I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 648 Yahweh Revived Within Me
Washington Airport
"Your Excellency Xiao, I have long admired your name. Please give me your guidance."

Faced with the elegant curtsy of the British princess, Xiao, with his eyes closed, waved his hand.

“No need to be so polite, I am just a guest, Princess Charlotte.”

Xiao was nearly killed by Ma Pang's bomb last time. After a long period of treatment, most of his skin and muscle cells were replaced before he fully recovered. Now, hearing that Luigi received a 'death prophecy,' he came over without much persuasion from the director.

America originally wanted to invite even the rude Ruffy, but he wasn't home, so they had to give up.

"My lords, Luigi's safety rests in your hands."

The director of the Secret Service walked over and extended his hand to greet the two Ghost-level powerhouses: The American government is currently under tremendous public pressure. After all, even if there is a 'Judas,' there still needs to be an executioner. Could the American government be playing that role?

The blond president was already in a terrible state, so he placed his hand on the Bible and swore an oath.

As for a certain ethnic group in America?

Are you kidding me? We are all American citizens, what nonsense are you spouting!
In the Middle East, the ancient Egyptian high priest Imhotep was driving slaves to carry out massive construction projects; at that time, who would dare to say they belonged to a certain tribe—they were tired of living and ashamed to admit they wanted to die?

"Shall we go directly to Mr. Luigi?"

The eldest princess of England was the first to ask: Now the entire Washington is surrounded by countless Americans who are putting pressure on the government.

Believers from other countries also flocked here, demonstrating the profound influence of this former monotheistic religion.

Conservative estimates suggest that the number of people who arrived at the scene alone is approaching 50 million!
It's important to know that America originally had a population of only 330 million.

Having survived the Burning Legion's devastation and the impact of the Extraordinary Era, its current net worth is just over two hundred million.
What does it mean to have more than a quarter of the population gathered around Washington, D.C.?
Each day that continues will cause enormous losses—

And destruction.

"No,"

The Secret Service director spoke frankly to both of them.

“Mr. Luigi is not here,”

"plz follow me."

For some reason, that 'master' insisted on leaving Washington;
The Grand Commander's faction originally wanted all the troops to protect him, but he refused.

The three quietly boarded an Osprey transport plane, avoiding the surging crowds on the ground, and flew towards New Mexico.

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.

New Mexico,
Church of the Descent of God, west of Rio Rancho.

“Child, prayers are not accepted here today. Go to your parents.”

Labogen kindly knelt down and smiled as he refused the little boy's request to enter the church to pray. Outside the church, the boy's parents bowed respectfully.

"I'm sorry, Your Honor."

"The children are worried because they heard that 'the Lord' is about to encounter... cough cough."

"Don't worry about it, the Lord loves the world."

The smiling pastor looked at the two middle-aged men, a glint in his eyes.

“Since everyone is going to Washington to pray for the Lord, you can go too—use our cars.”

"Oh, thank you so much."

"Yes, we're going to Washington now."

After a pause and expressing their gratitude, the middle-aged couple, holding the bewildered little boy's hand, left with slightly stiff steps.

I brushed past an extraordinary person wearing a long robe with a red background and black clouds.

"Lord Labogen, the evacuation is complete."

The superhuman glanced at the departing middle-aged couple and little boy, then bowed to report to Lubergen: the disciple before him had instructed them to evacuate the entire town, and although they did not know the reason, they complied.

"it is good,"

"Now you should all leave too."

?

But what about the 'Lord'?

"We have reached an agreement with the American government, and reinforcements will arrive soon."

Buzzing buzzing buzzing

As Labergen spoke, an Osprey transport plane flew in from the horizon; before it could slow down, two figures leaped down.

Jumping directly from the plane has become a daily routine for extraordinary masters: one of them is someone they are very familiar with, a young man wearing a black robe with red clouds, a ring on his finger, and carrying an extraordinary sword as big as a door on his back, with his eyes closed, is none other than Xiao, whom they have worked with before.

Another girl wore a skirt armor, a modern fluid armor design that combined defense and aesthetics, with a sky-blue cross sword hanging at her waist.

"Your Excellency, Princess Charlotte."

Labogen bowed to the two men and gestured towards the church.

"Please come in, the Lord is waiting for you."

After saying that, he waved to the extraordinary person who belonged to their 'Sanctuary'.

Seeing this, the extraordinary individual had no choice but to nod and leave: everyone in the town had already been evacuated, and it was their turn next; as for the safety of the 'Master,' with the protection of the five disciples and these two extraordinary experts, there should be no problem.

Despite the danger posed by the existence of 'Judas,' what use would they be if they stayed?

Ultimately, their strength was simply too weak.

With the extraordinary individual's decisive departure, the entire city of Rio Rancho was now deserted.

As night fell and countless people flocked to Washington, no one would have guessed that Luigi was in this church with a few disciples.

Tap tap tap,

As Xiao and Charlotte stepped into the church, what they saw was:

The other disciples had expressions that were either gloomy, depressed, sad, or blank;

And the middle-aged man standing with his back to them at the foot of the cross.

"Luigi, your condition."

Xiao lost his eyesight, but his 'first of the first' can see more.

When Xiao saw the superhuman he had once fought alongside up close, he couldn't help but frown: all sorts of strange spiritual energy were mixed and clashing in the other's body, and it was normal for them to explode at any moment; in his opinion, it was a miracle that Luigi was still alive.

How did he manage to generate so much chaotic spiritual energy within his body?
“I do have some minor health issues,”

Luigi turned around, his gaze sweeping over Princess Charlotte and a sincere smile on his face.

