I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 389 and 390: Angels

"When will our troops arrive on the scene?"

On the other side of the ocean, in a confidential meeting room at the Pentagon, the blond-haired president questioned a general beside him.

"It will take a little more time, but the attack helicopters have already moved ahead. But..."

The general frowned, glanced at the eye of the storm captured in the satellite image, and said with a troubled expression:

"Even if you get to the scene, it will be difficult to force your way in in the face of such a sandstorm."

The president choked for a moment, then waved his hand magnanimously:

"In short, deploy troops from the nearest military base first! We can't be slower than Frank!"

The President has received intelligence that the Frankish peacekeeping forces stationed in North Africa have been active and are assembling on a large scale.

Moreover, the French ambassador, and even the president's hotline at the Élysée Palace, called directly to question whether the attack on the armored convoy protecting Saint Jeanne was related to the United States.

As fellow allies of the United States, Franklin, the troublemaker, is not as compliant as Britain. Britain has already resigned itself to its fate and follows the lead of the United States. After all, they are both Saabs in the Five Eyes alliance, so at least they can still get a share of the benefits.

The US side, of course, blatantly lied, insisting that they knew nothing about it.

If Frank insists on an explanation, the CIA can have a terrorist organization claim responsibility.

Although the diplomatic troubles have been temporarily resolved, the next challenge is to contend with Frankfurt, who have the home advantage.

Africa is not America's backyard, so it's somewhat beyond our reach.

However, the return of the mummy from Delna City is a matter of great importance. It is not only a rare supernatural event that has occurred outside of Japan, but it also involves a major secret concerning life and death, and we must fight for it no matter what.

Three years after the severing of the connection between heaven and earth, I thoroughly investigated all the major pyramids, pharaoh mummies, and ruins from the Old Kingdom in Egypt, and nothing happened. I never expected that the secret of the resurrection of ancient Egypt was hidden in the outskirts of an obscure small town.

After Seth was resurrected through the bald priest's body, all the important figures in the war room couldn't help but widen their eyes.

God!

After the Asakusa Incident, a deity once again graced the human world.

Could it be that the three-year period for the Lord of Mount Tai to sever the connection between heaven and earth has already ended?

"No, Seth didn't come from the heavens; he was resurrected from the dead!"

Among the several Egyptology experts summoned to the scene, one professor gave a brief explanation:

"In ancient Egyptian mythology, Set was killed by Horus, the falcon god and son of Osiris, and had completely perished."

The crowd looked slightly calmer, but they were still not in much better shape.

After all, the resurrection of a god and the descent of a god to Earth seem to be not much different.

The high-ranking U.S. officials, including the president, who were hiding thousands of miles away, could not understand the meaning behind Seth's howl and could only convey the original meaning through the on-site commander.

When Seth promised Na eternal life and "resurrected" the previously deceased special forces soldiers, an uproar ensued.

He died and was resurrected!

Seth not only returns from hell himself, but he can also bring the dead back to life.

Could it be that He also holds the power of death and is a deity of the same rank as the Lord of Mount Tai?

"How...how is this possible?"

A professor of ancient Egyptology, holding his glasses, murmured incredulously:

"The core of Set's divinity is 'wind' and 'desert,' which in turn gave rise to divine roles in areas such as violence and war. I've never heard of Him wielding the power of death!"

"Set was the father of Anubis, the god of the underworld, and the husband of Nephthys, the goddess of the dead. It is not surprising that he was tainted by the divinity of the realm of death."

Another expert, looking at Seth on the screen, had his face full of excitement and admiration for meeting his idol.

"That's far-fetched! Don't forget that Set's mortal enemy, Osiris, is the ruler of the underworld, and even Anubis betrayed Set and became Osiris's messenger."

The bespectacled expert immediately retorted:

"If Set truly possessed the power to rise from the dead, how could he have disappeared from ancient Egyptian mythology after being killed by Horus?"

Another expert opened his mouth, but could not refute it.

Indeed, Seth's resurrection seems to carry a strange aura.

However, the American dignitaries present were not interested in the experts' academic disputes; they were completely captivated and thrilled by the miracle of the dead coming back to life.

