I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 634 The World Is Quiet

Big Mao

"Ok?"

On the east bank of the Yenisei River, a large number of extraordinary creatures are slowly retreating;

After leaving behind a large number of corpses, their living environment immediately became 'more relaxed,' and their food supply could last until spring: when the salmon returned, they would have plenty of food again. At the same time, more ordinary animals would evolve into extraordinary creatures under the stimulation of 'spiritual power.'

Then they wait for the next 'winter disaster': this is the main theme of Slavic mythology. If the 'white god' Beloberg wins, spring will return to the earth.

If 'Black God' Chernobog wins, the world will be frozen!
Of course, the so-called 'world' is just Russia's territory;

The waters over in those island nations are too deep; not even gods, let alone humans, would be willing to venture there easily.

"Your Majesty, shall we give chase?"

Looking up at the superhuman creatures that had left the battlefield, the inhumanly burly Zangief stepped forward and asked softly.

Compared to the 'world' he lived in, this was a place where the strong roamed freely; so Zangief accepted the Emperor's invitation to come here and help them fight.

It is also to hone one's physical skills and techniques.

"No,"

The Great Emperor of Great Mao shook his head. This 'winter disaster' had come to an abrupt end not because they had repelled the enemy, but because:

"By order of Lord You, to celebrate the birth of your offspring, the entire world shall observe a 100-day truce!"

"By order of Lord You, to celebrate the birth of your offspring, the entire world shall observe a 100-day truce!"

"Your Majesty has given the order."

Special police officers from the island nation's Extraordinary Countermeasures Division sped overhead, continuously announcing that they all wore 'mind spell charms,' meaning their words could be understood by all beings, including those extraordinary creatures, without needing translation!

Clearly, ordinary supernatural beings might not know what 'Yu-kun' is or whether it's edible; but 'Chernoberg offspring' would certainly understand.

It was this black dragon's roar that caused the bloodthirsty supernatural beings to withdraw from the battlefield.

These special police officers from the Extraordinary Countermeasures Division did not say what would happen if they did not comply.

But even the 'winter disaster,' which never knew the meaning of retreat, obediently withdrew, so the Russian side naturally wouldn't make any rash moves.

“Let’s go back too,”

"Can we eat? Great!"

"We're starving! None of you are allowed to take it from us!"

The brothers, Wind God and Thunder God, who had been spouting "strongman quotes" before, immediately revealed their true colors upon hearing that there was food to be had; they warned the others in a harsh tone, causing Zangief to roll his eyes.

In their 'King of Fighters Demi-Dimension', teams of three usually consisted of three people. However, the Feng Lei brothers killed their companion over a fight over food, which resulted in no one daring or willing to team up with them, and they were unable to participate in the tournament.

It’s also talent.

Of course, Zangief would also keep his distance from the two guys during meals.

There's no need to be beaten up for no reason.

"Silvermane Iron Guards, clean up the battlefield!"

After glancing at the departing extraordinary beings, the Emperor gave a loud order.

"The war is over!"

Although it's only a temporary 'truce,' at least we can rest and relax.

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.

America

"Huh? A ceasefire? Why?!"

Katrina, the 'Flame Lord', carrying a huge meteor hammer and wearing a leather military cap, looked surprised.

"I'll go shoot those guys flying overhead right now."

"This is Dad's wish, and—"

Pushing up his sunglasses, Akash, the eldest son with white hair, a tie, and a trench coat, raised his hand to tell his younger sister to calm down.

“I have already dispatched a ‘servant army,’ you can just watch quietly.”

On one side is a lava volcano, and on the other side is a lake city. The same conversation also rang out among the crowd in the 'Sanctuary'. They had naturally heard of that 'Yu-kun', but you island nation are extraordinary, and you dare to interfere with us Americans?
You say we won't fight, but where do we put our pride—no, our freedom?
And most importantly, even if they don't fight, what about the Burning Legion on the other side? They don't seem like they'd be afraid of that "principal's" presence at all, do they?
Sure enough, a fire army of over a thousand soon advanced towards their position: among the large number of fire creatures were dozens of 'traitors' in command, making the superhumans behind Luigi grit their teeth in hatred.

These guys not only have a thorough understanding of human society, but also actively act as 'guides';

They also organized several ambushes, which gave the 'Sanctuary' a real headache.

"Lord, let me tear them apart!"

Audero, his face contorted with rage, stepped forward, his body crackling with lightning, clearly indicating that his strength had increased significantly; of course, his volatile temper had also intensified.

"No,"

Luigi raised his hand to stop Oderoth and calmly watched the advancing Flame Legion.

The 'principal' in Tokyo is said to be at the Dragon level in strength, and is also a mysterious 'Onmyoji'; he specializes in fighting by 'simulating gods' with magic. Just how strong he is, no one can say for sure, because it's truly:

Too much of a homebody!
He spends his days either at home or in the principal's office, living a life almost like an ascetic compared to other superhumans.

Of course, everyone has their own life. Perhaps, in that person's opinion, teaching and educating people is also a kind of joy?
Since this powerful figure, who is usually just a background character, has suddenly spoken, Luigi will definitely have to give him face.

Not to mention that they used to be disguised as the 'Akatsuki' organization to get through their weak development period.

The principal's actions in stabilizing the world alone are enough for Luigi to respect.

Therefore, he remained inactive.

"Ok?"

Among the advancing fire creatures on the opposite side,

Those 'captains' and 'commanders' who were transformed from humans were all taken aback.

Logically, seeing them advance like this, the other side should have responded; however, those guys all stood still, and although many glared at them angrily, they did not make a move.

Even the 'angel' standing behind the young man who called himself 'Lord' had his wings folded and the tip of his gun pointed to the ground.

