I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo

london bridge,

A large number of emergency mines were thrown up and down in the river.

The remaining soldiers on the bridge raised their weapons of varying lengths, and the leading colonel shouted with a loudspeaker.

"Stop, the front is British territory!"

"Any armed forces entering without the permission of the British government will be regarded as an undeclared war!"

Although the other party had already 'invaded' England's territory by traveling along the river, they still had to shout.

On the Thames, thousands of sails were vying to cross the river, and ships were like clouds. Unfortunately, the arrivals were neither cargo ships nor passenger ships, but landing ships of various sizes.

The Thames, in Celtic, means "wide river": the average river surface is more than 400 meters, enough for a large number of ships to navigate; if it were not deep enough, warships and aircraft carriers from all over the world would be eager to sail in.

"We are here for humanitarian relief!"

"Ah, yes, we are here for rescue."

"That's right, that's right~"

A mess of answers came from the landing ship in various languages.

? ? ?

The other party's answer made the leading major's eyes darken.

"@#*￥%"! (British swear word)

"Yingji doesn't need rescue, please leave immediately——"

"No, no, no, as a member of the North Atlantic Treaty, how can we sit back and ignore it?"

"We Dutch people love free charity the most, so this helps!"

"Ah, yes, yes."

? ?

You bastards!

During the fierce battle with that god descendant before, why didn't you come to help in accordance with the 'treaty'?

And you, the Netherlands, aren’t you famous for being stingy? !

While the two sides were arguing, a large number of landing ships had docked, and heavily armed soldiers kept jumping off the landing ships and rushing towards the core of London: Victoria Memorial Square.

Judging from the heavy equipment these soldiers carry on their backs and their strong postures, they are all extraordinary!

Many of them were bare-handed, and at first glance they were D-level school officers. They were leaping and sprinting between buildings. There were even a few guys wearing magician robes. After using hand gestures and chanting spells, they transformed several full-filled bodies out of thin air. The metal 'colossus' colored with technology rushed past with rumbling strides, heading towards Buckingham Palace.

"They're from America's Veterans Union, damn it!"

When the others saw it, they cursed in a low voice.

The American Civil War has been going on till now,

The situation has become clear.

One side is the holy religion that believes in the ‘Father of the Sea’, headed by the saint ‘Kshila’;

In fact, everyone knew who the so-called 'father' was, but no one dared to mention his name.

On the other side, there is the general who claims to have obtained the 'holy favor', and under his command is a group of extraordinary people with traditional professions such as priests, knights, werewolves, vampires, and magicians. Although it does seem to be the same thing, these professions are diverse, but Is it Yahweh behind the extraordinary being who claims to be the 'senior'?

Only Yahweh knows that!

In any case, America's extraordinary people have come up with a lot of things.

For example, this war machine named 'Colossus' not only has a small 'spiritual shield', but also has a flexible attack method such as a small 'spiritual cannon'; the most troublesome thing is that it can be directly summoned by a magician. Concealment and mobility are superior to any traditional military equipment.

The one that combines technology with extraordinary power is America.

These landing troops completely ignored the remaining British soldiers and headed towards Buckingham Palace with murderous intent!

No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with 'humanitarian relief'.

Soon, a large number of extraordinary people stopped.

"Stop!"

"This is the palace of the British monarch. In the presence of Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte, you are coming with weapons, it's——"

"Enemy?!"

An extraordinary British school officer stood in front of the coalition forces and shouted angrily.

Behind him is Victoria Square; behind the square is Buckingham Palace: and in the square stands a girl standing with a sword in her hand.

The girl looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with brown hair and blue eyes. She had a standard English appearance. She should have been described as cute and sweet. However, coupled with the holy sword in her hand, and the fact that she had chopped a certain 'god' with the sword, The heroic figure that was turned into ashes and annihilated made many extraordinary people unable to help but feel awe-inspiring.

"Mage Ron Hernandez, a third-level member of America's Veterans Union, has met Princess Charlotte."

Walking out from behind several colossi, a man wearing a mage's robe bowed slightly.

"Captain of Big Hair's Winter Commando, Ivankov salutes you!"

A man who was shirtless and wearing only boxer briefs, with curly hair that looked like a human-shaped brown bear, also came out.

"The third captain of Santoku's 'Peace Guards'."

A well-known transcendent came out, all of them were C-level masters: facing Princess Charlotte, who could destroy the A-level divine descendants, their attitudes were considered modest.

"The devil has retreated, you are too late."

Princess Charlotte knew the purpose of these people's visit, but she could only deal with them patiently.

