I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo

"this--?"

On the Los Angeles beach, a group of veterans looked up at the sky, looking at the straight "hole" piercing through the clouds above their heads, and they were all silent.

"Is this really a B-class?"

What a joke!

The attack was launched from hundreds of kilometers away and hit them directly. Only A-level can have such strength, right?

"Well, it is indeed B-level."

The middle-aged man codenamed "Magician" explained,

"After all, these flame creatures were born from the power of the 'Sun God' and are naturally much stronger than normal extraordinary beings."

In simple comparison, other people are born with talents such as 'immunity to fire', 'light and heat absorption', 'legendary spellcasting', etc., which naturally makes them very different from blank humans.

"This giant lord's ability obviously requires accumulation of energy; after it is activated, there is also a period of weakness."

Thanks to a certain 'news king' who followed and filmed the entire process, everyone also understood the source of the attack from overhead.

Fortunately, the planet under my feet is round, and the power of this punch went into space.

"After saying so much, who can stop me?"

Rap artist Alexander spread his hands, and wherever his eyes went, everyone fell silent.

"Good, no one."

They gathered everyone's strength and launched a 'tsunami' attack based on satellite positioning, but were blasted through by the opponent's punch - there was no need to complain about whether the attack was reasonable or not. Just the opponent's fist was aimed at them, who could resist it?

Can't do it.

"this."

The magician thought about it.

"Everyone prepare some means of 'resurrection'. If you get hit, it's just your bad luck."

???

What kind of bullshit advice is this?

The other seniors seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Damn 'magician'!

As he escaped from the 'Sun Island', everyone knew that he secretly prepared the legendary spell 'Static Clone', which would allow him to be resurrected from the guild headquarters if he died.

No, strictly speaking, he did not die, but the moment his body was destroyed, his soul was transferred to the prepared clone.

But other people don’t have this ability!

If I were really hit by that giant's punch, I wouldn't even need a grave, and would be reduced to ashes on the spot.

"No, we can't stop it!"

Rap star Alexander turned around and looked at the former FBI agent.

"Mike, quickly contact the commander-in-chief and ask him to find a way to get other countries to send a few B-level warriors to help."

This made Mike in the black suit speechless.

Do you really think that B-level existence is a cabbage? In the nightmare space, this level is a complete "legendary strongman", just one step away from igniting the divine fire and raising the throne of God; although this step is very difficult, it does not mean that it is easy to enter the legend.

At least there are so many senior people in the nightmare space, but there is still not a single real B-level one.

Relying on various skills and props, they can fight back and forth with B-level; but they are not true "legends" after all, and their endurance and strength are far behind.

"I'll pass that on."

Mike nodded. In fact, there was no need for him to convey the message. With so many communication devices on the scene, these words would have been transmitted back to the Pentagon long ago.

but--

Given America's style, which country would be willing to save it from danger?

Even the Princess Royal of England was stopped by the Prime Minister and the King, who begged her to "wait and see what happens".

England only has this one extraordinary person who can protect the country. If they suffer losses while helping America, the whole country would want to commit suicide. Besides, America also came here excitedly and tried to seize the holy sword. Now let them go to rescue them?

dream!

It would be better if it was destroyed.

England has always held a grudge against America, its "unfilial son": the decline of the British Empire began with America's independence.

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Tokyo,

"America is in trouble,"

After coming back, Qiongmei, who had been hiding in the principal's office, also began to pay attention to this battle.

She had fought with that 'Mannoroth' so many times and knew very well that this 'Fire Lord' was not only powerful but also meticulous, and was definitely not as fat as he appeared.

With the 'Amaterasu bloodline' in them, defeating an opponent of the same level is not a problem at all; America doesn't even have a real demon-level opponent, so how can it resist?

"America is actually quite strong,"

You raised his hand and the scene moved from Los Angeles to New York.

Because of the time difference, it is still late at night here: the world's first city is bustling with traffic, and tens of millions of people are pursuing their dreams, venting their desires, and squandering their lives here!

This is the headquarters of the 'Holy Church'. With the 'Saintess' in charge, there are no extraordinary disasters, not even any extraordinary people causing trouble.

but--

"These guys are not moving at all?"

You frowned slightly. Although there have been many civil wars in America, why didn't the extraordinary people affiliated with the "Holy Church" show any signs of dispatching when powerful enemies came to attack?

"It's normal,"

Qiongmei didn't think there was anything wrong.

"This 'Holy Church' must be waiting for the Great Commander's faction to suffer heavy losses, and then take the opportunity to take over the entire America."

As for whether we can deal with these "fire creatures" later?

Oh~~

Behind them is the 'Father of the Sea'.

In the middle of the Pacific Ocean, their 'Father' only woke up slightly and repelled the 'Sun God'.

It's just a supernatural being transformed from residual power. What kind of waves can it cause?

"A bunch of idiots."

In response, You gave a direct verdict.

"They want to rely on 'God' for everything? What do they regard 'God' as?"

If these guys work hard to improve themselves, You wouldn't mind showing up in times of crisis to prevent things from getting out of control.

But since these guys just want to enjoy themselves, then——

Don't blame him for interfering.

snort,

Do you really think my power is so easy to take?

As You thought about it, his thoughts immediately fell on this prosperous world's largest city.

————

"Sir Edgar, I believe the Holy Church must send troops!"

In the 'Deep Sea Cathedral' of the Holy Church, a man with the rank of major general on his shoulders was making a fierce statement.

"The fire creatures are about to land in Los Angeles. If we do nothing, how will other countries view us? How will the people view us?"

