I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 626 Following in the Footsteps of the 'Lord'
The Egyptian high priest went out for a 'stroll'.
While causing millions of deaths, it also deeply shocked the minds of people all over the world.

Unlike Ijiang, who sought 'revenge', this high priest seemed to have no grudges and appeared to have simply needed 'offerings' to reap the benefits of several cities.

Admittedly, everyone dislikes the "Middle Eastern Little Tyrant," but the thought of such a thing happening to oneself is chilling. While most extraordinary beings were powerful, they weren't interested in killing ordinary people—except for a certain extreme environmental god, the "Great Serpent."

In short, after receiving the invitation from the Egyptian government, various countries immediately launched a large-scale publicity campaign to reassure the public.

Since Egypt has invited various countries to "observe the ceremony," this is a signal: a signal to establish normal diplomacy. It is clear to everyone that Egypt, no, the Middle East, will inevitably be ruled by this ancient Egyptian high priest in the future. We must hurry up and show respect to him to avoid being buried by the yellow sand in the future.

Think about it carefully, those extraordinary powerhouses from island nations, whether it's that principal in Tokyo, the strongest Onmyoji in history, or even the siblings from the Sea Kingdom...
They all prefer to stay at home, which actually makes them the least impactful to humans.

Unlike Duke Yanyang, who wiped out a large number of superhumans as soon as he appeared!
This high priest swept through an entire country, causing millions of deaths: yet he appeared nonchalant, a chilling sight.

The good and the bad of an extraordinary era

It's truly a matter of personal experience, like drinking water – only the person drinking it knows whether it's hot or cold.

Besides numerous countries preparing gifts and making pilgrimages to pay homage to a certain high priest, countries with even a modicum of power and ambition are also closely watching another issue:
Where did that archangel who called himself 'Longinus' go?!
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Longinus,

This name is extremely famous.

For it was he who killed the 'Lord' who was bound to the cross: with the weapon in his hand, the 'Spear of Longinus'!
Historical records indicate that he was originally a Roman soldier who would have received various government subsidies if he had lived to retirement. However, Longinus's eyes were almost blind due to illness, making a normal retirement impossible.

When the Lord was nailed to the cross, to confirm whether he was dead, Longinus thrust his spear into his side, and blood immediately flowed out.

The blood splattered into Longinus's eyes, restoring his sight; the Lord not only did not blame him, but even healed his wounds; such selfless love instantly moved the soldier.

From then on, Longinus abandoned his identity as a soldier and traveled around as a monk to heal the sick.

He was posthumously canonized as a 'saint' and also known as Saint Longinus.

His spear, as a sacred object, fell into the hands of Constantine the Great, Charlemagne, Barbarossa, Frederick II, and even a certain 'Head of State' in the end. Just like in mythology, whoever wielded this spear was invincible, but would die instantly if he lost it.

Of course, no one knows whether these myths and legends are true or false.

But now, an angel calling himself 'Longinus' has appeared!
Then it disappeared again.

The Holy Roman Empire, which was neither holy nor Roman, has long since vanished.
Whether it's Italy, the "orthodox Roman nation," or Turkey, which even changed its name to "Istanbul," they all wish the angels would fly to their homes—they don't need to worry about being judged as "heretics," after all, those guys in the Holy City didn't have the angels bring down death on the spot, so they have even less reason to be afraid.

Even the Pope of the Vatican eagerly awaited the outcome, but unfortunately, the result was:
"what?!"

"An angel flew to America?"

Upon receiving this news, countless countries' first reaction was to unleash divine punishment.

The abstract things America does every year, does it really warrant a major flood? No, given America's current situation, a major flood might actually be a boon.

The Burning Legion is closing in, and the Holy Church, which worships the 'Father of the Sea,' seems to be a sect that excels at 'swimming': if they were to launch a great flood and submerge America, they might actually resolve the crisis there.

Unfortunately, that 'Longinus' doesn't seem to have the power to unleash a great flood, and his, or rather His, goal is—

"Are angels fighting for that young man who calls himself 'Lord'?"

Since the young 'master' of America raised his strength to the Ghost/B level, he no longer concealed his identity, and other countries immediately learned about his past.

Luigi Nicolas Mangio
A person who takes up arms for the sake of 'justice' in his heart.

Judging from his past and his actions after becoming a superhuman, he is definitely a very good person.

The nations tacitly approved of his self-proclaimed title of 'Lord': after all, he was an extraordinary and powerful being, and moreover, he stood firmly on the side of humanity, at the forefront of the 'Burning Legion,' so they let him have his 'personal preferences.'

but now--

Even angels submit to him?!

Countless powerful and influential people felt a mix of emotions upon hearing this news.
Could it be that Luigi was truly the reincarnation of 'God'?!

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at the same time,

Salt Lake City, the capital of Utah, America.

This city is the third largest inland city in western America, and its name comes from the Great Salt Lake, a huge lake located next to the city.

