I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 743 Something may happen, but action should not be taken.
"You actually used your illusions to attack me!"

On the other side, the young druid 'Yura', holding a withered wooden staff, wearing a deer helmet and a leaf cloak, whispered in a complicated tone.

"Oh? So, in Little Yuluo's heart, I'm the one she fears most?"

Opposite her stood a boy dressed in a high school uniform.

"Very well, let me, the teacher, take a look—"

A phantom of someone raised its hand and tapped lightly.

A drop of pitch-black ink,

It falls from your fingertips.

—Have you achieved anything in your studies?
"host?!"

"No, you are not God!"

The angel Saint Longinus, holding a spear, was shocked and furious, yet he could not hide his trembling hands.

Because the person who appeared before him was none other than Luigi! Undoubtedly, this was an illusion, but—

Why not attack?

The gentle 'Luigi' walked in step by step, without any imposing manner.

However, the archangel 'Saint Longinus', who was flapping his wings, instinctively retreated again and again!

“Longinus, you should understand that I am just an illusion.”

“Pick up the gun and stab me.”

"Lord, I'm so sorry, I..."

The trembling archangel knew, of course, that what he was seeing was an illusion, but piercing the 'Lord' again was a very cruel thing for him: before becoming an angel, he was still just a 'human'.

"I am the one who should apologize for becoming the object of your fear."

The gentle 'Luigi' sighed. Even if it was just an illusion, the gentle person remained gentle.

Within the 'Domain of Fear' of that Fear Demon God, even a powerful demon-level expert would find it difficult to control their hesitation.

As for whether they can overcome their fear, that's their business: fortunately, they have teammates who don't understand what 'fear' is.

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.

Poison Island 10087

Although he was just one of thousands of Busu Island clones
However, she was the first to show her 'independent personality,' which is why Tokugawa Shizuka brought her out and tried to let her be independent.

Now, faced with the trap set by the demon god, Poison Island 10087, who had little confidence in the two 'local' legendary powerhouses, decisively chose to 'call for help'.

睁、

Next second,
The expression on her face suddenly became vivid.

The kaleidoscope eye technique called 'Eight Thousand Spears' can even connect to the 'virtual game world,' making cross-dimensional transmission easy.

"The demon who wields 'fear'?"

"What a powerful evil spirit—"

Looking up at the magnificent golden 'statue', 'Hikari', who already knew the situation from Poison Island 10087's memories, clapped his hands together and formed a hand seal.

"Ninja Light,"

"We have come to punish you!"

"Oh, some kind of descent magic?"

Although he couldn't understand the extremely chuunibyou-ish Japanese language of 'Light', as a dignified demon god of fear, he could naturally understand her meaning.

"Just because of you?"

Before he finished speaking, a red light emanated from Poison Island 10087.

The light first formed the shape of a huge human skeleton, then strips of red 'muscle' covered it, followed by armor made of Mangekyou chakra. In the blink of an eye, a tall red warrior appeared on the battlefield.

Unfurling hundreds of meters into the 'Super Gundam', Busu Island 10087 gracefully ascended and landed in the diamond-shaped gem atop the red samurai's head.

Clang!

Two hundred-meter-long swords imbued with spiritual energy were drawn, and the giant Tengu warrior assumed a fighting stance.

"This is the Galaxy Ninjutsu: God Incarnation!"

?

Facing this enormous and magnificent statue, with its wings spread behind it, Dialon, the 'God of Decision and Courage' holding the Codex, smiled contemptuously.

"It's nothing but a clumsy imitation, utterly insignificant before the true gods!"

Boom boom boom~~
The next second, two enormous statues, 'God of Love and Protection' Mephisto and 'God of Creation and Mystery' Bara, stepped out, approaching the 'divine incarnation' of light from the left and right.

Bara, the God of Creation and Mystery, wielded his hammer! Golden light, like water, spread from the palm of Mavis, the God of Compassion and Protection.

All three are colossal creatures, hundreds of meters tall, and their every move and action in a head-on confrontation would cause the earth to tremble!

crackling

At the feet of the three colossal creatures, lightning flashed and passed by;

The paladin 'Haruka', wielding a longsword, charged alone towards 'Diaron, the God of Decision and Courage'.

