps this is just a cultural difference.

(End of this chapter)