I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 769 The Savior of the Wicked
Mexico City,

As you can tell from the name, this is the capital of Mexico.

It houses about half of the country's industrial, commercial, service, and banking financial institutions;
With its numerous historical buildings, it has developed a thriving tourism industry; it ranks 18th among world cities and is classified as a Tier A world-class city.

Unlike other parts of Mexico, the security here is relatively good: after all, as an 'international metropolis,' the government has put a lot of effort into attracting tourists.

Legend has it that before the 13th century, the ancient Aztec Indians, guided by their god of war, came to an island in Lake Texcoco, filled in the soil to create fields, built dikes and roads, and in 1325 AD, they built the city of Tenochtitlan.

Later, after the Spanish conquistadors defeated the Aztec Empire, an indigenous civilization in Mesoamerica, they razed its capital, Tenochtitlan, to the ground.

Then they rebuilt the city on the ruins: which is now Mexico City.

Now, this city has become—

battlefield!

Buzzing

"This is PC-7-14, calling headquarters! Calling headquarters!"

A single-engine, straight-wing propeller trainer jet is scrambling to escape over the city: this type of turboprop trainer jet, produced in Switzerland forty years ago, is popular among many small countries because of its affordability and simple structure; Mexico, for example, has 64 of these aircraft in service.

This propeller-driven trainer aircraft, which closely resembles a World War I aircraft, is something that major powers would disdain to equip, but smaller countries can use it as an attack aircraft.

Incidentally, Bharat also purchased 75 of these aircraft to bully its neighboring country, which only possessed firearms.
"This is PC-7-14, we've been 'bitten'!"

"To repeat, we were—"

Before he could finish speaking, the fleeing trainer aircraft suddenly shuddered in mid-air.

Because the tail of the plane was suddenly bitten by a monster!

That's right, what the pilot just shouted wasn't aerial combat jargon, but a physical fact.

The monster behind the plane looked like a dragon from Western legends, but it was only a little over ten meters long; its long, flat neck made it look more like a duck; it didn't have noble dragon horns or forepaws, but only two feet and barbs on its tail.

wyvern

A sub-dragon-like monster, though compared to a dragon, it's like a king and a beggar.

But no matter what, it's still a tiger-level existence.

"Ahhhhh!!"

With a flick of its head, the 'PC-7' trainer aircraft was torn apart on the spot;
The front half of the aircraft, trailing thick smoke, plummeted toward the ground and crashed into a building with a loud thud.

Da da da da,

Flames lashed out at the Flying Dragon from the side; the 30mm autocannon was enough to tear apart a light armored vehicle.
However, when it landed on the dragon's scales, it only sent up sparks.

"Roar----"

Enraged, the dragon flapped its wings and its massive body lunged at another 'PC-7' trainer aircraft with an unbelievable speed!

Other flying dragons were circling in the sky. Faced with these Tiger-class aircraft, the Mexican Air Force, composed of 'trainer jets', was completely slaughtered.

Unfortunately, Mexico's main air force consists of four retired F-5 fighter jets and various types of trainer aircraft. They can easily bully drug dealers with guns using cannons and rockets, but sending them to fight superhuman beings is a different story.
Not fleeing on the spot was already the last act of these 'air force's' perseverance.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain, because the ground troops were also in defeat!

boom--!
boom--! !

An ERC-90 wheeled assault gun,
It was speeding along a highway in Mexico City, spewing flames backward.

Despite weighing less than eight tons, this wheeled armored vehicle is equipped with a 90mm smoothbore cannon, a classic case of a small vehicle carrying a large cannon. The rear weight is enormous, and the vehicle shakes violently every time it fires, making it even more dangerous at high speeds.

However, both the driver and the gunner have now brought the performance of this reconnaissance vehicle to its limit.

because:

Thump thump thump thump!
On the street behind the armored vehicle,
A monster over twenty meters tall is charging towards them at high speed.

This is a monster that looks very much like a 'minotaur', covered in heavy, silvery steel armor covered with spikes;

With blade-like steel horns on its head, one hand holding a double-edged axe and the other gripping a long flail, and two white jets of air shooting out from under its helmet, it came chasing from behind like a real steel fortress. Despite being covered in armor that looked to weigh a hundred tons, it was running no slower than the armored vehicle in front.
Such a colossal entity charged wildly past.

Huge footprints were left on the ground, and the streetlights, trees, and buildings on both sides were broken like weeds.

"Hurry up!!"

