I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 740 England's Trump Card
"Careful, Yugito!"

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The ground on the battlefield suddenly collapsed, and a huge figure emerged from the sand and dust: with a swipe of its foreleg, the Russian and English tin cans at the forefront disappeared without a sound.

This means they were instantly killed!

The only one who could offer any resistance was the Moon Warrior, clad in rune-inlaid heavy armor.
But with just a light sweep, it immediately flew straight out like a cannonball, accompanied by a cloud of dust!

"Time is the length of torment."

This enormous figure casually swung its claws, instantly annihilating a group of extraordinary students; along with a large number of surrounding monsters, they also instantly shattered into billowing black dust: accompanied by a deep sound that spread like a tsunami, the phantoms of monsters struggled and howled in the black mist.

"Life is all about the weight of suffering!"

No words can adequately describe this sound. It was like the chirping of thousands of insects under the cover of night, like the piercing cold wind in winter, like the dying cries of hundreds of wild beasts, and like the curses, shouts, and despair of millions of suffering people, permeated with pain and madness.

"I am eternal torture—"

The sounds amidst the smoke and dust went beyond mere grating; they were beyond just unpleasant and jarring.
Instead, it is a frenzy of countless lives constantly fighting and being hurt—plugging your ears is meaningless, as the sound will seep into your cells through your skin pores, bringing indescribable pain and impacting everyone's will.

The Realm of Pain!

"Ahhh~~"

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"What is this, an illusion?!"

As this sound rang out on the battlefield,

The remaining extraordinary students from various countries knelt on the ground, screaming in agony, instinctively clutching their heads.
Because all kinds of pain kept flooding into the brain, only the strongest willpower could face this extraordinary pain.

However, there are exceptions:

"The ability to create pain out of thin air?"

Poison Island 10087 raised his hands, his puzzled face full of confusion.

Why wasn't 10087 significantly affected?

As a clone, she is mentally deficient and reacts very slowly to various 'illusions'.

Although it is essentially an 'illusion,' its ability to influence the entire battlefield out of thin air makes it no different from a 'god or demon.'

"What a brilliant field."

Yura, wearing a deer-shaped helmet, slightly raised her head.
Even she felt a tangible stinging pain all over her skin, so it's not hard to understand why the students around her were staggering.

The sound swept out from the smoke and dust, and the monsters caught in the blast seemed to be torn to pieces, falling down with cries of agony. For a moment, the battlefield was like a kingdom under heaven, with all things bowing down!

On the contrary, the local soldiers, spearmen, and assassins on the city walls were all veterans of countless battles;
Frequent injuries make them more resistant to pain.

He could barely stand up.

Rumble rumble rumble~~~~
As the yellow sand poured down, the figure that emerged from the ground was finally fully revealed.

This is a gigantic insect demon: its massive, mountain-like body resembles a centipede, but is even thicker, supporting its upper half high.

Its entire body is covered in a reddish-blue carapace, like pieces of heavy metal armor; the surface is covered with vicious, sharp spikes, with some kind of brownish-red, evil markings that look like congealed blood, the marks left by thousands of unfortunate people who were pierced on it.

The mere appearance of this enormous insect demon caused countless people to kneel in agony, clutching their heads in pain!
The extraordinary students didn't recognize them, but a desperate clamor immediately erupted from the city walls:

"The King of Pain?!"

"It's Duriel. We're finished!"

"Don't be discouraged! The heroes over there haven't been affected—"

As 'locals', these Lu Thoth adventurers are not particularly afraid of pain; but facing a 'Demon King' is definitely something no one wants to see.

Without legendary heroes, numbers are meaningless in the face of the Demon King: almost every time the Demon King is sealed or defeated, a legendary hero is promoted.

Gathering twenty master-level paladins to activate all auras is merely an ideal scenario.

Even the High Council of the Temple of Light, Zakarum

There are only seven people.

? !
"careful,"

He gracefully stepped back, blocking Amir's path, the white-haired boy, the 'Gravekeeper', who was hovering in the air, had a serious expression.

“This guy is a projection of a ‘god’,”

"By channeling power into a temporary physical body, one can act no less powerfully than an ordinary divine descendant."

Simply put, it's a Demon-level monster!

In ancient Egypt, dragons were considered gods.

For example, Imhotep had clergy in architecture and medicine.

Of course, this kind of god is only the weakest of the three. A true god is powerful enough to destroy a civilization in an instant. But even the weakest god is still a god!

and so:
"I recommend you use 'Royal Valley of the Long Sleep',"

The white-haired boy standing in front of Amir spoke while remaining on guard.

Only by summoning the Pyramid of Seti I, and with the blessing of this field magic, can a tomb guardian with restored demon-level strength fight against it.

"Or, let your 'teacher' handle the situation himself."

If Imhotep were to come, with his dragon-level strength, he would naturally be able to deal with this alien god who was merely a 'projection'—of course, if the god's true form were to come, then:

The gravedigger was even happier! There was nothing more delightful than seeing his enemy in a fierce battle.

