I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 644 The Fire Demon's New Home
"what?!"

"His Excellency the Duke—"

Fallen?
The Burning Legion, having retreated to California, a land of volcanic lava, were suddenly shocked to learn that their leader was missing. While the ordinary fire creatures were still bewildered, the fire people transformed from humans were in an uproar.

Without His Excellency the Duke, what will happen to these people—no, what will happen to the 'New Humans'?
A single Dragon-level being can support a powerful force, but conversely, without Dragon-level beings, how can a force be considered powerful?

"Shut up, you idiots!"

The 'Flame Lord' who came here to gather people was a typical Western demon: curved ram horns on his head, flames constantly erupting from his face, and huge bat wings behind him; he was wearing armor made of extraordinary alloys that were constantly refined and compressed from lava, and in his hand was a ferocious decapitation sword full of serrations.

"Our new king has given the order: everyone return to Sun Island!"

?

Is it time to go back and hold the base?

The numerous Flame 'New Humans' were filled with countless thoughts.

However, this demonic fire lord would not give them time to hesitate, and slashed his decapitation sword toward the sea.

"open!!"

Tear——————

The Pacific Ocean, which had already dropped more than 200 meters due to someone's "pinching the moon," was suddenly slashed in mid-air with a crimson trail, the crimson light separating the seawater: although it couldn't achieve the domineering effect of "Moses" parting the sea, it was still no problem to form a channel in the sea.

"Those who are not strong enough, ride on the backs of other members of your race and move forward at full speed!"

Under the command of this fire lord, almost all the 'new humans' climbed onto the 'hellfire' and 'flame dragon lizard'.

Even those 'little devils' and the like hung on these powerful fire creatures.

then:

Rumble rumble rumble~~!!

Numerous fire creatures with tiger-level strength strode forward, leading their 'kin' through a fiery path, speeding towards Sun Island at a rate of 100 meters per second.

As creations of 'Radiant Escape', they can run at speeds comparable to ordinary airplanes; and when needed, some can even unleash terrifying subsonic speeds.

Of course, in that case, their weak fellow 'passengers' might not be able to withstand it.

Even so, it only takes one or two hours to get back to Sun Island.

Faced with extraordinary power, this planet—

It does indeed seem a bit cramped.

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"what?!"

"Is the Burning Legion in a massive retreat?"

Upon hearing this news, the American president immediately stood up.

"Fantastic! Fantastic! This is God bless America!"

He had originally intended to cooperate with the 'Church' forces he disliked to drive the 'Burning Legion,' which had lost its leader, out of America. However, the Burning Legion withdrew on its own. This means:

"Quickly! Assemble the army!"

"This is a good opportunity to reclaim our country's land; we must not let those 'Holy Church' fellows get there first!"

Compared to the Holy Church, which is accustomed to 'freedom, chaos, and diversity' and is being integrated by 'Major General Darhuan', the Grand Commander's faction is much more 'conservative', and its spies are even more fearless: these people risked their lives to pass on the information, allowing the Grand Commander's faction to obtain this intelligence in advance.

Now, relying on their intelligence advantage, the President's faction can completely claim all the credit for themselves.

They were the ones who launched a surprise attack on the Burning Legion, they were the ones who drove them away, and they were the ones who reclaimed their homeland.
"No, wait a moment."

After thinking for a moment, the president raised his hand to signal the director of the Secret Service.

"You, go and inform that 'master'."

"He should have a part of this 'glory'."

Unlike them, who could only gain prestige, public support, and an improved international standing, 'Luigi' could gain real power!
After absorbing the fragments of divinity provided by the 'veteran', the power of faith was no longer limited to suppressing the pollution and chaotic mental shocks within his body; it could even be transformed into tangible power—like the 'god of calamity' from the island nation.

Moreover, unlike Mai Kawai, there are countless people in this world who believe in 'the Lord,' and now all of these powers are flowing to Luigi.

