I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo

America,

A suburb of Woodbury, New York.

There is a standard American "civilian area" house here, which is single-family but not far from the houses on the left and right. The flowers in the small courtyard are in full bloom and it is obviously well cared for. The house looks like an ordinary wooden structure, but it has been repaired and maintained by experts, just like when it was first built.

It may seem inconspicuous, but it is the residence of the highest-ranking general in America today.

In the living room, five-star General Anderson was smoking his pipe silently, and his son Anderson Jr. stood behind him, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

In front of them was a row of soldiers with their hands behind their backs and serious faces!

These soldiers belong to:

1st Airborne Division!

Step on, step on,

A series of hurried footsteps came from afar, breaking the heavy, steel-like atmosphere in the room.

"Major General?!"

"The Major General has arrived—"

Several short voices rang out, and finally merged into one:

"salute!"

As the door was pushed open by two soldiers to the left and right, a figure suddenly stepped into the room, causing Admiral Anderson's nose to twitch slightly.

The smell of blood, and another familiar scent.

The breath of a saint!

Of course, no one in the entire America could hurt the Saint, so the source of this aura could only be:

"Your Excellency the Admiral,"

As the soldiers with their hands behind their backs stepped aside,

The major general, with blood stains on his uniform, came up to Anderson, stood at attention and saluted.

"Major General, what you have in your hand is——"

In response to Admiral Anderson's question, the major general spread out his other hand.

Among the five fingers, there is a tiny tentacle that is twisting lazily.

"The Archbishop's 'credentials'."

The major general answered without hiding anything.

This is what he pulled out of old Edgar's chest, then:

"Old Edgar, hey~~"

Admiral Anderson sighed. Although he and the "businessman" did not get along, it was the three of them who developed the "Holy Church" from nothing in the beginning to what it is today. Now suddenly seeing this tentacle means that old Edgar is dead.

No, it is returning to the embrace of the 'Father'.

"I'm also sorry that this happened."

The light shone on the major general's face, outlining a cold and hard arc.

"America is in crisis. Father's men should be brave, not cowardly."

As he spoke, the major general took a step forward and suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"Admiral Anderson,"

"I beg you to take me to see the Saint!"

"I will take over the position of 'Archbishop' and repel those invading fire creatures. Please help me."

"Please help me, General!!"

"Please help me, General!!"

"Please help me, General!!"

Faced with the soldiers shouting in unison, Anderson Jr. took a step back with a pale face.

Armed coercion!

Admiral Anderson slowly stood up.

"This honor is not so easy to bear."

His eyes fell on the tentacles in the major general's hands. The tentacles were just twisting lazily, not paying any attention to any changes in the outside world.

"I have made up my mind!"

————

Tokyo,

The principal's office at Jujutsu High School,

"These guys can't hold on for half an hour?"

Sister Qiong raised her thin eyebrows. In the mirror in front of her was the scene of the retreat of the American "veterans": an angry woman in leather clothes was chasing them all the way, wielding a meteor hammer.

"You made a mistake,"

In response, Yuu points out Qiongmei's mistake.

"If these 'veterans' fight to the death, they can hold out for an hour."

But there is no point in doing so, not to mention whether they can kill the three leading 'Fire Lords' within an hour; no matter what, their casualties will be horrific.

The veterans of Nightmare Space can burst out with power, but endurance is a big problem: once the three axes are used up, they will be exhausted on the spot.

"So it is right to choose to retreat while there is still strength to spare,"

You reviews,

"Trading space for time,"

"It is a rational decision to exchange ordinary troops and city supplies for the extraordinary people to breathe."

As the 'Seniors' retreated, Los Angeles fell into the hands of the 'Burning Legion', and a large number of fire creatures began to land in the city: the second largest city in America, which survived the extraordinary fire some time ago and the aftermath of the battle between 'Sky' and 'Father', finally met with destruction.

In the sky, drones were falling like rain.

On the ground, there were armored forces fighting and retreating.

These are the American army, their role is to destroy those weak fire creatures and: delay time!

"Light everything up!"

"Let the earth become a sea of ​​fire!"

"Sing a song of praise to our Creator!"

Holding a double-headed spear and commanding many fire creatures to scatter and set the entire city on fire, Mannoroth turned around and saw the Duke's daughter Katrina chasing after those veterans alone. He couldn't help but shook his head.

"idiot."

These humans were defeated but not in chaos, and it was obviously a premeditated retreat.

