I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 801 Oh no, the Martians have come knocking!

Tokyo, Jujutsu High School.

"Officers, please enter the 'teleportation array'."

Amidst the announcement, young men and women dressed in close-fitting 'spacesuits' arrived at the Spellcasting Academy's teleportation hall.

In a corner of the hall, three 'Onmyoji' figures, all dressed in black and only recognizable as humanoid, simultaneously raised their hands.

brush--

Next second,
They appeared in another 'hall'.

The hall's floors and walls are all made of metal, exuding a cold and sturdy utilitarian style; through the glass ceiling overhead, one can see the huge arc of a blue-white planet, proving that they are no longer inside the planet, but in near-Earth orbit.

Snap, snap, snap,

"Everyone,"

Clapping and steady sounds came from the side.
This helped these young 'non-commissioned officers' suppress their excited feelings.

Because a middle-aged lieutenant had been waiting there for quite some time.

"Follow me, I'll take you to the rest area. You have one hour to get familiar with the new environment. Then—"

It's time to start work.

After arriving at the rest area, and being assigned to individual 'dormitories' the size of toilets:
"I never thought we'd be able to set foot here!"

The young sergeants immediately became excited as soon as the lieutenant left.

"Macross is a groundbreaking product that combines Yin-Yang techniques, extraordinary materials, and advanced technology!"

Gathered by the window in the lounge, a group of young people looked out at the darkness with great interest.

"Serving here can be considered a pioneering moment in human history, right?"

"Come on, we're just sergeants—"

The excitement of these young people is understandable.

After all, they had all passed the advanced examination for sorcery and were awarded the rank of non-commissioned officer by the island nation's government. They were the 'elites' of the new era: all of them were wolf-level!

Moreover, unlike those "old-school superhumans" who rely on drugs and are already past their prime, they are all 18 or 9 years old and are up-and-coming talents who have trained hard and diligently. Their deployment to the "Macross" is proof of this.

However, the real reason is that Macross has recently suffered considerable 'losses';
In addition, the Isoya family's experience of "going it alone" has forced the island nation's government to send more personnel here.

"Xia, why don't you go and enjoy the scenery?"

Not everyone was leaning against the window. At the lounge bar, a blond young man wearing sunglasses was drinking lemonade by himself.

When asked by his colleagues, he simply replied:

There is no scenery.

That's right. The space outside the window is pitch black. What scenery can you see?
Even these extraordinary officers are no exception.

That's true, but—

He plopped down in the seat next to him, and another young sergeant asked curiously:

"This is outer space, don't you feel excited?"

Excited.
The blond young sergeant wearing sunglasses glanced around, giving a disdainful look to his colleagues who were leaning against the window, gesturing excitedly.

"Our job is to build this space fortress,"

Putting down his lemonade, the blond youth calmly stated the facts.

"When we go out to tighten the screws, we'll have plenty of time to admire the scenery!"

“Hey, you weren’t like this before.”

The young sergeant next to him was speechless. Where did the enthusiastic 'Char' from before go?

"People always change,"

To this, the blond youth known as 'Char' gave a nonchalant reply.

The truth is: he's an imposter!
That's right, this blond youth named Char is actually an imposter: in order to join the Pyromancy Academy, he schemed against his friend and took his place.

They already looked quite similar, and he could conceal his eye color by wearing sunglasses while 'injured,' and he also managed to replace his fingerprints with his own; from then on, he was Char Aznable, diligently studying and practicing at the Pyromancy Academy, achieving the highest score among his classmates:
Come here to tighten the screws!
To possess the power to control one's own destiny, Wolf-level strength is far from sufficient.

"Don't always have such a long face, Char."

The colleague next to him was a true acquaintance of 'Char'; however, the other party only thought that his former friend's drastic change in personality was because he had been involved in a supernatural disaster.

"That's just how our times are; let's relax a bit: nobody knows what tomorrow will bring—"

boom! ! !
An explosion suddenly rang out.
The young sergeant was thrown to the ground before he could finish speaking.

Amidst the dizzying spinning, all I could hear were crackling and popping sounds, and I suddenly felt a fierce impact on my body.

Immediately afterwards, a huge suction force appeared out of nowhere, like a whirlwind trying to sweep the unfortunate man away.

