Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 739 - 737: That’s Just How Absurd We Angel Envoys Are

The night was deep.

With a helicopter, one could overlook Tokyo's colorful nightscape.

The usually mesmerizing view meant nothing to Sanjushi Tera now; a sense of restless anxiety pulsed in his chest, involuntarily pulling his thoughts into an abyss of darkness.

The people he left in Itabashi District were without exception martial artists or gold-star assassins from the Philippines.

The Thirty-Four Families were tasked with surveillance missions.

To monitor the situation on site and report to him constantly.

A sniper with infallible accuracy could not remain unknown in Tokyo.

As for the martial artist wearing a ghost mask, they were unbelievably strong.

Completely wrapped from head to toe, clearly intending to conceal their true identity.

Not even their gender could be confirmed.

One could wear clothes wrapped tightly from head to toe and easily change their apparent gender.

The person could simply stuff cotton or some object into their chest; a man could then assume a woman's physique.

Those people quickly broke through the defenses he left in Itabashi District, heading all the way to Shinjuku.

The specifics were unclear to Sanjushi Tera; he only knew that he must stop them promptly.

If not for concerns of the Holy Lord's words, to capture them alive.

He really wanted to fire a rocket launcher at them.

Sanjushi Tera looked ahead, as vehicles under his arrangement converged on the Big Fat Sheep Bar.

He saw no other organizations.

Emily returned here with such fanfare, there must be a reason.

Or a certainty...

Sanjushi Tera narrowed his eyes, suddenly thinking of a terrifying possibility, quickly waving his hand, saying: "Do not rush to converge, circle around."

The pilot was slightly stunned but followed the command, circling instead of converging.

"Blood of the Mortal King shall only end with the sword."

When Emily shouted this, a multicolored light suddenly released from the emblem, followed by a spatial tremor as the pitch-black night sky suddenly caved downwards.

"What?!" Sanjushi Tera could no longer hold his expression, watching as swirling dark clouds condensed into a door submerging downward; its shape was ancient-looking, with seemingly dim light swirling on the surface.

Then, the door slowly opened, as a mysterious chill enveloped from afar.

Like the gate of hell opening to the world.

Sanjushi Tera gasped, finally understanding the reason for Emily's presence here, and sternly said: "Immediately return to Setagaya District."

He then took hold of the walkie-talkie, ordering drones to remain here to monitor, while commanding everyone to evacuate Shinjuku, canceling the plan.

The development has reached a stage beyond his control, nor wished to let those people go forward in vain.

Such a grand setup; the one from the Different World was undoubtedly an Angel Envoy!

...

Half past seven in the evening, the scene that happened was all events Aozawa had pre-written using Fate Weaving.

He knew Emily wouldn't choose one-thirty in the afternoon.

As for the evening, if Emily did not act, he had a backup plan to bring her to Shinjuku.

To finally see this spectacle.

Emily was astounded, staring at the gate as someone slowly emerged from within.

The figure was clad in heavy armor, its exterior not fancy with visible battle scars; the cape representing glory was also rendered tattered due to combat.

In comparison, the longsword in his right hand was exceptionally extravagant, its blade entirely silver-white, bathed in a chill.

Vaguely, fine snowflakes seemed to drift down from the sword blade, leading to speculation that the sword was forged from ice.

In his left hand was a shield adorned with a golden wing design, appearing at first glance to be a decorative artwork; the battle scars on its surface revealed it wasn't mere decoration.

This was the Executioner.

Just from observing the appearance, Emily felt this was a formidable and battle-hardened Angel Envoy.

Phoenix Academy Maggie, behind her ghostly mask, was equally curious; this Angel Envoy appeared stronger than Aozawa.

She really wished to capture this scene and let Aozawa see what other Angel Envoys looked like.

Nonetheless, she could custom-order similar armor for Aozawa; he would look dashing wearing it.

"Did you call for me?"

The Executioner spoke slowly, his language proper English.

Aozawa had already gamified this area, easing the introduction of this game character.

The settings for the Executioner included language being English.

Emily nodded, not stating that Dio had her summon him, responding in English: "I know of a mighty Angel Envoy in Setagaya District, his name is Holy Lord."

"Very well, let's go."

The Executioner evidently disliked idle chatter.

Phoenix Academy Maggie quickly said: "Please get in the car."

The Executioner did not choose to ride; he stepped forward and grasped Emily's shoulder. At that moment, Phoenix Academy Maggie discovered the edge of his cape seemed freshly burned, with sparks visible.

The next second, the Executioner and Emily soared like rockets; by the time Phoenix Academy Maggie looked up, they vanished into the Shinjuku night sky.

