I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 790: We've survived another world-ending crisis, a cause for celebration!
"My Lord, what do you think?"

On the nearby west coast of America, in a magnificent, dark Gothic fortress, the 'Fallen Angel' Sauron watched the live stream in silence.

Look, what are you looking at?
Is it the fighting spirit of environmental fanatics, or the miracle of a little princess from an island nation?
The conference room where he was located had tall, pointed arched windows with colorful stained glass, resembling a dark, giant tree.
The heavy long table was cut and polished from a single piece of obsidian; the tabletop was like an abyss, swallowing the cold candlelight, and faintly reflecting the distorted shadows of several wrought iron chandeliers hanging above—the candlelight flickered among the metal thorns, stretching the shadows of the high-backed chairs like cold swords climbing up the walls of the conference room.

In a solemn, dignified, and mysterious conference room, a group of people in black robes sat: however, on the long table in front of them were modern laptops!

What happened in Mexico was spread all over the world through the mysterious power of the internet.

In fact, you don't need to broadcast live; you can simply turn around and open the window:

You'll be able to witness the rolling thunderclouds!
"Temporarily shut down factories in various locations."

After a long pause, Soren, seated at the head of the conference room, finally spoke slowly.

“The great ‘Lord’ will eventually return, and if he sees a world in ruins, he will surely be saddened.”

Soren was once just a lowly auto worker in Seattle, Washington; but after following the 'Lord' to fight in various battles, he later independently managed such a large territory, wielding more power than any president or prime minister, and had long since developed the so-called 'superior' demeanor.

In short: thick-skinned.

It's definitely not that they're afraid of the Eight Heroes, they're just worried about hurting the 'Master'.

That's it!

"Yes,"

"The adults are very thoughtful."

"When the Lord returns, He will surely praise Your Excellency's achievements."

The black-robed superhumans in the conference room offered their flattery: However, simply closing the factory is probably not enough, so:
"Sir, our people need to carry ventilators when they go out, which is very inconvenient; could you please allow us to control air pollutant emissions?"

Now that this precedent has been set, others immediately followed suit with their own suggestions.

"can."

As Soren nodded, one environmental protection proposal after another was immediately put forward by the superhumans.

Look, look—

The west coast was ravaged by the 'Burning Legion', with ignited volcanoes everywhere, spewing billowing black smoke mixed with massive amounts of volcanic ash; lava flowed, causing the vegetation to be completely destroyed, and the ecosystem was naturally out of the question.

Therefore, from now on, they will devote themselves to a vigorous greening campaign!

We can talk about environmental protection.

It's definitely not because we're afraid of the 'Eight Heroes'!
In fact

Last time, when Gudo came over, it seemed like the fight ended in a draw.

But don't forget, the battlefield was on Sauron's territory; the battle between the two dragon-level beings destroyed most of Sauron's factory buildings, leaving it in ruins.

Now, Raichu, the strongest of the Eight Orochi, has reappeared and seems to have a very friendly relationship with that "human elementary school student." However, it is clear that only that elementary school student is an exception: Mexico, which was blasted into the sea, can prove this.

Therefore, if we don't want to continue facing the offensive of the Eight Heroes, we should honestly focus on improving the environment.

Fark,

This is a big project.

Thinking of this, Soren couldn't help but curse inwardly.

He chose to establish his base here because of its unique terrain: there was no competition from other places, and he could mine 'sacred crystals' nearby.

Now they want to clean up the environment, plant trees, and purify the air?
He represents the 'fallen' side of the sanctuary!
Is this reasonable?

Fine, let's just be environmentally conscious then;
Who says we're living in an era of transition towards mythology?

The words and actions of the strong influence the lives of millions.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the broken 'islands' of South America,

This area was once home to Guatemala, Honduras, Costa Rica, Panama, and other countries. It served as a corridor connecting North and South America, and the famous Panama Canal is located here.

But now, canals are no longer needed because the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans are directly connected:
Countless waves of seawater are surging from the Atlantic Ocean into the Pacific Ocean!

The Gulf of Mexico was originally an important part of the 'Atlantic Gulf Stream', and it was this sea area that caused the Atlantic Ocean to flow northward, bringing a huge amount of heat.

Now that the Gulf Stream has disappeared and become the Strait of Mexico or a sea area, without the heat brought by the Gulf Stream, Northern Europe, especially the coastal areas of Northern Europe, will become extremely cold.

Perhaps it won't be long before the ancient profession of 'Viking pirate' reappears.

Of course, that's all for the future.

What lies before us now is:

"elder brother,"

A boy looked at the vast ocean before him, its waves as large as mountains, and murmured dejectedly.

"Our home is gone."

"But at least we're still alive."

The thin man patted his younger brother on the shoulder, offering him only this consolation.

"This is the era of gods and demons,"

Lunli sighed.

Ordinary people are truly less than ants: they are already considered lucky.

First, he died from Raichu's ultimate attack, turning to ashes along with Mexico, the King of Sin, countless demons, fallen humans, and fallen angels.

Then, it was casually resurrected by some 'little princess': It's better than those that turned to ashes and fell into hell, right?

“BOSS,”

Even Lord Azmodan
'Ha, lucky fellow.'

? !
The familiar voice echoed in his mind, causing Lunli's pupils to contract sharply.