"You hiding demon, come out!"

With a flash of lightning, the silver-haired, golden-armored paladin slashed at the air beneath the colossus's feet.

Clang!
The longsword, crackling with lightning, suddenly slashed at a twisted, pitch-black blade.

The two clashed fiercely, sparks flew, and layers of malevolent energy surged forth!
Light and darkness divide the battlefield into two colors:
On one side, magnificent and grand lightning; on the other, pitch-black and terrifying fog!

The surrounding religious cities trembled violently, and in many places, illusory scenes of yellow sand were revealed amidst the tremors, as if two spaces had overlapped and become disordered. It was like a painting, so lifelike that it could easily be mistaken for a masterpiece, suddenly splashed with a large puddle of detergent that could dissolve paint.

"You actually managed to detect my true form and still want to destroy this Trinity 'Divine Realm'?"

A figure gradually emerged behind the longsword.

This was a figure completely shrouded in a black robe made of tattered strips of cloth.

The robe was tattered and torn, yet no shape could be discerned from the other person: it was as if beneath the robe lay an unfathomable sea.

Only beneath the equally obscured hood did two breathtaking crimson lights peek out. They were the crimson of magma, the dark red of blood, and the blackish-red of death.
That gaze, overflowing with malice, was enough to instantly kill any professional below the legendary level, simply by making eye contact!
Even legendary figures could not withstand its corruption: King Leoric, Prince Aidan! These legendary heroes all fell at the feet of the Dreadlord, becoming its puppets.

As a 'demon god', Diablo was born with the abilities of 'terrifying illusions' and 'magical five senses';

Despite its appearance as a melee-focused demon, its mental abilities are actually among the best.

"Westmar has such an excellent paladin?"

From beneath the hood came the surprised voice of the God of Fear.

If Diablo was somewhat surprised that he couldn't evoke the paladin's 'fear', then the fact that the other party didn't flinch or avoid his gaze surprised even the demon god.

"Demon, pay the price for your sins and arrogance!"

The paladin 'Haruka' wielded his longsword, crackling with lightning, and slashed at the 'black-robed man' before him;
Suddenly, a white-gold light shone in the sky above!
Amidst the light, a fist formed from holy lightning broke through the clouds and plummeted down.

As it fell, the fist grew larger and larger, and in the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a magnificent platinum castle!

The platinum-gold light spread out as it fell, not intense or shocking, but carrying an irresistible and unstoppable sacred power! Wherever the light touched, the entire religious city suddenly became illusory, as if it were about to be pierced and erased by this light!
Fist of Heaven
The Paladin's ultimate skill can deal damage from both lightning and holy light simultaneously.
"What?!!"

The 'black-robed man' wielding the twisted longsword, who was Diablo who had taken over the body of 'Prince Aidan', cried out in shock and anger.

Because this 'fist' that fell from the sky was not aimed at him, but locked onto Diallon, the 'god of decision and courage' who held the codex, wore armor, and looked like both a fearless warrior and a dignified judge!

Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble ——————

The platinum-gold holy light and lightning engulfed the statue, and under the platinum lightning, the majestic 'God of Decision and Courage' began to melt.

As the outer layer of gold was pierced, countless dark and twisted faces were revealed beneath, revealing the true face of the 'Trinity Church': suspicion, fear, and bloodshed. As for the sins, lies, torture, and pain that arose from this, they were merely a lower level of evil.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Countless evil remnants wailed and struggled amidst the holy light and thunder.

Black smoke billowed from the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, then dissipated helplessly in the light. Evil can never see the light, just like a shadow behind a person; when the light shines, the shadow will surely disappear.

"How dare you-"

As the statue was shattered, Diablo, shrouded in a black robe, was enraged!
This "god of decision and courage," Diallo, is not even an "avatar" for Diavolo. Diavolo merely uses him as an identity card to walk in this world and would never try to absorb or utilize the faith that runs counter to his own nature.