"Yingji is in a state of devastation and it is inconvenient to host guests. Please go back -"

"Princess Charlotte!"

The French representative stepped forward,

"The holy sword in your hand is called 'Durandel'?"

".Exactly,"

Regarding this issue, Princess Charlotte could not deny it, and lying was not in line with her character.

"As we all know, the holy sword 'Durandel' is the sword of my French ancestor, Roland, the first paladin under Charlemagne."

After speaking, the representative stared at Princess Charlotte.

"Your Highness Princess, you won't deny it, right?"

".Yes."

Whether it is mythology or history, these are facts that have been widely recorded: if you insist on telling lies with your eyes open, you will not be able to hold this sword.

"Then, please return the princess to its original owner and let us bring back the holy sword!"

Coming,

The eyes of other forces became strange,

France has "great justice" in its hands, and it would be great if it could force Princess Charlotte to hand over the holy sword.

As long as the swords and men are separated, they have the opportunity to take action: the North Sea is windy and rough, and it is normal for French people to have accidents on their way back home.

After all, it is the legendary 'Holy Sword', and it must have special requirements for its holder. It cannot be picked up and used by just anyone: Do you need the face of Yahweh and the face of the saints? Princess Charlotte should be the adapter, as long as she hands over——

"I refuse!"

However, the girl opposite didn't even think about it and spoke decisively.

"I cannot give this holy sword to you,"

?

"You are stealing and violating the precepts!"

The French representative yelled insults on the spot regardless of his demeanor.

Holy sword, holy sword, the person holding the sword must naturally be of noble character: he really is not worried about the other party cutting him with a sword.

"I have reasons I have to hold on to."

When Princess Charlotte refused again, a buzzing sound came from the sky.

There were private planes, civilian pesticide sprayers; helicopters from TV stations and police stations; above were the remaining military, police, and fire personnel who were the first to arrive. And:

"Are you declaring war on England?"

A helicopter hovered at low altitude, and the middle-aged man standing at the hatch asked sternly.

"Do you really think that England has no power to resist? Who dares to take a step forward? Our country's remaining nuclear weapons will fall in your country's capital!"

This middle-aged man is Princess Charlotte's father: the Crown Prince of England is wrong, he should be the king now.

Facing England, who was showing a 'fight to the death' attitude, the extraordinary men of the coalition also had a headache.

beat?

This is definitely a bad idea.

The girl opposite didn't move because the holy sword couldn't attack innocent people.

But if they attack first, the opponent will be able to counterattack "justifiably": it's hard to say whether they can defeat them, but they, the vanguard, will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Not fighting?

So what are they here for?

Are you really here to help England with its 'post-disaster reconstruction'?

It’s not impossible~~

"Please don't get me wrong, we sincerely provide 'humanitarian relief' to England."

The mage, who claimed to be a third-level member of the 'Veteran Union', snapped his fingers.

Those tall metal giants rumbled towards the surrounding buildings that had been reduced to ruins due to the fighting; the millstone's hand fell and began to move away and clean up the huge earth and rocks.

"I hope Her Royal Highness the Princess can allow us to study the 'Holy Sword'."

"We guarantee that we will never cause any damage to the Holy Sword!"

Since you can't get it, then settle for the next best thing.

What’s more, my own family members know their own affairs.

Who among the extraordinary people in America would dare to take such a thing as the Holy Sword?

"Everyone, please come with me who can make the decision."

The girl holding the holy sword turned around and extended her hand to Buckingham Palace as an invitation.

"I'll tell you why."

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on the other side,

"I"

Not dead yet?

Yijiang frowned when he came back to his senses.

He found himself standing on an island, with familiar humidity and climate.

"Why save me?"

While turning around, the hedgehog-headed boy asked.

"The Great Tengu."

That's right, behind him is an elegant middle-aged man with a pair of black feather wings: the Demon King 'Daitengu' Chongtokuin.

"It seems that you are not only ungrateful, but also quite resentful?"

The elegant middle-aged man had the temperament of a scholar-poet, and he spoke unhurriedly.

"I know you have no worries, but if I tell you that there is a way to resurrect in this world——"

? !

The pupils in Yijiang's eyes suddenly turned into windmills!

"Ah~~"

The next moment,

He couldn't help but cover his eyes and scream in pain.

"You actually want to use the 'Eye of God' on me? I don't know."

Opposite Yijiang who staggered back, the elegant middle-aged man smiled casually, with the round 'eyes of god' in his eye sockets clearly visible.

"Little devil, there is also a gap between the 'Eye of God'."

"Looking at your ignorance, I will note this offense for now; if there is another time -"

There will definitely be no mercy!

