I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 744 Changes on Mars

"It's you again, you wandering rascal!"

As a certain 'archangel' charged in, Diablo couldn't help but curse loudly.

The three Prime Evils allowed their souls to legitimately enter this 'Sanctuary World' by being 'betrayed' by their subordinates.

Even if they lose their bodies, with their power, they can easily take over the bodies of the strong, then use the 'Trinity Church' to gain a foothold, rule the world, and then seize the 'World Stone'.

However, the meddlesome Archangel of Justice, Tyrael,
They also wandered in this 'sanctuary world' for a long time through the descent of faith.

Furthermore, a thousand years ago, when the three Prime Evils were banished, this angel brought the 'Soul Stone' to help the human organization 'Hradic' seal the three Prime Evils, thus maintaining peace in this world. It can be said that without this angel of justice, this world would have ceased to exist long ago.

"I sensed a terrifying battle erupting here from a thousand miles away!"

The archangel, who flew into the fray, was surrounded by holy light. With gentle waves of tentacle-like light behind him, layers of halos spread out. Although he did not free the others from Diablo's terrifying illusion, he greatly restored their spiritual power and strengthened their resolve.

"I am the Archangel of Justice—Tyrael!"

It's a pity that it wasn't the 'Heroic Archangel' who came; otherwise, given the nature of his power, he could have instantly helped everyone escape the 'terrifying illusion'.

However, on the other hand, the 'heroic angels' of the Cloud Heaven cannot tolerate the slightest evil. In their eyes, humans should be purified along with demons!
"Young Nephalem, please let me fight alongside you and together seal away Diablo!"

The archangel, whose face was obscured, turned and gestured to the silver-haired, golden-armored paladin.

The so-called 'Nephalem' is the ancient name for the humans of this world:

Specifically refers to those powerful individuals who have awakened their bloodline.

That is, Ghost-level/Legendary-level.

It is also simply called 'Nephalem'!
Diablo is known as the "Dark Lord": this dreadlord, due to his youth, arrogance, and warlike nature, has always been the most dangerous of the three prime ministers, even surpassing Baal, the "Destroyer of Destruction".

"It is my honor, Archangel."

The silver-haired, golden-armored paladin readily agreed, then began to wander around the perimeter, watching the Archangel of Justice and the Demon of Fear fight.

Even so, neither the archangel nor the demon god objected: the paladin had likely exhausted a great deal of magical power to destroy the statue of Diallon, the god of decision and courage, in one blow, so it was normal for him to take the time to recover.

The evidence is this: the silver-haired, golden-armored paladin now has a sky-blue 'meditation' halo at his feet that can restore magic power.

The reality is—someone was simply slacking off openly.

Rumble, rumble, rumble! ! !
On the other side, the colossal statues of Bara, the god of creation and mystery, and Mephisto, the god of love and protection, are engaged in a fierce battle with the light-possessed Poison Island 10087. The three behemoths are fighting so hard that the sky darkens and the outcome is uncertain for the time being.

The reason is simple: they were just two empty statues.
Its strength is somewhere between a strong demon and a weak dragon, and it's evenly matched with 'Light'.

As for the others, they are still trapped in the 'illusion of fear': whether they can break free from the illusion is something left to them by someone.

It's supposed to be an 'Extraordinary Student Exchange Meeting,' so how could the principal not put out some tests? Overcoming inner fears greatly enhances willpower; even if it doesn't lead to an immediate level up, it at least gives you a better chance of reaching the Demon level.

Well, if I had to use a metaphor, it would probably be like watering the flowers in the yard?
In short, boys and girls:

Keep it up, the principal believes in you!

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.

Mars,

Sparta's main city:
Suspended Peak City, Grand Arena.

"Diana!"

"Diana! Diana!"

Compared to those 'tests' of student safety,
The trials on Mars are much more intense: the winner lives, the loser dies!

Amid the cheers of the audience, the woman holding a sword and shield raised her blood-stained weapon, responding to the thunderous praise from all directions: This is the tradition of the Spartans, strength and glory, blood and thunder.

Damn it.
Behind the woman lay a pile of fallen American superhuman soldiers.

One of the figures staggered to his feet and aimed the armor-piercing round launcher at the slender, athletic back.

While his experience of becoming a slave was indeed tragic, the fact that someone who used to be just an ordinary person had ridden over him made this extraordinary lieutenant even angrier.

Die! !
call out------

Specially designed armor-piercing rounds whistled out.

The woman had already turned around, but it was too late!

boom! !

The explosion engulfed the woman instantly, but soon a shield appeared from the smoke.

The shield actually managed to block the high temperature of over 1,000 degrees Celsius and the metal jet that reached speeds of up to 8000 meters per second.

Unfortunately, the extraordinary lieutenant could no longer see it: a one-handed sword was embedded in his forehead, the blade protruding from the back of his head, turning his brains into a paste.

Those were weapons thrown by the woman simultaneously, each strike fatal and merciless.