"Ahhhhhh~~"

"Ahem, this, this is—"

Subconsciously using his 'tree-climbing' technique, he gathered spiritual energy in his hands and feet, clinging to the ground. Only then did the young sergeant, who was dizzy and disoriented from the fall, try to observe the situation.

A large hole was punched through the metal wall.
The sharp, broken metal splinter points towards the lounge, proving the attack originated from outside.

Those unfortunate souls admiring the view from the window were also sucked into space as the window shattered, and are now fluttering and dancing as they float away.

How could this be? This is glass made of ultra-high strength alloy and composite materials!
Even if hit by a shell, it is difficult to break;

Besides, look at the scene right in front of us!
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"Warning, warning!"

At the same time, piercing alarms blared throughout the 'hyperspace fortress'.

"Fortress areas G, K, and X are under attack!"

"Combat personnel, proceed to the above areas immediately. Repeat this process."

The sound became distorted not because the broadcast system malfunctioned, but because:

"Woo."

His face stiffened, and he instinctively covered his neck.

The young sergeant looked up at the huge holes in the walls and windows, and a realization dawned on him:
Oxygen is leaking out, and air is escaping from the lungs. If you force yourself to hold your breath, the air inside the lungs will expand, causing the alveoli to rupture and leading to pneumothorax or embolism.

brush,

the other side,
A blond young man wearing sunglasses
He nimbly flipped himself to his feet and strode towards the door.

The depressurization caused by the air leak in the rest room is enough to kill most ordinary people instantly; even if they don't die, they will fall into acute hypoxia and lose consciousness in a dozen seconds.

However, those were just ordinary people; they were all wolf-level superhumans, and they weren't so easily killed.

Seeing that the other person was heading straight for the door, the young sergeant immediately followed.

In the midst of my busy schedule, I glanced at the direction directly opposite the gap:

A long spear,
It sank deep into the metal wall on the other side.

Spear?

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.

"what happened?"

"Report! We have been attacked by supernatural forces!"

The main command center was in complete chaos: this hyperspace fortress, several kilometers in diameter, was already a massive 'city'. Therefore, the location that was suddenly attacked was actually quite far from the main control room.

However, with the help of numerous cameras, the people here quickly learned the source of the attack.

"A group of warriors dressed in ancient Spartan Greek attire?"

The monitoring personnel who saw the intruder couldn't help but pause for a moment.

A brush-shaped helmet, a bright red cloak, a leather battle skirt, long hair and a large shield, a muscular warrior—isn't this the standard Spartan outfit?

How did they launch their attack?

When Isoya Dai arrived at the command room, she raised an eyebrow. How did a Spartan warrior suddenly appear in this boundless space?
"Yes, we are investigating with all our might."

"Have it!"

After being suddenly attacked, the massive war fortress immediately sprang into action; every department was operating at full speed, and countless pieces of information were transmitted as electromagnetic waves at the speed of light.

"It's—the American spaceship!" As the screen in the main control room zoomed in, several tiny black dots, invisible to the naked eye, appeared in the pitch-black space.

The black dot, when magnified, revealed its true form: it was the spaceship America used to land on Mars!
"This distance?"

"Could it be that they also possess the 'Flying Thunder God Technique'?"

Before Isoya Dai could finish speaking, straight bolts of lightning suddenly shot in from afar. The light beams stopped abruptly at the outer perimeter of the 'Hyperdimensional Fortress,' and within the light appeared 'Spartans,' who with a wave of their hands unleashed spears that pierced through the metal.

What kind of technique is this?

"What kind of technique is this?"

Meanwhile, on one of the three American spaceships in space, a female warrior named Diana also voiced her doubts.

The spaceship has changed dramatically: the main structure is still the same, but it is decorated with a large number of metal rams and bright red murals praising war. At first glance, it looks like something out of a mythological scene.

Although the 'passengers' on this spaceship did indeed come from a mythical realm.

“This is the ‘Heavenly Gift’ technique,”

The muscular Spartan 'priest' beside him answered.
"Using the power of thunder, the target is instantly teleported to the designated location at high speed."

