Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 762 - 760: This Is Humanity’s Defeat

The slogans were shouted loudly, but Nett chose not to get too close to the battlefield of the Angel Envoy; he simply maneuvered the F36 King Cobra around the periphery.

It was the other fighters that truly charged into the high skies above the monsters and Shadow Army.

They piloted various models of fighter jets, pressing the buttons to launch missiles as they swooped through the sky.

A series of air-to-ground missiles separated from the aircraft bodies, dragging long trails of flames behind them, as if painting graceful arcs in the sky like an artist.

These missiles plummeted to the ground at incredible speed, triggering another round of massive explosions.

They were all aimed at the monsters.

But when the monsters and Shadow Army were entangled, the blast waves inevitably affected the shadow creatures.

There was nothing that could be done about it.

"Haha, exhilarating!"

The pilot of the F22 fighter couldn't help but laugh loudly on the public channel. What about the monsters?

As long as they hadn't seized air superiority, they would only end up taking a beating from one side in front of them.

"Gwa!"

A furious roar, the smoke covering the battlefield was blown away by the strong wind, revealing the scene below.

Many monsters were only injured, bleeding a little, but did not suffer any significant fatal wounds.

The missiles didn't kill them; instead, their minor injuries infuriated them.

A peculiar monster with a goat head, a toad body covered with porcupine-like spikes on its back, crouched on the ground, letting out bizarre cries.

A mass of blue flames appeared on its back, like the flames of a gas stove spread across its back, the spikes glowed in a ghostly blue light within the fire, and the next second, all the spikes shot out from its back.

Pew pew, the spikes rushed toward the sky like a storm.

Faced with the spikes, the robustness of the F22 fighter was no different from potato chips, easily penetrated.

"What?!"

The pilot inside had no time to press the button to escape before feeling the spikes pierce through him along with the seat, followed by the fighter jet exploding mid-air.

"Damn it."

Another pilot shouted, pressing the button to launch missiles at the goat-headed monster.

Boom!

The explosion produced flames and smoke that engulfed the blue fire.

The monster let out a wailing sound, with its back blown open, blood gushing out.

Before the monster could retaliate, another missile hit its wound.

The pilots prioritized focusing their firepower on monsters that could potentially threaten them.

Meanwhile, amidst the roar of the Angel Envoy battle, the buzzing of drones seemed barely audible, yet their numbers were still clearly visible.

They carried high-precision guided bombs, trailing behind them hundreds, or perhaps five, six thousand rocket launchers.

As the saying goes, "When the cannon fires, gold is worth thousands."

To deal with such a situation, the United States invested heavily, deploying powerful firepower in nine locations to conduct alternating sweeps, ensuring a seamless transition, assuming they still had the chance to launch a second round.

"It's truly chaotic."

Morimoto Chiyoda voiced her complaint, seeing the computer screen split into multiple scenes: Shadow Emperor and Jotaro Kujo, Dio and the Flame Giant, Holy Lord.

Shadow Army and monsters, fighter jets in the sky, rocket launchers, drones, missiles.

The chaotic battlefield left Morimoto Chiyoda somewhat at a loss, feeling her current location was not safe either.

Perhaps it was better to take off early and circle to the edge.

But doing so would make her too conspicuous.

After much consideration, Morimoto Chiyoda decided not to make any moves.

Nett's early involvement in the battlefield might lead to gains or immediate demise.

In any case, Morimoto Chiyoda wouldn't join prematurely.

Unlike the high-speed fighter jets, her Black Hawk helicopter, once airborne, would be a sitting target.

Morimoto Chiyoda wouldn't gamble on a hopeless bet.

...

"Ah!"

A loud roar issued from a monster more than a hundred meters tall.

It stood on the ground like a primitive human-ape, its body covered in jet-black fur, eyes glowing red.

It raised its right hand to counter the incoming rocket launchers and drones, an invisible pulse waves outward from its palm.

The drones and rocket launchers it encountered exploded in mid-air, immediately producing rumbling sounds.

Its crimson eyes seemed to have red liquid flowing in them, casting beams of red light in the sunlight.

The F35 pilot only saw a field of red before experiencing the clear pain of being cut by blunt knives on his body.

"Ah!" He cried out in agony, and the entire aircraft exploded.

The red beam continued to sweep forward.

Sixteen kilometers away, in a spacious field, the U.S. Army gathered many M270A1 multiple rocket launchers, soldiers prepared to rapidly relocate after the first volley then conduct a second strike.

Just as they planned to leave, the soldiers suddenly noticed the bright sunlight had turned slightly reddish, a faint red filter covering the ground.

As if blood twisted on the grass tips.

"What's going on?"

Someone looked up to see a red beam cascading down over the area like a curtain, followed by seemingly knives falling from the sky.

