I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 392 and 393: The Tribulation of the End of Dharma

The Taishan Prefecture Lord's Sacrifice Ceremony.

The saintess frowned, her heart churning with turmoil.

In this extraordinary era, the Lord of Mount Tai is an insurmountable mountain. As the Lord of Mount Tai's fame has grown, everything about Him has been meticulously unearthed from old documents, translated into multiple languages, and widely circulated.

The Taishan Fujun Festival, a supreme Yin-Yang technique developed by Abe no Seimei that can revive the dead, is naturally known to everyone. Countless forces are secretly searching for it.

Who exactly is this Onmyoji named Shion?

"What, is the Holy Maiden also interested in the Mount Tai Lord Ceremony?"

That's natural.

Although Jeanne's healing skills are widely praised for their ability to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded, she is helpless when it comes to the truly dead.

No matter how powerful the healing techniques are, they can't compare to bringing the dead back to life.

Jeanne glanced at the sand pile that Seth had turned into, her eyes gleaming.

However, the Taishan Fujun Festival used by Shion seems to differ from the legend.

"If you are willing to follow me, I am not unable to share the secrets of the Taishan Fujun Festival with you, Holy Maiden."

Ziyuan covered her mouth with her sleeve and chuckled softly, her eyes curving like crescent moons, revealing a fox-like cunning and intelligence.

Jeanne's serious expression underwent a subtle change, but she didn't seem particularly moved.

She didn't believe in such a thing as a free lunch.

If you ask yourself honestly what you have that would make the other person want to be with you, the only thing that comes to mind is healing.

"Thank you for your kindness, Ms. Shion."

Miss Jeanne clenched her fists and declared with a devout expression:

"But I have already decided to dedicate this body to the Lord."

She refused the offer from the beautiful female Onmyoji.

"Holy Maiden, how many people have you saved over the years? Ten thousand? A million?"

Ziyuan showed no annoyance; instead, she spoke meaningfully:

"But compared to the current population of the human realm, it is but a drop in the ocean. Can you save everyone in the coming final tribulation?"

What, the end of the world?

Jeanne's expression changed, and she was about to ask further questions.

"Huff! Huff!"

Just then, the sound of helicopter rotors could be heard overhead.

A fleet of Black Hawk helicopters sped by, circling overhead.

"Reporting to base, we have arrived at the scene."

"Besides the target 'Orleans Girl' and several civilians, there was also a woman dressed in Japanese clothing, who is suspected to be a superhuman."

"Please instruct me on what to do next."

The US-sent armed helicopter squadron had already arrived, but was unable to get close due to the sandstorm.

After the storm subsided, they rushed to the scene immediately.

The US is now in a very difficult situation, finding itself in a dilemma.

They had planned to abduct Jeanne quietly, but they got caught in a sandstorm created by Seth, and the special forces and four artificial superhumans were all wiped out.

Not only that, the battle between Jeanne and Seth was broadcast live, and now countless satellites from various countries are watching the Delna region from its orbit.

Completely exposed to the world.

The Orleans Girls Operation has been declared a failure.

If that were all, the command center, blinded by greed, would have dared to forcibly take Jeanne onto the helicopter under the guise of "protection."

However, unidentified supernatural beings, whose allegiance was indistinguishable from friend's, appeared on the scene, causing them great headaches and leaving them feeling constrained.

Even though Jeanne and Seth were both severely injured and weakened, this was a golden opportunity!

"Fuck! It's Japanese people again!"

"Unseen faces: How many extraordinary individuals does Japan actually possess?"

Through footage sent from the helicopter observer, the white-haired, purple-eyed beauty was quickly identified by intelligence personnel, despite never having seen her before. Her Japanese-style attire was still quite distinctive.

In the extraordinary era, over 90% of extraordinary events occur in Japan.

Even extraordinary events happening far away in Africa have been linked to the presence of small-time people.

Some officers at the base were incompetent and furious, directing their anger at Japan.

"First, make contact with the Orleans girl and the Onmyoji. You represent the United States; don't disgrace the world's number one superpower."

The command center remained rational and did not lose its composure, ordering the armed helicopter formation to launch a direct attack.

First, make contact and negotiate.

If the Onmyoji is outwardly strong but inwardly weak and reveals their vulnerability, then it's hard to say what will happen.

