I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 623 Angels Descend?

"resurrection?!"

"Wait, could this be..."

While the most affectionate couple in "ancient Egypt" were passionately kissing in front of the whole world, countless extraordinary individuals and powerful figures rushed to the screen, wishing they could bury their heads in it and take the place of the person in the bald high priest's arms!
Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with their sexual orientation; it's just that:

"A perfect resurrection?!"

"Zoom in, zoom in!!"

"The texture of this flesh and blood is indeed—"

The screen went black, and the last image was of a high priest waving goodbye while passionately embracing someone.

"A perfect resurrection? This..."

Back in the office of the High School of Curses in Tokyo, Sora was also somewhat surprised.

She was watching the battle through her brother's 'Yata no Kagami' (a mirror-like object), so the live stream wouldn't be interrupted by the high priest's magical attacks. Therefore, she was even more certain that the resurrected ancient Egyptian beauty was indeed flesh and blood, perfectly resurrected!
"The resurrection techniques of ancient Egypt were so sophisticated?"

Maybe so~~

Yu remained noncommittal. He didn't know how powerful the ancient Egyptian resurrection techniques were, but the 'Reincarnation' technique was indeed formidable.

That's right. Don't be fooled by the high priest's involvement with pyramids and incantations and sacrifices; he is actually 'Anubis'—Yu's disguise—and is pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Yu has awakened the Rinnegan on his own, no longer with those fake purple eye circles: Madara needed Hashirama's flesh and blood, but Yu doesn't need to go through that trouble. He is essentially an Otsutsuki, and can become stronger by following the proper steps.

The Reincarnation Technique can perfectly revive a person.

And can Yu's chakra ever run out?

The cost of resurrecting people was negligible to him: whether it was 'Imoton' or 'Anzunam', they were essentially two 'lucky ones' that Yu randomly picked.

They were originally a couple, and the man was the head of a mafia family who died in the aftermath of some battle. Because of his strong obsession with the soul, Yu noticed him and, after instilling a lot of knowledge about 'ancient Egypt' in them, they were ready to make their grand entrance.

Being able to get back together is due to both luck and deep affection.

"Although it seems like a lot of 'sacrifice' is needed to resurrect them, surely the extraordinary powerhouses wouldn't care?"

After seeing the scene in the mirror, Qiong Mei knew that the whole world must be in an uproar.

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.

And indeed, as Qiongmei said,
The high priest destroyed a large number of unmanned reconnaissance aircraft with a wave of his hand, but his feat of resurrecting his lover still caused a landslide and tsunami-like impact on this planet!

resurrection!

This is a 'resurrection' performance put on for the whole world!
How can we avoid making the experts and powerful feel extremely excited?
To be brought back to life is a miracle.

Even in the extraordinary era, with all sorts of amazing abilities emerging, 'resurrection' remains something that countless people yearn for but cannot obtain.

Two cases of resurrection are circulating in the supernatural community: the first is Ryoko Miyashita, the girlfriend of Jun Kishida, the former "Rain Woman" and current captain of the Underworld.

In order to resurrect his girlfriend, Jun Kishida pledged allegiance to the Lord of the Underworld at the very beginning of his supernatural arrival, working diligently for him. As expected, he was rewarded: his girlfriend, Ryoko Miyashita, was the first human to be 'resurrected' and is now studying at a high school specializing in sorcery.

However, her resurrection also had its flaws. Her body was made of grave soil, so she was immune to injury and death, but she also lost many of her functions.

For example, bodily fluid secretion, and pregnancy.

Ryoko has been troubled by this recently: Kishida Junko has a human body, but she can't even fulfill her duty to love.

I can't keep using my hands to help my boyfriend with this, can I?
The other one to be resurrected is 'Fuji Seiko' from the Metropolitan Police Department.

However, she also has a flaw: she was brought back as a "divine artifact" by 'Kawa and Mai'. She looks similar to a normal person, but she is actually an "energy body". Without a physical body, there are always many inconveniences.

As for 'Kawama', hers wasn't a resurrection, but rather a 'generational change': she escaped from Sun Island by relying on the characteristics of faith in God.

The price was the loss of all memories: to those who knew her, what difference was there between that and death?
There's also 'Teach' under Miss Jiukong's command, and those 'Great Demons of the Warring States';
Similar to Ryoko Miyashita, and now she has vanished without a trace.

Therefore, one can imagine the excitement of extraordinary individuals and dignitaries around the world who witnessed the 'perfect resurrection' of their lover by this ancient Egyptian high priest!

