I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 668 The War of Gods is About to Begin
"A glass of Martell, please."

Taking a glass of brandy from the bartender, the newly crowned Hollywood 'actress' wandered around, her eyes discreetly scanning the hall.

This place seems not much different from the former Hollywood glamour—the same flowing luxury, the same gentlemen and beautiful women, the same backstabbing. The only difference is that this banquet hall is located more than 400 kilometers above the Earth in near-Earth orbit!
Walking to the window, holding a bottle of brandy, I gazed at the blue and white sphere outside and couldn't help but stare in a daze.

That is the home of humankind for thousands of years, the place where countless dynasties, emperors, and rulers have roamed.

Looking at it from here now, it appears surprisingly 'tiny'.

"Extraordinary power"

As a celebrity who moves among many powerful and influential people, she learned a lot of extraordinary secrets from the snippets of words boasted by those 'big shots'.

For example, the mysterious 'Veteran Guild' used 'space folding storage technology' to send a large amount of supplies to near-Earth orbit; then they assembled them here into giant 'spaceships,' just like the one she's standing on now.

It is said that a 'simulated gravity system' was used, and if it weren't for the planet outside the window, it would feel exactly like being on a large cruise ship.

After a slight moment of distraction, the Hollywood star's gaze quietly drifted to the side.

In one corner of this banquet hall, there was a group of people.

"That kind of thing has nothing to do with us,"

The young black man raised his hand and pressed down, causing the white men around him to instinctively lower their heads.

“Remember, I’m a level 5 member of the ‘Veteran Guild,’ I don’t have time to worry about these things—hmm?”

As the black man's wary gaze swept over, the female celebrity holding a brandy walked over with a smile, raising her glass as if it were just a chance encounter.

"Hi, Alex."

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“These are my old friends from Hollywood. You can go now.”

With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the menacing white men around him. Alexander, a Level 5 member of the Veteran Guild, the King of Chicago Rap, and one of America's top ten richest men, gestured with his chin toward the beautiful woman holding a wine glass.

"You still love to scheme—watch out, girl."

"If you hear things you shouldn't have heard, it's perfectly normal for someone like you to disappear without a trace."

This black rap king once made a small fortune by investing in Hollywood on a whim: he had some acquaintance with the female celebrity in front of him, but that was all.

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Alexander."

The beauty slightly bent her knees.

"Thank you for forgiving my offense,"

If she hadn't known Alexander's personality, she wouldn't have dared to approach him: just as he said, the other senior guild members wouldn't be polite to her, and even if they didn't kill her on the spot, they could easily make her 'disappear' afterwards.

After all, she is just an 'ordinary' celebrity.

The powerful figure behind him was only a low-level 'E-class' extraordinary being.

“I was once spared from death, and I am willing to show my tolerance in return for that kindness.”

The young Black man raised his hand, making a 'stop' gesture to prevent the other party from approaching.

"Considering our past relationship, I won't mind your actions, but others aren't as... well, merciful as I am?"

"Go chat with other people, I have enough women around me already."

As expected of someone who used to be in the same circle, he saw right through her little scheme.

Since the other party had clearly refused, the Hollywood 'actress' had no choice but to bow and take her leave.

What a pity~~
If only I had this person as a backer, it would be great, but unfortunately I didn't seize the opportunity before.

The strong lead the tide of the times, while ordinary people can only grasp a glimmer of hope by following in their footsteps.

This female celebrity also came from an ordinary family and worked her way up, so she naturally noticed the dismissive attitude of those 'super soldiers': back in America, they needed the resources and money from the powerful to build these 'spaceships'.

But once everyone has evacuated, it's hard to say who will take control of these 'spaceships'.

Of course, no matter how the powerful and the military fought for power, the 'veterans' were always high above: without them, the so-called 'Spark' program could not have been implemented at all.

Moreover, each of these 'veterans' is a powerful and extraordinary being, and they generally have some kind of trump card prepared for themselves: they are the most powerful force in this 'interstellar immigrant' fleet.

What a pity.

He used to pursue me back then!
Feeling increasingly frustrated, he downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Still feeling unsatisfied and unable to calm down, the female celebrity went to the bar and started drinking alone.

"Breaking news: Heian-kyo has dispatched four Demon-level powerhouses to join the operation to eliminate the 'Ten Espada'. It is believed that before long, these vicious 'evil spirits' will all be brought to justice."

There's a small TV inside the bar.
The island nation's government press officers are broadcasting at an extremely fast pace:

"Until then, please do not panic, do not be afraid, and do not gather together."

A group of wealthy and powerful men from the vicinity gradually gathered around, leaning their bodies over the bar counter and listening intently. After all, this wasn't their home planet, and there was no ubiquitous internet signal. This television was their only way of knowing about their 'homeland,' and they didn't even bother to glance at the beautiful woman so close by.

"The island nation's extraordinary strength is still profound; ten 'legendary' level evil spirits are about to be suppressed."

"Haha, so what?"

"We can now sit here and drink without having to worry."