The Black Hawk helicopter squadron is fully loaded with American soldiers; this military force could stage a coup and overthrow one or two small countries in Africa.

"Yes, I understand."

A helicopter was preparing to land when suddenly all the crew members opened their eyes wide, as if they had seen something incredible.

The Onmyoji below waved his sleeve, and a vast white torrent surged and flew towards the sky.

"Damn it! How can there be so many bugs!"

"A butterfly, a white butterfly!"

Countless white butterflies fluttered and danced, their movements seemingly elegant, but in reality, they were incredibly fast as they swooped down on the helicopter, their sheer number blotting out the sky.

"Quick, quick, quick! Get out of the way!"

The pilot used all his strength and effort to swerve the helicopter to the right.

But it was too late; the butterflies were flying too fast!

In the blink of an eye, they rushed over.

"Crackling and popping."

White butterflies, each about half the size of a palm, were densely packed all over the glass canopy of the helicopter.

"No, this isn't a real butterfly! It's a piece of white paper, a butterfly made of folded white paper!"

The captain's face turned deathly pale. Staring at the paper butterfly outside the glass dome, he couldn't control himself and began to scream in a heart-wrenching wail.

The other crew members were also so frightened that their hands and feet turned cold and their bodies felt weak.

With so many paper butterflies covering the helicopter's canopy, the view is blocked, and the helicopter is bound to crash!

However, the plane crash they had imagined did not happen.

The paper butterflies on the glass cover flashed a red light and then exploded one after another.

"OMG! Help!"

"boom!"

A huge fireball burst out in mid-air, scattering charred parts and fine debris everywhere.

After extinguishing the first helicopter, the torrent of paper butterflies continued its relentless advance.

Seeing the situation was not good, some of the other Black Hawk helicopters immediately prepared to turn around and run away, while others opened their cannons and fired in a desperate struggle.

"Boom!"

"boom!"

The deafening explosions echoed across the desert sky, with fiery fireballs resembling spectacular fireworks.

There are absolutely no fireworks in the world that are so extravagant, costing as much as seventeen million US dollars for a single one.

"A talisman?"

As Jeanne watched the white paper butterflies fluttering around the beautiful female Onmyoji, her eyes narrowed and a bead of cold sweat rolled down her cheek.

The seemingly harmless white paper butterfly instantly wiped out the US military's helicopter squadron, making her wary of it.

Jeanne suddenly felt a slight pain on the back of her right hand. Instinctively, she looked down and her pupils contracted to their maximum size.

A white paper butterfly had somehow landed on the back of her hand, its paper wings fluttering gently.

A white paper butterfly can explode!

Jeanne was startled and instinctively reached out to crush the magatama in her other hand.

But he grasped at nothing!

Are you looking for this magatama?

The beautiful female Onmyoji smiled like a little fox who had stolen a hen, casually tossing a black magatama in her hand.

When was it stolen?

He hadn't even realized it; her strength...

Jeanne's face darkened.

"You don't need to be so nervous, I have no ill intentions."

Unexpectedly, Shion threw the black magatama at her.

Jeanne caught it, but was completely bewildered.

"Oh, right, and those bone women too, you want to save them, right?"

Ziyuan flicked her sleeve, and more white talismans flew out, automatically folding up upon landing on the sand and transforming into lifelike white paper mice that then burrowed into the sand.

In less than a minute, the paper mice emerged from the ground, gathered into a blanket, and carried Angelica and the others over.

Is this the art of Yin and Yang?

It's truly amazing.

Miss Jeanne looked at the person on the ground, then looked up at Shion, her suspicions growing stronger.

What exactly is the purpose of this mysterious Onmyoji?

A sudden, burning pain came from the back of Jeanne's right hand.

"Waaah."

Was that white paper butterfly poisonous?

She looked closely and saw bright red lines gradually appearing on the back of her hand, faintly forming an hourglass shape.

"Don't look so scary. I just want to invite you to participate in another experiment. Your abilities will surely shine brightly."

Ziyuan handled Jeanne's glare with ease.

"Another match? What exactly is your purpose?" Jeanne asked coldly.

"Let's go to Japan."

The beautiful female Onmyoji blinked her purple eyes, which rippled with emotion, and her tone was full of intriguing mystery.

"You will definitely come to my side, you definitely will."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ziyuan transformed into a puppet the size of a mineral water bottle, carved from peach wood, and stuck diagonally into the sand.