Who doesn't have a regretful, unrequited love? Deceased parents? Or even more so, someone who, after their own death, asks this high priest to resurrect them. Of course, asking this high priest to act would be fraught with difficulties, costly, and almost impossible!

However, having a chance is always better than having no hope at all.

"Perfect resurrection?"

Wearing a tattered black robe with red clouds, and holding a mobile phone, Yijiang stopped in her tracks.

"Oh? Interesting."

Behind this priest stands a 'God of the Underworld'.

The Great Tengu, who had descended gracefully, also fixed his gaze on the phone that Ie was holding.

"However, even the gods of the underworld from foreign lands cannot resurrect a large number of people without any limit: your companions are not a small number."

"I know,"

Yi Jiang put away his phone. As he continued to collect the 'Fragments of the Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi,' the 'Eye of the Moon' plan that the Great Tengu had mentioned was getting closer and closer. And—even if he went to Egypt, would the High Priest really resurrect his companions for him?

impossible.

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.

"My dear, I've been resurrected?"

Yellow sand covered most of Tel Aviv, and a tall pyramid stood on the Mediterranean coast.

At the top of the pyramid, the eyes of the newly resurrected 'Anzuna' gradually became more lively.

"Of course!"

The bald high priest smiled and took the right hand of the beautiful woman, who was dressed in ancient Egyptian style.

"I am the most powerful priest in Egypt."

“Ansunam, this time, there will be no more blind pharaohs or the Golden Eagle warriors of ‘Ra’ causing trouble. We can do whatever we want!”

"Ah, is that so?"

The Egyptian beauty Anshunam was stunned for a moment, in her 'memory':

The pharaoh who was "blind" could only be considered a figurehead, but the golden eagle warriors who received the blessing of "Ra" were not to be trifled with, and there were many of them: even a divine blood warrior like her, and the most powerful priest Imhotep, fell to the siege of these guys.

Of course, Imhotep's death at the hands of the Golden Eagle Warriors was also partly due to Anklub's influence.

"Welcome back, mistress!"

As Ansunam's gaze swept over, Amir, who was kneeling on one knee atop the giant statue in the yellow sand, immediately and tactfully offered his congratulations.

“I am Amir, Lord Imhotep’s apprentice.”

"Um,"

With a reserved nod, the ancient Egyptian beauty Anshunam's gaze swept around before settling on the distant 'city'. "What are those?"

“The village built by our slaves.”

Imhotep answered matter-of-factly.
“I heard they were led here by a traitor named Moses; now, it’s time to let them return to their rightful place.”

After gathering enough offerings, Imhotep's first act was to resurrect his lover. His body was still covered in withered marks, making him appear half-human, half-mummy. The essence of these slaves' flesh and blood was naturally "accepted" by him.

"That high priest has started his 'flat push' again,"

"Judging from his physical condition, is he replenishing himself through 'sacrifice'?"

"It is obvious that the ancient Egyptian pantheon favored sacrifices and wonders, so the high priest's behavior is completely understandable."

During Imhotep's "de-urbanization," numerous folklore experts in the defense ministries of various countries engaged in heated discussions, ultimately agreeing that it was a perfectly normal phenomenon.

This high priest was a figure from three thousand years ago, when a certain tribe was a slave in Egypt, used to build temples and pyramids, and incidentally sacrificed to the Ennead. Just like cattle and sheep, now that the high priest has returned, he is ill and naturally uses the flesh and blood of slaves to fill the void.

However, there is still a problem.
"I remember the population there was nearly ten million?"

"Hopefully, this quantity will satisfy that high priest, otherwise—"

Experts and military personnel from various countries analyzed the situation while praying: "Please, please don't let the population run out in the end, or we'll be in big trouble."

Under the silent gaze of the world, the pyramids that resurrected the ancient Egyptian beauty collapsed; the colossal statues of the yellow sand strode away, heading east, towards the capital of the Middle Eastern tyrant.

Holy City!

This city has a history of three thousand years.

It is a holy site for Catholicism, Neo-Orthodoxy, Eastern Orthodoxy, and other religions. Historically, Arabs and Europeans fought for this city for thousands of years, each having their own period of occupation.

Decades ago, this city was seized by Middle Eastern powers with guns and cannons, becoming their capital. In the old city, there are the famous Western Wall and Temple Mount, the Dome of the Rock and Al-Aqsa Mosque, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre and the Via Dolorosa.
As for other tombs and residences bearing the names of 'saints' or 'disciples', they are countless.

It's practically a place built from religious sanctuaries.

But now, this religious city is facing utter destruction.