"Emily!"

Katerina shouted in panic.

Phoenix Academy Maggie calmly said: "They must be heading to Setagaya District; let's go quickly."

"Okay."

Katerina hit the gas and turned the steering wheel.

Phoenix Academy Maggie kicked off the ground and jumped into the car through the open window to avoid being left behind by her.

...

Whew, the scene changed quickly.

It made Emily feel like she was caught by Dio.

Do all Angel Envoys take people this way?

She looked at the mansion in front of her in the Setagaya District, complaining to herself, and suddenly remembered a critical question – how did the other party know the location of the Holy Lord's mansion?

If he could sense it, he wouldn't have needed to bring her as a burden.

If he couldn't sense it, for the Executioner to arrive here precisely, it was evidently by reading memories, accessing her brain's memories to locate the Holy Lord's mansion.

The Executioner loosened his hand.

Emily immediately stepped back in terror. Being read of memories is not a good feeling.

Did he just read the part about the Holy Lord's mansion, or did he read all the memories?

If all memories were read, wouldn't she have no secrets left?

Though such speculation seemed a bit outrageous, the other party was an Angel Envoy, an inherently outrageous existence, so it wouldn't be a problem if it were a bit more extreme.

Emily's blue eyes flickered with suspicion.

The Executioner didn't think too much, just followed the established procedure, handing over the shield in his left hand to Emily and said, "Hold this, don't let it fall to the ground."

"Okay."

Emily nodded, taking the shield, expecting it to be heavy, but it was unexpectedly light.

After she held it, the shield emitted a blue glow, which then turned transparent and colorless.

Silently, colorless lines gently traced along the ground, enveloping the entire mansion.

Emily stood outside the barrier, her blue eyes showing a hint of excitement. What exactly is the principle behind this barrier?

She didn't feel like she contributed any power, just simply held the shield.

Could anyone hold this shield?

Or is it that only she could hold it?

A series of doubts flashed through her mind as she watched the Executioner stride toward the backyard. That silhouette exuded a tragic atmosphere akin to crossing the Yi River with a song of wind and cold, a warrior going and never returning.

It was this silhouette that suddenly made Emily realize her current situation was dangerous!

If the Executioner didn't defeat the Holy Lord or cause serious damage, wouldn't she, standing outside, be like a sheep walking into a tiger's den?

Emily didn't know before that she had to stay outside and watch the battle.

According to her idea, she would tell the Executioner the whereabouts of the Holy Lord and then slip away immediately.

From Dio's lines, it could be judged that the Executioner couldn't kill the Holy Lord.

But now, she needed to stand here and maintain the Executioner's barrier, meaning that before the battle ended, she couldn't leave.

If she left, the impact might affect the surrounding people, and Tokyo would be dragged into the destruction of a battle between two Angel Envoys.

What on earth was Dio thinking?

Or did this situation go beyond Dio's expectations? Emily's mind was in chaos.

She looked at the Executioner's back, wanting to call out to stop him, but she felt that saying such demoralizing words at this time might affect their morale.

Thinking about it, perhaps the two Angel Envoys could battle for days and nights?

Emily couldn't ignore this possibility, but could she stand here for days without sleeping or going to the bathroom?

...

Boom!

While she was thinking, a loud explosion erupted, and the mansion in front of her was pierced like tofu by a power drill.

Countless wood chips and furniture twisted into a spiral, including the ground which shattered.

It was like a horizontal tornado rushing forward.

Such a world-destroying scene caused Emily's pupils to dilate, and her hand holding the shield trembled slightly.

As she wondered how the Executioner would resist, the spiral tornado directly engulfed him.

"No way?!"

In Emily's shocked cry, the rush crashed against the barrier, causing transparent ripples.

She didn't feel too much impact, just watched as the violent rush hit the barrier surface, cold sweat on her forehead, and her legs trembling.

The whistling wind was like a death god shouting piercing curses in her ears.

In just a few seconds, Emily felt like she'd endured what seemed like a century.

The distortion in front disappeared.

With a crackling sound, various fragments fell like a downpour on the ground.

Dust quietly rose from among the debris, and the Holy Lord stood in front, red eyes spanning the distance, falling on Emily.

"Gulp."

She swallowed hard. Amidst the ruins, the Executioner, who had been torn apart, presented a time reversal-like scene.

The pieces of his broken body were actually piecing back together.

This can happen?

Emily's face was full of shock; her previous imagining was still conservative.

Angel Envoys truly are beyond human imagination. They are outrageous beings.