I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 750 Kamisama Kiss

"Hehehehe!!!"

A maniacal laugh filled with anger, terror, and malice;
Emerging from the golden light, the sound merely swept across the walls of 'Lu Gholein', instantly conjuring up all sorts of monsters out of thin air.

"Oh my god, it's Udarmon!"

Several soldiers wielding long spears retreated in terror;

Before them stood a colossal monster, its muscles as if bound together by steel, five meters tall with a five-meter waist, its body radiating an iron-blue hue. It roared to the sky, its sonic waves spreading out in layers like surging waves.

boom! !

the other side,
The city wall suddenly trembled, and a figure over fifty meters tall appeared outside the city wall.

This was a gigantic, armored monster, its hunched back almost level with the walls of 'Lu Gholein': it had a huge metal platform on its back.

His entire body was covered in black, close-fitting heavy armor, like that of an amputee; on the armor were huge, ferocious bone spikes, large enough to crush an ordinary barbarian professional's hand like a persimmon, with giant bone spike-like blades growing from them.

Simply moving around randomly, it truly crushes stones like sand and shatters walls like paper!
"This is impossible?!"

The professionals who witnessed all of this turned ashen-faced because:

Why are the siege beasts from the Burning Hell here?

Legend has it that this was a war monster used by demons to destroy the Angel Fortress, controlled by demons standing on its back:
But it is said that the demons did not actually control them, but merely used their height advantage to launch attacks; in any case, these monsters did not care if someone rode on them.

"God, what did I see—"

If the appearance of these 'monsters' is still understandable,

The shock of those Arab 'assassins' wielding scimitars and wearing white veils was beyond words.

A man dressed in a magnificent Arabian battle robe,

A man with a large jewel and brightly colored feathers on his turban, wielding a curved sword, strode forward, causing the assassins to retreat in panic.

"king?"

"Your Majesty Jehain, you..."

Faced with their own king, these assassins retreated again and again;

No matter how brave or fearless they were, the loyalty ingrained in their bones prevented them from wielding their scimitars.

"No! No!"

A master-level general gritted his teeth.
"These are all illusions, things we fear—don't fall for the devil's tricks!"

That's true, but even the general trembled and his face twitched when faced with the cold and indifferent woman in front of him.

The reason why the God of Fear strikes fear into the hearts of countless adventurers is because He possesses the ability to reflect the deepest fears in people's hearts: He can destroy armies and conquer cities and nations with just his voice, without even needing to fight!
Fortunately-

"The shadow of fear, have no chance to do evil."

A beam of platinum light swept out, instantly making the monsters, siege beasts, and even the city's king, which were originally 'real and illusory,' appear illusory.

"Retreat! Scatter! I will surely sever your claws and teeth with a righteous judgment!"

Under the constant illumination of light, these 'terrifying illusions' eventually vanished.

It's not that the Demon of Terror is inferior to the Archangel of Justice, but rather:

"The noble archangel has once again triumphed through the hands of humankind."

Bound tightly by numerous platinum chains, Diablo, whose demonic body was tattered and whose heart had been pierced by the longsword of the paladin 'Haruka,' sneered at his old rival, his disdain evident in his expression.

"But this is only a temporary victory."

Pfft

"You talk too much, you devil!"

The silver-haired, golden-armored paladin swung his longsword, completely shredding the opponent's heart.

The God of Fear would not die so easily, but after the body that carried Him lost its life force, the body that terrified countless people immediately turned to ashes, leaving only a long, crimson crystal that fell into the yellow sand.

The stone swirls with crimson light, conjuring countless menacing demonic figures: slaughter, devouring, evolving.
This is the essence of hell: it grows strong through evil and expands through chaos; the more it kills and collides, the more it develops and evolves. It is not simply evil for evil's sake or destruction for destruction's sake, but rather, in evil and destruction, new and stronger chaotic forces are born!

In fact, this is also why life evolved:

It is precisely because of the constant attempts, collisions, and combinations of primitive, chaotic, and disordered biological macromolecules that intelligent life was born.

"Soul Stone?"

The paladin wielding the longsword glanced at the crystal on the ground.

Then he looked at the 'Archangel of Justice', who was covered in magnificent golden armor and whose face was obscured by his hood.

"Yes, human warrior, this is the soul stone of the 'Dread Demon God'."

As he spoke, the archangel not only did not approach, but subtly retreated.

"This is an object born from the 'World Stone'."

If the 'World Stone' is the eye of 'Anu', then the so-called 'Soul Stone' is the tear shed from that eye.

As the origin of angels, demons, and humans in the dark demiplane, the eyes of this god 'Anu' are incredibly magical. Their tears alone possess the ability to imprison all 'spirits,' leaving even the three demon gods of hell helpless.

Conversely, the three Prime Evils were also protected by the 'Soul Stone' and wanted to kill them:
Even a brief kill requires the power to destroy the Soul Stone.

"This stone is entrusted to you for safekeeping."

The Archangel of Justice was also helpless, because he too was a spirit descended: he didn't want to accompany Diablo, and it was best not to touch the 'Soul Stone'.