In this situation, if he pursued the enemy alone, if nothing unexpected happened, he would swallow the double-headed spear on the spot.

boom!

He didn't need to take the spear. Katrina, who was chasing the seniors alone in the distance, was enveloped by the white mist that suddenly burst out from the two buildings.

Human technology can also create low temperatures, but the cost-effectiveness of using it to kill the same kind is too low: compared with explosions, absorbing heat to create freezing can only be used in cold chain transportation; but if necessary, it is not impossible.

The two buildings were filled with refrigerants, and after luring the enemy to this location, they suddenly exploded!

The white mist instantly engulfed the girl in the leather jacket and military cap, but it wasn’t over yet:

"Give me the glory of Valhalla,

Let me be invincible on my journey,

Writing legends in destiny"

One by one, 'Runes' appeared around the white cryogenic mist. They were magic circles that had been prepared long ago.

"I wish I could ride the eight-legged Pegasus Sleipnir like you,

Overcome life and death and win eternal victory! "

After the prayer, Frostal, a bearded man in golden armor and a winged helmet, raised his hand and pointed.

"Dragon Breath!"

As he cast his magic, a huge illusory head appeared out of thin air.

This head is similar to that of a crocodile, but it has two curved horns on top of its head; its huge eyes exude an aura of overlooking all living things; its snow-white scales are as crystal clear and solid as diamonds, and in its open mouth are two rows of razor-sharp teeth.

There is no doubt that this is a frost dragon.

The dragon, with only a head showing, took a deep breath.

"roar------"

Along with the dragon's roar, a breath of ice surged towards the white fog like a huge wave caused by a tsunami.

Click, click, click, click,

In an instant, the white mist between the two buildings was blown away, and then quickly condensed and froze, wrapping the two buildings, turning into an iceberg with countless giant ice cones flying out backwards!

puff,

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the bearded warrior in golden armor staggered.

"Are you all right, Frostal?"

As his companions cared for him and supported him, the man who had exchanged for a 'Nordic priest warrior' just waved his hands.

"Go—"

Crack, crack, crack! !

The next second, there was a sound of explosion from the iceberg.

Red lines spread across the ice, and finally:

boom!!!

The iceberg exploded, and ice blocks as big as houses flew everywhere; while still in the air, their size shrank rapidly, and did not cause much damage to the veterans.

But they would rather have these giant ice blocks hit their heads, at least when ice blocks as big as houses hit their heads, they would only have bruises on their heads;

"You're just being clever!"

In the center of the exploding iceberg, a girl in a leather jacket and military cap emerged from the seal;

Red lines spread all over her body, and her red hair had turned into flames; that was the proof of her 'injury' and also a manifestation of her rage.

"Kill you!"

A figure flashed and came flying with a burst of flames.

"Thor, give me strength!!"

Seeing the opponent rushing towards Frostal in golden armor, another big man dressed in the same Nordic style immediately came forward.

He held an iron hammer in his hand, and as he shouted, a circle of 'Runes' lit up on the hammer.

boom----

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and a winding and dazzling lightning fell from the sky and struck his heavy hammer; the heavy hammer and his entire body were surrounded by lightning, constantly exploding and radiating strong electric light in all directions.

After blessing the lightning, the veteran wielded the 'Fake Thor's Hammer' and blasted towards the flames.

boom--------

A sound louder than thunder suddenly sounded, and the 'Fake Thor's Hammer' in the hands of the senior hit the giant meteor hammer.

Thunder and fire collided, emitting a dazzling light. Within a few dozen meters around the two men, the dirt and sand were all shattered under the huge force and turned into powder! Suddenly, the ground sank silently, without even a dust flying.

The next moment, the sturdy man flew backwards far away, carrying a cloud of dust and leaving a gray trail in the air.

Boom—boom—boom—

On the path of flying backwards, modern buildings made muffled sounds one after another, and they were actually connected and penetrated.

The weapon in his hand is essentially a 'thunder blade' and not a divine weapon.

But the opponent has a bloodline of elimination!

"Cough cough cough go away."

Anyway, thanks to the senior with the hammer who blocked it, the bearded warrior who used the 'Rune' was able to retreat with the help of his senior.

"Face me! Coward!!"

Katrina, whose skin was radiating red light, was furious and shook her wrist.

The huge meteor hammer flew back into his hand and chased the opponent again.

On the other side:

"Why don't you do it?"