"I"

Amir hesitated.

The last use of 'Valley of Royal Long Sleep' had already cost him half of his lifespan, and he was waiting to go back to his teacher to preside over the sacrificial ceremony to replenish it.

As for summoning the teacher: What a joke! Although everyone knows that this 'exchange meeting' is a platform for extraordinary forces to flex their muscles, having the teacher personally participate would be a disservice to that principal.

Who would do something like that?
It seems we can only rely on those two 'plot characters'.

Thinking of this, Amir turned his head and his gaze fell on the calm-looking silver-haired, golden-armored paladin and the girl druid whose face he couldn't see.

These two legends from the demiplane human faction must be able to—?!

Just then, a figure walked past Amir.
May the sacred fire of the cherubim melt the dome.

"Refining the stubborn stone within my bones."

The girl walked and prayed with her hands folded, but her prayers were not in Hebrew, but in ancient Roman pronunciation.

While both the extraordinary students and the monsters were wailing and rolling around, trying to stay away from the mountain-sized insect demon king, only this girl dressed as a nun walked straight towards him.

"The acacia wood of the Ark of the Covenant served as the deed."

The wings of the Holy Spirit, like new olive branches, covered my forehead.

May my blood become the living spring flowing into Zion.

"Ok?"

Amidst the cacophony of countless insects chirping in confusion, the one named 'Celest' closed her eyes and spread her hands.

"Descended upon this body—"

In an instant, a silvery-white light suddenly emanated from the girl's body and shot into the sky!

Pure white, shimmering, star-like flakes drifted down slowly, like countless giant snowflakes falling.

No, those weren't snowflakes, but pure white feathers; with each feather falling, a hymn of praise resounded; amidst these hymns, the pain that felt like being torn apart by a thousand knives seemed to diminish out of thin air, though it didn't disappear, it became illusory.

"My name is Longinus!"

"By the Lord's command, let us punish all evildoers! Amen!"

Accompanied by a majestic voice, the spreading silver light completely enveloped the girl, outlining the image of a warrior: a halo of holy light above his head, his whole body shrouded in a soft holy light like a feather robe, making his face impossible to see, giving him a perfect, ethereal and holy profile.

He held an ancient-looking spear, stained with blood.
It doesn't appear bloody at all; on the contrary, it seems even more sacred, heroic, and fearless.

Longinus?!
The extraordinary students who stood up because of this person's 'hymn' were all looking surprised.

What's this person doing here?
And it came from English students.
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 is?!"

"Longinus, how could He be—"

In the main world, in the conference room of the High School of Spellcasting, extraordinary figures from various countries leaned forward, looking in astonishment at the scene in the center of the conference room.

They weren't too worried about other situations, since whatever happened was ultimately a matter of the 'Dark Demiplane'; those students all had 'near-death teleportation mechanisms', ensuring they wouldn't easily perish at this exchange meeting.

As for the Dark Demiplanes attacking the Overworld?
That's something 'that person' should consider; their little arms and legs can't handle it.

But now, the fact that the English students have suddenly had Longinus 'descend' upon them is of great importance to them!

"Please don't be nervous,"

The English representative stood up with a smile and gestured for everyone to remain calm.

"This is a sacred message bestowed upon 'Celest' by Her Highness the Princess. When faced with danger, one can invoke 'Saint Longinus' to descend and vanquish evil."

That’s it, that’s it!
No wonder that after the 'Lord' of America disappeared, the 'Saint Longinus' who pierced Him vanished without a trace.

Those extraordinary individuals who participated in the siege—cough, no, it should be 'Destined Death'—all gained tremendous improvements, but the eldest princess of England gained nothing.

Many people were initially speculating, since the 'Master' was of American descent, he ignored Princess Charlotte of England. Now it seems that the 'Master' actually entrusted the 'Saint Longinus' to that princess?
In this way, England will have two demon-level powerhouses!
Moreover, they are all super-standard Ghost-level weapons: Princess Charlotte wields Durandal, which can withstand the Dragon Shame of Ijiang.

The spear in Saint Longinus's hand pierced the body of the god twice: although both times were with the tacit approval of the Lord, it was by no means an ordinary divine weapon!

England.
Representatives from other countries at most wore complicated expressions.

The French representative, however, looked pale: the animosity between England and France has a long and deep-rooted history.
In this situation: Where is Joan of Arc? Please save her!

It's a pity if Joan of Arc were resurrected...

It's hard to say who to cut first.

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.

"Angel?"

Facing 'Saint Longinus' wielding a long spear, the enormous, insect-like demon grinned, revealing a mouthful of fangs.

"I've lost count of how much I've eaten!!"

Raising a pair of bloodstained blades resembling giant mantis arms, the demon king pointed them at the angel opposite him.

"Let me taste your wails—"

After saying that, the huge figure suddenly flashed and pounced on the 'angel'!
(End of this chapter)