I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 647 Who is Judas?
"what?!"

"The Last Supper, this—"

When I woke up, the whole world was in a state of astonishment, watching the drama unfold.

The faith of Yahweh once spread throughout the world, and all other churches combined could not match its size.

Even after the Extraordinary Ones, when they were on the verge of collapse, their former beliefs and understandings could not disappear in a short time; especially after Luigi took up the name of 'Lord' and traveled around America to fight against the Burning Legion, this belief was rekindled.

After all, it has accumulated over thousands of years and should not be underestimated.

However, today, at the victory celebration for the Burning Legion's disappearance, that 'Lord' actually uttered this famous statement.

"Someone would betray the Lord? Who, who is it?!"

"Find Judas and kill him!"

"We finally have a transcendent being willing to protect ordinary people; we must not let Him perish!"

If people in other countries were merely spectators, then the Western European countries and America were like an anthill being flooded with boiling water, with everyone mobilized—tens of millions of people poured into Washington, completely blocking traffic halfway there.

Meanwhile, the president delivered a speech that lasted several hours overnight;

They repeatedly emphasized that they were absolutely not the 'Roman Empire' and would never harm 'the Lord,' etc.
However, no one was relieved by the Grand Commander's assurances, since the 'Lord' had spoken of 'destined death,' and it was bound to happen.

Who is Judas really?!

Damn it, is there not a single day of peace in this world?

Just over a hundred days of peace, and countless people who cheered for the disappearance of the Burning Legion, gritted their teeth and threw themselves into this "world-class" werewolf game, trying to find Judas and prevent the fall of the "Lord".

To reiterate, whether Luigi is truly the 'Lord' or not is actually not important.

The important thing is that he is truly willing to be on the front lines for the sake of ordinary people!
This reason is enough.

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.

"The Last Supper?"

Qiongmei looked at the photo taken by the reporter on her phone.

It cannot be said to be similar to the murals created by the Italian artist 'Leonardo da Vinci'; it is simply identical.

Luigi stood alone in the center of the table, his face illuminated by the bright lights behind him, making him appear solemn and dignified; the stark contrast in the background drew everyone's attention to him instinctively.

Around him were his extraordinary disciples: each with a different facial expression, eye, and gesture.

Fear, anger, doubt, and confession were evident on their faces; along with prayer gestures, scrutinizing glances at others, and angry acts of rising up, they created a powerfully impactful scene.

"This year's Pulitzer Prize is definitely going to this photographer."

"Now is not the time to consider this issue, is it?"

Yu couldn't help but rub her temples, speechless at Qiong's strange focus.

"This is the 'Last Supper,' and since he said such a thing, his fate is basically sealed—death."

It's very simple. If Luigi doesn't die, his 'mythical aura' will shatter, and it's no different from death. If Luigi dies, then there's even less to say.

"So what if I die?"

Qiong Mei looked indifferent. She had no connection with Luigi. Besides, what did America have to do with her?
"According to mythology, that 'master' will be resurrected after he dies, so what's there to be afraid of?"

What you said makes so much sense that I'm speechless.

Yu touched her chin.

While people all over the world were frantically watching the replay frame by frame, analyzing the expressions of those extraordinary disciples who sat at the same table as the 'Lord' in millions of words with magnifying glasses, Yu already knew that it was all arranged by Luigi himself.

He couldn't take it anymore.

This has nothing to do with 'willpower', but rather his body couldn't handle it: his strength was increasing too quickly.

In fact, the 'Desecration Slab' created by Yu, which directly devours other people's chakra, is not an evil path, but a true 'righteous path'.

The 'Chakra Dan' of the Otsutsuki clan!
That's right, the Otsutsuki clan is capable of refining planets, tailed beasts, and even clan members into 'pills' and 'fruits' to consume. In this way, they obtain enormous amounts of chakra, increase their strength, and ultimately surpass everything—the essence of the Divine Tree is a machine that absorbs planetary energy to produce fruit.

However, since Yu himself was only a 'minor' Otsutsuki, the inferior version of the 'blasphemous stone tablet' he created was naturally even less effective.

Of course, even the worst way is still a way to upgrade your skills without lifting a finger, which is absolutely like a meteoric rise for ordinary people.

