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Chapter 195 Requesting the Five-Star Emperor to Take Action

The situation in Tokyo is becoming increasingly dire. The demon army led by the Prime Minister is like a locust swarm, leaving devastation in its wake.

People live in fear, every day feels like the end of the world.

Unexpectedly, the island nation's emperor's residence was not invaded by demons.

People who didn't know the truth thought it was Amaterasu Omikami appearing to protect her descendants.

As a result, a large number of people gathered around the Emperor, allowing this figurehead to regain power.

The emperor, who had no real power and whose words and actions were closely monitored, suddenly found himself in complete control.

But before he could be happy for long, a new problem arose.

How should he resolve this situation, considering these people have little loyalty to him?

They gathered around him entirely because he was under the protection of Amaterasu.

But he received no revelation from Amaterasu, and he had no idea why the demons weren't attacking him.

The Emperor sat in his magnificent yet desolate palace, his brow furrowed, gazing out the window at the raging fires and billowing black smoke over Tokyo. His heart was filled with unprecedented anxiety and confusion.

"What should I do?" the Emperor murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the empty palace, sounding particularly desolate.

He knew all too well that he was merely a puppet, elevated to a high position by the people and their faith in the gods, never truly wielding real power, nor truly understanding the darkness and complexity of this world. Now, faced with this unprecedented chaos of demons, he felt utterly helpless.

"Your Majesty, there is no need for you to worry too much." An old and dignified voice suddenly rang out in the palace. The Emperor turned around sharply and saw an old man dressed in traditional clothing and holding a scepter slowly entering the palace.

"Who are you?" The Emperor looked at the old man with a sense of awe and wonder.

"I am the messenger of Amaterasu, here to guide you." The old man bowed slightly, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope rose in the Emperor's heart: "Your Excellency, could you tell me why the demons are not attacking this place? And how can I resolve this crisis?"

The old man pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "The reason the demons haven't attacked you is because you have the blood of Amaterasu Omikami flowing through your veins; you are her last guardian of this land. And there is only one way to resolve this crisis—find and destroy the source of the demons' power."

"But how can I find this source?" the Emperor asked anxiously.

"This requires your courage and wisdom, as well as your devout faith in Amaterasu." The old man smiled slightly and took out a talisman that shimmered with golden light from his robes. "This talisman is a power bestowed upon you by Amaterasu. It can guide you to the source of demonic power. But remember, the price of using it is enormous, and you must be prepared to make a sacrifice."

The Emperor accepted the talisman, feeling its warmth and power, a resolute glint in his eyes: "I am willing to pay any price for the island nation and the faith of Amaterasu."

That's what they say, but when it comes to his actual sacrifice, it's a different story.

The Emperor gripped the talisman that shimmered with golden light, his heart filled with both determination and trepidation. He knew this talisman might be his only chance, but the price of using it made him hesitate. However, thinking of the people of his island nation suffering from the ravages of demons, he resolutely stood up.

"Your Excellency, I am willing to use this talisman, but I do not know how to begin." The Emperor looked at the old man, his eyes full of expectation.

The old man nodded, his expression solemn: "Your Majesty, using this talisman will be a difficult journey. You will need to find the demonic power hidden in the shadows, and this process may put you in great danger. But please believe that Amaterasu will always be by your side to protect you."

The Emperor took a deep breath and nodded: "I understand, Your Excellency. For the sake of our island nation, I am willing to take this risk."

The old man smiled and handed him an ancient map: "This map marks some locations where demonic power may be hidden. You need to go to these places yourself to look for clues. Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, don't give up."

The Emperor took the map and carefully studied the markings on it. He decided to start with the nearest location and gradually delve deeper into the investigation.

However, as he prepared to set off, he suddenly realized a problem: he had no trustworthy guards by his side.

Those warriors and officials who were originally loyal to him have all disappeared during the chaos caused by the demons.

He understood that he needed a powerful force to protect him and help him complete this adventure.

Therefore, the Emperor decided to go to Xia Ling's base and ask for their help.

He knew that Xia Ling and his garrison were the only force the island nation could rely on at that moment.

Although the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is a foreign general, his garrison is no ordinary force; with their protection, I am certain of my safety.

Leaving the magnificent palace, the Emperor stepped into the ruins of Tokyo. The once bustling streets had become a hellish place overrun by demons, with burning flames, collapsed buildings, and fleeing crowds everywhere.

The Emperor, dressed in simple travel attire and wearing a conical hat to conceal his identity, carefully moved through the ruins, trying to avoid the gaze of demons.

In the ruins of Tokyo, demons roam, and flames and black smoke intertwine to create an apocalyptic scene. The Emperor cautiously traverses the ruins, each step fraught with danger.

Using the stealth techniques he learned from the old man, he tried his best to avoid the demons' sight, while using the faint light of the talismans to guide himself.

Despite the Emperor's cautious progress, he inevitably encountered an attack by demons. A group of demons suddenly rushed out of the ruins and pounced on the Emperor.

The emperor swiftly unfurled a talisman, from which a golden light shot forth, repelling the demons. But the demons did not give up; they continued to besiege the emperor, attempting to devour him.

The emperor fought the demons with all his might, but their numbers were increasing, and he gradually felt overwhelmed.

Just then, a giant demon suddenly attacked from behind, knocking the emperor to the ground. The emperor felt a powerful force tearing at his body, and he almost gave up struggling.

However, at that moment, the Emperor suddenly felt a warm power surging from the talisman and flowing into his body.

He seemed to hear the call of Amaterasu and feel the protection of the gods.

With the help of this power, the Emperor suddenly unleashed a tremendous force, repelling the demons.