After all, he is the Lord of Fear. If he were to actually absorb the spiritual power of humanity's yearning for 'courage,' wouldn't he turn himself into a 'madman'?
Demons are indeed evil, but they are neither crazy nor stupid; in fact, they are all cunning and shrewd.

So even if this 'statue' is destroyed, Diablo will be unharmed—but don't forget, he's an 'illegal immigrant,' and once his 'identity card' for navigating this world is destroyed, it means:

The world's oppression of him has returned.

"Demon, reveal your true form!"

While Diablo was in shock, the silver-haired, golden-armored paladin brandished his longsword once more, unleashing a fierce barrage of attacks accompanied by white lightning!
For a moment, even the mighty demon god was suppressed and forced to retreat repeatedly;

"Roar~~~ Mortal, you have angered me!"

Tear————

The longsword crackled with lightning, and Diablo's black robe ripped open at the shoulder; platinum lightning tore through his arm and slashed toward his neck! Wherever it struck, flesh exploded and demonic blood splattered.

Snapped! !

Unable to parry with his sword, Diablo simply raised his hand and grabbed.

Beneath the black robe, a ferocious claw forcefully clamped down on the longsword wrapped in lightning.

"Good, you're very good."

His black robe was becoming increasingly tattered, no longer even enough to conceal his mutated body.

Beneath the black robe, the gradually swelling body began to develop into a demon: scales began to cover the crimson skin, bone spurs pierced from the bulging muscles, and sharp claws extended from the ten fingers.
Due to the suppression effect of the 'Worldstone', Diablo, revealing his true form, bared his teeth, and billowing flames and venom squeezed out of his throat.

"Your body is stronger, making you perfect as my new host!"

puff,
No, I have to hold back!
Even if you can't laugh, you still have to finish this 'show'.

Upon hearing the arrogant declaration of the fear god before him, the silver-haired, golden-armored paladin nearly lost his composure.

Possessing me?
Are you serious?

"Hahaha, are you afraid? Submit to my power!!"

However, the paladin's 'frozen expression' was seen as evidence of fear by the fear demon who had revealed his true form.

This suddenly made someone feel exhausted. Although these 'actors' needed to give their all for the upcoming clash between light and darkness, they were actually considered to be afraid?

"The Demon King of Terror,"

With a flick of his longsword, breaking free from his opponent's grip, the paladin 'Haruka' spoke leisurely amidst the fierce battle.

"How should you deal with things that you yourself are afraid of?"

"ridiculous!"

"I am the demon god who wields fear, what can possibly make me afraid?"

It had completely swelled out of Prince Aidan's body, with sharp blades covered in hideous bone spikes piercing through his flesh, and huge, hideous demon horns extending from his skull.

Clang clang clang clang clang —

With a swipe of its claws, countless slashes landed on the paladin's longsword, scattering thousands of evil flames and streaks of lightning.

"Lying through your teeth is not a good habit."

Facing the arrogant Diablo, Paladin Haruka spoke calmly.

"Your ugly state is all thanks to the 'World Stone'."

In this world, both angels and demons are suppressed by the 'Worldstone,' for this is a world created by 'Anu's' eyes. And:
"You've expanded the divine domain of the 'Trinity Church' just because you're afraid of being disturbed, aren't you?"

As the paladin finished speaking, a brilliant platinum light shone in the sky!
Accompanying the overwhelming holy light was a shadowy, radiant humanoid figure.

The figure was clad in a seamless, golden armor that seemed to be part of the body, its light dazzling and radiant, as if forged from the sun's rays; behind it were wings composed of flowing light: these gently waving lights flowed with holiness, purity, and justice!
The neck area of ​​the helmet was covered by a white hood, obscuring the face from beneath.
However, it is not profound or terrifying, but rather gives people a sense of timelessness and tranquility.

"Diavolo!"

The newcomer, wielding a crystal longsword, charged forward with a whooshing sound.

"In the name of 'justice,' I hereby judge your sins!"

This being with seven pairs of luminous 'wings' had an ethereal voice, and its declaration was made with unwavering conviction; but it truly deserved it, for it was:

Archangel of Justice: Tyrael!
(End of this chapter)