What does it mean?
Forget it, it's better not to make a move!

"attack--"

As the 'Commander' shouted, all the fire creatures, whether transformed from humans or spawned by the 'Fire Lords,' looked up and opened their mouths:
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
One after another, explosive fireballs shot into the sky, their sheer number creating a crimson "barrage" that covered the entire battlefield, all falling towards Luigi's location.

Fireball

This is a spell that all fire creatures can cast. Some powerful fire creatures can even spit out bursting fireballs that are like venomous little suns!

Thousands of 'fire creatures' launched an attack simultaneously, instantly filling the sky with rising fireballs—a sight even a volley of human heavy artillery couldn't match. Moreover, artillery shells that injure with shrapnel and shockwaves are nowhere near as terrifying as these fireballs.

Once it falls, it will be enough to completely submerge, ignite, and burn this ravaged city to ashes!

"Protect the Lord!"

As thousands of fireballs hurtled toward them, Audero, Secus, and the others rushed forward: even if Luigi wouldn't be harmed by the flames, they had to stop them.

However, to everyone's eyes, the thousands of fireballs that fell suddenly began to shrink in size and their light began to disappear, just like snowflakes under the scorching sun.

They vanished before they even landed!

?

"This is."

"Lord, look across the way—"

Rabogen, dressed as a pastor, stepped forward and gestured to the opposite side.

As he spoke, everyone looked around and saw that the thousands of fire creatures that had launched the attack were all standing still.

The flames on them had been extinguished, and both their texture and color had become pale, thin, and fragile. Just like the saying goes: they had burned out.

call,

As an evening breeze swept by, large swathes of fiery creatures shattered and turned to ashes.

However, the black and red earth beneath their feet was still alive with leaping flames and flowing lava, completely unaffected; it was as if an eraser had wiped away the pencil outlines on a picture, while the rest remained unchanged.

???

Many extraordinary individuals couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

What kind of tactic is this? I can't even understand it: if they had made their move just now, would they have done the same?
Even a reckless man like Audero realized this: since that 'principal' had said there would be no war for a hundred days, who would dare to ignore it? This is the consequence!

"Their flames went out in an instant,"

On the distant volcano, several 'Flame Lords' had solemn expressions, and the priestess Dubra spoke softly.

"Do you see anything?"

No one answered, and they couldn't figure out what kind of attack it was.

In this situation, even defense is out of the question, especially if it's aimed at them—

"retreat."

Akash, the eldest son with a dashing, rebellious air, gave the order.
These thousands of fire creatures were originally a test: the 'principal' directly wiped out this army using unknown means, so what else is there to say?
Unless they want to test whether they can withstand it.

"Humph,"

Even someone as stubborn as Katrina simply picked up her flail without saying a word.

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.

Cairo,

Splash, splash,

Amidst the creaking of chains, two extraordinary individuals stepped into the yellow sand at the center of the temple.

The way they looked at each other was very complicated, because they came from the same place, and even the same department: but now, their country was gone, and they had become slaves of that high priest.

"In the presence of the high priest, the losers fall into the River Styx, and the victors are set free."

Amir stepped forward and announced the rules of the gladiatorial combat.

On the main seat of the temple, a bald priest and an elegant ancient Egyptian beauty leaned against each other.

In the surrounding stands, there were Egyptian military personnel, journalists from the Sea Kingdom, and extraordinary individuals from various countries who came to pay homage to the High Priest and watch the 'glades'.

click,

clang-

As the iron chains were removed, they fell into the yellow sand;
After the two superhumans stretched their limbs, they turned their gazes toward each other.

"I'm sorry,"

"No need to apologize. Who survives depends on their own strength."

After exchanging greetings, the two extraordinary individuals pushed off with their feet and shot towards each other like arrows released from a bow amidst the swirling yellow sand.

One threw a punch, the wind whistling through the air; the other kicked, like a heavy axe sweeping across! Clearly, neither was weak, and this was despite them being defeated and imprisoned. However:
The next second, the two men who had just rushed to the center and were throwing punches and kicks suddenly stopped.

?

Amid the puzzled looks of the audience,

The colors and textures of the two figures began to disappear, turning grayish-white in the blink of an eye; then they began to collapse and shatter. Before they even hit the sand, only ashes remained!
???

The audience remained silent.
Everyone felt their hands and feet go cold, because they couldn't figure out how the two superhumans had died.

"Hahahaha~~"

Amidst hearty laughter, the bald high priest Imhotep reached out and picked up a glass of date wine.

"Forcibly taking away the 'Ba' and 'Ka' from the body in an instant, the necromantic magic of that island nation's 'high priest' is indeed powerful. I really want to discuss it with him."

So that's how it is! Everyone was impressed but also couldn't help but feel awe. No wonder he was the high priest of ancient Egypt, he was truly amazing!
Only Anzunam, sitting next to him, noticed what was in Imhotep's glass:
The liquid rippled in layers!

Her lover was hiding his fear.
Is that foreign 'high priest' really that powerful?
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.

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

"Director, there have been no new 'supernatural disasters,' including those involving all the 'evil spirits.'"

Upon hearing the secretary's report, Director Zhu Ya, who was standing by the window, did not respond.

"Understood, let's go down."

The Winter Scourge, the Burning Legion, and even the countless 'evil spirits' outside the island city all fell silent; with a single word, the extraordinary bowed down, and that being's power was indeed terrifying.

"Well, I'll take this opportunity to pay my respects to the sacred tree."

Looking out the window at the enormous golden sacred tree in the distance,

Director Zhuya made the decision.

Then go to Nao's house to see the future Holy Child? Or the Divine Child?
What gift should I bring?

(End of this chapter)