The crew members inside the armored vehicle all had ferocious expressions on their faces. The driver roared as he slammed the accelerator to the floor, the gunner aimed, and fired—

An armor-piercing discarding sabot round whistled out and instantly struck the pursuing steel monster.

boom! !

The explosion immediately engulfed the massive figure.
The next second, a house-sized double-edged axe burst through the smoke, followed closely by a massive steel monster: it didn't even slow down, let alone kill the monster.

Soon, the monster caught up with the ERC-90 wheeled assault gun ahead, and swung the flail in its other hand forward.

Wuwuwu——

At the end of the chain, a menacing iron ball, two meters in diameter, hurtled toward the armored vehicle.

Bang! ! !
The earth trembled violently, and the concrete streets shattered.

The armored vehicle, which was speeding along, sank into the ground like a cockroach slapped by a slipper, powerless to resist.

Splash,

With a surge of power from the muscles beneath its armor, the giant spiked iron ball was pulled from the twisted steel wreckage. The hellish monster known as the 'Blood King' strode past the armored vehicle, its crimson eyes scanning left and right beneath its helmet, preparing to find its next target.

"Monster, monster, monster!"

This scene filled the Mexican soldiers who witnessed it with despair.

"Monsters are everywhere, this battle is unwinnable—"

Pfft

puff,

Just at this time,
A series of beams of light flashed past, and blood gushed from the soldiers' necks.

"This is this"

A fallen sergeant struggled to turn his head and saw that his body was deeply embedded in the concrete wall behind him.

card?

"Hahahaha~~"

"Vulnerable, utterly vulnerable!"

On the roof of the building, a superhuman carrying a six-barreled Gatling gun was firing at fleeing Mexican soldiers while shouting excitedly.

This made the skinny man who threw the card glance at him. He didn't like killing, but if it was for survival...
"Hey, what kind of look was that just now?"

The superhuman wielding the six-barreled Gatling gun turned around.
"You're interested in me?!"

Puff puff puff,

Before he could finish speaking, five or six playing cards were embedded deeply into his neck, eyes, and temples.

"You talk a lot."

The skinny man who had just finished off his opponent with a card spoke calmly.

If you're going to fight, then fight. Stop wasting time provoking me. Hmm?
The six-barreled Gatling gun fell onto the corpse beside him, its light flowing and gradually condensing into a drop of crimson blood.

The Warrior Path's 'Extraordinary Traits'?
This guy is actually a warrior-path extraordinary being.
Because of his older brother, the thin man knew quite a bit about 'supernatural abilities'; but as long as he didn't say anything, who would know if that superhuman would unleash 'supernatural abilities'?
Yes, when a normal superhuman dies, they are simply a corpse; only superhumans who have been granted power by a 'Lord' will develop 'superhuman traits'. Therefore, the total number of 'superhuman traits' is constant, and each new superhuman of this 'path' will develop a different trait.

This means there is a way for superhumans to be killed.

It was an unexpected bonus.
The man named 'Lunli' collected the rolling drop of crimson blood and prepared to take it back to enhance his younger brother's strength.

As for killing 'comrades'?
That person doesn't care about such things at all, besides:
In Lunli's heart, his only companions were his own younger brother and the blood relatives of those who had died fighting alongside his brother.

For them, what does it matter if we join the ranks of the 'devil'?
The thin man stood up and looked around:

Mexico City is engulfed in war: under the fierce attacks of the demons summoned by that great man and the superhumans who have surrendered to him, the Mexican army is melting away like snow, even though there is no snow in Mexico City.

Mexican police department

boom----

Half of the colonial-era roof was blown off, and the entire police station collapsed into ruins, like a toy block that had been kicked away by a child.

"Cough cough cough, demon! Demon!!"

Amid the ruins, the Mexican Federal Police Chief, with a twisted arm dangling from his arm, stood there, his face contorted with desperate fury.

He's a Tiger-level fighter, yet he couldn't even catch a single finger from his opponent?
"That's right,"

"I am the devil!"

The obese man in the trench coat strode into the ruins; it was he who had just razed the entire Mexican police station to the ground with a flick of his finger.

"I am the devil among devils, the evil among evils!"

With arms outstretched and an air of supreme authority, the obese man made no attempt to conceal his presence as he announced:

"I am—"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!
Just then, several beams of light suddenly fell from the sky above.

The light had exceeded ten times the speed of sound, falling from the clouds in less than a second, leaving a long trail of flame, like divine punishment.

