I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 643 Princess of the Moon
"The data is out,"

"Preliminary estimates suggest that this new 'celestial satellite' has a mass of approximately 140 quadrillion tons, a diameter of 513 kilometers, and a straight-line distance of 186,600 kilometers from our planet."

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Commissioner's Office.

"For a direct comparison, it's roughly equivalent to one-eighth the size of the moon?"

After finishing his report, the secretary looked up at the window: a white 'moon' hung quietly in the blue sky.

That's right, even during the day, you can still clearly see this new moon; because it's closer to the planet below, it actually looks bigger.

With the help of a telescope, one can observe the 'former' moon on the other side of the sky: if the angle is right, at night one can see the astronomical spectacle of 'two moons in the sky'—although for those born later, this is what they perceive as the 'normal world'.

"At the same time, the Pacific coastline dropped by about two hundred meters."

"Fortunately, that Lord 'Six Paths' erased the super disasters such as planetary tsunamis caused by the loss of such a huge mass, so there were not many casualties."

After speaking, the secretary handed the tablet to Director Zhuya, which showed the vast 'land' and 'islands' that appeared after the tide receded.

"However, the seawater from the other three oceans is flowing into the Pacific Ocean, and this process will take about six months."

"According to experts' estimates, the final drop in coastline will be around 124 meters."

After saying that, even the secretary couldn't help but complain.

"Even the island nation's area has increased by a third out of nowhere—what a gift!"

What a grand gesture!
As the coastline receded, many coastal cities suddenly became 'inland' areas;
Even if the coastline recovers in six months, Tokyo will still only be considered a coastal area. But it doesn't really matter, since maritime transport in this era is far too dangerous, and everyone has gone on to develop low-altitude 'ground effect flight'.

"Having so much more land is ultimately a good thing."

Director Zhu Ya, standing by the window, spoke, but her tone was dry and devoid of any joy.

The little princess's 'celebration ceremony' has ended, and the extraordinary figures have all returned home. Theoretically, the 'hundred-day martial arts ban' restriction has been lifted, but the world has not immediately fallen into war; instead, it is as quiet as a chicken.

How could it not be quiet? There's such a big 'moon' hanging in the sky!
If it falls, tsk tsk tsk~
Horror!
Thinking about it this way, my own little 'grudges and grievances' seem unimportant now.

Moreover, some well-informed forces already know that the 'moon' is not just a simple gift, but also the 'graveyard' of some unfortunate soul.

Duke of the Blazing Sun!

This dragon-level fire demon, born from the flames of 'heaven', led a large number of fire lords straight to Tokyo during the little princess's 'celebration ceremony,' with a menacing aura, clearly not there to celebrate.

As a result, they were intercepted by the 'Six Paths' halfway. After a great battle, Duke Yanyang disappeared, leaving only a number of Flame Lords to escape back.

That duke is probably hanging in the sky now, on that new moon.

This message came from the Burning Legion's 'Firemen'.

That's right!

Among those who defected to the Burning Legion were elite spies from various countries.

These spies were prepared to die, and their loyalty and abilities were impeccable; they transmitted information during this chaotic time, allowing various countries to vaguely guess the truth.

And the director knows even more!
For example, someone in the principal's office who is sulking.

And its power is similar to that of Duke Yanyang, or rather, Duke Yanyang's power is similar to that of this person.

If we speculate in this way, the truth is probably—ugh, I dare not think about it, I dare not think about it.

This is why, for such a grand celebration, only Director Takeya from the island nation's government attended, while the entire cabinet remained absent: they are not like the director, who is simply waiting to go on vacation to the underworld; those who lack the strength and willpower will become mindless and remnant souls in the underworld.

Since I can't afford to offend either of them, I might as well play dead: just try not to attract attention.

"Is what we call mythology nothing more than family conflicts?"

These high and mighty beings are really a headache.

Director Zhu Ya couldn't help but complain inwardly, but upon closer reflection, isn't the essence of any civilization's myth just 'family conflict'?

Even the one who came to bestow blessings upon the little princess was the god Ebisu: as the first child of the two creator gods, she was placed in the water to drift away because she was underdeveloped and was not accepted by the orthodox Takamagahara at all.

Sympathetic?
He shook his head, dismissing this outrageous idea!

Looking up at the 'new moon' in the sky again, Director Zhuya twitched the corner of her mouth.

