Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 707 - 705: Script Altered, the Storm Approaches

Eielson Air Force Base is located about 46 kilometers southeast of the City of Fairbanks, Alaska State. It was named after polar pilot Carl Ben Eielson and established in August 1943.

The geographical position is superb, separated by the Bering Strait and facing Russia.

Aozawa arrived in Alaska State and immediately fired a signal flare, after which a military helicopter came to pick him up.

Through the glass door of the cabin, he could see F-35A, F-16C/D fighter jets and A/OA-10 attack aircraft, KC-135 aerial refueling aircraft, among others, parked on the spacious tarmac.

Different models of aircraft were arranged, and their hardcore appearance and curves could certainly be called a man's romance.

Arriving at this base was unexpected for him, but Aozawa did not intend to cut off this surprise. Instead, he greatly enjoyed such unexpected situations and even wanted to change the original script.

Nothing is more respectable than the shining spirit of humanity; those who think they are clever would be submerged under the demon tide.

The first battle is the decisive battle.

Aozawa pondered about what kind of grand scene to create next.

The pilot in the cockpit turned his head and shouted, "Mr. Aozawa, please sit tight. We are descending."

The military helicopter slowly descended toward a numbered location marked '42', surrounded by yellow-black lined box.

The rotor gradually stopped spinning, and the military helicopter came to a halt. The cabin door opened, and Aozawa leaped down.

The biting cold wind gusted.

The soldiers standing outside were all dressed in winter attire, faces full of admiration.

Such admiration was not revealed due to the trial participant's identity; it was genuine admiration from the heart.

The air force soldiers inside the base already understood why this batch of trial participants had gathered.

They were not the scheming higher-ups; from simple emotions, they naturally held great respect for people fighting to save the world.

Of course, if orders from above to attack the trial participants were given, they would follow them.

Suppressing their emotions to unleash beastly instincts and killing intent is training all U.S. Army soldiers receive.

This is why U.S. Army soldiers are particularly prone to psychological diseases after the war.

Humans are not machines, after all.

"Mr. Aozawa, please follow us."

"Hmm."

Aozawa nodded and followed the soldier to a tent temporarily erected on the air force base, situated on a very spacious lawn.

The soldier proudly stated that the runway next to the lawn was the longest on the base, stretching 14,500 feet, or 4,400 meters.

They chose this spot to set up the temporary gathering place because it was convenient for strategic transport aircraft to land here, allowing trial participants to quickly assemble and head to the Unicorn location.

The soldier stood outside while Aozawa lifted the tent curtain.

Inside was very spacious, and there were water, drinks, food, fruits, etc., for them to enjoy.

However, there were few people inside.

Currently, only twenty-six people were present.

Among them were six of his acquaintances.

Arakawa Reina, Ayatsuki Ayaka, Phoenix Academy Maggie, Morimoto Chiyoda, Hojo Tetsuji, and Hojo Shouko were all present.

This was Aozawa's deliberate arrangement to have the six people positioned close to the air force base.

"Hey, everyone is here~"

Aozawa greeted as he approached.

Ayatsuki Ayaka's eyes flashed with excitement; she really wanted to rush up and hug Aozawa, but considering Sister Chitose and Maggie were present,

she only suppressed the impulse to rush up, pouting, "Aozawa, you're so slow."

"I fired the signal flare as soon as possible; you came too early."

Speaking of this, Aozawa couldn't help but complain, "Perhaps we gathered together to form the Unicorn Combat Squad?"

"Not just us; some people are farther away.

According to detailed information obtained by U.S. Army soldiers, including us, there are currently one hundred and eight people."

Phoenix Academy Maggie explained. This number did not even reach half of the number of trial participants from Japan.

Very few, yet also reasonable.

From the beginning, Phoenix Academy Maggie knew that many who promised well in the hall would not come.

After the four trial rounds ended, seeing those people again would probably entail hearing some ridiculous excuses.

If a person wants to find excuses to shirk something, they can find plenty.

They would never admit to their cowardice.

They might even say, next time for sure.

Of course, Phoenix Academy Maggie did not plan to question those people's reasons; whether they came or not was their freedom.

She merely hated when people who clearly said they would come shrink back.

Aozawa laughed, "One hundred and eight is a lucky number."

Ayatsuki Ayaka curiously asked, "Why do you say that?"

"The one hundred and eight heroes of Liangshan."

"Don't compare them."

Phoenix Academy Maggie teased, knowing the one hundred and eight heroes of Liangshan didn't meet a good end.

Aozawa chuckled, wanting to say more.

Beep, beep, beep!

Suddenly, the alarm blared at Eielson Air Force Base, and a soldier quickly lifted the tent flap, shouting, "Report, demons are approaching!"

Morimoto Chiyoda grasped the Moon-Admiring Sword, halting her exchange with trial participants from other countries, smiling, "Looks like gathering here attracted the demons."