Little by little, like grains of sand forming a vast ocean, this too is a tremendous 'spiritual power'.

The two sides are currently in an alliance, and the blond-haired president doesn't mind making him stronger, after all, Luigi is a typical 'good guy'.

A good person means that at least they won't suddenly go crazy and start killing people.

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief."

The subordinates understood immediately. The media reports would then focus on the 'commander's decisive command and the 'Lord's' invincible bravery,' maximizing the benefits of the Burning Legion's unexpected retreat.

It's all thanks to that bastard KYG going to Tokyo; otherwise, with him there, any reports would have been greatly diminished.

While relieved that the "King of News" wasn't around, the American media went into overdrive to create buzz:

Regardless of the truth, in their mouths, it's all thanks to the Great Leader and the Lord.

This is America's victory!

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Sun Island
"Lord Constance, the Burning Legion has been fully recalled."

With hundreds of thousands of 'new humans' and millions of fire creatures returning to Sun Island, the fire lords gathered at the 'Eternal Fire Mansion' to consult the succubus girl on the throne.

Don't underestimate the Burning Legion just because it's small; they're all extraordinary, and their quality is astounding: even the weakest Imp possesses some kind of magic, which is the standard for a human wolf-level extraordinary being!
"Okay, let's get ready to go."

Rising from her throne, the succubus girl surveyed the room.

"Please allow me to take my leave for now, Your Grace."

She is not yet strong enough to inherit her father's title, but I believe that one day she will be able to reach that level.

Before that, the Fire Demon Clan needed to find a place to recuperate: their innate talent meant that their potential far exceeded that of ordinary extraordinary beings.

But it will take some time to develop. Clearly, this narrow and dangerous planet is not a good place.

"This farewell is for a more glorious return next time."

After saying goodbye in a low voice, the succubus girl dressed as a noblewoman strode out of the palace, followed by her brother and sister, as well as three fire lords.

Stepping out of the magnificent palace, I looked around.

火、

All sorts of fire creatures!
In the environment of Sun Island, even the self-proclaimed 'New Humans'—the Flame Humans—were engulfed in raging flames, each resembling a 'Hell Knight.' "It's time to set off,"

As the succubus girl opened her arms, she mobilized the remaining 'creator' power on Sun Island.

boom----------

A magnificent beam of light suddenly rose, shooting straight into the sky and connecting this planet to another crimson planet in the universe.

"Everyone, step into the light!"

As the 'Flame Lord,' shaped like a great demon, brandished his sword, a large number of fire creatures immediately surged toward the pillar of light without hesitation.

As for those 'new humans,' they looked at each other, then at the oppressive feeling emanating from the towering black and red mountain palace in the distance, a feeling that made it hard for them to breathe; they gritted their teeth and took a step forward.

Although they didn't know what the beam of light was, they had no right to say a word against the scene before them.

Hopefully, it's not some kind of 'sacrifice' ritual.
With trepidation, these 'new humans' hesitantly stepped into the pillar of light:

In an instant, the whole person seemed to be stretched into a flat shape, and the planet began to compress and recede in their eyes.
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"Report! A strange, giant pillar of light has appeared in the direction of Sun Island!"

"I've already seen it."

Director Zhu Ya, standing by the window, answered calmly. The pillar of light that pierced the sky was so eye-catching that half the planet could see it. However, Director Zhu Ya was not flustered at all. Even Duke Yan Yang was easily defeated. What could the remaining Flame Lord do?
but,

What is the purpose of this light?
In fact, it's not just Director Zhu Ya who's puzzled; other countries are also considering this issue.

The Americans, in particular, were terrified when they saw pillars of light shooting into the sky from Sun Island, thinking the enemy was about to launch some kind of long-range attack.

However, this beam of light ignored America, and didn't even attack their 'spaceship' in near-Earth orbit; instead, it shot straight into space until it landed—

"Venus?"