The little princess was born with the 'Eye of God,' destined to start at the Dragon level, and even the God level is not impossible. How dare a 'mortal' like him comment on that?
"What is the Cabinet's statement regarding the naming of this new celestial satellite?"

"Ah, the cabinet members are all resting at home due to COVID-19. Please make the decision, Director."

A bunch of cowards!
"Let's call it 'Seeing the Moonlit Night'."

Since it's a gift 'gift' to that little princess, naming it after her isn't offensive.

Looking up at the pale moon in the sky again, Director Zhu Ya was filled with thoughts, yet she didn't know what to do.

In the face of extraordinary power, the struggles of mortals are far too insignificant.

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.

Not to mention the director, people from other countries remained silent.

"To create celestial bodies with a wave of the hand, this..."

Is it scientific?
No, no, no, is this extraordinary?

Facing the King of Rap, Alexander hesitated to utter a sarcastic remark; the 'Magician' who returned to the 'Senior Headquarters' raised his hand and gently pressed down.

“Dear Alex, open your mind and don’t let your past beliefs bind your soul.”

"To a true strongman, a planet is nothing more than a giant mud ball."

As he spoke, the 'magician' used his thumb to lift the necklace on his chest: a jade pendant hung from the necklace.

"I had a chance encounter with His Majesty Pegasus in space,"

"We had a discussion about 'substrate topological reshaping of soil'—Your Majesty's elegance was truly delightful."

It's just digging soil, isn't it?

Alexander, the black rapper who was inwardly cursing, glanced enviously at the magatama necklace on the 'magician's' chest.

"A B+ grade magical item, I can bestow it upon you at will."

The points required to redeem items from the space are daunting.

"Damn it! Why don't I have that kind of luck?"

"Hahaha~~"

Alexander's undisguised envy made the magician laugh out loud with delight.

"Because the goddess of fortune has been on my side—look, everything that has happened to me during this period has been good."

While on a business trip to outer space, he encountered Pegasus Hope and was dragged into a "battle of ashes" by him, in which he received a precious magical item for storing mana as a reward.

On the way back, they witnessed the spectacular sight of the 'new moon' rising; upon returning, they heard the news of their 'enemy's' death. How could they not be happy?

Indeed, it would be a miracle if America, which had the most dealings with the Burning Legion, didn't send spies to infiltrate them—in fact, America was the first faction to learn of the Duke of the Sun's death.

"I heard the President is preparing a counterattack?"

Thinking of this, the 'magician' who had just returned turned around and asked.

"yeah,"

Alexander, accustomed to the rap style, nodded.
"However, even without the 'Duke of the Sun,' the remaining Flame Lords are still beyond our capabilities."

"It is said that the Grand Commander wants to put aside his hatred and temporarily unite with the 'Church' to drive the Burning Legion into the sea—I doubt it, after all, those guys in the 'Church' still have that 'Father of the Sea' above them, who knows what he's thinking?"

That 'Father of the Sea' is also a transcendent being, beyond the comprehension of mortals. But they will soon no longer need to consider these things.

Because the Burning Legion has already made new moves.

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.

"Everyone, come here!"

The five western states of America have been completely engulfed in flames, with volcanoes and lava erupting everywhere. On this black and red land, large numbers of fire creatures are constantly gathering and heading towards the west coast.

The 'little devils' leaping in the flames, the 'hellfire' rocks engulfed in flames, the 'fire spirits' floating in the air, and the 'flame dragon lizard' shaped like a giant lizard.
Besides these fire creatures born from the authority of the 'Fire Lords', there were also a large number of red-skinned humans mixed in with the group.

Regardless of race or skin color, after drinking the 'blood of fire,' they all turned crimson.

"Father, what is this?"

"I don't know, just follow the commander's orders."

In the group, a father and son were talking quietly; they didn't know what was going on, but they felt instinctively uneasy.

Gaining extraordinary power is certainly desirable, but the price is:

No phone use!
The five states occupied by the Burning Legion are filled with fire and lava, and much of the infrastructure has been destroyed.

Coupled with the information blockade imposed by the American government, aside from the communication devices and satellite receivers obtained by the legion's command and technical staff, everyone else was instantly transported back to ancient times: communication relied on shouting, and transportation on foot.

If the squad leader hadn't been equipped with the latest fireproof and high-temperature resistant walkie-talkies, it would have been a real hassle to gather these troops together and command them effectively.