Yu had originally "kindly" arranged for Luigi and the others to go to R'lyeh to level up and fight monsters; who knew that Luigi would be so "aggressive" and break through in a short period of time through various means, and was about to become a Dragon-level monster!
In this world, the Dragon-level beings are either clones of Yu or beings he personally bestowed power upon: except for Sora.

Even for Qiong Mei, Yu put in a lot of effort to train her—that Luigi, relying on a bunch of incomplete extraordinary creations, was able to touch the threshold of the Dragon level on his own. Whether it was talent, action, or willpower, he was truly amazing.

Although Luffy can unleash attack power at the weak Dragon level, he is essentially still a Demon level, and he is almost at the end of his rope.

"That Luigi seems to be plotting something interesting."

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"Judging from my brother's tone, he was prepared all along?"

Qiong Mei tilted her head and thought about it. It made sense. Since she called herself the 'Master' and struck this classic pose, there must be a way to deal with her. Qiong Mei didn't believe it.

Then let's just watch the show.

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.

Just because Qiong Mei can calmly watch the show doesn't mean others have the same mindset.

"Please send our personnel?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Director."

In the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, an American diplomat bows respectfully.

Because the man sitting behind the desk, wearing non-prescription glasses, is Takeya Haru, who oversees the extraordinary affairs of the island nation!
His strength was only at the 'mere' Tiger level, but he had a wide network of connections. He not only had good relationships with many Ghost level experts, but he also often went to the principal's office of the Spellcasting Academy to 'pay homage' to that person. He could be considered the island nation's true 'shadow prime minister'.

So, carrying the President's orders, the American diplomats approached Director Zhu Ya with extremely respectful, even somewhat humble, attitude.

There's no way around it; it all comes down to their 'master': those 'veterans' may have contributed to the country, but their actions are driven by some unknown 'interests.' If a conflict were to break out with America one day, they would certainly not hesitate to raise their swords.

Only Luigi truly cared for the people; his saying "God so loved the world" was not just empty words.

Instead, it was through a series of battles, proven by iron and fire.

If Luigi hadn't led his men in a desperate fight against the 'Fire Lords,' they would have been driven to Yellowstone National Park, where a planetary volcano erupted, and America was doomed.

"Borrowing someone else is not out of the question."

"Yes, the American government will never hesitate to give back to your support."

The diplomat respectfully handed over a document, which was then passed on to Director Zhu Ya by the secretary. As the document was glanced at, Director Zhu Ya's expression changed slightly, indicating that it was indeed a 'generous gift'.

"So,"

Since the other party is so willing to spend so much, Director Zhuya doesn't mind lending a hand.

Whom do you want to borrow?

Although he asked the question aloud, the director already had someone in mind.

"Your Excellency Xiao."

As expected, the American diplomat immediately responded.

Xiao is also a standard 'good person': he went to America to resist the Burning Legion without asking for anything in return, and cooperated with Luigi's plan to blow up Mara's head with a jump attack; he was almost blown up on the spot, and Jiu Kong Yao Ai had to come to 'collect his body'.

America's desire to use Xiao's name to go there was entirely within Director Zhu Ya's expectations.

“Okay, I will contact Xiao. As for whether he is willing to help, that is his business.”

"I am extremely grateful, Director."

The diplomat bowed again.

at the same time,

Buckingham Palace, England.

"Your Highness, are you going there in person?"

The anxious prime minister hurried over and eagerly inquired about the girl who was adjusting her armor.

“Yes, Prime Minister.” Princess Charlotte of England, fully armed and ready to go, with the holy sword 'Durandal' hanging at her waist, nodded.

"But--"

“I know what you’re trying to say,”

Princess Charlotte raised her hand to interrupt the Prime Minister and continued calmly.

“I respect Mr. Luigi, not because of his status as ‘Lord,’ but because of his actions.”

“Since he is in danger, I cannot stand aside, whether as a human being or as a believer: otherwise, I would despise myself, let alone ‘Durandall’.”

Durandal was the sword of the first paladin, Roland.

The so-called 'paladin' refers to a knight who is known for his heroism and chivalry.

If one has to compromise with dirty political deals and stand idly by for the sake of national alliances, how can one be worthy of this holy sword?
"Yes, Your Royal Highness."

Since the princess had said so, the English prime minister said nothing more and simply placed one hand on his chest.

"England stands with you – bring your triumph and glory back home."

"I will."

No matter what happens to Luigi, Princess Charlotte will not be afraid, will not back down, and will not fail.

In the name of the Lord.