"Diana! Diana! Diana!"

The audience erupted in cheers once again, a deafening roar.

The citizens of Sparta never hesitate to applaud and praise the strong: in this city, strength is beauty, strength is right, strength is everything!
"He refused the reward for a ten-game winning streak, just to have the opportunity to meet me."

When the woman named Diana arrived at the largest stands in the Grand Arena, she knelt down on one knee before the young man with well-proportioned muscles, who was sitting on the Iron Throne, holding a golden cup with bright red liquid swirling inside. The man then asked her a question in a low voice.

"Speak, woman."

"You only have three minutes."

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince,"

The former Hollywood starlet, kneeling on one knee, raised her head. Her former allure was gone, replaced by a cold, hard expression. A few more rolls in the Spartan arena and everyone becomes a Predator: those who cannot transform are already corpses.

“You are the wisest person in this city,”

"Therefore, I urge you to give those captured scientists some time."

? !
"Bold——"

The guards beside him stepped forward, their eyes glaring angrily from beneath their helmets.

"You've taken up His Highness's time for such a trivial matter?"

Moreover, prisoners of war had to enter the Great Arena and redeem themselves with blood and death—a tradition that remained unchanged in Sparta for millennia.

For example, Diana, who won ten consecutive games, still obtained Spartan citizenship even though she refused the reward: that's right, in Sparta, as long as you are strong enough, not to mention women, even babies can obtain citizenship.

There is even a history of Athenian warriors who were captured and defeated the Spartans through their fists and feet, and were then escorted away.

Of course, that's just history, and it's a different matter from the effeminate men in Athens today.

"reason,"

With a slight raise of his hand, stopping the guards' angry rebuke, the man on the Iron Throne asked calmly.

"You should know the rules of this city."

Prove yourself with your blood—

They deserve to live!
"Yes, Your Highness."

Diana nodded. She had fought her way up from the Great Arena, gaining extraordinary power through the unique 'Blood Blessing' ritual there. Her offer of ten victories for this opportunity to speak wasn't simply a case of overflowing 'saintly heart,' but rather because:

"Please forgive my intrusion, Your Highness."

"Our city's history seems to have always been a battle with Athens?"

This is, after all, a transcendent world. The language and script of ancient Rome can be mastered quickly with just one spell.

So, in her spare time, Diana also browsed the books in the city's library: they were all records of battles fought against the Athenian army on XXX day, resulting in the beheading of so many people; or hunting a divine monster on XXX day and achieving a great victory.

In the entire Spartan dictionary, there was almost only the word 'battle'!
"So what?"

Faced with the Crown Prince's answer, Diana took a deep breath:

"Your Highness, it seems you haven't considered the enemies that have come from the 'Sky'?"

?

"Ah,"

The man on the Iron Throne made no comment, but the guards behind him burst into laughter.

"You mean like you. Sorry, I forgot you're already a 'Glorious Spartan'; if you're unhappy about that, you can challenge me to a gladiatorial contest."

After saying that, the guard continued his previous topic.

Having witnessed the battles fought by those outsiders, I don't see any need for precautions.

That's true. The people in America can only be described as 'weak'. Whether they are ordinary people or superhumans, they are no match for this city. There's no need for a regular army; a group of citizens could easily wipe them out.

That's because the 'strong' among us all ran away.

Diana continued speaking as the guard remarked, "A coward who runs away does not deserve to be called a strongman."

"Moreover, we are merely deserters from that planet."

The implication is that there are even more 'stronger' people in their hometown.

This is not an exaggeration. While these Spartan warriors are indeed formidable, they might not fare well against extraordinary forces like the Burning Legion or the Sky Continent. More importantly:
"Your Highness,"

"Don't you want to open up another battlefield?"

Diana's words carried a blatant provocation.

“A weak Athens can be destroyed at any time.”

"In the starry sky, there are also numerous races, nations, and even gods!"

"Hunt them, and offer their blood and heads to the Burner, the Lord of the Blood Banner, the Necessary Scars—the Great Ares!"

Having said that, he looked directly at the young man sitting on the Iron Throne: the Crown Prince of Sparta.

Such a blatant act of provocation, in other city-states, would most likely end in 'dragging it out and feeding it to the lions,' but here:

"interesting,"

The man on the throne stood up.

"So, you want me to spare those old men's lives and let them restart their landed steel 'ships' to conquer your former homeland?"

"That's exactly right,"

Diana smiled triumphantly.

“Your Highness, that is not my homeland: I am a Spartan now.”

The only way to save those scientists is through this method:
As for fighting back to 'hometown'?
Previously, she had no power, but now that she possesses extraordinary power, the woman also wants to test her skills against those extraordinary individuals from the Burning Legion, the Holy Church, the Sanctuary, and even the island nation.

It must be said that environment can greatly change a person; a woman named Diana had become accustomed to, and even liked, this:

A life of constant danger and peril!
war!
(End of this chapter)