Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 761 - 759: Lord Dio, I Am Your Loyal Servant!

Unlike those people far away, separated by a screen at thousands of miles, Emily stood on the altar, more directly witnessing the space around her shatter like a mirror.

Cracks traversed the blue sky and void.

Her eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "What's happening?"

"Dread Emperor."

Dio answered her question with brief words.

Emily swallowed nervously; even the world-ending Demon God would appear to join the chaos?!

She looked down at the fractured space cracks below.

Bang!

Each crack was forcibly pried open, and from within crawled sinister-faced monsters, "Ah!"

They roared and growled.

Unlike the silent Shadow Army, the monsters were extremely restless.

Their bodies varied widely, some resembling pythons, others like antelopes, mismatched with disturbing body parts.

Some were over a hundred meters tall, smaller ones still reached several meters, their numbers rivaling the Shadow Army, numerous and dense.

"The Dread Emperor didn't attack directly; seems Xuanxiao injured it quite badly last time."

"Or maybe it's waiting for something."

Listening to the conversation between the two Angel Envoys, Emily had to admire their composure qigong skills; truly impressive.

Facing such circumstances, they remained unfazed; perhaps that confidence comes from formidable strength.

But she was starting to feel weak in the legs.

The Angel Envoys surely would be fine; her own safety was another matter, and Dio had more than one friend like her.

If she accidentally got caught in the battle and perished, surely another of Dio's friends would replace her.

"Dio, should I find a safe place to hide?"

Emily wanted to retreat into the Shadow World and become a turtle hiding within its shell.

"No need."

Just as Dio answered, diamond-shaped flashes appeared before him, followed closely by explosions like firecrackers bursting near her ears.

Bam! Emily's heart nearly leapt out of her throat, her legs too weak to support her, leaving her sitting on the ground.

She looked at the diamond glow, sensing something distorted ahead of the light.

Following the distorted light, she saw the Holy Lord standing in the void.

"Dio, today is your day of demise!"

Emily's face turned pale; she felt the altar was becoming increasingly dangerous.

Or rather, all of Japan was dangerous.

If the Angel Envoys fought here, would the shockwaves spread around?

Emily wasn't worried about the safety of the Japanese people, only about acquaintances like Katerina, Ito, and Morimoto in Tokyo potentially facing danger.

"Defeated foe, if I can kill you once, I can kill you again."

Dio answered indifferently, stepping forward, his form flickered in the air, as if a towering Flame Giant appeared amidst the sky.

He raised his hand, fingers spread wide; searing flames converged into a sphere in his palm, resembling a sun held in his hand.

Dio swung his hand forward.

The scorching heat exploded, Emily instinctively raised her hands, yet the sensation of sweat and blood evaporating didn't occur.

The altar's water columns shimmered with crystalline light, as if enveloped by a blue membrane, preventing any sense of scorching heat; but she could see the air's moisture evaporate, steam swirled around like a sauna.

The fireball descended, quickly distorted before the Holy Lord, spiraling back to jab at Dio.

Boom, Dio's body was pierced by flames, yet he let out no scream, merely raised his right arm, clenched into a fist, and swung at the Holy Lord.

Power of distortion was activated again.

Light distorted visibly, yet didn't twist the flames; only a diamond light shield blocked the fist.

Bam!

The diamond light shield blocked the distorted power.

"Weak!"

Dio's low roar; flames around him seemed to reverse flow, furiously gathering at his right hand.

Suddenly, the flames burst forth, forming a tremendous force pressing the diamond light shield downward.

Crack, distorted space shattered.

Emily's eyes flashed with surprise; did it succeed?

No, she suddenly noticed the Holy Lord disappear, reappearing a hundred meters away.

Distorted light lines showed how the Holy Lord had escaped.

"You're still not acting?!"

The Holy Lord shouted in anger.

Emily's first reaction was to look towards the ground.

Monsters tangled with the Shadow Army.

One side roared and growled, the other silently clashed, harvesting the monsters' lives.

Emily swallowed nervously, feeling the scene was more thrilling than a Hollywood blockbuster, even the five-army battle in Lord of the Rings paled in this chaotic frenzy.

She scanned the chaotic scene, not spotting Jotaro Kujo, was he planning a stealth attack?

Was the Shadow Emperor holding back against Jotaro Kujo, or intending to reap the rewards?

A series of puzzles flashed by, she soon realized who the Holy Lord was truly calling out to.

A spark of fire suddenly appeared on the horizon, then transformed into a roaring wave of fire, converging into a Flame Giant, who laughed: "Long time no see, Dio."

Emily paused briefly, realizing it was Danish.

"Do you want to face death too?! Fine, foolish mortals, I'll send you off together."

Dio's form shifted from the Flame Giant to the Frost Giant.

In an instant, snowflakes began to fall in the void.

A thick chill rolled in the air.

In the blink of an eye, a frozen mountain condensed in the air, which Dio grasped and used as a large club to smash forward toward the Flame Giant.

