I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 672 So-called Gods and Demons

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Struck by two beams of light, the mature beauty version of 'Nine Sky Shaking Love' screamed in agony.

"What kind of attack is this?"

"As expected of the most powerful Onmyoji in history, he severely injured a god and a demon with a single move!"

Many forces and countless people watching the live broadcast subconsciously clenched their fists and jumped up in excitement.

In any case, that 'Great Onmyoji' is still a human, okay, he just looks like one; but apart from the time he attacked the Divine Tree, he stayed at home in Heian-kyo, shutting himself in to compose poems and enjoy the beauty of nature, he was practically harmless to the extreme.

In contrast, Jiu Kong Yao Ai emerged everywhere; although she was repelled each time, the damage she caused was actually quite shocking.

In this situation, it's self-evident which side everyone supports.

"wrong,"

Egypt,

At the top of the 'magic' temple in New Cairo, Imhotep sat up.

In front of him was a huge display screen!
Indeed, the high priest wasn't opposed to modern technology: after all, it was a battle taking place on the other side of the planet, although he had ways to observe it. But there was no need: what if his spying attracted the enemy's attention and they came knocking on his door? Wouldn't that be pointless?
Even through a modern screen, the high priest could tell something was wrong.

"This is not an attack, but..."

Give strength to the other person!

? ?
The others in the temple were all startled when they heard this.

Aside from the astonished Egyptians, the superhumans from other countries closely monitoring the battle also sensed something was amiss: despite Jiu Kongyao'ai's continuous screams, the aura and spiritual power covering the entire planet were actually increasing explosively! Increasing wildly! Increasing dramatically!

The five elements interact in a cycle of mutual generation and restraint, and yin and yang strive for harmony and balance.
Although it hasn't yet achieved a true 'bloodline limit', it's enough to take you to the next level.

this--

"Stop,"

As the cold voice rang out, Jiu Kong Yao Ai, who was wailing, suddenly stopped.

"This body... Hmph,"

Raising her head again, 'Nine Sky Shaking Love' still has a woman's face, but her temperament has changed drastically; she now exudes an aura of looking down on all living beings, high above, not indifferent, but sending chills down one's spine.

"Abe no Seimei, is this your plan?"

The voice had become neutral and cold. Jiu Kong—no, it should be 'a certain being'—sat on the great Onmyoji with golden pupils.

"Indeed, Lord Yamata Orochi."

Holding a folding fan, he bowed respectfully, and the gentle and refined Abe no Seimei looked up.

"You have been resurrected; our contract ends here."

? ? ! !
Yes,

At that moment, everyone present, and indeed everyone around the world—regardless of age, gender, or age, anyone with basic judgment—realized what was happening.

The great Onmyoji Abe no Seimei once said that he was able to return from the underworld with the help of the 'Yamata no Orochi'.

Therefore, he also needs to revive Orochi: this is the agreement between them.

Now, he has fulfilled his promise.

Jiu Kong Yao Ai became a sacrifice for the resurrection of 'Yamata no Orochi'!

The reality is that someone has seized control of Jiu Kong Yao Ai's body—her power was originally intended as a tool to level up her 'Six Paths' level skills. In this situation, it's best to do it personally: you can't rely on others for everything; you still need to take matters into your own hands.

"This body is so weak, and there are quite a few hidden dangers, but oh well—"

Golden pupils swept over Abe no Seimei, and Orochi calmly confirmed.

"The contract between us is complete."

As this 'Yamata no Orochi' personally confirmed it, Abe no Seimei's body flashed with light.

"As expected of Lord Yamata Orochi, you have kept your promise. Then:"

brush,

With his folding fan open, Abe no Seiji waved it lightly at Saihei, a gesture of 'challenge' from a nobleman during the Heian period.

"Please forgive my offense."

? !
This tone,

Is Abe no Seimei preparing to fight 'Yamata no Orochi'?

With the appearance of 'Yamata no Orochi', not only those around the world who were paying attention to the battlefield, but even the many demon-level masters on the battlefield, became silent background figures.

If anyone could possibly deal with him, it would be this 'strongest' Onmyoji in history, right?
He was resurrected.

Was it him who was also the one who resisted?
"Seimei, I thought you were a smart person;"

The 'Yamata no Orochi' floating in the air seemed unsurprised, and calmly raised its hand.

"What good would it do for the world to let the gods return?"

"At least some of them are willing to allow humanity to reproduce and thrive, but you—"

It will only eliminate the vast majority of people!
The serpent is an 'environmentalist', and this crowded world is clearly not in accordance with its 'natural' way.

"it is good,"

"Since we're going to fight,"

Orochi pressed down with one hand.
"Let's start with half the population of this planet to liven things up."

? ? ? ? ?

Bang————————

As the 'Yamata no Orochi' pressed down with one hand, it affected everything, from nearby Osaka to America on the other side of the planet; from Russia in the north to Australia in the south; and even Western European countries like England, France, and Germany, including Bharat and South Africa.
In every country, city, town, and place on the entire planet where 'people' exist, the crowds suddenly vanished!
A phantom explosion simultaneously rang out beside countless people who were staring at televisions, computers, and mobile phones.

Amidst the explosion, their relatives, friends, and neighbors:
They all disappeared randomly, abruptly, and decisively!

In an instant, the crowded people thinned out, accompanied by the sound of numerous cell phones hitting the ground, leaving the remaining people stunned, stunned, and still stunned.

what happened?
They can't understand!