"How the enemy locked onto our location, Xiao Mei is puzzled."

"They probably locked onto a general location, then transported the demons from the Different World, using some special sensing to track us down."

Morimoto Chiyoda voiced her guess and laughed, "While waiting for the others, let's deal with the demons that have already come to us."

"No problem."

From a distance, Ayatsuki Ayaka loudly echoed Morimoto Chiyoda, full of energy.

...

Five minutes later, more helicopters like a flock of crows returned from the far sky to Eielson Air Force Base.

Inside the descending helicopters were black-haired, yellow-skinned people, as well as white people with blond hair and blue eyes, and African men with dreadlocks.

Aozawa and Hojo Tetsuji were not in the tent but were outside the base on guard, preventing the second wave of demons from attacking.

Phoenix Academy Maggie and Morimoto Chiyoda had returned to the tent after dealing with the first wave of demons.

They needed to exchange information with others and organize the number of magical artifacts they had.

To maximize the combat power of the Unicorn Combat Squad, some team coordination was naturally necessary, instead of everyone fighting on their own.

Decisions were needed on who was suitable for combat, who had strong defensive magical artifacts, who could support from the side.

Aozawa didn't get involved in that; he was just acting as a vanguard.

"It's snowing."

He paused, looked up, and saw the sky had turned from leaden to overcast, with snowflakes gradually falling.

The snowstorm blurred the vision.

"Hey, Aozawa, look, something seems off ahead, is it caused by the snow?"

Hojo Tetsuji voiced his confusion, holding in his hand a Demon-Subduing Pestle that looked very heavy, a foot long, in wrought iron color, with a fierce Vajra Bodhisattva at the front, looking majestic.

Aozawa followed the direction of his hand.

A kilometer away, the invisible ripples were given shape by the falling snowflakes, causing them to undulate in the air, making the distant snow peaks slightly sway in Aozawa's view.

Gradually, the ripples became thicker and eventually as if becoming material.

Behind these ripples, a faintly visible silhouette as massive as a mountain loomed.

"Hey, hey, not good! Call for backup inside, looks like the big BOSS is about to appear!"

"Uncle, do you have to be so lame, Xiao Mei scorns you."

"What do you mean uncle, I'm only twenty-five!"

The short-haired man, hit where it hurt, promptly corrected the other.

Aozawa took a glance, feeling this person looked somewhat familiar.

Yan Chun Mei, with a look of disdain, said, "Twenty-five is still an uncle, isn't it?"

"Damn, kids these days are so not cute, you'll become an 'auntie' at twenty-five too one day!"

Li Quangui cursed angrily.

Since most of the people gathered for the trial were young, at twenty-five, he was indeed considered "old" among them.

The others were either sixteen or twenty-one, twenty-two.

Honestly, being chosen by Sect Master Xuanxiao and reaching the fourth round of trials made one wonder if there was a connection to when he first spotted the silhouette of Xuanxiao.

After all, except for him, all other adult graduates from the Eastern Great Nation had been eliminated.

"Xiao Mei will always be sixteen."

The girl lifted her head confidently.

Li Quangui glanced at her chest and attacked, "Flat Princess."

"Uncle, you're such a pervert, Xiao Mei is shocked!"

Yan Chun Mei covered her chest with both hands, stepping back two steps, using that posture and expression to express her contempt for his gaze.

Aozawa snickered, as if reminiscing about encountering quirky teammates while gaming online in the past.

Those eccentric teammates always left a deep impression.

Of course, there were also teammates who made you want to curse their ancestors. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"I, I, it was just a normal counterattack."

Li Quangui said, seeking support from the eight men around him.

He had no hope for the four women; the fact that they didn't join in criticizing him was already fortunate.

However, Aozawa and the others directly ignored his plea for help and said, "Alright, let's drop this topic and think about how to deal with this wave of demons.

From the looks of it, besides the big ones, there are small ones too."

Following his line of sight, Li Quangui saw next to the mountain-like giant blurry demon shadow, a row of smaller demon shadows moving.

"Hey, are you kidding me, does our gathering lead to this?"

"Perhaps this is why Sect Master Xuanxiao wants us separated, to prevent the Unicorn's attention due to a large gathering of trialists."

Yan Chun Mei stopped clowning around.

Li Quangui was surprised, "You didn't add 'Xiao Mei' this time?"

"Come on, you didn't really think someone always adds their nickname when speaking, right? I'm just crafting a persona, Xiao Mei is speechless."

Yan Chun Mei spread her hands.

Hojo Tetsuji scratched his head, "Aozawa, do we need to inform the people inside?"

"I think they should be done talking."

Aozawa said.

The overhead leaden clouds layered, the snowstorm raged, and the blurry demon shadow became clear—a battle was about to begin.