The Flame Giant's arm transformed directly into a Shield's shape; when the ice mountain smashed down silently, in the blistering temperature, a hissing sound rose with a puff of white smoke.

Meanwhile, the Holy Lord was launching a side attack.

Space and light twisted and flipped at that moment.

A diamond-shaped colored Light Shield emerged beside Dio; a booming sound echoed across the heavens and earth.

Facing one against two, Dio showed no sign of being on the losing end, fully displaying his terrifying power.

Emily watched the still inactive Shadow Emperor, growing increasingly convinced that he was definitely waiting to see Dio get surrounded and beaten, then pick up the pieces!

Such a cunning strategy.

...

Emily was mistaken.

The Shadow Emperor was not standing still just to pick up the pieces; instead, Aozawa had pre-set the order that the Shadow Emperor was only responsible for protecting the altar.

While Dio, the Holy Lord, and the Flame Giant were battling fiercely, the Shadow Army on the ground tangled with the Monsters.

Jotaro Kujo was bound to launch a sneak attack on the altar.

This was because Aozawa used the Sky-reaching Fabrication to create Jotaro Kujo, whose set orders were to destroy the altar and defeat Dio!

This destruction of the altar was the priority before defeating Dio.

Thus, regarding Dio, who was under siege, Jotaro Kujo did not choose to join the attackers; he simply weaved through the chaotic zone of Monster and Shadow Army's dueling, calmly observing the situation.

Jotaro Kujo directly abandoned further disguising, with another leg suddenly emerging from his angled right foot, kicking against the ground.

The entire person shot up toward the altar like a rocket ascending to the sky.

At that very moment, the Shadow Emperor, sensing the potential attack on the altar, his surroundings shimmered, and the dark robe on his surface expanded suddenly, akin to a tent getting propped up. He swiftly inflated to a size standing hundreds of meters tall.

Emily was so shocked she took several steps back.

She felt like a country bumpkin visiting the city today, astonished by everything she saw.

The darkness beside the Shadow Emperor suddenly erupted with spikes, dense as a shark's teeth, snapping toward the ground below.

"Pegasus Meteor Fist!"

Behind Jotaro Kujo suddenly appeared a deep-blue, muscular man about the same size as him, flowing hair soaring in the air like seaweed.

In an instant, both fists burst out like a meteor shower shooting forward.

In that brief second, Star Platinum threw an unknown number of punches, shattering and dispersing the Shadow Spikes.

The satellite camera speedily zoomed in, trying to capture the appearance of Star Platinum clearly.

"Is this a Stand?"

Morimoto Chiyoda murmured to herself, unclear about the difference between this Stand and a power, yet it could become a key to ascending to Paradise.

Phoenix Academy Maggie stood beside watching, with the large screen showing Star Platinum and the small screen showing the battle between the Shadow Army and Monsters.

The situation onsite was intense, five Angel Envoys were engaged in a fight, making people question whether Tokyo or Japan might face destruction.

"Can we really intervene in such a situation?"

"Are you kidding? Inserting ourselves now would risk being shredded by the aftermath."

Morimoto Chiyoda shook her head.

She wasn't trying to act as the Kamikaze Suicide Squad, simply considering joining in if there was a chance.

This opportunity may arise, or it may not, no one can predict.

Morimoto Chiyoda was only certain of one fact: if they weren't gathered here, they wouldn't be able to seize any emerging opportunity.

"Hey, what are those people trying to do?"

Phoenix Academy Maggie suddenly noticed the satellite capturing the trajectory of multiple missiles.

Without any warning, hundreds of missiles appeared above Mount Fuji; when Emily saw them, those missiles seemed to suddenly accelerate, leaving no time for a blink.

The battlefield where Monsters and the Shadow Army were mixed was instantly swept by a wave of missiles.

Booming thunder!

Clusters of firelight rose with the smoke, blooming like flowers splashed onto the ground.

In the sky, F36, F22, F35, dozens of fighter jets appeared; the sonic boom of their slicing through the sky overpowered the thundering loudspeakers.

"Lord Dio! I represent America, and offer you my allegiance!"

Nett declared his lie confidently.

He knew clearly that if he wanted to seize the opportunity, he couldn't stay far away; he had to approach Dio closely, using the insignificance of humanity to catch him off guard.

The human endeavor to steal the ascent to Paradise sounded like a wild fantasy, which no Angel Envoy could fathom, creating a chance to win.

Just like the Battle of Gaugamela, where Alexander defeated Darius's million-strong troops with tens of thousands of his own.

Miracles can only be created by those who do not give up.

This time, he was either ascending to Paradise or facing death.

Nett was already resolved to take this gamble; his eyes were filled with determination as he was donned in X-Mech Armor, piloting the F36 King Cobra.

Actually, he couldn't pilot a fighter jet, but the intelligent system could replace him in piloting.

Nett enthused: "Lord Dio, please let us fight for you, die for you!"