Saint Jeanne's extraordinary power could only cure stubborn diseases, while Seth could bring the dead back to life in one fell swoop, making the difference in their abilities immediately apparent.

If they could receive Seth's blessing and eternal life, converting them to this heretical deity wouldn't be out of the question.

After all, the Lord's power was never revealed from beginning to end, so even devout believers like them naturally began to waver.

Even if one converts, it is still following the Taqiah principle, enduring hardship and waiting for the Lord's miracle to occur.

As the troops on the ground received instructions and Seth facilitated the connection, an assistant hurriedly entered and reported to the president:

"Among the ordinary people is a team of reporters from Le Monde, who are broadcasting live, and the number of viewers on their Twitter channel has already exceeded five million."

"What are we waiting for? Let's ban their Twitter accounts right now!"

The president said angrily.

The hero who slays the dragon eventually becomes the dragon himself. The president, who is good at using Twitter to garner votes, was once silenced by his political enemies who used despicable means to ban his account. But when he gained power, he did not hesitate to use the same unfair means to oppress others.

"But, Your Excellency, many domestic and international television stations and media outlets are also broadcasting this..."

"So what?"

Just then, the situation on the screen suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse. Without saying a word, Set unleashed a sandstorm tornado, ruthlessly wiping out all the special forces.

The screen went completely black.

"Um, should we also ban the reporters' Twitter accounts?" the assistant asked timidly, her face contorted with worry.

"You idiot, hurry up and put their live stream on the big screen!"

The president wished he could take off his leather shoes and give this ungrateful brat a few whacks on the head.

After frantically adjusting the equipment, the scene changed again. Countless jagged bone spikes emerged from the sand, pointing towards the sky like a bamboo forest, piercing the arrogant God Set into mid-air.

The Dance of the Early Ferns!

"Huff! Huff..."

The saintess struggled to emerge from the sea of ​​sand, then dragged out a petite body covered in blood, breaking free from the sand's hold.

They found a patch of sand, placed Angelica on it, and Jeanne reached out her hands to begin resuscitation.

Although she had almost lost the ability to think independently due to the brainwashing of psychotropic drugs and psychology, even ants can survive. In a life-or-death moment, Angelica still unleashed all her potential.

It summoned such an astonishing number of bone forests.

and……

Miss Jeanne's gaze turned toward the tip of a bone forest in a certain direction, where three equally weak bodies hung.

Even in this situation, Angelica instinctively rescued her other companions.

In other words, a trace of emotion still remains in her heart, which means there is still a possibility of redemption.

"Well done."

A hint of a relieved smile appeared on Jeanne's face, but it vanished instantly, and she turned away with a cold look in her eyes.

"Awooo—!"

With a mournful howl, Seth was pierced by the bone forest in his lower body, and even a bone spear pierced through his shoulder. He suddenly lunged downwards, and his mutilated body fell to the ground.

The divine body, which was originally like a work of art, is now riddled with holes and is a terrible sight. Only the jackal's head and the chest where Anka is hanging are relatively intact.

Do you think such petty tricks will work on God?

Seth grinned maliciously, and countless dust-like fragments behind him converged on the wounds on his body, instantly restoring his lower body to its original state.

"I have transcended death!"

The survivors and millions of spectators present were first stunned, then overwhelmed with a profound sense of despair.

Immortality!

It is actually immortal. Even the Holy Maiden is helpless against such an enemy.

"If you are truly immortal, how could you have been killed by Horus?"

Jeanne said with a cold face.

"Hmph, you women from out of town are really annoying."

Jeanne's words struck a nerve with Seth, and his arrogant and smug face immediately darkened, his eyes flashing with undisguised murderous intent.

"You are not worthy to be my priest. I will dig out your internal organs and brains and turn you into a desert mummy."

As he spoke, Seth stretched out his hand toward Jeanne, as if to snap her slender neck in mid-air.

"Miss Jeanne, attack the Anka on His chest! Once that amulet is shattered, Seth will return to hell!"

Just then, a reporter from Le Monde cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone and shouted from afar.