Mannoroth questioned the lava giant Red Ghost who was standing by and watching, and got the following answer:

"A true warrior will only punch the strong!"

OK OK,

I will deal with these miscellaneous soldiers myself.

Mannoroth, who was so angry that he was fuming, didn't bother to talk nonsense and ordered his creatures to set the city on fire: wherever they go, they will burn it, this is the style of their "Burning Legion".

“Ahem~~”

"Fuck, this won't work."

In the chase and escape, the veterans have left the burning Los Angeles and moved towards Las Vegas.

Alexander, the king of black rap, ran while looking back and threw out several "sonic slashes" to interfere with the speed of "Katrina".

After they had put some distance between themselves and the other party, they ate and drank while running, letting the priest cast "healing spells" to recover their injuries and spiritual/magical/physical strength. Although they did cause some damage to the other party, the chances of victory were still too slim.

No, if we continue to fight like this, the only possibility is failure, right?

"If all else fails, use 'that'!"

As a level 5 member of the 'Veteran Guild', Alexander certainly knew that the guild had another trump card.

"No, that thing?!"

The 'magician' next to him was stunned before he could finish his words.

As a magician, he naturally had a lot of 'BUFFs' on him at all times; his Eagle Eyes saw black dots flying in the distant sky.

"Hmm? Reinforcements?"

Soon, the other veterans who were fleeing in a panic also discovered the aircraft in the sky ahead.

They were the latest ground-effect vehicles: the C-151 Hercules. As these giants approached rapidly, the cabins opened fire and "figures" leaped out one after another.

These figures opened their parachutes in mid-air, and because of the 'overweight' they were still moving very fast; but given their physical fitness, as long as they slightly reduced their falling speed, it would be enough to land safely.

BANG!!

A soldier wearing power armor, like a heavy robot, fell to the ground.

Pulling their feet out of the mud, the soldiers carrying large jars began to build a defense line and prepare for battle.

Such a familiar gesture made the seniors grit their teeth.

"It's the airborne division of the 'Crusaders'!"

In terms of the quality of the extraordinary people, of course the senior ones under the 'Nightmare Space' are stronger.

But in terms of quantity, the Holy Church that can continuously produce "medicine" is naturally the largest: it has formed an extraordinary army of tens of thousands of people, equipped with sophisticated equipment. Not to mention low-level seniors, even high-level seniors will have a headache if they encounter them alone.

"These guys actually chose this time?"

"Kill them first—"

The senior ones were furious. They were still fighting off foreign enemies, and these guys from the Holy Church came to take advantage of the situation?

This is treason, no, it is treason to humanity

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,

Missiles, trailing long flames, passed over the senior warriors and fell into the Burning Legion chasing behind, exploding into icy flowers.

?

"Veterans, listen up!"

After dropping a large number of paratroopers, a serious voice was heard on the C-151 Hercules.

"We will be the only ones to drive these fire creatures into the sea!"

"Long live the Holy Church!"

"Long live the Holy Church!"

"Long live the Holy Church!"

Amidst the loud shouts that resounded throughout the battlefield, hundreds of extraordinary soldiers in power armor fell down, carrying huge condensation tanks on their backs and charging with special firearms in their hands: their target was not the veterans, but the fire creatures chasing them.

"Um?"

This sudden change caused Katrina, who was chasing in the front, to stop.

"Are there any ambushes?"

A series of misfortunes since the war began have made her put away her arrogance:

Each of these humans is weaker than her, but when they work together, they can still make her look miserable.

"wrong!"

The fat Mannoroth galloped forward, leading the army to attack.

He only took a quick glance and saw the problem:

"These are two different armies,"

"They are subconsciously guarding against each other. We can--"

"Ha, who cares? Just kill them all!"

Katrina said this, holding a meteor hammer, and rushed directly towards those "steel cans".

She was cautious, but only a little.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Seeing the seniors stop, the lava giant 'Red Ghost' strode towards them:

"Who will fight me in glory?"

???

Two brainless idiots!!

The fire in Mannoroth's eyes froze, and he almost swung his double-headed spear to shoot these two "stupid teammates" from behind.

The two armies obviously had an old grudge. As long as they were squeezed into one place, they would be greatly weakened due to the chaos in coordination. However, the two teammates rushed forward separately without any planning or thinking, leaving Mannoroth at a loss for words.

at last--

"Soldiers, follow me!"

Forget it, forget it, just clear your mind and charge forward!