"At least I feel a bit refreshed now."

The calm voice of a certain demon god emanated from televisions, computers, billboards, and mobile phones.

Refreshing?

What's so refreshing?!

Does the phrase "half the population" refer to...?

Stiffly turning their necks to look at the empty space beside them, people's faces twitched, and their blank minds slowly came back to their senses.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

"No—" "Darling?"

"My family, my neighbors?!"

In an instant, the cries of billions of people resounded across the entire planet, truly soaring into the sky.
No matter where or what country it was, it was plunged into mourning, grief, and despair!
'KYG, I regret it.'

A voice called "Ghost" came from inside the armor. As a network god, she already knew what had happened while the other extraordinary experts were still wondering.

In an instant, it claimed billions of lives: even for ordinary people, this method was beyond her comprehension.

Even in the plane of existence where she was born, this wasn't the case.
No, the "heaven" created by those "false gods" in "Takamagahara" should be able to do such a thing.

But compared to the magnificent and boundless sunlight of the 'sky',
The method by which Yamata no Orochi could wipe out billions of people with a single press of his hand was nothing short of terrifying, horrifying, and chilling.

Is it too late to run now?

"Master Guigui,"

Swallowing hard, KYG decided to go all out.

"We can't turn back now!"

"If this is the last live broadcast, let's spread it and preserve it."

After learning what had happened from Gui Gui, KYG's previous fear vanished, and his stubbornness as a reporter prevailed.

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.

Egypt,

"High Priest, what is this?"

"Why are you panicking?"

Imhotep glanced disapprovingly at the young priest who was trembling, and his eyebrowless brow furrowed.

"Those who died were merely ordinary people. In my temple, the power of alien demons cannot penetrate! But you:"

With a casual wave of his hand, the young priest was sent flying out of thin air and fell from the temple.

"With such a mindset, one does not deserve to stay here."

"Abandon the priesthood and start anew as a slave!"

When the young priest fell to the ground, his black robe had flown away, leaving only a rag covering his crotch.

"High Priest, I was wrong, I was wrong—"

No matter how much he pleaded, there was no response from the temple.

"what!"

A burning sensation on the forehead,
The young man instinctively raised his hand.

A burning hot mark appeared on his forehead.

The symbol of slaves in ancient Egypt!

? !
Tap tap tap,

Amidst hurried footsteps,

Several superhuman soldiers surrounded them.

"Kneel down, slave!"

Just as the high priest, in a fit of displeasure, arbitrarily demoted his subordinates to slavery;
That demon god 'Yamata no Orochi' could wipe out half the population of a planet with a mere wave of his hand!
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.

Osaka,

"Lord Yamata Orochi, you have gone too far."

Shaking his head slightly, Abe no Seimei twirled his folding fan, drawing a circle in the air.

next moment,
A hand extends from the circle.

Black ink dripped from the fingertips of this hand.

Tick-tock

The ink fell to the ground and suddenly spread outwards. Instead of turning black, it revealed a profusion of flowers and golden rice ears, with the radiance of a bountiful harvest sweeping across the landscape.

"With the compassion of rice paddies and the growth of the Jianmu tree, may all grow together in bliss!"

"With the compassion of rice paddies and the growth of the Jianmu tree, may all grow together in bliss!"

"With the compassion of rice paddies and the growth of the Jianmu tree, may all grow together in bliss!"

As the golden rice fields spread out, endless prayers rose in layers! In the blink of an eye, this battlefield—no, the area centered on Wakayama and Tokushima prefectures—began to spread and expand with countless enormous trees and plants.

Osaka, Aichi, Tokyo, and Shika.
This golden light swept across the entire island nation, and then spread to Russia, the Philippines, and Bharat!

Wherever it goes, everything springs to life, and all plants expand wildly;

? ? ? ?
Such a vibrant yet inexplicably terrifying scene caused countless grieving people to stop crying and look up in bewilderment once again.

They didn't know what had happened, just like they didn't know why their relatives and friends had suddenly disappeared.

On the battlefield, the land as far as the eye could see was filled with cheers!

Flowers are in full bloom, and rice stalks sway in unison!
This is a song of life!

Rumble rumble rumble~~~~
Giant trees, hundreds of meters in diameter and tens of thousands of meters tall, have clearly emerged from the ground;

Strangely, no earthquake propagated to other places because all the impact was absorbed by the plants.

This giant tree, similar to the Tokyo 'Divine Tree' but much larger, rose from the ground; constantly stretching its branches and leaves, it formed a huge 'throne'.

That's right, it's the throne!
A goddess leans lazily against the tree branch-formed chair.

The goddess lowered her head, her face veiled with a thin veil, revealing only compassion on the half of her face; on her head were horns that bloomed like tree branches, and her six arms were either gently holding cherry blossoms, holding elixirs, holding a handful of wheat ears, or forming hand seals in front of her chest.

As the trees grew, the goddess gradually raised her eyelids.

His eyes were bloodshot!
The six jet-black petals form the pupil.

"Yamata Orochi,"

The goddess parted her lips slightly, and her voice resonated throughout the world without needing KYG's live stream.

"All living beings are sick, and all creatures suffer."

Why create more bloodshed?

Facing the goddess who stood ten thousand meters tall, the Yamata no Orochi floating in the air let out a cold snort.

"Inari God - Miketsu".

"You have no right to interfere in my affairs!"

(End of this chapter)