Jeanne's expression remained unchanged, but her gaze involuntarily drifted down three inches, landing on the Egyptian cross on Seth's chest.

Ankh is the oldest symbol of the gods in ancient Egypt. In murals, ancient Egyptian gods often hold ankh, which is a symbol of life and resurrection.

The resurrected bald priest held Anka in his hand and handed this symbol of life to the god Set.

"How dare you! You mere mortals shout at the gods!"

Seth's unusually long, square ears twitched a few times, and he looked at the reporter with an unfriendly gaze, saying:

"Humanity today has fallen to a state of utter depravity, completely forgetting its reverence for the gods. Now I will remind you of the terror and greatness of the divine!"

Seth stretched out an arm, as if issuing an execution order, and swung it downwards.

Endless yellow sand surged up from beneath its feet, churning into giant waves that surged menacingly toward the corner where the other survivors were hiding.

Tsunami and landslide!

Faced with such a terrifying offensive, everyone turned pale, and behind them was the wall of storms, with no way to escape.

"boom!"

Sand and stones flew, and yellow sand swirled wildly upwards.

At the critical moment, Miss Jeanne appeared in front of everyone with a lightning-fast flash, stretched out her hands and pushed, splitting the wind and waves, and forcefully pushed away the terrifying sand waterfall.

"Damn it, that hurts..."

Miss Jeanne was covered in sweat and looked exhausted; clearly, taking on Seth's onslaught had taken a toll on her health.

"Miss Jeanne, are you alright?"

"Your Holiness..."

Seeing that others were trying to approach, Jeanne quickly turned around and stopped them:

"Danger, stay away."

Just then, a clump of sand, like a python, flew up from the sand, grabbed Jeanne's right ankle, and kept climbing upwards.

"Hehehe, I knew you'd go and save these indifferent mortals."

Seth laughed exaggeratedly, which, combined with his ugly dog ​​face, made him look extremely terrifying and frightening.

The sand had already enveloped her waist and abdomen, and it was still rising.

It engulfed Jeanne's neck at a visible speed, and was about to devour her face as well.

"Outland woman, do you like the pyramids?"

Seth stared directly into Jeanne's eyes, which were still peeking out from under the sand, and smiled cruelly:

"The pressure from the sand coming from all directions will affect every inch of your skin and every piece of flesh, rendering you unable to move and leaving you only able to suffocate to death. This time, you will never be able to escape my grasp."

Jeanne stared coldly at Him, flame-like lines flickering on half of her face before being buried by sand.

"Hehehe!"

Seth raised his hands high, and the sand dunes rose up and continued to rise.

Boom!

In just over ten seconds, a sand pyramid with sides of 20 meters and a height of over 30 meters was formed.

It stands tall and majestic, a truly magnificent sight.

This extraordinary power, capable of turning the world upside down with a flick of the wrist, has surpassed the scope of human capability.

Seth looked at the towering sand pyramid with admiration, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

He then leaped up and landed on top of the sand pyramid, looking at the remaining survivors with a mocking and tyrannical expression, like a cat toying with a mouse.

"The remaining mortals are neither my food nor worthy to be my priests. What should I do with you to please me?"

Everyone was terrified, their faces filled with extreme panic and despair.

Even the fully armed special forces and the superhuman Miss Jeanne were devoured by this brutal god of war. The civilians had no choice but to submit to slaughter.

Just then, the sand pyramid beneath Seth's feet suddenly began to shake violently, and he almost slipped from the top.

"What?"

The next second, the tremors became even stronger, as if a god was beating His war drums.

Even the survivors standing to the side felt as if they were on a raging storm, falling to the ground one after another.

"boom!"

The sand pyramid collapsed with a deafening roar, crumbling into pieces.

A figure with wings on its back emerged from the swirling yellow sand and soared upwards.

She looked down at the earth from her high position, her snow-white wings spread out, and a golden sun formed a halo behind her head, like an angel descending.

"Horus!?"

Seth raised his dog head, looked at the golden figure with wings on its back, bared his teeth, and was filled with shock and anger.

"Seth, the judgment of the Lord will come swiftly."

(End of this chapter)