I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 627 Inheritance
"Big news! Big news!"

Excited voices rang out across the ruins of Salt Lake City. Who else could be so 'energetic' at a time like this, besides a certain news king?
Only KYG would dare to go to a battlefield with multiple ghost-level enemies to start a live stream: after realizing they couldn't catch him, the Flame Lords could only choose to ignore this guy who was wandering on the edge of the battlefield.

"Ladies and gentlemen, look! An 'angel' has descended from the sky and is kneeling before Louis, the man who calls himself 'Lord'."

As KYG's camera focused on the past, countless people witnessed the 'angel' with wings on its back, a holy halo on its head, and its body wrapped in platinum-gold holy light kneeling down to submit to the man who called himself 'Lord'.

this? !

Even the 'angel' didn't kneel before him?
This gesture truly makes him seem like humanity's 'savior'!
Leaving aside the Pope of the Vatican who fainted from heartache and the various churches suffering from heart attacks, at least most people are jubilant.

In this era where extraordinary beings can destroy cities and countries at will, with their aftershocks sweeping across millions of miles, people are just grateful if extraordinary beings don't harbor any ill will towards ordinary people. If an extraordinary being were to explicitly state that "God loves the world," regardless of whether he is truly a "master," ordinary people would absolutely welcome him.

"It really is 'the Lord'!"

"Lord, you are incredibly powerful—"

"Is this even a lie? You know I've always been a faithful follower of the Lord!"

Even the extraordinary individuals on the battlefield were clamoring: some belonged to the Grand Commander's command, while others were 'veterans' of the space. But regardless of their identities, none of them wanted to see their homeland set ablaze.

Faced with this sacred scene, they almost switched sides to Luigi's side on the spot.

"Lord, you..."

Unlike these optimistic superhumans, Odero, who was wrapped in lightning, and Sekus, who was engulfed in flames, flew over and, judging from their postures, they were actually subtly surrounding the angel.

Only family members know their own affairs; don't be fooled by their constant use of the word "master."
But as Luigi's core team, don't they know where their power comes from?

The legendary 'Lord' did not have the ability to strip the enemy of their power and transform it into 'extraordinary characteristics,' but rather gave it away selflessly.

Now that this angel, who is clearly the 'real deal,' has descended from the heavens, how could they not panic? In fact, because of the fierce battle, they didn't even know that this 'Longinus' had come from the Holy City.

“I am not your ‘master’, you do not need to kneel before me.”

Under everyone's gaze, Luigi slowly spoke, shocking the world!

???

What does this mean?
Countless people who heard all this through the live stream were completely dumbfounded.

Oh my god, there's no need to make such a big fuss about this!

Luigi's followers' expressions changed, and a few of the quicker ones turned to look in KYG's direction:
That damn news king, he's still filming?!
Is there no right to privacy anymore?

Meanwhile, the core members, including Lubergen, Unos, and Soren, who had arrived, tensed up and were on high alert, ready to attack any 'angel' that made any unusual move!

In this somber atmosphere, the angel, who was kneeling on one knee, slowly raised his head.

His face was obscured by platinum holy light; only his raised right hand, with his index finger extended forward, could be seen.

"Lord, look—"

?

Slightly startled,
Luigi also raised his right hand and pointed with his index finger.

The angel kneels and raises his hand, while the saint bows his head and extends his finger, the two fingers touching, just like the famous Sistine Chapel ceiling fresco in the Vatican, Michelangelo's "The Creation of Adam".

In a flash, Luigi realized that his mind had entered an unfamiliar area.

"Hello, young man."

The gentle voice in front of him made him look in the direction of the voice. It was a fair-skinned man wearing a white clergy robe, with a silver cross hanging on his chest. His black hair was draped down his back, but the ends, like his beard, were a pale yellowish-gold color.

His deep brown eyes were filled with compassion, and after noticing Luigi's gaze, he nodded slightly to him.

"By the time you see this message, I will already be dead."

"Virtual personality?"

Luigi himself was an expert in 'mind' and immediately saw that the man in front of him was just a 'virtual personality'.

"Exactly,"

“I left this message within my disciples,”

"If a successor emerges one day, perhaps they can offer you some assistance."

As the man spoke, his identity became clear: the 'savior' who walked the world more than two thousand years ago, the one who truly spread the name 'Yahweh' throughout the world, the one who was nailed to the cross!
"Sorry, I borrowed your name."