Rumble, rumble! ! ! !
Outside the city, the sands surged, the boundless desert like a rolling sea, rushing towards this ancient city: the ancient high priest from Egypt was about to indifferently trample, bury, and destroy everything.

boom! boom! boom!
Amidst the surging yellow sands, like a tidal wave, stands a giant, bald priest statue, its entire body gleaming with golden light.

Three people were standing on its shoulders.

The leader was, of course, Imhotep, the bald man in black robes. Thanks to the sacrifices of these slaves, his body had almost fully recovered.

Beside him stood Ansunam, whose long black hair was adorned with emeralds, agates, amethysts, lapis lazuli, and green gems. As a blood warrior, she did not need to shave her head, but her long hair was still decorated with various glittering precious objects.

She wore a thin black linen dress, with a ribbon tied below her chest. The ribbon went from front to back and back to front, tied in a knot, with the two ends hanging down to her knees. It was both elegant and sensual, making her figure look even more alluring.

As for the one standing with his head bowed behind him, that was naturally the 'apprentice priest' Amir.

"What a terrifying demonic force!"

"But before the power of the Lord, all is vanity!"

Faced with the surging yellow sand and the ever-approaching golden, bald-headed priest statue, the city's wealthy and powerful who could escape had already fled. Those who couldn't escape could only kneel on the spot, repeatedly making the sign of the cross and pressing their palms together in prayer.

"God, have mercy on me according to your loving-kindness!"

"Incline your ear and answer me, for I am wretched and needy—"

"Lord of hosts, rise up! May your enemies be scattered!!"

Countless desperate, grief-stricken, and desperate prayers echoed across the city; meanwhile, countries around the world closely monitored the changes through satellites, drones, and even live broadcasts from personnel stationed in the holy city.

After all, if we're talking about the place in the world with the strongest 'religious' character, then without a doubt it's this city!
Whether Catholic, Protestant, Eastern Orthodox, or any other religion, this place is universally recognized as a holy site and a spiritual refuge for countless believers.
If Yahweh truly still favors His believers,
Or rather, if someone cares about the world, they won't let this city be destroyed; conversely:

“Oh my God!!!”

"host------"

As the endless yellow sand advanced to the edge of the city, the tremors of the earth caused the kneeling prayers to erupt in frenzied shouts. Perhaps their 'devotion' moved the gods, or perhaps they were simply unable to bear the noise any longer, but suddenly, a beam of platinum light shot into the sky from a church in the old city.

? ? ? ? ?

coming! !
Almost everyone who was watching the battlefield was jolted awake, and even Qiong Mei, who was watching the show at the Spellcasting Academy, subconsciously sat up.

"Yahweh has finally made his move!"

"That's hard to say."

You gave a faint denial. He had already said that Yahweh wouldn't step forward, so he definitely wouldn't.

As for the current anomaly, it's not about salvation, but rather...
"Halt, foreign clergy!"

As golden light soared into the sky, a strong and steady voice rang out: It seemed to be the language of ancient Rome, but anyone could understand it: For extraordinary powerhouses, conveying their thoughts with words was already standard practice.

at the same time,

Pure white, sparkling, star-like objects drifted down slowly, like countless giant snowflakes falling.

No, those weren't snowflakes, but pure white feathers; with each feather falling, a hymn of praise resounded; instantly filling countless people, overjoyed and in tears, with courage, as if the yellow sand and demons outside the city were no longer worthy of fear.

"My name is Longinus!"

"This is the city of the Lord. Those who blaspheme God's power will perish in God's wrath!"

Accompanied by a majestic voice, a figure with enormous white wings floated out from the pillar of light; a halo of holy light shone above his head, and his whole body was shrouded in a soft holy light like a feather robe, making his face impossible to see clearly, giving him a perfect outline of ethereal holiness.

Holding an ancient spear stained with blood, he did not appear fierce at all, but rather all the more sacred, heroic, and fearless.

"Angel?!"

"An angel has descended—"

"Ignorant sinners! How dare you offend the majesty of our Lord with the power of the devil?"

Witnessing the sudden appearance of an angel, those who had been resigned to their fate were overjoyed! They stood up and pointed at the enormous golden priest outside the city, cursing him angrily!

"Ah,"

Faced with this situation, High Priest Imhotep did not panic at all; instead, he smiled slightly.

"A mere 'Archangel' dares to block my path?"

"However, I'm not an unreasonable person—"

Imhotep raised a finger and pointed at the angry crowd outside the Holy City, standing atop the colossus.

"Angel of God, look closely, are these your Lord's followers?"

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(End of this chapter)