I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 739 The Battle of Lu Gauin
Dark demiplane,
"Wow, it feels like coming home!"

"If it weren't for the monsters we encountered on the road, it would indeed be very similar to our 'hometown'."

The scorching sun shines on the desert, and the air distorts layer by layer under the high temperature; as far as the eye can see, the sand dunes stretch out like solidified giant waves; among the yellow sand, only a few cacti stubbornly take root.

A group of people left long footprints in the desert; now, they are almost at their destination.

Just as Amir and his companions lamented,

This place is indeed very similar to their hometown of Cairo:
Even the distant city, filled with 'Arabic' style, is exactly the same.

"Heroes, it seems we've come at the wrong time."

The speaker was a tall, middle-aged man wearing chainmail, a helmet, and an Arabic-style cloak. He was none other than Varif, the leader of the caravan from the Rogue Encampment.

After a certain 'legendary druid girl' dealt with Andariel's projection, the group was able to pass through the ruined monastery and cross the Tamer Highlands: stepping into the vast Alanoc Desert—even at the speed of the superhumans, it took several days to reach this place.

However, around that distant city, a brown mass was writhing.

Monsters

Countless monsters!
"No, we've come at just the right time."

The young paladin with silver hair and golden armor, 'Haruka', stepped forward and pointed into the distance.

"Evil is rampant, gentlemen, the time has come to show our courage!"

After he finished speaking, a deep red halo spread out from beneath his feet.

Vitality Halo
Increases the movement speed of teammates within range and improves their stamina recovery speed.

"It is our honor to fight alongside you."

The English knights and their students punched him in the chest. The paladin's strength made them, no, all of Europe, drool with envy and wish they could kidnap him and take him back to their own countries.

Ten defensive auras and ten offensive auras; once activated, they can greatly enhance nearby teammates, making this a class born to fight for large armies.
If twenty master-level paladin auras were stacked together, even a legendary demon king would be killed on the spot!
Paladins are the core force in this world that resists demons.

Unfortunately, this 'Sun Knight' is the Grand Master of the Knights of Westmarch, a Western nation, and cannot be recruited by any country.

"Leave this battle to us."

Holding a staff and with gray hair, Amir stepped forward confidently. Underneath his black priest's robe, he wore a soft hat.

The soft cap was unremarkable, yet the spiritual energy emanating from it drew envy from the surrounding extraordinary individuals: without a doubt, it was also an extraordinary piece of equipment.

Runeword: Knowledge

Increases maximum spiritual power, increases spell power, and increases lightning resistance.
Standard mage equipment, but none of the extraordinary students present would refuse to wear it if they could!

Even though this soft leather hat, in the style of medieval Western Europe, doesn't fit their "artistic style," what does appearance matter in the face of power?
As long as it's extraordinary equipment, it doesn't matter if you have a pumpkin head on your head!

"Let's go!"

With a shout, Tatsuki Yuuto was the first to rush towards the distant horizon.

He was dressed in Gothic plate armor, but it was only armor: no helmet, boots, not even gauntlets or weapons, making him look like a refugee who had scavenged equipment from there.

Using the 'cheating' weapon of self-destructing Netherworld Slaves, the four-person group from Santu Town outmaneuvered another leader and luckily collected the necessary runes:

Runeword: Smoke

Significantly increases melee defense, deflects ranged attacks, and increases resistance to all elements.
Although each attribute isn't particularly strong, when combined, it's a remarkable piece of extraordinary equipment: besides, as the saying goes, it's good enough if it's useful!

The others were wearing equipment brought from the main world, which could only be considered 'good' at best.

"Come on!"

"For Rune Justice!"

With two legendary figures in charge, the extraordinary students naturally took the lead: this was a great time to level up and fight monsters, and they wouldn't have another chance if they missed it.

"You're in high spirits, Knight Haruka! We—"

The druid girl 'Yura' tilted her head slightly.
"To provide cover for all the warriors."

The young paladin with silver hair and golden armor gave such a reply, which made 'Yura' nod slightly.

This is ultimately an 'exchange meeting' for students from different countries, and it's time for them to show their talents.

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.

Clang, clang, clang,

"What a brutal, terrifying, yet exhilarating battlefield!"

Amidst the rapid scraping of armor, the English leader, charging forward, felt the intense heat, smoke, and the stench of blood rushing towards him and couldn't help but whisper.

As the small group sped across the desert, the city ahead gradually came into view: it was a magnificent city full of Arabic style, with round, pointed buildings and tall city walls that stretched to the left and right like cliffs, seemingly without end.

But now,
This magnificent city is under attack by countless demons and monsters!

Hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of extraordinary monsters, like ants, launched wave after wave of attacks on this magnificent city towering in the desert.