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.

"I'll be watching you!"

In addition to seeking help from outside, America also sent out signals to its own veterans and even the "Holy Church" requesting assistance. However, the "veterans" all shook their heads: they had not received any missions, so why should they get involved in this "myth"?
This kind of thing sounds like it's full of 'shady dealings', and they definitely don't want to die.

So, in New Mexico, in the church where Luigi was once exiled to the demonic realm, several disciples belonging to the sanctuary gathered here.

Odro, Sekus, Lubergen, Unos, Soren.

"traitor!!"

The one who spoke so fiercely was naturally Audero.

This brute-like superhuman was covered in lightning bolts, his hair flying wildly behind him; his eyes swept over the others with fury, as if he wanted to devour them!

"If I could, I would give my life to prove my loyalty to the Lord."

The blond youth, Sekus, spoke calmly.

In fact, he had already attempted suicide—if he were dead, he could no longer be 'Judas'.

But Luigi stopped him; the 'Lord' forbids anyone from committing suicide.

"Calm down, Audero."

Labogen frowned.
"I don't believe there are any traitors among us."

After all, they followed "Lord" Luigi and fought their way through countless bloody battles; no one betrayed them during those difficult times, so why would they betray them now that the situation is so favorable?

“But since the Lord said those words, it proves that there is indeed a Judas among us.”

Uno suddenly looked around.
"I am not Judas,"

"So if you make any unusual moves—sorry, I will attack you."

"Ha, what a coincidence, that's what I was thinking too."

The last disciple, Sauron, crossed his arms. Despite being the last to join, he was the most dedicated.

Not only to cure his mother's illness, but also because Luigi forgave his sins and allowed him to join his ranks: don't forget, Sauron has already drunk the 'blood of fire' and become a 'new human'.

“I know you all suspect I am Judas; no, even I think I am Judas. After all—”

Soren spread his arms wide, boldly exposing his crimson skin.

“I am different from you.”

"but--"

Soren's gaze swept over the crowd in the church.
"I will never betray the Lord!"

"Therefore, I propose that you break my arms and legs now and imprison me. So be it."

He could never betray us.

Despite Soren's frank proposal, Audero, the most hot-tempered of them all, did not take any action.

In fact, he didn't believe there were any traitors among the people present: they were all comrades who drank together, ate together, fought side by side, and supported each other all the way, so why?
Step, step, step.

The sound of unhurried footsteps approached, causing everyone to turn their heads to look.

"Lord!" ×5
The newcomer was none other than Luigi.
As the five men turned to bow in greeting, Luigi smiled and raised his hand in acknowledgment.

"No need to be polite."

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This gesture, however, startled the five of them.

As their strength grew, their 'master' became more and more majestic and filled with divinity.

But now, he seems like an ordinary, refined young man. Could it be—

"Lord, please lift the ban!"

Audero, his eyes bloodshot, stepped forward.
"Let me kill them first! Then I'll kill myself!"

In this way, the traitor 'Judas' would naturally no longer exist.

"Lord, I also approve of Audero."

"Without you, there would be no us—"

Sekus also stepped forward to volunteer: they were all people Luigi had saved, and they were all decent people with some guts.

"There's no need for that,"

Luigi simply shook his head gently.

"That's just a statement, it doesn't change anything. Everyone, go and rest."

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How can we sleep at a time like this?

Despite having a thousand words to say, the five men withdrew at Luigi's wave and went to rest in their church rooms.

But as mentioned before, how could they possibly rest peacefully?

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.

"Who is the traitor?"

In his room, Sekus paced back and forth, his brow furrowed.

Odero?
That guy doesn't seem to have that kind of intelligence.

Labergen?
He certainly had that intention, but he actively went out to preach every day.
Unos?
He fled with his wife and daughters, and their deep affection for each other was evident to all. What could he gain by betraying the Lord?
Sauron—?
brush,

Suddenly turning around, Sekus looked towards the corner of the room.

"Who?!"

His power is blessing and light, and he is most sensitive to darkness, so he immediately sensed the dark atmosphere in the room.

As Sekus, radiating light, remained on guard, a figure in the corner 'stood' up as it writhed.

Isn't this the shadow of the Lord, 'Taylor'?

“It’s me, Sekus.”

Sure enough, the shadowy humanoid slowly opened its mouth the next second.

“I bring the Lord’s command.”

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(End of this chapter)