Boom—Boom—Boom—

The next moment, one after another 'mini sun' rose in Mexico City, with intense light, radiation, and shockwaves spreading outwards without restraint. Even buildings and cities that had expanded several times their original size were still shattered, collapsed, and turned to ashes like biscuits in the light of the explosion!
Without a doubt, this is humanity's ultimate weapon: nuclear explosion.

Mexico doesn't have nuclear weapons, but it can ask neighboring America for help.

Getting aid and supplies is difficult, but when it comes to nuclear weapons—America won't hesitate to provide them, after all:

Mexico is right next to America, so if problems arise there, America will be the first to suffer.

"Did it?"

In Washington, at the Pentagon,

The American military is closely monitoring the battlefield: the nuclear bomb just now was their creation.

Nuclear weapons, which countries previously dared not use lightly, are now almost becoming 'conventional weapons,' and at the same time, they serve as expert quality inspectors.
Those who can be killed by a nuclear bomb are C-class/Master-class/Tiger-class; those who can evade a nuclear bomb are B-class/Legendary-class/Ghost-class; those who can withstand a nuclear bomb are...
"A boring trick!"

The next second, the mushroom cloud of the nuclear explosion was forcibly 'torn apart'.

The light, shockwave, and five enormous fireballs that were powerful enough to instantly destroy the city collapsed towards the center.

As the power of the nuclear explosion was compressed back, a portly man in a trench coat was revealed, his arms wrapped around a ball of intensely flashing light. This light was bound by an inexplicable force, and although it kept trying to expand and release, it could only be helplessly compressed and condensed until it was only the size of a fist.

"Here you go!!"

The overweight man in the trench coat suddenly tossed the ball of light, which then shot northward.

?

这 是
Before the American officials could react, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded at the Pentagon.

"Alarm! Alarm!"

"The extraordinary strike is rapidly approaching! The extraordinary strike is rapidly approaching!"

"Arriving in three seconds—"

"3,"

"2,"

? ? ? ?
"1."

The next second, a blinding white light suddenly shone into the Pentagon from outside the window, illuminating the building in a blinding white light.

boom---------

"The Pentagon was hit by a nuclear explosion,"

"No, it should be five? After all, this is a multi-warhead intercontinental ballistic missile."

On the rooftop of the Mexico City Hall, a 'ghost' floats in the air, holding a notebook and calmly recounting events that have occurred tens of thousands of kilometers away.

"KYG, your hometown must be really exciting."

Gui Gui's complaints were perfectly valid. Although there were wars in the 'divine demiplane' where she lived, they were all minor skirmishes between humans.

Even if they are 'false gods', those divine avatars will instinctively maintain peace in the demiplane.

Unlike here, where major supernatural disasters occur every few days?
Without demon-level strength,

They're too embarrassed to cause trouble.

This level of power, placed within the pantheon of island nations, would make one a genuine 'god'.

Unlike 'Ghost Ghost,' who was once capable of fighting against a wolf-level opponent—without this world, she would just be a fictional god who could disappear at any moment.

So even after witnessing so many extraordinary disasters and the appearance of various top gods and demons, 'Ghost' still has no intention of returning to her hometown: she just talks the talk, but she would definitely be reluctant to give up her current power.

"well enough,"

Dressed in a 'Kamen Rider' outfit, with black and green accents, KYG calmly gave his answer.

"The opponent's strength should be between the level of a powerful demon and a dragon. If I'm not mistaken, this should be it."

Without KYG and GuiGui guessing, the overweight man in the trench coat who had gathered, compressed, and condensed the nuclear explosion's power in the distant sky above the city before throwing it back had already identified himself:
"I am Azmodan, the Lord of Sin!"

The demon king, making no attempt to conceal his true intentions, extended an 'invitation' to Mexico—no, to the entire world.

"All those who are dissatisfied, resentful of the status quo, and ambitious—"

"Come to me, everyone!!"

The demon king raised his hands high, and his domineering and unquestionable voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"Indulge! Revel! Under my command, nothing is forbidden!"

Because He is the King of Sin, who loves and tolerates all evil; He is also the second most powerful being in the Burning Hell, after the three Prime Evils.

Back then, it was he who led several other demon kings and thousands of demons to overthrow the rule of the three demon gods: how could a demon, a dignified being, sign a 'truce' pact with the angels?
That's an insult to the word "devil".

"I will grant you absolute 'freedom'!"

Even if someone were to assassinate Him or try to overthrow Him, He would be happy to see it and would even greatly appreciate it.

King of Sin

This is how it was declared to the world.

(End of this chapter)