He gritted his teeth and said the third sentence directly:

“How does the Father see us?”

Don't forget, their 'father' had a great battle with the 'sun god' not long ago.

Now let the other party's creation set foot on this land

"shut up!"

Old Edgar didn't say anything, but an old man wearing a gorgeous bishop's robe raised his hand and scolded.

"You are just a priest. What qualifications do you have to question the Archbishop's decision here?!"

In this "holy church", apart from the high-ranking "Saintess", those at the pinnacle of power are the "Archbishop" Old Edgar, the "Grand Inquisitor" Admiral Anderson, and the "Patriarch" Dr. Lumley.

However, the 'Patriarch' Dr. Ramli spent a lot of time doing experiments and studying how to 'promote' safely and efficiently, and rarely showed up.

So most of the time, it was Archbishop Edgar Sr. who was in charge of the operation of the church.

And Admiral Anderson, the 'Grand Inquisitor', is in charge of the military.

In this way, old Edgar, who had absolute dominance over both the 'bishops' and 'believers' under his command, took control of the operation of the 'Holy Church'.

brush,

Raising his hand to stop the bishop from scolding him, Old Edgar spoke slowly.

"Where's Anderson?"

"If he has anything to say, let him tell me in person. There's no need to ask his subordinates to run errands for him."

"No, Sir Edgar."

The major general explained earnestly,

"Admiral Anderson is not in good condition, so--"

"so,"

Old Edgar raised his hand.

"You came to see me privately, huh?!"

He snorted coldly without making any move, and the major general in front of him immediately broke out in cold sweat.

This is the suppression of 'rank'!

There is a tentacle of the "Saint" inside old Lloyd's body.

As the Saint's power gradually 'returned', his strength also increased, and without any training, he soared all the way to the Strong Tiger level: he could even enter the Ghost level as long as the Saint had digested the power of her father.

Of course, a ghost level like him is essentially just an extension of the power of the 'Saint'.

"For Anderson's sake, I won't care this time."

"Next time, let your master come to see you; now, go away--"

As Old Lloyd waved his hand, an irresistible will descended: the young major general trembled all over, slowly squatted down, and then:

Start rolling!

Their power all comes from the little octopus.

These inferior natural energies with added ingredients were filled with the breath of the little octopus; she couldn't even resist, not even with a tentacle.

“Hahahaha~~~”

Only after rolling all the way out of the church did the major general regain control of his body.

He stood up in humiliation, and the ridicule behind him made the major general's face turn pale and blue.

In order to develop in the early days, the Holy Church absorbed a large number of dignitaries and celebrities. These guys were good at sensual pleasures, but it would be too difficult for them to go to the battlefield. However, because these guys joined the church early, coupled with their previous power and resources, they quickly formed a huge force in the Holy Church.

Especially now, the saint fell into a 'deep sleep'.

They take 'Old Edgar' as their core and regard themselves as the orthodox of 'Holy Religion';

The 'Patriarch' Dr. Lumley was obsessed with experiments, and the 'Grand Judge' Admiral Anderson was obviously discouraged and no longer wanted to take care of things.

In this light, it is easy to understand why people stand aside and watch.

"How can we possibly run the Holy Church with these insects?!"

The major general left with no choice but to leave after saying this angrily.

Without power, everything you say is false.

? !

Suddenly, a majestic consciousness descended upon him; the major general's steps were stopped in mid-air, and his whole body was like a statue, unable to move even a finger.

"Cowardly, lazy, useless jerk!!!"

This voice was like thunder, echoing repeatedly in the major general's mind.

His soul was like a leaf in the stormy sea, which could be submerged in the deep sea at any time!

father,

Angry.

Why are you angry?

Of course it was because of the war on the West Coast.

The creation of 'Heaven' is about to land, but the Holy Church is indifferent?

Cowards, all of them!

No, I'm not

"Change!"

The magnificent voice was unquestionable, like the surging sea, as if it was going to crush the major general's soul into slag, but -

"Major General?"

"Your Excellency Major General!"

The several calls in his ears brought the major general, who thought he was "dead", back to his senses.

Surrounding him were several colonels he had brought with him, all of whom were the major general's confidants: they had promoted him, fought alongside him, and their loyalty was beyond question.

"I'm fine, I'm fine,"

"Sir, your face—"

The colonel who was supporting him asked worriedly, and the major general wiped his face.

All blood!

In the eyes of the officers around, their superior had just come out of the church, his face suddenly changed, and blood came out of all his orifices: it was as if he had been hit by some hidden supernatural attack.

There is no honor in that damn 'old money'!

"Let me take my time."

Yet this was not an attack;

A piece of information appeared in the major general's confused mind.

That was an order given personally by the supreme 'Father', and... a trace of breath!

With the aura of the 'father', the so-called 'rank suppression' will naturally disappear; of course, if he cannot satisfy the 'father', this aura will make even death a luxury for him.

"good!"

After understanding the information in his mind, the major general was not surprised but happy.

"Let's go back and immediately gather the First and Ninth Divisions to come to New York—"

With the flames of ambition and power dancing in his eyes, after receiving the order from his 'father', the major general who failed in his request prepared:

Launch a mutiny!

————

"Let's not worry about New York for now. The Burning Legion is about to land."

After casually giving the order to a certain general over there, You's attention returned to Los Angeles on the west coast of America: the straight trail of flames on the sea had already burned to the outer sea of ​​this movie and television city.

"Qiong, let's guess how long they can hold out~~"

"Okay, I'll bet for an hour."

Sister Qiong, who was sitting in front of You, spoke without hesitation.