As the wealthiest nation on this continent, Lu Gholein was no pushover. Although it had suffered a surprise attack from a certain 'Dark Wanderer', resulting in numerous casualties, the remaining nobles, mercenaries, and adventurers all rallied on the city walls to fight for themselves, for their families, and for their country.

Of course, another reason is that they had no way out!

Rug Gauin is a port city: at the end of this desert lies the sea.

In the mage tower behind the city wall, several master-level fire mages finished their joint spell, and the clouds in the sky suddenly began to spin and fall.

The next second, a meteorite the size of a building complex roared down from the distorted clouds: its tip glowed red and melted as it fell, carrying enormous kinetic energy, and crashed into the monster sea outside the city, instantly blooming into a gigantic crimson flower on the ground!
boom------! ! !
A meteorite fell from the sky, creating the illusion of a volcanic eruption in the desert:
Amidst countless splashes of lava and flames, numerous monster corpses and severed limbs were scattered like ashes.

At the same time, the other mages also joined forces to cast 'Sandstorm Tornado'. The yellowish-brown tornado that stretched from the sky to the ground swayed forward and raged along the outside of the city wall. It blew the dense monsters that clung to the city wall into the air like ants in a storm, and the monsters were blown into tiny sparks of blood and flesh by the attack of countless yellow sand.

Then it was submerged, assimilated, and absorbed by the yellow sand!
However, not all monsters fear the sandstorm tornado: after the tornado, a dozen elite sandworms, each with eight sharp claws embedded in the city wall and burning with flames, used their chitinous carapaces and elemental advantage to forcibly resist the sandstorm tornado's onslaught and suddenly pounced on the city wall.

"what!"

"Be careful--"

"Kill them!!"

A roar mingled with the sound of flesh shattering as more than a dozen warriors were rammed by the giant sandworms, their armor ripped apart and their bodies engulfed in flames. Their bodies tumbled in graceful parabolic arcs, crashing heavily to the ground from the city wall, only to be instantly engulfed by the monsters below. However, these sandworms did not wreak havoc for long.
Soon, a group of assassins armed with scimitars, hidden darts, brass knuckles, and leaping and darting about, rushed in from behind the city wall and hacked the monsters to death with their blades.

However, this delay caused a large number of monsters to gather again below the city wall, which had just been cleared!
As the crowd drew closer, they were able to see the battlefield more clearly:

Every inch of yellow sand above and below the city wall was covered with writhing monsters, mangled limbs, bones, and rotten flesh.

Those winged 'demon bats' and 'vulture demons' swooped down from the sky toward the city walls; even as they were constantly shot down by arrows, they did not flinch: because their will had long been controlled by 'fear', they naturally had no fear of death.

There were also countless swarms of scarabs, moving across the battlefield like dark clouds.
Once someone is injured or falls to the ground, these thumb-sized scarabs will swarm in and desperately burrow into the human body through wounds, mouths, and ears, gnawing at flesh and blood, laying eggs and hatching, and in the blink of an eye, they will devour a living person into scattered armor and bones!

Meanwhile, the monsters on the ground were not idle either. Stepping over the corpses of other monsters, they either used their claws or their spiritual power to rush up the city walls and fight fiercely with the defenders.

With a cat's head and a human body, and filled with ancient Egyptian style, the 'Sabertooth Cat' has limbs that crawl like an animal and ten sharp claws that can tear through steel!
There are tall, thin, skeletal warriors with four arms wrapped in shrouds, each holding a curved sword;

Once they leap onto the city wall, the four curved swords dance so tightly that it becomes a whirlwind of death!
The spearmen, soldiers, and assassins on the city wall naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die; they all turned their swords and spears against each other, their cold glints flashing.

The mutated roars, the agonizing screams, and the violent, frenzied roars mingled together, echoing endlessly between the blood-soaked city walls and the earth.

Even the sun in the sky turned a blood-yellowish yellow, painting this cruel battlefield with a dark red hue: this was the power of some demon god, distorting the signs of this area; the sunlight was filled with venomous malice, making people break out in a cold sweat, feel palpitations and shortness of breath, and feel inexplicable fear.

"Summon: Gravekeeper!"

Upon arriving at the battlefield, some people couldn't wait to take action.

With the blessing of two 'runewords', Amir can summon a 'Gravekeeper' at the peak of the Tiger level with a simple wave of his hand, and his strength is already considered Tiger level.

"Ok?"

"This land."

As soon as he appeared, the white-haired youth, the 'gravekeeper', looked around and a cold smile appeared on his face:
"Everywhere you look, you're surrounded by the spirit of our Egyptian 'cycle',"

He was naturally referring to the mummies mixed in with the monsters, the 'divine warriors' with cat heads and human bodies, the 'sand knights' wrapped in shrouds and with four arms, and the scarabs flying everywhere.
"It's nothing but a poor imitation."