Such a brutal method of 'transportation' is unbearable for ordinary materials and superhumans; only 'captains' in the Spartan army can withstand it with their bare hands: otherwise, what is sent over is a pile of rotten flesh, or even directly turned to ashes.

"The advance force has occupied the enemy's territory. Subsequent landing forces, proceed!"

At the prince's command, a large number of war chariots immediately flew out from the three spaceships.

It was indeed a chariot: and a chariot full of ancient Greek style, except that the horses pulling the chariot all had wings. As these 'pegasus' galloped, they pulled the ordinary Spartan soldiers on the chariot towards the huge 'hyperspace fortress'.

As for a vacuum environment?

If they can't even withstand this, what kind of Spartans are they?
"Priest, I want to join the war too."

Drawing her short sword from her waist and holding a round shield, Diana walked toward the magic circle of leaping lightning.

"Hmm, your strength is enough to withstand teleportation. But—"

Facing the priest's sweeping gaze, the former 'Shadow Consort' gave a bloodthirsty smile.

"Don't worry, High Priest."

"I'm not going back to the sheep!"

This battle was also her 'declaration of loyalty': if she dared not raise her sword against her former 'kind,' how could she possibly integrate into Sparta?
May the God of War protect you.

Since the other party had said so, the priest no longer hesitated and activated the magic circle.

crackling

A beam of light shot out, heading straight for the massive 'steel fortress'.

boom--! ! !
She crashed through the metal wall, and amidst the flying debris, the female warrior, who had used her shield to shield herself, rolled a few times to dissipate the force and stand up.

"let me see."

His gaze swept over the surprised people around him, judging from their clothing and appearance:

"Island people?"

As a former Hollywood actress, Diana was also very talented. Moreover, since her journey to the other side of the world began in Japan, she had naturally learned their language once.

"Kneel down and surrender! Or—"

brush,

Facing the islanders around her who suddenly drew their weapons, the female warrior smiled nonchalantly.

Indeed, fighting is the easiest and fairest way!

Pfft

Next second,
The woman, wielding a sword and shield, charged into the crowd.

Different stances, each serving their own master; let the swords in our hands speak louder than words.

"Sparta!!"

"what?"

Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department Inspector's Office;
Zhu Yachun looked up, a rare look of surprise on her face.

"Our hyperfortress has been attacked by Spartan warriors?"

The sudden connection between these two words made Director Zhuya hesitate, wondering if she was hallucinating from working overtime.

"Yes!"

The secretary didn't hesitate and immediately handed over the tablet.

Director Zhu Ya glanced at him and saw a standard-issue brush helmet, a bright red cloak, a simple leather skirt armor, and muscles as developed as if cast in steel. He was engaged in fierce battle with a spear in one hand and a large round shield in the other. What else could he be but a Spartan warrior?
Of course, this design was actually standard equipment for the ancient Greek army.

However, thanks to a certain American movie, coupled with years of cultural promotion, it has almost become a symbol of Sparta.

"Mars?"

"Yes!"

After receiving the secretary's reply, Director Zhu Ya realized what was going on.

So it's a Martian 'Greek pantheon', then it's not surprising. But:
Why did the Spartans attack us?

That shouldn't be the case. Even if they felt they were provoked, they should have attacked America instead.

"Is there any misunderstanding?"

"Didn't the people on Macross try to communicate with the other side?"

"Yes, Director."

The secretary answered immediately.

But the other party's answer was—

This is Sparta!

Inside the massive hyperspace fortress, several Spartan warriors stood frozen in place; their muscles contracted and veins bulged as they exerted tremendous force, yet they couldn't even move.

Because beneath their feet, shadows extended out, connecting to the feet of a female ninja.

Shadow Binding Technique!
The next second, a talisman flew out and stuck to the forehead of a Spartan warrior.

"Tell me, why are you attacking this place?"

It was clearly a foreign language that I couldn't understand.

But the Spartan warrior understood what it meant.

"Witch?"

"We Spartans are born to fight, and we die to fight!"

Even when facing a 'witch', this Spartan warrior showed no fear whatsoever.

"Use whatever witchcraft you have! My wrath will—"

Click!

The shadow clung to the Spartan warrior's neck.

Without hesitation, he twisted his head sharply, turning it 180 degrees in an instant.