I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 688 The 'Legacy' Belonging to Western Europe

"Diablo, does that sound like some kind of god?"

"No, it should be a novel—"

It's no wonder that many extraordinary "big shots" don't know that this is a computer game from 25 years ago.

It can be said to be an epoch-making existence in the history of games: twenty years ago, most online games were based on the 'Diablo' template, with monster killing, leveling up and getting equipment, using the left and right mouse buttons to cast skills, and number keys to drink potions. The skill tree was basically copied from Diablo!
However, as the saying goes: most gamers are ordinary people;

Whether in the past or present, everyone here earns hundreds of thousands per minute, so why would they care about this?

Of course, there are always exceptions: besides the representatives from America, quite a few people also 'suddenly realized' the situation, and then they all showed expressions of utter dismay.

"Let me explain,"

The American representative cleared his throat.

"Diablo is a game from 25 years ago, the most classic second generation, with global sales of over 15 million copies."

? !
Many of these big shots have never played games.

But a thought flashed through my mind and I knew what that number represented.

"This game pioneered many groundbreaking innovations, but those are not the point."

The American representative calmed down and said that the gameplay and the game's status were meaningless; the real key was the game's 'background'.

"Simply put, this game is set in medieval Europe, where the protagonist plays one of seven classic Western fantasy classes: Paladin, Barbarian, Mage, Druid, Necromancer, Assassin, and Amazon. The game involves fighting enemies, searching for treasure, and leveling up, eventually defeating numerous monsters, demon kings, and demon gods."

Next, is the key point.

"The world in which the game characters live is actually a 'manufactured' world."

what?
Demiplane,
Aren't they all parts of the shattered main world?
"I don't know either: maybe this world just happens to be similar to that game; maybe that game itself only came into existence under the influence of certain beings."

If the American representative had only suspected it before, he is now almost certain.

Because there are too many similarities: Rogue Encampment, corpses setting on fire.
"I understand!"

On the other side, the French representative suddenly stood up, his face full of excitement.

What have you figured out, you idiot?
This sudden outburst caused representatives from other countries and Tokyo's extraordinary "big shots" to turn their heads and look over.

"That's it, that's it"

This guy kept muttering to himself as if he had finally discovered some earth-shattering secret, which annoyed many powerful figures. They used their spiritual energy to crush him and slapped him a few times from a distance before he finally came to his senses.

"Sorry, I lost my temper."

"Everyone, a question that has been troubling me and everyone else for a long time has finally been answered!"

? ?
As everyone listened attentively, the French representative pointed proudly to the center of the room.

"Our extraordinary heritage—no, the heritage of Western Europe—is right here! It's all here! It's all here!"

"Gentlemen, now that we are in the age of mythology, I might as well speak frankly: why is there no remarkable miracle in the legend of 'Yahweh'?"

Before Luigi, the only thing that could be called a 'miracle' was their French holy sword 'Durandel,' which was even embezzled by the English: thinking of this, the French representative glared hatefully at his old enemy.

As for Luigi, whether it is him or his four 'Kings of the Archangels';
Their abilities are all bizarre and inexplicable; it's only because they are honest and upright that they have such disgusting abilities, otherwise, who knows how many horrific casualties they would have caused.

As the French representative said, why does a dignified monotheistic religion have no miracles, or even no lineage?

"The answer is right here! In this demiplane!"

The French representative was so excited that his face turned red, and he forcefully ripped open his collar, breathing heavily.

"Paladin, Barbarian, Mage, Druid, Necromancer, Assassin, Amazon. These are all extraordinary professions from Western European legends!"

"And the background of this world happens to be one that I've also played: behind the major kingdoms of humanity lie the High Heaven and the Burning Hell, and the 'Eternal War' that has lasted for millions of years!"

As he spoke, an undisguised greed flashed in his eyes!
"These are all part of our nation's heritage. Perhaps twenty-five years ago, the influence of certain beings was transmitted to the main world."

Is it because of those existing influences that someone created this game?
However, what many other country representatives were more concerned about was:

Heaven or hell?
The moment those two words were uttered, everyone present was thrown into a frenzy.

The Church of Yahweh once dominated the world's mainstream beliefs, and even people from island nations are quite familiar with these two terms.

If these two forces were to return, the scene would be—

can not imagine!

"Well, sir."

The American representative interrupted the French representative, speaking with displeasure.

"I do not believe that you, or any of us here, have the power to influence any decisions made by 'Heaven' or 'Hell'."

"Please note that given France's past 'blasphemous' actions, if the High Heaven were to descend, the first thing it would do is absolutely wipe your country out with a single shot!"

After speaking, the American representative gave the other party a cold glance.
"Since you've played this game, you should know: the valiant angels cannot tolerate any evil or blasphemy!"

And that angel possessed a spear called Solarion, forged from the core of a star, whose power was terrifying beyond belief.

Distracted by the American representative

The French representative turned pale instantly, deflated like a punctured balloon, and sat down again.

???

The others were even more confused, and at the same time whispered instructions to their subordinates.

I believe that soon all the information about the 'Diablo' game will appear in their office.

No, even this 'old' game, I believe these extraordinary masters wouldn't mind playing it once: it's never a bad thing to know more about it.