These are all standard ancient Egyptian supernatural beings, yet they appear in this demiplane, which is quite obvious:

Thousands of years ago, that 'Yahweh' fought a battle with the nine Ennead gods of ancient Egypt; although he 'retreated to the Red Sea in victory,' he still managed to gain some spoils.

In the name of Ra's corona—

The white-haired 'Gravekeeper' raised the Sun Staff aloft.
The staff, inlaid with various gemstones to simulate 'sunlight', suddenly lit up with streaks of colorful light.

"Scarab, crush the Dark Corrosion Core!"

"Cat Spirit, strangle the Breath of the Rebellious Moon!"

"Sand Riders, raise the winds of burning bones!"

"Whatever the sun's flames touch becomes holy ashes—"

As the descendant of the ancient Egyptian gods chanted the incantation, the entire battlefield suddenly changed: the scarabs that roamed around like dark clouds abandoned their attack on the humans on the city walls and instead pounced on the monsters below; the 'saber-toothed cats' with cat heads and human bodies clung to the city walls and began attacking other monsters that tried to climb up.

As for the 'Sand Knights' among the monsters, their four curved blades suddenly slashed outwards, turning them into meat grinders!
There are also classic mummies, and self-moving 'mummy sarcophagi', etc.
As these 'Egyptian-style monsters' turned against the city, the monster offensive that was crashing against the city walls suddenly became chaotic.

"It can actually control monsters, what kind of 'summoned creature' is this?"

The legendary druid girl 'Yura', who knew the truth all along, deliberately asked with feigned suspicion.

"Perhaps it's related to 'The Summoner' Herathon?"

Since Yura was putting on such a performance, someone else would naturally cooperate: the paladin 'Haruka' began to explain.

"It is said that the 'Fiesjelly School of Magic' once produced two geniuses: 'Demon Eater' Bartke and 'Summoner' Herasson."

These two brothers were renowned powerhouses from the Dark Demiplane a thousand years ago. They possessed the ability to summon demons and command a large number of demons to serve them. They were even able to control demon leaders, with more than a dozen master-level peak demon leaders under their command, making them extremely powerful for a time.

Herathon's summoning, imprisoning, researching, and controlling demons is already considered a 'radical' act;

But his brother Bartke was even more radical: he directly devoured the power of the demons for his own use, and even believed that he was the demon and that the three Prime Evils were the saviors.

In the end, the two brothers fought a great battle, turning the land into a wasteland: Herathon killed his brother Bartk with his own hands and hid in a demiplane to avoid the demons' revenge.

The remaining mages of the 'Fishjelly School of Magic' swore never to use magic again because of this disaster and formed an assassin organization: dedicated to hunting down evil mages.

"This desert beneath our feet was once a battlefield."

Therefore, many of the monsters in this area still retain magical techniques from the 'Fiesjelly School of Magic';
The white-haired boy-like 'summoned creature' is able to control these monsters, which can only be explained by his connection with the 'Summoner' Herazon.

Strictly speaking, this is a classic case of the father resembling the son.

According to someone's 'settings', much of the magical knowledge in this demiplane was borrowed from various pantheons.

The ancient Egyptian pantheon can be considered the source of magic in this desert.

"I see," Yura nodded.

She had never played the Diablo game and was very interested in the history of this 'demigod'.

Not only her, but several other students around her also perked up their ears: they were all inclined towards 'magic and support professions' and were not on the front lines.

For example, the English nun, Joey riding a white wolf, Busujima 10087, Yukino Tatsuki, etc.—and understanding the background of this world is also very important.

The remaining people, empowered by the aura of the 'Haruka' paladin, are making a swift and unstoppable charge into the monster army!

"Hahaha, have fun!"

The leader of the large army swept out a three-meter-long axe-spear.

He swept away a group of sandworm larvae with overwhelming force, and then with a swift slash, tore apart a 'Blood Belly Beast' that looked like an ogre.

That paladin's aura is amazing! Even without taking action, just being enveloped by his aura greatly increases their strength: they can switch between various attacks, defenses, and healing abilities with ease, leaving these extraordinary students completely unscathed.

"Be careful!!"

Suddenly, Joey shouted.
Immediately afterwards, the leader, Da Mao, experienced a sudden blur before his eyes.

When they came to their senses, they were already standing in the teleportation array of the High School of Spellcasting.

Not only him, but also several other equally bewildered 'Silvermane Iron Guards' and English 'Royal Knights' were around him.

Ah this
Got killed instantly?
(End of this chapter)