Upon hearing the intelligence sent back by the space agency, the blond president looked puzzled.

Attack that barren, red planet. Wait!

Red planet,

Could these 'Burning Legion' be running away?!

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"here it is?"

"The temperature is so high, it's like Sun Island."

"Something's wrong! Why is there lightning everywhere in the sky?!"

Emerging from the pillar of light, all the 'new humans' were astonished to find themselves standing on a barren, black-red land covered with flowing volcanic lava. Thick, crimson clouds hung overhead, with lightning flashing continuously.

woo woo woo woo--

The air, with a density close to that of liquid, roared in—no, it came crashing down!

The wind speed is only 0.3 meters per second, but it carries 92 times the momentum of the atmosphere, which is no less than being hit head-on by a dump truck.

The massive impact nearly sent many weaker 'New Humans' flying on the spot, until the Tiger-level Hellfires stepped forward and they were able to catch their breath.

That's not accurate. They are all fire creatures, and 'breathing' is just a remnant instinct from the past.

This is not hell, but the 'Venus' of the solar system!
"This planet."

Carrying a huge meteor hammer, Katrina, who also emerged from the pillar of light, looked around.

"Not bad, but it's a pity there's no 'spiritual energy' fluctuation at all."

It's nowhere near as good as Sun Island!

“But it’s the best option we could have, Katrina.”

The mere million-level extraordinary beings were teleported away in just over ten minutes. As the light gradually dimmed, the succubus girl finally emerged from it.

"This is the place I chose."

Venus,

The mass is similar to that of the previous planet.

Even their radii, densities, and gravity are almost identical, leading scientists to call them 'sister stars'.

However, the environment is completely different: the atmospheric pressure here is 92 times that of before, and the main gas is carbon dioxide, which accounts for 96.5%; these gases form a thick insulating layer that envelops Venus, creating a terrifying 'greenhouse effect'.

This atmospheric structure allows short-wave solar radiation to reach the ground, but the large amount of long-wave and thermal radiation emitted by the Earth's surface after it is heated is absorbed by the atmosphere.
This causes the temperature of the Earth's surface and lower atmosphere to rise, and because its effect is similar to that of a greenhouse for cultivating crops, it is called the greenhouse effect.

Enveloped by such an atmosphere, Venus has an average surface temperature of 464°C, and it remains constant!

This applies to every corner of the entire planet, 224 days a year.

"This planet is covered in volcanoes,"

There's a reason why the succubus girl Constance chose this place.

"With over 1600 large volcanoes and possibly more than 10 small volcanoes, it is the most habitable place for our 'fire demon' clan."

Mercury, being closer to the sun, is actually quite troublesome.

In theory, they should have gone to Mercury, which is closer to the sun, but it is simply not habitable there!

Because Mercury's atmosphere is extremely thin!
Without an atmosphere to retain heat, Mercury experiences daytime surface temperatures of up to 427 degrees Celsius under sunlight, while nighttime temperatures can drop to as low as -173 degrees Celsius.

For the 'Fire Demon Clan', that was the real 'hell'.

It is called Mercury because polar ice caps exist in the permanently shadowed polar craters!

Indeed, Mercury, the planet closest to the sun, contains organic compounds of water ice; Venus, much farther away, is perpetually hot due to the greenhouse effect, with no water present: only clouds composed of layers of sulfuric acid droplets, 20-30 kilometers thick.

"So, this is the new home of the Fire Demon Clan."

The succubus girl spread her hands, and her voice reached the ears of the 'new humans'.

"Come, let's begin building our dwelling."

???

Without any tools, how can we build anything?
Looking at their own hands, and then at this world—which, according to their previous understanding, was absolutely 'worst'—the hundreds of thousands of 'new humans' who had sided with the Burning Legion were speechless.

Well, it seems they're embarking on a path of 'rebuilding civilization'.

(End of this chapter)