Under the protection of this mysterious power, the Emperor managed to escape the siege of demons. He lay on the ground, panting heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat and dirt.

But he knew that there was no time to lose and that he had to reach the American army base as soon as possible, or his reign as emperor would end there.

He slowly stood up, dusted himself off, and gripped the talisman that shimmered with golden light once more.

The Emperor trudged along the path through the ruins with great difficulty.

He remained constantly vigilant about his surroundings, fearing another attack by demons. Fortunately, he didn't encounter too much danger along the way.

After several days of trekking, the Emperor finally arrived near Xia Ling's base. He hid behind some ruins, observing the base from a distance.

The base was surrounded by barbed wire and sentry posts, heavily guarded, clearly belonging to a well-trained army.

The Emperor secretly rejoiced, knowing that only an army like this could help him complete this adventure.

He straightened his clothes, mustered his courage, and walked towards the base. When he arrived at the base gate, the guards immediately raised their weapons in alarm.

The Emperor immediately stopped and raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

"I am the Emperor of the island nation, and I have come to request Director Xia's assistance," the Emperor said in a firm tone.

Upon hearing this, the guards exchanged bewildered glances, clearly surprised by the Emperor's identity.

However, they did not allow them to pass immediately, but instead sent someone to inform Xia Ling.

A short while later, Xia Ling arrived at the gate in person.

"You've arrived, Your Majesty the Emperor."

Xia Ling still addressed him as His Majesty, but her tone was flat and showed no respect whatsoever.

The Emperor didn't get angry, after all, he had always been a puppet, and he was used to it.

"Your Majesty, I am truly surprised that you have come in person," Xia Ling said calmly, his gaze sweeping over the Emperor as if assessing his strength and worth.

Although the Emperor was somewhat displeased, he knew that he needed to rely on Xia Ling's strength at this moment, so he could only suppress his anger and remain calm.

"Director Xia, the island nation is currently facing an unprecedented crisis. The demon army led by the Prime Minister is running rampant, and the people are living in fear."

"I have come to ask for your help, hoping that you can lend a helping hand to fight against the demons," the Emperor said sincerely.

Upon hearing this, Xia Ling's lips curled into a cold smile: "Your Majesty, you certainly know how to talk. However, as you also know, our American army is not a charity, and we will not easily send troops to help other countries."

The Emperor's heart sank, but he did not give up and continued, "Director Xia, I know you possess extraordinary strength and wisdom. The people of our island nation are suffering from the ravages of demons, and they need your help. I am willing to provide all necessary support, as long as you can help us overcome this crisis."

Xia Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, looking the Emperor up and down: "Oh? What kind of support are you willing to provide? You know, our American army charges a fee."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor felt a surge of anger.

But he knew he couldn't act rashly at this moment, so he could only swallow his anger and continue, "Director Xia, I'm willing to offer some of the island nation's resources as a reward, as long as you can help us eliminate the demons."

Xia Ling then revealed a satisfied smile: "Hmm, that's more like it. However, I must remind you of one thing: our American army is not some kind of philanthropist."

We deployed our troops to protect our interests and beliefs. If you want us to help you eliminate the demons, then you must show us your sincerity and determination.

The Emperor took a deep breath and nodded: "I understand, Director Xia. I will do my best to provide you with the resources and support you need. At the same time, I will personally participate in the battle and fight alongside you against the demons."

Xia Ling nodded slightly in agreement: "Alright, Your Majesty, since you are so sincere, I will agree to help you this once."

However, remember, we American troops are not free bodyguards. You need to pay us well for our services.

Although the Emperor was dissatisfied, he knew that he had no choice but to accept this condition at this point.

He nodded in agreement: "I understand, Director Xia. I will prepare the compensation and resources as soon as possible to fight the demons together with you."

Seeing that the Emperor had agreed, Xia Ling coldly turned around and ordered his adjutant, "Make preparations to send troops to suppress the demons. We can't let them run rampant in Tokyo anymore."

The adjutant quickly saluted, turned and left to begin preparing the troops' operational plan. The Emperor watched Xia Ling's retreating figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He understood that although he had temporarily received help from the American army, this deal came at a huge cost.

However, in order to hold great power in the future and become a true emperor, he was willing to endure all of this.

Xia Ling's orders quickly reached every corner of the base. Soldiers assembled rapidly, and well-equipped tanks and helicopters roared out of the base, heading towards the area in Tokyo City where demons were rampant.

The Emperor followed closely behind, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation in his eyes. He knew he was about to face an unprecedented battle.

After all, he had always been a puppet, and he had never handled any affairs of state, let alone war.

Seeing such a grand scene for the first time, he, as an ordinary person, was inevitably flustered.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty the Emperor? Are you afraid?"

Xia Ling smiled and asked the Emperor beside her, wanting to laugh at his trembling appearance.

For him, this was nothing more than a minor incident. During his time working in the Origin Space, he had witnessed or commanded countless world-destroying wars, not to mention that this time both sides' forces were under his control.

He was the calmest person on the entire battlefield, even his soldiers were terrified.

"Yes, I am a little scared."

The Emperor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gave an awkward smile.

"Being afraid is the right thing to do!"

Xia Ling suddenly slapped the Emperor on the shoulder, startling him quite a bit.

"But don't worry, you'll be very safe under our protection."

The Emperor nodded. Although he was still uneasy, Xia Ling's words were like a reassurance, putting him at ease a little.

"However, you may have to pay a price after winning."

"Of course, our island nation will definitely offer you a price that satisfies you."

The Emperor immediately made a promise, but he failed to see the cold smile on Xia Ling's lips.

(End of this chapter)