I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

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 sleeves, and a white torrent that covered the sky surged towards the sky.

"Shit! How can there be so many bugs!"

"Butterfly, a white butterfly!"

Countless white butterflies danced gracefully, their movements seemingly elegant, but in fact they swooped down towards the helicopter at an incredibly fast speed. There were so many of them that they blocked out the sky and the sun.

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

The pilot used all his strength and tried his best to control the helicopter to dodge to the right.

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

In just a blink of an eye, he rushed over.

"Crackling."

White butterflies, each half the size of a palm, densely covered the glass cockpit cover of the helicopter.

"No, this is not a real butterfly! It's white paper, a butterfly made of white paper!"

The captain's face turned pale. He looked at the paper butterfly outside the glass cover and screamed heartbreakingly without control.

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

With so many paper butterflies covering the glass cover of the helicopter, the view is blocked and the helicopter is bound to crash!

But the plane crash they imagined did not happen.

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

"OMG! Help!"

"boom!"

A huge fireball burst out in the air, and charred parts and debris splashed everywhere.

After extinguishing the first helicopter, the torrent of paper butterflies continued to surge forward.

Seeing that the situation was not good, some of the other Black Hawk helicopters immediately prepared to turn around and run, while others opened their cabin guns and opened fire, struggling to their death.

"Boom!"

"boom!"

Huge explosions one after another resounded over the desert, and the scorching fireballs were like grand fireworks.

But there is absolutely no such noble firework in the world, and one firework costs as much as 17 million US dollars.

"talisman?"

Looking at the white paper butterflies dancing around the beautiful Onmyoji, Jeanna narrowed her eyes and a drop of cold sweat slid down her cheek.

The seemingly harmless white paper butterfly destroyed the US helicopter fleet in an instant, so she dared not underestimate it.

Suddenly, Jeanna felt a slight pain on the back of her right hand. She instinctively looked down and her pupils suddenly contracted to the limit.

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

Paper butterflies can explode!

Jeanna was shocked and subconsciously tried to crush the magatama in her other hand.

But it was empty!

"Are you looking for this magatama?"

The beautiful Onmyoji smiled like a little fox who had stolen a hen, and tossed a black magatama back and forth in her hand.

When was it stolen?

I was totally unaware of her strength...

Jeanna's face darkened.

"You don't need to be so nervous. I mean no harm."

Unexpectedly, Shion threw the black magatama over.

Jeanna caught it, but she felt confused and didn't understand what was going on.

"Oh, right? There are also those bone girls. It's right that you want to save them."

Ziyuan shook her sleeves, and pieces of white talisman paper flew out. When they landed on the sand, they automatically folded up and turned into vivid white paper mice that dived into the sand.

In less than a minute, the group of paper mice crawled out of the ground, gathered into a blanket and moved Angelica and others over.

Is this Yin-Yang magic?

It's really magical.

Miss Jeanna looked at the person on the ground, then raised her head to look at Ziyuan, becoming more and more confused.

What is the purpose of this mysterious Onmyoji?

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

"Ugh."

Is 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 show such a scary expression. I just want to invite you to participate in another experiment. Your ability will surely shine."

Shion was comfortable with Jeanne's glare.

"Another game? What is your purpose?" Jeanna asked coldly.

"Let's go to Japan."

The beautiful Onmyoji blinked her purple eyes, ripples appeared, and her tone was full of intriguing mystery.

"You will definitely come to me, you will definitely."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ziyuan turned into a puppet made of peach wood the size of a mineral water bottle, and was inserted diagonally into the sand.

“Is this also Yin-Yang magic?”

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

Just then, the sound of a car engine was heard faintly in the distance.

Colonel Bastian quickly climbed to the edge of the sand pit, looked out a few times, and waved his arms excitedly.

"Here! Here!"

Then he turned and said respectfully to Jeanne:

"Jeanna... Saint, no, Lord Angel! We are the peacekeeping force stationed in Derna City. You can rest assured now."

Jeanne did not show the same joy as Colonel Bastien.

Although Frank has always been respectful to her, he may not be able to withstand the pressure from the United States.

Now that she is so weak and has Angelica and a few other burdens with her, it would be better to avoid direct contact.

The doomsday mentioned by Shion must be reported to the 'Master' as soon as possible.

"You are a king who does not belong to this world. You are the master of Scarlet and the Eye of Samsara..."

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

The sky shattered into pieces, and a beam of light fell, covering Miss Jeanna, Angelica and others, and then sucked them in and disappeared.