Luigi bowed to the other person not only for that, but also for:

"As far as I know, more than two thousand years ago, you launched a war of gods in an attempt to expel all gods and supernatural beings from this world?"

From the perspective of modern history, there is no doubt that he succeeded: at least as times progressed, people became less and less concerned about so-called 'gods and demons,' until the supernatural reappeared—

The 'Sun Island' in the Pacific Ocean, 'R'lyeh' in the south, and the 'Sky Continent' floating in the north of the planet all demonstrate the power of the 'gods' and the insignificance and fragility of humankind.

"I failed,"

The 'virtual personality' before me sighed.
"Since you are here, it means that the 'disciples' I left behind have also been activated, ushering in the age of gods."

It has come again!

"Neither gods nor those in power should act arbitrarily."

Luigi calmly stared at the 'virtual personality' before him. With his abilities, he could have easily defeated and broken through it with violence, but his respect for his senior prevented him from doing so.

"All I have to do is follow my heart."

Protect more people!

“Very good, successor.”

Jesus' 'virtual persona' smiled contentedly.

"However, this path is not easy, and there is a major enemy, so..."

After speaking, the virtual personality collapsed on the spot, turning into countless memories, images, and knowledge that surged toward Luigi like a gentle breeze or a flowing stream.

"This is all I can leave to future generations, and I don't know if it will be of any use in this era."

"I've given it all to you—"

Take it, and then go even further.

real world,

Amidst the battlefield's superhumans, followers, and KYG's live stream footage, Luigi struck the classic 'God Creates Adam' pose, his finger touching the angel's fingertip; however, he only paused for a moment before withdrawing his finger.

"Arise, Longinus."

"From now on, I will need your help."

Upon hearing his words, the angel who had been kneeling on one knee rose and stood guard behind Luigi, holding a long spear.

"I will obey the Lord's will!" He is the angel who was once Longinus after his death; his duty is to be the Lord's spear and pierce through all enemies!
???

This left Labergen and the others looking at each other in bewilderment. Audero was the first to react, stepping forward and casually patting the 'angel' on the shoulder.

"Oh, so you're one of us. From now on, we'll fight side by side. Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything!"

Archangel Longinus:
"As you can see, this angel defeated 'Flame Lord' Katrina as soon as she appeared."

"Humanity has gained another expert! Congratulations!"

KYG's live stream echoed across the battlefield. He did indeed call himself "the dog of the Sea Kingdom," but he didn't want humanity to perish: without an audience, who was he streaming for, the people of the Sea Kingdom?

In fact, his live stream audience is no longer limited to humans; all sorts of extraordinary beings watch his live stream, including but not limited to the 'Sea Kingdom Clan,' the 'Burning Legion,' the 'Egyptian Priests,' Ijiang, and even a certain young lady. It can be said to be the best way to understand the extraordinary world.

Apart from a certain 'principal', other extraordinary powerhouses do not have the means to monitor the entire world and therefore need someone like KYG.

This is why he went to various battlefields every day but was never injured.

No one would intentionally target 'war correspondents'.

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.

Egypt,

Outside the newly built, magnificent 'magic temple'.

"That angel who dared to stop Lord Imhotep went to America?"

A group of teenagers dressed in black priestly robes were also watching a live stream on their tablets.

"It's only because I'm fast that I was caught by the adults!"

"Of course, the High Priest is the strongest."

They were all Amir's friends. As the saying goes, "When one attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven." After Amir became Imhotep's disciple, he naturally "promoted" them to the position of apprentice priests, and everyone gained extraordinary powers.

Compared to their previous precarious refugee life, this is like a meteoric rise.

Not only them, but even the refugees who fled from the Middle East were given resettlement and food: citizens who were originally unwilling to settle in 'New Cairo' were filled with great enthusiasm after witnessing the power of the High Priest, and their applications for relocation instantly overwhelmed the Egyptian government.

The freed-up space was perfect for settling these refugees.

but--

late!

To relocate to 'New Cairo' now, one needs to pass a series of tests:

Not only does it include ancient Egyptian language, but also hieroglyphics, physical fitness tests, and so on, making countless long-time Cairo residents suffer and spend every day in training classes.

what?
You ask why I don't have to go to work?
I already have the 'National Guardian Extraordinary' power, why would I need to go to work!
Besides, isn't serving the supernatural a job? Even if it involves singing praises and flattering, if you can't understand it, isn't that just nonsense?