"Is that so?"

The silver-haired, golden-armored paladin stepped forward and picked up the crimson crystal from the ground.

The next second, the blazing and eerie illusory flames immediately extended along the crystal towards the 'Haruka' paladin's palm.

"Humph,"

With a soft hum, a burst of blazing white holy lightning exploded on his arm. The eerie flames, as if alive, instantly contracted and retreated, daring not to make any further movement.

This performance earned a nod of approval from 'Archangel of Justice' Tyrael.

"Human warrior, you possess an indomitable heart."

Tyrael dared not touch the soul stones of the three Prime Evils casually, and could only entrust them to the best among humans for safekeeping: but given the corrupting power of the Prime Evils, even legendary strongmen could not withstand them for long.

Like the now-extinct kingdom of 'Kanduras': King Leoric and Prince Aidan.

If it's an epic-level powerhouse.
Tyrael sighed inwardly.
Only a powerful being like 'Ta Rasha' could use his own body as a cage to fight the soul of the demon god for a thousand years.

"What's next?"

The archangel of justice turned his head, his hood obscuring his face, and turned to the other side:
With Diablo's temporary 'death,' the 'Trinity Realm' that shrouded this battlefield completely collapsed, and the extraordinary students from various countries escaped the 'terrifying illusion.'

Before the tired students could react, they all vanished into thin air amidst beams of light.

"Teleportation magic?"

What surprised Tyrael was certainly not 'ordinary' teleportation.

Rather, it's because:

"It connects to the main world!"

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.

Tokyo, Jujutsu High School.

"Director, the students from all countries have returned."

"Yes, give them a full physical examination immediately, including mental health!"

Director Zhuya's clone gave the order: With the 'live broadcast interrupted,' governments around the world are also unaware of what happened in the 'Dark Demiplane,' but even a fool could tell that it was definitely not a good thing.

Diablo, the 'Dread Demon,' was arguably the most ambitious and cunning being in that demiplane, but fortunately—

"His child has not yet been born,"

Prince Aidan, possessed by Diablo,
He falls into a passionate, near-death love affair with Adria, the witch who comforts him and provides them with magical potions.

However all of this
It was all Diablo's scheme.

In fact, the witch Adria is the current pope of the Trinity Church!

After the three Prime Evils were banished, the Church of Trinity sided with Azmodan, the Lord of Sin. The witch Adria came to the Kingdom of Kanduras to check on Diablo's seal.

Having witnessed Diablo's power, the witch immediately sided with the Lord of Dread, cooperating with him to corrupt Prince Aidan, Bloodraul, and other heroes with potions.

Then, under the guise of comforting Prince Aidan, the two slept together: all to leave a demonic seed in her womb.

According to the storyline of the game 'Diablo', twenty years later, the demon has grown into a human named Leah.

She is beautiful, strong, brave, and kind, and she dedicates herself to the cause of fighting evil.
However, in the end, the demon awakened from within her!

Only then did he realize with a start that he had been a pawn of the Lord of Fear his entire life.
"But that's twenty years from now,"

The secretary reporting the situation spoke in a light tone, and after learning all this, the governments of various countries became much more relaxed.

"Just received intelligence that the Fear Demon has been killed again by Lord 'Light', the Archangel of Justice, and a paladin from the Dark Dimension."

At least for the time being, they are safe.

"I hope so,"

Director Zhuya wasn't particularly pleased.
Twenty years?
Don't mention two years,
If nothing extraordinary happens in two months, I'll be thankful.

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.

"shrine?"

Standing in front of a small mountain shrine in Tokyo,
Fiona looked at the address in her hand with some confusion.

This was the address that the 'principal' gave her, and it did indeed lead her to a shrine;
But this shrine in front of me is too simple and too ancient.

The stone steps, which have stood for countless years, have been worn smooth by countless footsteps; the stone torii gate is mottled and eroded by wind and rain. Beyond the torii gate is a small pebble path leading to the temple, with no other buildings except for the main hall at the end.

Fiona had done her homework; the most worshipped and most magnificent shrine in the island nation was, of course, Inari.

Secondly, there's Ebisu, the God of Fortune, followed by the God of Learning and the God of Marriage.
This perfectly meets people's needs: food, wealth, skills, marriage—how could a shrine of the god of marriage be so dilapidated?

"Ah?"

Just as Fiona was looking around the shrine, a high school girl from an island nation pushed open the door to the main hall.

"Who are you? Oh, sorry, hello?"

"What the hell, drug addiction."

The girl was about to greet her, but hesitated because of Fiona's Greek dress, and her broken English stammered.

“I understand island languages,”

Fiona is a Level 5 veteran, and she had already 'exchanged' most of the languages, so it wouldn't cost her many points anyway.

“I have come here to seek an audience with the ‘God of Fate’.”

Since this girl came out of the shrine, she must also be a member of the shrine.

Faced with Fiona's blunt words, the high school girl was taken aback at first, then coughed lightly, clenching her fist:
"I am the owner of this shrine."

"Nanami Momozono—"

Current:

Apprentice to the God of Fate.

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(End of this chapter)