"Boss?! You're not dead. No, you're alright?"

"elder brother?"

Under the astonished gaze of the boy beside him, the thin man looked excited, as if he had found his pillar of support.

"Boss, what are you doing now—"

Is it inside my body?

Whether you are surprised or bewildered, fearful or joyful:

"Don't get excited yet, listen to me."

The voice in my mind did indeed belong to the 'King of Sin,' and it continued speaking to itself:
First of all, congratulations, kid, you've got the best of luck.

"Boss, what's going on?"

Ignoring the voice in his head, Lunli was filled with doubt, and a guess surfaced in his mind.

It feels like a 'recorded message'.

'I am dead, and you are still alive.'

'Fine, I'll take pity on you and explain it to you.'

The voice of the King of Sin in his mind, seemingly anticipating Lunri's confusion, continued:
'You, and all those other little ones I bestowed my blood upon, are the hosts I prepared for my own 'resurrection.'

? !
This information made Lunli's face stiffen, but it was also within expectations.

"If you wish."

"No, you can't hear me anymore."

As Lunli muttered to himself, the voice in his mind did not linger.

Now that this message has been activated, it proves that I am 'completely' dead.

'Maybe they are those hateful angels, maybe they are the three Prime Evils, maybe they are the strongest beings in this world—it doesn't matter!'

Even a message,

It is also filled with the evil tyranny and nonchalance of that 'King of Sin'.

What I'm about to say: It's about you, about all of you.

'When I die, the oppression in your bloodline will vanish! Rejoice, you children of sin!'

'Little ones, your chance has come! Go forth, kill each other, devour each other, strengthen yourselves, inherit the name of evil, and roam freely across this land. Whatever you do, evil will accept and forgive!'

???

at the same time,

In Lunli's mind, a 'spell-like' idea naturally came to mind.

Burning rays
This is his
No, it's the bloodline of the King of Sin that gave him this power.

By killing other 'Children of Sin', you can absorb their magic and skills!
This is a competition destined to have only one winner. The one who remains will step into the realm of legend and become a demon lord.

It was also a 'gift' left to them by that king of evil.

“BOSS,”

"May your soul boil in the burning hell, just like your ever-burning sin."

The King of Sin originally planned to use them as a backup plan for resurrection; and after they were completely 'dead,' he would immediately inform them of the situation and begin a sinful massacre. However, Lunri was still grateful to his boss because the other party had saved him, and it was only right to take his life back.

"Since it was you who left behind this bloody competition, then:"

The thin man with a determined look clenched his fist.
I will win in the end!

With victory and blood, we pay tribute to you: Rest in peace, Boss.

"elder brother?"

The boy's voice beside him brought Lunli back to his senses.

"I'm fine,"

In that case, the next step is:

"Brother, I will take this land and this sea into my grasp!"

Reach out your hand to the turbulent sea ahead.

Spread your five fingers!

?

"Okay, I'll listen to my brother!"

Although he didn't know why his second brother suddenly had such 'ambitions', the boy nodded vigorously without hesitation.

"I will kill many people, I will fight many wars, I will."

"I'll help my brother!"

The boy, patting his chest, pulled up his shirt, revealing the gun handle at his waist.

"Running errands, murder, I can do it all!"

Living in this country, and born in the slums: smuggling, murder, and joining gangs are the ways for these 'daring and hardworking' young people to get ahead.

Actually, there used to be another way out: playing football.

However, that is a hundred times more difficult than picking up a gun and fighting in the streets.

"it is good,"

Lunli patted his younger brother's head and gave him a sincere smile.

"We brothers are together."

"Together!"

Two hands clasped together,
Perhaps one of them will fall tomorrow;

But before they fell, they were brothers who stood back to back, supporting each other as they moved forward.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

new York,

This city is the stronghold of the 'Holy Church'.
There were even 'divine favored ones' with octopus tentacles, blue skin, and multiple eyes parading around the streets.

Not all out-of-control 'believers' turn into mindless monsters: some lucky ones retain a certain level of consciousness after losing control: after being repeatedly taught by a certain 'Patriarch', they gradually become able to communicate and interact, calling themselves 'God's chosen ones' as they walk in the city.

In addition, many practitioners have gone astray in their cultivation, resulting in physical mutations:

New York today is truly a scene of chaos, where the former LGBT community dares not even breathe in the face of the new LGBT supremacists.

They've only undergone gender reassignment surgery, but these people have completely abandoned human beings!
Deep Sea Cathedral
"Has the saintess fallen into a deep sleep again?"

"Yes,"

Patriarch Dr. Ramley emerged from the depths of the church.
General Anderson, the "Presiding Judge," and Major General Dalhuan, the "Archbishop," nodded slightly to him.

"Without a doubt, it was the 'Father' who saved us."

"The path we take is the future of humanity!"

This is not just empty talk. The more Dr. Ramli researched, the more he discovered that the power of the Holy Church is the ultimate truth that points directly to the 'mysteries of the universe'.

Ordinary people are simply unable to bear this knowledge, which is why they are distorted into that form.

"Of course,"

General Anderson and Major General Dalhuan both stated their positions.

“Our Father in the sea, be glory to your name, and your kingdom come; your will be done in America as in R'lyah.”

When the stars return to their places, that will be the day the Father awakens.

America is not weak either!
(End of this chapter)