The 'Ancient Egyptian' of Imhotep and Anzulnam is a copy of a soul retrieved from the River Styx, guaranteed to be 100% 'authentic'. As for any shortcomings, countless echoes of historians' souls automatically filled in the gaps. As for the difficulty of learning it:

What does it have to do with him?
How to simplify writing, including hieroglyphics, and promote education is a matter for the Egyptian government.

In short, Egypt is now caught up in a frenzy of learning 'ancient culture'. If you can't even speak a few words of 'ancient Egyptian', can you really call yourself Egyptian?

Meanwhile, diplomats and superhumans from various countries arrived with a large number of 'gifts': this is also the reason why Cairo residents don't have to go to work. These supplies alone are enough to sustain 20 million people for more than ten years. They should hurry up and get down to business!
Learn about ancient Egypt, and even become extraordinary!

Snap,

"Don't waste your time here, you all need to work harder too."

Amid the applause, Amir, with a huge stone book of dark gladiators hanging from his waist, walked over.

"As more and more people receive the 'blessing,' there will only be more and more people serving the teacher. If you stand still, you will have to be transferred away from Luo."

? !
"Yes, Brother Amir!"

Upon hearing this, the many young men and women straightened up, raised their heads, and responded in unison.

The so-called 'blessing' is the 'sacrifice ritual' that Amir once presided over, which used one hundred cows, one hundred sheep, and one hundred kilograms of wheat as a price to turn an ordinary person into a superhuman—a price that made the whole world drool.

While the island nation's extraordinary potions are certainly impressive, their success rate has always been a problem, with many people dying after taking them.

To become an extraordinary being on one's own, one must be close to Tokyo: the concentration of spiritual energy there is higher, which is why countless people flock to Tokyo.

As for America? To receive the blessings of the 'Father in the Sea,' one must first be a believer, and then accumulate merit; as for the senior members under the command of the 'Lord in Heaven,' no one knows how to join, and all members keep quiet, making it more like a secret society.

Since the Sea Kingdom has no enemies now, it naturally won't distribute 'extraordinary pearls'; this has made many people wish for another war there, so that at least they could advance to a higher level.

In short, becoming a superhuman is no longer that difficult, but it is by no means something that ordinary people can aspire to.

But now it's different; all it takes is a 'mere' hundred cattle and sheep to become an extraordinary being!
As for the 100 jin of wheat, it was just an extra item.

It is conceivable-

"The Cairo docks are overflowing with people who want to serve the teachers."

Amir earnestly warned his companions that those people were all bringing their own 'materials' to seek advancement: as soon as High Priest Imhotep gave the go-ahead, he could immediately create a large group of superhumans. This would definitely impact their small group.

"I don't want to see anyone fall behind, understand?"

"clear!!"

These young men and women nodded emphatically in response. Their good days as superior people had just begun, how could they bear to give them up?

"To become a trainee priest, one also needs to train and become stronger."

"Don't always think about relying on 'dark gladiatorial combat.' If you lose, you will pay the price!"

As the host, Amir would certainly make the gladiatorial combat advantageous to his side, but the disparity couldn't be too great; after all, this was a ritual to please the gods, and if the strength difference was too great, not only would he not receive a reward, but he would also incur the wrath of the gods.

In other words, there is a possibility of failure in every 'battle'.

"Let's go exercise now!"

"I'm going to practice my marksmanship, what about you?"

"I'll choose a short sword and shield; let's focus on winning the first 'Dark Gladiator' match first."

After listening to Amir's instructions, the group of young apprentice priests prepared to go to the 'Temple of War' for intensive training: given their status, they could invite martial arts masters and weapons experts from ordinary people; coupled with their extraordinary physical qualities, mastering combat skills in a short time would not be difficult.

All that remains is real combat experience and the courage to step into the 'dark gladiatorial arena'.

If they did lose in the gladiatorial combat, their 'cards' would also be plundered by their opponents—this was the rule of the dark gladiatorial combats of ancient Egypt, and it was something these apprentice priests could never defy.

"it is good,"

Seeing his teammates' high spirits, Amir nodded with satisfaction.

Next, he was to enter the temple to meet his teacher, the high priest Imhotep.

(End of this chapter)