"Yes, that planet is finished: there are supernatural disasters every day, many of them even caused by 'gods'! Shit—"

"The essence of faith is 'fear.' In the mythology of any culture, the destruction of the world by gods is a common occurrence: the Great Flood, the decline of the Golden Age, and so on."

The men whispered among themselves, their conversations filled with images of powerful figures on television who could destroy cities, collapse mountains, and change the course of rivers with the mere gesture of a hand. The female celebrities watched with awe, wishing they possessed such power.
"Okay, reporter on the scene."

The host paused for a moment, then continued broadcasting with an excited expression.

"Breaking news! 'Decapitation' has been slain by the 'Shura' Sword Saint! Five 'Espada' have already been eliminated, and victory is expected soon!"

'Beheading' was also unlucky, as he ran into Xiao while killing in all directions: as everyone knows, Xiao is blind, so the so-called 'permanent invisibility' is really meaningless to him; on the contrary, when he activated 'Heavenly Swamp Moon Gazing', the evil spirits were also blinded on the spot.

In this situation, failing to escape immediately will result in a fate similar to that of a certain fire lord—being killed by a 'decapitation blade' exploding in the head!

It has to be said that the combination of Takashi and 'Amanuma Mochizuki' is enough to give even Dragon-level monsters a headache;

The fact that Yijiang was defended by Xiaodan back then is proof of this.

Extraordinary, truly extraordinary!
Amidst the dreamy gazes of the Hollywood beauties, the sour voices of the gentlemen nearby drifted over.

What's the use of an individual being so powerful?

"Won't we be the ones who ultimately manage to extricate ourselves from that dangerous planet?"

“That’s right, let those idiots pray for the descent of a ‘god’: I’ll see if it’s salvation or—”

destroy?!
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

Washington, D.C., the White House.

"Commander-in-Chief, they've all left."

Upon hearing the report from the person before him, the blond old man remained expressionless.

"gone?"

"Good, very good. Anyone else who wants to leave, go ahead!"

Those from veteran guilds, the military, and the elite—all qualified to obtain a 'ticket'—quietly boarded the 'spaceship' through a 'short-distance space warp gate,' never again needing to live in fear of extraordinary disasters.

Meanwhile, those selected 'elites' are still foolishly waiting to board 'AirX' and go into space.

Little did they know that those 'spaceships' were almost full!

Half a million!
Even the massive fleet of 'spaceships' can only carry this many people;
From the very beginning, the privileged class never considered including the majority of people as an option.

What's the situation in the island nation?

Almost all the supernatural forces had left, leaving the Grand Commander's faction unprecedentedly weak—so weak that even the 'Holy Church' major general disdained to attack him. Faced with this situation, the blond Grand Commander, who insisted on not leaving, had no choice but to force himself to ask questions.

That's right, he didn't leave!
At this age, people become increasingly stubborn:
Whether to uphold the dignity of being the 'last president' or out of genuine concern for America, he chose to stay.

Of course, the family members had already boarded the first-class cabin of the spaceship with the 'richest man'.

"The island nation has gained an overwhelming advantage."

The clerk who also stayed behind gave a report.

When a building is about to collapse, there will always be those who cling to outdated ideas and refuse to change.

Besides, perhaps the war won't reach them?

Although this is very likely just wishful thinking on their part.

"Breaking news: the methods of slow slicing and skinning have also been found by multiple B-level superhumans."

Death is only a matter of time.

"That's it,"

The blond-haired president nodded.
Regardless of the final outcome of the battle, America's decline is irreversible.

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.

brush,

In a cave, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

"Miss,"

The figure carrying a long staff knelt on one knee; it was none other than the Fifth Punishment of the 'Ten Blades'.

As the most frequently used penal system in ancient regimes, the "Five Punishments" (also known as flogging, caning, penal servitude, exile, and death) were arguably the most powerful.

However, the ability of 'Yi Tian' is too abnormal, and it can force a one-for-one exchange: even a dragon-level being hit may be instantly killed.

"Lingchi and Bopi are surrounded by more than four Ghost-level experts. Please allow me to go to their rescue!"

The so-called "Ten Blades" are all entities that originated from "criminal law".
Even the word 'extremely vicious' is insufficient to describe them: because they themselves are the embodiment of human evil.

But that doesn't mean they lack emotions. After being created by Jiu Kong Yao Ai, they learned to think, to understand what a 'master' and a 'companion' truly meant. And now—

One by one, their companions disappeared, all because of:
"Go."

Upon hearing the voice coming from the throne, Wu Xing couldn't help but want to look up.

But in the end, he still lowered his head and answered seriously:

"Thank you, miss."

brush,

After the 'Five Punishments' disappeared, Jiu Kong Yao Ai stood up.

"This day has finally come."

Because she ordered the 'Espada' to kill indiscriminately, many people chose to flee the island nation;

The population is about to drop to half, which means:

"Kami, Yamaki, Abe Seimei!"

Come on, all of you come on.

Let's settle this once and for all!

(End of this chapter)