"Thank you for coming."

“Mr. Luigi, is there anything we can do for you?” Princess Charlotte did not believe that the 'person' in front of her was the 'Lord' in the Bible, but Luigi’s past behavior was enough to earn her respect.

"First of all, I want to apologize to you."

Luigi spoke apologetically.
"To involve you in such a dangerous event."

“My disciples are not strong enough, so I have to rely on your strength.”

Upon hearing Luigi's words, Takashi seemed to be deep in thought.

“Luigi, you seem to have been aware of your ‘fated death’ all along, perhaps even—”

The person before me, whose body was in a state of intense conflict between various spiritual energies and who could die at any moment, showed no fear of death or uncertainty about the future.

Therefore, there is only one answer:
"It was planned in advance?"

? !
Princess Charlotte instinctively gripped the holy sword at her waist.

She was willing to come here for justice; but that doesn’t mean she was unprepared. Luigi, who suddenly announced at the banquet that “someone will betray him,” was like the mythical figure announcing his impending death.

Meanwhile, English intelligence agencies have vaguely sensed that the actions of that 'master' more than two thousand years ago were full of profound meaning.

So now, what is Luigi, who calls himself 'Lord', plotting?

"Yes,"

Now that things had come to this, Luigi simply admitted it.

Under the watchful eyes of his five disciples, each with a different expression, and with Princess Charlotte on guard, Luigi closed his eyes.

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.

"Ha, not again?"

In the realm of the mind, Manolos, the 'Flame Lord' bound to the earth, raised his head and sneered at Luigi's soul, which appeared in the sky, its body covered in cracks.

"Mortals, obediently await the day you suffer my backlash."

"The Duke of Yanyang is dead."

boom! ! ! !

After a few seconds of silence,
The 'Flame Lord' sealed beneath the city suddenly exploded.

The boundless, scorching flames exploded, instantly turning the entire city into a sea of ​​lava and fire. These flames radiated a golden light and were not mere fire, but rather a power originating from the heavens!

Under the boundless golden-red light and the illumination of flames, the city that represents Luigi's mind is collapsing and melting.

Immediately afterwards, the melted matter gathered into beams of light that converged towards the center, reforming into the massive body of the 'Flame Lord': only now, his body was covered with constantly rotating eyeballs, and a tentacle full of sharp teeth had appeared on his shoulder.

"Mortal, you have successfully enraged me!!"

He was careless and killed by a headshot, his power was absorbed as a 'supernatural ability', but Manolos did not sit idly by.

His soul was, after all, at the Ghost level, and in this mental world, he secretly absorbed power from the 'King-type', waiting for an opportunity to take over this body.

Even if it causes some mutations, it's worth it: Manolos originally planned to accumulate power for a while longer, but Luigi's words completely ignited his anger!

"How dare you blaspheme our great Duke! I will now utterly destroy your soul!!!"

As the 'Flame Lord' roared in fury upon its sudden release, magma and flames erupted from the ground, interspersed with some mutated 'fire demons' that were quickly set ablaze and reduced to ashes.

These scattered traces of type-advantageous pollution, when faced with the power of 'Radiant Release', will not only fail to pollute, but will instead be destroyed by the opponent!
“I wasn’t lying,”

Luigi in the sky was completely unconcerned about his crumbling mental world, and simply reached out and pointed.

A mental wave was transmitted to Manolos, causing the enraged 'Flame Lord' who was about to take flight to suddenly stop, as if a pause button had been pressed.

This is Luigi's memory: a memory of the Duke of the Sun, without any falsehood.

"No—no—no!!"

It was precisely because there was nothing false that Manolos cried out in disbelief.

Then next——

Luigi's gaze fell on the cross in the sky.
"I appeared to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob as God Almighty."

As Luigi spoke, the cross in the sky shone brightly! The 'mental fluctuations' that an ordinary person can provide are extremely weak, so weak that they cannot even affect an ant; but what about the millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, or billions?

Luigi used to save people everywhere and always said "God loves the world," but he always denied that he was "the Lord."
It wasn't just modesty; it was because he simply couldn't bear the weight of that burden.

These seemingly insignificant forces, when gathered together—

"I am the way, the truth, and the life."

As Luigi 'acknowledged' his identity, boundless faith surged toward him from all over the world: because of the influence of 'The Last Supper,' any monotheistic believer would instinctively pray to him.

Now is the time to use these powers.

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 am the light of the world,"

In the real world, Luigi, with his eyes closed, made a quiet declaration;

Light,

Above this church,

No, it should be said that above Rio Rancho City, platinum light fell like rain!

Boundless light descended, piercing through all the buildings; the flowers, birds, insects, fish, and beasts became crystal clear in the light, all of them beyond the imagination of the mortal world, pure and clear, far removed from all filth and impurity.

Under this light, everything is transformed into a 'sacred' state.

It makes one feel as if they have touched the brightest and most beautiful part of their soul at first glance, sharing that supreme glory, holiness and perfection.

boom------

However, the church beneath the center of the light was shattered in the explosion.

"This is?"

As spiritual energy surged from his body, Charlotte couldn't help but frown.

They didn't want their bodies to be altered by some inexplicable 'alien spiritual power'.

"I am the gate, the master of all armies."

Luigi, who appeared gracefully, no longer possessed the vibrancy of a human; only an air of aloof holiness, majesty, and indifference remained.

"I am Yahweh!"

With those words, his strength instantly broke through the limitations and entered the Dragon level.

(End of this chapter)