"Huu~huhu~~"

Yi Jiang, whose eyes shed blood and tears just by looking at him, wiped his face.

"The Resurrection You Said"

"For beings like us, the destruction of the physical body is nothing."

Daitengu didn't talk nonsense and explained directly:

"If the soul is alive, it can always find a chance to be resurrected."

"Although those ordinary people don't have the ability like us, there is still a chance for people to escape one of the Four Nines of Tianyan."

That is to go to Huangquan Santu River,

Fish out its true spirit!

"Master Chongdeyuan, how to get to Huangquan Santu River?"

"Please tell me, please!"

After hearing that there was a way to resurrect, Yi Jiang, who had been waiting for death, was shocked and became more alert. His knees softened and he fell to the ground.

He did not look like the man who frightened the world and was called the "descendant of the God of Destruction".

"Of course I know how to do it."

The elegant middle-aged man changed his tone as Yi Jiang was overjoyed.

"But there are fifty ways, but only one escapes."

"Go to Sanzu River to rescue people. Everyone has only one chance and can only resurrect one person."

?

In the teasing eyes of the Great Tengu, there was a question from the soul.

"Who are you going to resurrect?"

Xia Yin? Fan Qiu? Or someone else?

In an instant, Yi Jiang was caught in a dilemma: should he choose his good friend who escaped with him, or his lover who gave his body and soul to him, and the other people in the base trusted and supported him, so should he be abandoned? No matter who he resurrected, can he really live with a clear conscience?

"Heh,"

Stepping forward and squatting, Da Tengu patted Ie on the shoulder.

"I have a plan,"

"If it succeeds, we can reunite all of 'you'."

? ? ?

"What plan?"

Ie, who raised his head, was not a fool. The other party threw out this so-called plan at this time, which was 100% problematic!

But could he refuse?

No!

As long as there was a one in ten thousand, no, even one in a billion, chance, he was willing to try.

If he was not afraid of death,

what else was there to be afraid of?

There was nothing left to lose.

"Well, let's call it the 'Moon Eye Plan'."

This was a useful chess piece, and it would be a pity to 'waste' it like this.

Although 'Da Tengu' could brush up on the proficiency of the Mangekyō Sharingan himself, every morning when he opened his eyes, he would be shocked by the memories of dozens of clones. Even if he was the mastermind, the pressure was great.

"Or, you can also call it the 'dream world'."

————

Tokyo, outside Kyoto City,

In the forest of Otowa Mountain again, several rather embarrassed figures are resting.

The wind chime hat is nowhere to be found, and the black robe with red clouds is tattered.

"Hahaha~~"

"What a hearty battle."

The tall and fat Teach, who bulged his robe, smiled and tried to ease the atmosphere.

"The fastest runner has the right to say this?"

On the other side, Dong Xiaomei, whose face was covered with a 'ghost mask', couldn't help but complain.

Even though he was the fattest among the crowd, he was surprisingly flexible; when he retreated, he was so 'turning like the wind' that she, a 'cavalryman' driving a horse, almost couldn't catch up.

That's right, Teach developed the 'boiling escape' into a jet acceleration capability; the straight-line speed soared to several Machs, and he rushed out of Heian-kyo in the blink of an eye, which was simply beyond the reach of others.

"Hahaha, didn't Lord Qinglong ask us to retreat~~"

The 'Qinglong' on the other side, that is, Qiongmei, was speechless.

It was her who ordered the retreat, but

Forget it, it's meaningless to tangle with it.

"That Minamoto no Raikou has actually reached the threshold of the Dragon level?"

Recalling the previous battle, Qiongmei became even more depressed: This Heian-kyo is really a 'hidden dragon' crouching tiger~~

"Maybe he has some 'artifact' on him?"

Xiaoying, wearing a fox mask, thought about it,

"I felt a familiar spiritual power on him: higher than ordinary spiritual power."

"So that's the case~~"

On the other side, Jiukong Yaoai's fists and palms collided, and he suddenly realized it.

It's not that we are not strong, but the other side has an artifact!

"Why do you all look at me like this?"

Others' eyes fell on Jiukong Yaoai, and they couldn't help but complain in their hearts: The reason for the defeat, it can't be because of this person, right?

According to rumors, Jiukong Yaoai has been defeated repeatedly, but he keeps fighting.

"Nonsense!"

Guessing what others are thinking from their eyes, Jiukong blushed and defended himself:

"I have won a few times."

Although those were all bullying.

At this moment, everyone's rings lit up;

This meant that their 'leader' Liudao had sent a message.

"Suspend the action?"