The multiple rocket launcher vehicles were split into pieces instantly, hundreds of U.S. soldiers felt the sharp pain akin to being sliced from head to toe by blades, eliciting cries of agony.

Boom!

The violent explosion drowned out all their cries, blowing them into the air like paper tossed by the wind.

The fierce flames engulfed their bodies.

...

"What happened at Position 317? Please respond!

What happened at Position 317? Please respond!"

Inside the Seventh Fleet's operations room, the communications officer made two calls but received no response.

He turned his head and said solemnly, "Commander Walter, I fear Position 317 has been completely annihilated."

Walter's face was grim as he said, "I know. Continue the attack. The target is that hundred-meter monster."

He stared at the large screen in the operations room, which displayed the battlefield of the Angel Envoy, transmitted via satellite.

"Understood."

The communications officer in the operations room quickly relayed his order.

This time, it was the USS Reagan aircraft carrier battle group conducting a missile salvo, and one missile after another quickly appeared again on the large screen in the operations room.

Walter watched the scene intently.

To be honest, he didn't think getting involved in the Angel Envoy's battle was a wise move, but orders were orders, and he had to comply.

On the screen, the Human-Ape raised its hand again, and an invisible ripple preemptively struck the surface of those missiles.

Boom!

A violent sound exploded in the air, and all the missiles connected into a line, resembling a river of flames quietly flowing within the smoke that stretched for miles.

"Is it still no use?"

A shadow passed through Walter's eyes; at this point, there was nothing left but to resort to the final means.

Reenact the Hiroshima incident.

"Deploy the B21 bombers and drop the B61 nuclear bombs."

"Commander Walter?!"

The people in the operations room looked shocked.

Walter replied expressionlessly, "At a time like this, why care about those Japanese? Just bomb it!"

"Understood."

The communications officer in the operations room quickly passed the order.

The Human-Ape turned its head, its gaze seemingly piercing through the screen directly into the operations room, causing Walter's breath to temporarily stop in fright.

On the screen, those scarlet eyes were glowing.

Walter could only feel his hands and feet go cold, fearing that the next second the entire operations room would be covered with a faint red filter.

To his relief, the red light did not precisely strike the operations room.

On the deck above the USS Reagan, it suddenly turned a faint red color.

"What is this?"

The U.S. soldiers on the deck looked up; the sun was still the same sun, and the sky was blue and cloudless.

"Ah!"

The sudden screams came not only from the U.S. soldiers bathed in the red light but also from those watching from the side who cried out in fear.

In their view, after the red light appeared, people who had been chatting suddenly were chopped into pieces unrecognizable as human.

Afterward, the hardened aircraft carrier was split by the red light, as easily as slicing through tofu.

The ammunition hidden at the bottom exploded under such an attack.

The sound of thunder rumbled like a clear sky strike, and exploded from the bottom up.

Flames tore through the deck, the ensuing impact directly disintegrated the soldiers' bodies, and each fragment that leaped up could easily slice through a person's arm or head.

The sea rose with waves several meters high, crashing onto the U.S. soldiers on the shore, drenching them thoroughly, but no one paid attention—they were all stunned.

"Ah, what's going on here?"

The soldiers at the bottom level were completely clueless, merely following orders to launch missiles at the designated coordinates.

The missiles were targeting whom?

Which country? Civilians? Or cities?

These things did not concern them.

They just followed the order to launch missiles.

The operations room also witnessed the destruction of the aircraft carrier, and numerous fragments were still floating on the turbulent sea.

Some soldiers finally reacted, and someone shouted, "Quick, see if anyone survived."

"There's no way anyone could have, being caught in this explosion."

Someone immediately countered.

Walter stood in the operations room, staring at the monster on the screen.

His face was pale as paper. How could they possibly win against such a creature?

With the strength displayed by this monster, it should belong to the high-level monsters among monsters, not inferior to the Angel Envoy.

Could the B61 nuclear bomb have any effect?

Although the B61 nuclear bomb's blast radius exceeded five hundred kilometers, within a four kilometer diameter of the explosion center, survival was permanently impossible.

The diameter of the explosion within a hundred kilometers would face destructive strikes.

But that's just for humans.

"Commander, should we continue launching missiles?"

"At this point, we can only rely on the B61 nuclear bomb."

Walter shook his head; without eliminating the Human-Ape, continuing to launch missiles would only expose their target and invite attacks from the Human-Ape.

Although he didn't know how the Human-Ape pinpointed their location, judging from the previous two incidents, the opponent certainly had that kind of ability.

The Human-Ape turned its gaze to the jets in the sky.

"Mo-, Monster!"

The fighter pilots only felt a chill in their hearts, shifting from hunters to prey awaiting slaughter.

The sense of disparity was too great.

At this moment, orders came from the command center, "All aircraft immediately ascend to ten thousand meters height, and escape in the designated direction.

Next, we will deploy the B61 nuclear bomb.

Repeat it again..."