"Everyone, please be careful."

The American representative brought the topic back on track, saying, "As the French gentleman said, this world, which appears to be a transcendent kingdom in medieval Europe, is in fact a battlefield where angels and demons fight!"

"In the game's lore, this world was created from the Worldstone by archangels and archdemons who were weary of the 'Eternal War': all humans are actually hybrids of angels and demons."

"You will soon learn of the above information."

The American representative pointed to the footage of the ongoing battle—

"The most crucial thing now is that the 'small boss' who was killed in three hits at the start of the game is now a peak Tiger-level being."

So, what kind of powerful beings are those demon kings, demon gods, and archangels?
In an instant, everyone watching became restless.

This exchange activity
Let's hope it doesn't end up being a war between gods and demons!
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.

This change,

For the many students in the 'demiplane', however, it had no effect whatsoever.

They are immersed in the tense "monster-fighting" phase: for example, Tokugawa Shizuka is luring away the giant gorilla's "tree-headed wooden fist", and the white-haired ancient Egyptian boy is suppressing the "corpse fire".

"Quicksand Mist!"

Around a collapsed cave, vast swathes of yellow sand surged and billowed.
Clearly, as a descendant of the gods of 'Ancient Egypt', this 'tomb guardian' also possesses considerable desert magic.

"Hmph, a human mage's little trick."

The ice zombie, which called itself "Corpse on Fire," stomped its foot.
"Frozen spiritual energy!"

Click click click click click—!!
A ring of sky-blue cold air suddenly burst forth from the 'Corpse on Fire', instantly freezing the moisture in the air into layers of ice crystals.

These ice crystals spread and expanded visibly, eventually turning into huge ice cones that pierced the sky from the ground!

boom----

Ice crystals and yellow sand collided.
Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, neither seemed capable of defeating the other.

"Troublesome flies"

Looking up at the 'Gravekeeper' floating in the sky, the ghostly blue flames in the corpse's eye sockets flickered.

"Get off!"

With a roar, the 'Corpse Ignites' atop its dark blue flame crown suddenly opened its mouth.

call out------

A pale white and eerie blue light shot out, like a large laser weapon, heading straight for the 'Gravekeeper' in the sky!

Ghost Strike

This move severed one of Amir's arms; if it weren't for the 'dangerous teleportation mechanism,' one of his companions would have lost an arm on the spot.

"Scarab Shield!"

The white-haired ancient Egyptian boy, floating in the sky, drew a circle with his staff, and countless grains of yellow sand suddenly flew towards him.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The next moment, the dark blue light seemed to crash into the rock like water, suddenly dispersing into countless tiny beams of light that shot out in all directions. These scattered beams of light flew and cut wildly, slicing through everything from yellow sand to ice spikes without any resistance.

"Tsk, if I weren't in poor condition, this mere 'Frost Ghoul' would be nothing."

The light came and went quickly, and once the 'corpse on fire' stopped spitting out attacks, in front of the 'grave guardian' in the sky was a huge, half-melted yellow sand beetle.

This was also the reason for his displeasure; the supposedly absolute defense, the 'Scarab Shield,' was almost destroyed.

This is all because he is no longer at his peak, but:
"Take care of you, that's more than enough!"

With a wave of his staff, the yellow sand from all directions surged toward the center like ocean waves, threatening to engulf the 'Body Ignites'.

"Again?"

The zombie leader, clad in ice armor, raised his hands.
Puff puff puff puff,

Huge ice spikes kept breaking through the ground, their jagged edges blocking out all the yellow sand.

"I've seen this magic before; it's meaningless."

"Oh?"

The 'gravekeeper' floating in the sky simply raised his staff.
"And what about this move?"

A crimson hue suddenly appeared in the overcast sky.

? !
Sunlight?

No, not possible!
The first reaction to the zombie leader 'Corpse on Fire' was that it was absurd.

Not to mention that the Kingdom of Kanduras is located in the north and has a relatively cold temperature, with most of the time it is covered by dark clouds; the residual power of that 'demon god' alone is enough to keep this land from seeing the sun for more than ten years.

Rumble, rumble! !
Soon, the corpse realized that what was above the clouds was not sunlight, but rather:

Wave-------

The crimson rocks, as large as small hills, pierced through the clouds, accelerating and accelerating under the pull of the 'Gravekeeper'!
Due to intense friction with the air, the massive rocks had transformed into molten lava, and the raging flames turned the battlefield crimson, like a blazing sun falling.

This is the half of the small hill that the tomb-guarding ability user quietly ascended into the sky when it broke through the ground: his strength wasn't enough to create meteorites out of thin air, but with a little trickery, he could still do it:
Pulled by extraordinary forces, the rock had already reached several times the speed of sound: it fell from the sky in the blink of an eye.

"I've killed countless guys like you."

The tomb guardian spoke 'Ancient Egyptian,' making it a complete misunderstanding between them.

However, the ability of extraordinary experts to communicate directly through 'thought' still allows them to transmit information without any obstacles;
It landed in the consciousness of the 'corpse on fire', trapped in place by the ice it created.

"Die!"

boom--------!!!
(End of this chapter)