"The angel has ascended to heaven!"

The black photographer was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes and captured this precious moment with his mobile phone.

He watched several videos on his phone repeatedly, shaking with excitement.

The resurrected desert god, the glorious and holy angel, the mysterious Oriental Onmyoji, what a great achievement he has created this time, which will surely leave a mark in the history of world photography.

"Sir, please hand over your phone."

At this moment, a dark, rough face appeared 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.

"Crack!"

Colonel Bastian naturally would not tolerate the nigger, so without saying a word, he pulled out his pistol and loaded it.

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

The black photographer could only raise his hands, put on a shameless face, showing his big white teeth, and spoke to Colonel Bastian, who was also black.

After confiscating the mobile phone, the vigorous and decisive Colonel Bastien immediately detained the black photographer and the unconscious reporter into the car, and even did not let go of the indigenous villagers who were previously swept into the sandstorm, and sent people to arrest and detain them one by one.

Colonel Bastian picked up the peach wood puppet taken off by the Onmyoji carefully, and his heart was burning with excitement.

This is an extraordinary item.

You have to know that Frank doesn't have any extraordinary items.

This is definitely a great achievement!

Colonel Bastian did not even let go of the pile of sand that Seth had turned into. He wanted to dig three feet into the ground, shovel up all the sand and load it onto the car.

Before other countries arrived, Colonel Bastian had already looted the most valuable things. He left half of the peacekeeping force to continue searching in the desert, and personally escorted them to the nearest military base and flew back to Frank.

More major countries are entering the market one after another.

Anyway, the nearby city of Derna had experienced a Mediterranean hurricane, so they could send troops over under the pretext of disaster relief.

This is an opportunity for many countries. After all, extraordinary events often occur in Japan, an island country surrounded by the sea. In addition, the powerful United States is determined to have the whole thing to itself, so other countries are unable to intervene.

This time, the extraordinary event happened in Africa, and the United States did not have the ability to prevent other countries from taking action.

In less than half a day, the five major players of Earth OL had all gathered together and blocked the core area of ​​the desert in the name of the United Nations.

However, the major powers exercised restraint and did not cause any accidental shootings. They simply divided up a piece of territory each and sent out scientific investigation teams and relevant departments to conduct searches.

Except the United States.

They lost both their wife and their army in this battle, but Onmyoji and Jeanne both "escaped", and they could only be furious. The Americans could not swallow this breath, so they took the lead in putting pressure on Frank, asking it to spit out the benefits it had swallowed before, saying that it was for the sake of the whole world.

Other major powers will naturally welcome this.

Although the major powers are fighting openly and secretly, they have a tacit understanding to exclude other countries.

The small countries feel extremely aggrieved, but there is nothing they can do.

The desert is so vast. No matter how domineering you five rogue countries are, you can't prevent us from digging up even a handful of sand.

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

If we can’t dig in the core of the desert, can’t we dig sand on the periphery?

No, we have to dig more.

Dig and dig, dig up a sack, dig up a cart!

Chapter 393 Chapter 394 Meeting of the Twelve Gods

Japan, Chiyoda Ward, Supernatural Police Department Headquarters Building.

As the location of the world-famous Japanese supernatural agency, it is naturally shrouded in a magical aura. So far, no media has been able to conduct in-depth interviews. It is even more mysterious than the Imperial Palace and has spawned countless urban legends.

For example, the basement of the Supernatural Police Department headquarters holds numerous monsters and evil spirits for secret experiments;

The headquarters building has fifteen floors, each floor belongs to one of the Twelve Gods, and the twelfth floor and above is the territory of the Uchiha chief;

On each floor of the headquarters building, there are extraordinary items collected by the police department. As long as you defeat the twelve guarding generals, you can obtain extraordinary inheritance;

And so on.

Sitting in the conference room of the headquarters building, Hideo Tosu smiled slightly when he thought of those absurd urban rumors.

Chiyoda Ward is the essence of Japan. The headquarters of the Supernatural Police Department is located here so that it can provide support to important places such as the Imperial Palace and the Diet as soon as possible in the event of an accident.

If that's the case, why would they lock up the captured monsters in the headquarters building? If something goes wrong and a "One Hundred Demons Night Parade" breaks out on the streets of Tokyo, that would be no joke.

The headquarters building is the office of the Supernatural Police Department, not the dangerous place imagined by the media. The supernatural items they obtained from the secret realm are not placed here, and there is no need to think about supernatural inheritance, because if it really exists, it would have been used long ago.