This lake, with an area of ​​approximately 3885 square kilometers, is the largest inland saltwater lake in the Western Hemisphere and one of the saltiest inland lakes in the world. Similar to the famous Dead Sea, it produces 27 tons of salt annually and is an important economic pillar of Salt Lake City.

Now, no one cares about this lake, or even the city next to it, because the great battle of the supernatural beings has spread here.

"Evil, halt!!"

Amidst the roar of the angel wielding a long spear, holy halos swirled around his body;

The halo continued to expand outward, instantly forming rings of light like a solar corona—this was not just for show; as the light swept over the superhumans who were fighting the fire creatures, it immediately enhanced their strength, speed, and physique.

"watt?!"

A veteran of the 'Nightmare Space' let out a strange cry.

"Power Aura, Prayer Aura, Vitality Aura"

Although each improvement is small, with so many advantages, even a rabbit could easily defeat a lion. "Cool—"

"Angels! Our reinforcements!"

The other superhumans were also greatly encouraged, and the previously shaky battle line was stabilized again.

They were already struggling to withstand the Burning Legion's onslaught, but at this critical moment, angels suddenly descended from the sky and joined the battle: the enhancement of their bodies by these halos and the boost to their morale were both visible to the naked eye.

"What the hell is this bird-like thing—"

Carrying a massive meteor hammer, the Flame Lord 'Katrina,' dressed in a leather jacket and military cap, raised an eyebrow and lifted the iron chains with a clanging sound.

"You creatures of fire, why do you slaughter humans?"

?

Upon hearing the question posed by the angel holding a spear in the sky, Katrina was first taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"I can kill if I want, it's none of your business!"

Understood,
"Demon, repent!"

With its wings spread wide, the 'angel' shrouded in layers of light swooped down; at the same time, its wings folded back, aligning with the spear in its hand, enveloped in platinum light, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, or an arrow aimed at a demon, determined not to rest until its target was destroyed.

Even though the angel was only a hundred meters from the ground, this charge was as if it had accelerated and accumulated power at an altitude of ten thousand meters!
The air was instantly 'torn apart,' and a white cone-shaped hole was visibly pierced through it; everyone who saw this shot, whether superhuman or fire creature, couldn't help but feel a shiver in their souls, having the illusion that 'this shot was enough to pierce the earth.'

? !
"Who's afraid of who?!"

The flames in her eyes suddenly rose up, and the fire lord named 'Katrina' was naturally fearless, leaping into the sky.

Splash,

The iron chain in her hand snapped straight, and then an unimaginable, brute force pulled the iron ball that had fallen behind her forward: with a force that could change the terrain with just the wind pressure, it whistled past 'Katrina' and met her spear.

During this period of battle, Katrina broke through to the Demon level, becoming a true 'Flame Lord', which is also the reason why the human side was caught in a bitter battle.

One pierced down from the sky, the other leaped up from the earth.

The platinum-gold spear and the giant black-red meteor hammer collided instantly!
boom----------

The two forces clashed fiercely, creating an annihilating force that swept outwards, instantly collapsing dilapidated buildings and ruthlessly erasing superhumans and fire creatures caught in the aftershocks, forming a massive, spreading death zone.

The sky roared and the earth trembled.

A figure flew backward, hammer and all, and crashed heavily onto the ground.

The dilapidated human structures did nothing to stop the raging mud and sand, accompanied by a roar like a tsunami, carving a deep, ugly scar across the city, stretching for kilometers before finally stopping.

"This is impossible?!"

From within the kilometer-long crater, behind the enormous iron ball, came the Flame Lord's incredulous voice.

She was, after all, a daughter of a duke, born with the strength of a tiger, and with a little combat training, she would reach the level of a demon.
He was knocked away in a single exchange?
How could she accept this?!
"Come again——"

boom,

A ball of flame rose up beside Katrina as she struggled to her feet, and a white-haired man with a dashing, wandering appearance—her elder brother 'Akash'—emerged from the flames.

He was fighting with that 'Luigi' before, but unexpectedly, something went wrong with Katrina.

"Retreat first,"

Behind his sunglasses, his gaze swept over the figure enveloped in platinum light and possessing wings. The duke's eldest son then gave the order.

This is probably humanity's ambush. Ha, they're using this trick again.

"Wait, I can still—"

Before Katrina could say anything, Akash reached out and grabbed her, disappearing from the flames with her.

???

"Retreat, retreat!"

With their leader gone, the remaining 'fire creatures' immediately turned and ran at the beckoning of several humanoid commanders.

In just a few seconds, the battlefield, which had been fiercely fighting just moments before, suddenly fell silent.

Only the destroyed city silently tells of extraordinary terror.

"This is."

As the leader of this superhuman, Luigi was also puzzled by their retreat; however, his gaze was soon drawn to the figure that floated down.

The other party had a halo above their head, a pair of wings behind them, and was enveloped in golden-white light. What else could it be but an 'angel'?
Is it because I call myself 'Lord' that—

As Luigi frowned, the other man lowered his spear and knelt on one knee facing him.
"host!"

???

(End of this chapter)