"Is this also a form of Yin-Yang magic?"

Jeanne looked at the peach wood puppet on the ground, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

Just then, the faint sound of a car engine could be heard in the distance.

Colonel Bastian quickly climbed to the edge of the sandpit, glanced around, and then excitedly waved his arms.

"Here! Here!"

Then he turned around and said respectfully to Jeanne:

"Jeanne... Saintess, no, Your Grace! We are our peacekeeping force stationed in Delna. You can rest assured now."

Jeanne did not show her joy as Colonel Bastien.

Although Frank had always treated her with utmost respect, he might not be able to withstand the pressure from the United States.

She's so weak right now, and she's carrying several burdens like Angelica, so it's best to avoid direct contact for now.

The doomsday that Ziyuan spoke of must be reported to the "Lord" as soon as possible.

"A king who doesn't belong to this world, you are the master of Crimson and the Rinnegan..."

Jeanne crushed the black magatama in her hand and chanted devoutly.

The sky shattered, and a beam of light descended, enveloping Miss Jeanne, Angelica, and the others, before sucking them in and disappearing.

"The angel has ascended to heaven!"

The Black photographer was moved to tears and captured this precious moment with his phone.

He watched the videos on his phone repeatedly, his whole body trembling with excitement.

The desert god who has risen from the dead, the radiant and holy angel, the mysterious and unpredictable Onmyoji of the East—what a magnificent feat he has created this time! It will surely leave a profound mark on the history of world photography.

"Sir, please hand over your phone."

Just then, a dark, rough face appeared right in front of the Black photographer, giving him the illusion that he was looking in a mirror.

"This is my private property, and I have freedom of the press!" the Black photographer immediately protested.

"Click!"

Colonel Bastian, of course, wouldn't tolerate the black man, and without saying a word, he drew his pistol and cocked it.

"Je suis Franccedil! (We are all French!)"

The Black photographer could only raise his hands, hunch his back, and reveal a mouthful of white teeth as he spoke to Colonel Bastian, who was also Black.

After confiscating the cell phones, the decisive Colonel Bastian immediately detained the black photographer and the unconscious reporter in the car, and even sent men to arrest and detain the indigenous villagers who had been swept in by the sandstorm.

Colonel Bastian gently lifted the peach wood puppet that the Onmyoji had removed, his heart burning with excitement.

This is an extraordinary item.

Keep in mind that Frank didn't possess a single extraordinary item.

This is absolutely a great achievement!

Colonel Bastian didn't even spare the sand piles that Seth had transformed into; he wanted to dig three feet into the ground and shovel them all up and load them onto the truck.

Before other countries arrived, Colonel Bastian had already looted the most valuable items, leaving half of the peacekeeping force to continue searching in the desert while he personally escorted them to the nearest military base and flew back to Frankish territory.

More major powers have entered the fray.

Anyway, the nearby city of Derna was hit by a Mediterranean hurricane, so they could easily send troops over under the pretext of disaster relief.

This presents an opportunity for many countries, given that extraordinary events frequently occur in Japan, an island nation surrounded by the sea. Furthermore, the powerful United States is determined to monopolize the field, making it difficult for other countries to get involved.

This time, the extraordinary event occurred in Africa, and the United States was powerless to prevent other countries from getting involved.

In less than half a day, all five players of Earth Online had gathered and, in the name of the United Nations, sealed off the core area of ​​the desert.

However, the major powers all exercised restraint and avoided any accidental clashes. Instead, they each divided up a territory and dispatched scientific research teams and relevant departments to conduct searches.

Apart from the United States.

They suffered a devastating defeat, losing both their wife and their troops, but the Onmyoji and Jeanne had both "fled," leaving them only with helpless rage. The Americans, unable to swallow this insult, took the lead in pressuring Frank to return the benefits they had previously taken, ostensibly for the sake of the world.

Other major powers were naturally happy to see this happen.

Although major powers are engaged in open and covert struggles, they have tacitly excluded other countries.

The small countries felt extremely frustrated, yet there was nothing they could do.

The desert is so vast. No matter how domineering you five Rogue Nations are, you can't prevent us from taking even a single grain of sand.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

If we can't dig in the heart of the desert, can't we at least dig sand on the outskirts?

No, we have to dig more.

Dig, dig, dig up a whole sack, dig up a whole truckload!

(End of this chapter)