On Sun Isle, the stronghold of the Burning Legion, amid the migration of hundreds of thousands of unsuspecting 'fire humans';

The battle for the 'heir' has come to an end!

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.

Boom! ! !
"Constance, you bastard!"

The massive meteor hammer slammed weakly into the ground, dripping with crimson 'blood' like lava; Katrina, her leather coat tattered, looked up, her military cap nowhere to be seen.

"Don't be so angry, Katrina—it's bad for your health."

Wearing a white sun hat at an angle and dressed in a white dress, she resembled a succubus girl from a noblewoman, cupping her face in one hand and tilting her head.

"Since you've already lost, you should accept the consequences and obey my orders from now on."

"you----"

With a tug on the chain in her hand, the wounded Katrina wanted to fight again, but a huge lava sword was already overhead: the size difference between them was so great that it seemed as if the giant sword could crush her like a fly if it fell.

"Red Demon, you?!"

"I'm sorry, Katrina."

The towering, Norse berserker-like fire lord 'Red Oni' slowly spoke.
"Now we need a new 'king'."

"And that person is not you."

On the other side, Akash, also kneeling on one knee with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, had a complicated expression.

Without his knowledge, the eldest daughter Constance had already gained the allegiance of the remaining fire lords. With Dubra remaining neutral, command of the entire Burning Legion now rested in the hands of this seemingly innocent yet alluring succubus girl.

"I'm sorry, brother."

Noticing Akash's gaze, the succubus girl slightly crouched down, performing a ladylike curtsy.

"But compared to you, I am more suitable to lead the Fire Demon Clan."

"Dad is right,"

Wiping the crimson blood from the corner of his mouth, Akash, dressed as a dashing rogue, stood up.

"You really are the most ambitious one!"

"Alright, a bet's a bet, we did lose. What do you want to do?"

There's nothing to complain about if you're not as skilled as others. Besides, the Fire Demon Clan values ​​strength above all else and doesn't follow the old system of 'legitimate son inheritance'. Since Constance has the absolute upper hand in terms of strength, why shouldn't he obey this 'sister'?

"Big brother, you—"

Katrina turned her head in surprise, and under the watchful eyes of many fire lords, she threw down the iron chains viciously.

Splash,

"Speak, what do you want to do!"

"No need to get so angry, Katrina."

The succubus girl, who was in control of the situation, pointed to the sky and revealed her plan.

"We should go,"

"Leave this planet and choose a new home in the universe."

? !
"impossible!"

"This is ours—"

Katrina immediately retorted, but as the succubus girl opposite her raised her hand, the sudden chaos of power within her caused her to groan in pain.

"Indeed, this is where Father was born, but note that it is not ours."

The succubus girl, dressed as a noblewoman, calmly continued speaking.
"After losing their father, the Fire Demon Clan's strength was greatly reduced."

However, in a sense, it is a break from the shackles of 'faith' on their bodies.

"If we encounter that 'Six Paths' again, or the 'Nine Voids' who once caused trouble here: unfortunately, we have no power to resist."

This is a cold, hard fact: no matter how fierce Katrina's anger is, if you can't beat someone, you can't beat them.

"Since we can't hold on, we'll retreat on our own initiative."

The Fire Demon Clan originates from the power of 'Radiant Release', the difference being how much 'Bloodline Limit' power they possess—just like how, even though they both use Wood Release, Great Pillar can easily dominate the ninja world, Yamato became a real estate developer for Konoha, while Kazamatsuri Moegi is so incompetent that she can only create a patch of grass.

"This universe has many more planets, enough for us to settle down, develop, grow—and then fight back!"

The succubus girl named 'Constance' spoke eloquently.

"For example, planets close to the 'sun',"

There, the Fire Demons can absorb more heat, thereby increasing their strength.

Moreover, interstellar travel is something like this:

A beam of light appeared in the succubus girl's palm, shot straight into the blue sky and white clouds, pierced through the atmosphere, and fell into space.

"What is this move?!"

Sensing the fluctuation of the light, Katrina's face showed a surprised expression.

"This is my father's 'Light Channel' ability."

Creating a path of light that allows the Fire Demons to move through: this is the same technique they used when they raided Tokyo.

"I've already learned this trick. By using the light-transformation movement, we can reach our new home in just a few minutes."

This is a unique mode of transportation for their 'Fire Demon' race, making interstellar travel easy.

However, for ordinary extraordinary beings, it is an insurmountable barrier.

(End of this chapter)