I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz,

Amid the sound of four propellers spinning at high speed, one after another of the ‘Owl-type’ unmanned transport aircraft, carrying the leprechaun in the net bag, flew back to the Self-Defense Force military base in Hashimoto City.

This ‘Owl-type’ unmanned transport aircraft is very similar to the ‘Falcon’ armed aircraft newly developed by the island country.

It also has four large propellers and a cabin in the middle.

It can be said to be an enlarged version of a drone.

But these ‘large’ drones have undertaken the transportation mission of the entire battlefield: a large number of ‘Owl-type’ unmanned transport aircraft will transport the leprechauns who are still alive or have just been killed. Occasionally, the cabin is opened, and seriously injured soldiers are lying inside, and they are immediately sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

There is also a large ‘CH-47 transport helicopter’ flying over, and in the net bag hanging below is a half-dead synthetic beast.

At this time, a large number of "disassemblers" wearing white chemical protective suits and holding tools such as electric saws came forward to dismember these huge synthetic beasts and then began to sort them: the shells were directly discarded, the internal organs were collected by category, the muscles were stored according to the degree of activity, and the most valuable was——

"Be careful, don't destroy the extraordinary ganglia."

The manager, who was also wearing white chemical protective suits and cylindrical resin helmets, inspected and reminded the busy workers.

"That is an organ rich in "extraordinary power" and a precious material for making "secondary extraordinary potions."

Although the synthetic beast was officially rated as a "weak wolf", it was essentially a fusion of a bastard, so it could only be used to extract "third-level extraordinary potions". In addition, it was a strong enemy that many mercenaries were unwilling to face.

However, after the fusion of these "synthetic beasts", they would form a group of ganglia, which could be used to make "secondary extraordinary potions".

In addition to the considerable quantity, it is also a good source of medicine. Because the government has limited manpower, a large number of private "decomposition" companies cooperating with the government have been born.

"Team leader, do you think if you eat the extraordinary ganglion directly, will you become extraordinary?"

An employee asked casually while working, which made the team leader look at him unhappily.

"What era do you think it is now?"

"What you eat is what you replenish?"

He stepped aside a few steps to avoid the amber juice brought up by an employee's hot melt electric saw.

"Don't be silly, if there is no professional technology to deal with these corpses, the only consequence of eating them is vomiting and diarrhea!"

Although those scientists could not quantify the "demon power", or "spiritual power", "mana", "psychic energy" and so on no matter how they experimented, they could at least separate them: the more active and powerful the extraordinary blood is, the more active the "spiritual power" is.

These serums with "spiritual power" can be made into medicines, which can be easily absorbed by other creatures: creatures will also have certain spiritual power, thus becoming extraordinary.

This method is obviously a convenience unique to the technological age: even those Yin Yang Masters and magic monks with "inheritance" have said that the "orthodox" practice should be to perceive and temper spiritual power by oneself.

Therefore, the "Gogu Family" also purchased a large amount of "three extraordinary potions" from the government to upgrade the combat members of the entire family to extraordinary.

"If you really want to become extraordinary, go to participate in the assessment of the Self-Defense Forces."

The team leader pointed his thumb to the sky behind him:

Several CH-47 transport helicopters, commonly known as "Chinooks", flew back, and there were no synthetic beasts hanging below, because:

As the planes landed not far away, groups of fully armed Self-Defense Force members supported each other and jumped off the transport planes.

"Doctor!"

"Quick, quick, quick~~"

"Come here, there are wounded--"

As the ambulance drove over, wounded soldiers covered in blood were carried down one by one.

Because the opponent was a bastard whose main means of attack were biting and chopping; so as long as the throat and aorta were not injured, after a tourniquet and adrenaline injection, they could still insist on returning to the rear for treatment.

As for encountering synthetic beasts?

In general, there was no need for rescue, and being able to transport the body back was considered the most benevolent of colleagues.

More often, they chose to bring the "dog tags" back and give them to relatives.

"See, those are the extraordinary people of the Self-Defense Forces."

In addition to these ordinary soldiers, there were also some people wearing metal power armor and full of "sense of technology" jumping off the helicopter: they were either carrying heavy sniper rifles, or carrying six-barreled Gatling guns, or carrying a full load of armor-piercing bullets. As soon as you see these exaggerated equipment, you know they are not ordinary people.

"If you want to become a superhuman, join the Self-Defense Forces: those who have outstanding military achievements and good performance can obtain 'superhuman potions'."

"Although it is only the most basic 'Level 3 Superhuman Potions', it is also the only promotion channel for ordinary people like us."

This is also one of the reasons why the Self-Defense Forces are not short of soldiers.

These 'Level 3 Superhuman Potions' made with beyblades as raw materials can only allow users to break the human limit: but this is already terrifying. Those 'superhuman soldiers' can carry heavy weapons without any trouble, which is the credit of the potion.

Right gun?

Mine is a bit 'big'!

No, these are no longer soldiers, they are:

"These are all superhuman warrant officers, already middle-level personnel in the Self-Defense Forces. We have to start from the third-class land officer. When can we drink the potion?"

A worker complained, causing the team leader to sneer.

"What else?"

"What ability do you have? You want to drink extraordinary potions as soon as you join the Self-Defense Forces?"

"Or, you can try your luck with those extraordinary people: I heard that tens of thousands of people have gathered outside the Isugaya family's base."

The purpose of those tens of thousands of people is very clear, that is, to try to join the Isugaya family: after all, it is a family of Onmyoji with a heritage, and the two young family heads are very generous, and they are willing to equip the family members with extraordinary potions, exoskeleton armor, and various high-tech weapons.

Not to mention them, even in Hayakawa Town, far away in Yamanashi Prefecture, a large number of people flocked to the former "Yami Village", now "Isugaya Village".

It is also the same purpose, to join the Isugaya family, or to seek the protection of the Isugaya family.

The "Demon Tide" incident in Wakayama Prefecture has caused the entire island country to panic!

Those shrines and temples that once had a long history and were located in the deep mountains and forests have all fallen into a busy "self-examination".

The shikigami that sealed the ‘blood hakama’ in Koyasan was released and immediately poisoned the whole county.

Which shrine or temple doesn’t have some legends about gods and ghosts?

If it was in the past, everyone would just laugh it off; but now, who knows if it’s true?

If it’s fake, it’s fine, but if it’s true, I’ll be the first to die!

Of course, if I can find some extraordinary inheritance.

Hehehehehe~~

And if the demon tide in Koyasan was not for the government’s quick response, the full support of the American Navy, and almost all the extraordinary people gathered to help, if the ‘demon tide’ rushed into the Osaka metropolitan area, it would immediately set off a million-level massacre!

In this case, how can ordinary people not be afraid?

A large number of people in marginal areas abandoned their hometowns and gathered in big cities.

The larger the city, the less the government dared to give up at will; to put it bluntly, if there was a real extraordinary attack, it would take a long time to kill so many people, and the ones who died might be others, right?

"Work, work!"

The team leader clapped his hands and told the workers to stop looking around.

"Face the reality. We don't have the courage to fight on the battlefield and win military merits. What's the point of dreaming about being a superhuman?"

"Dealing with the bodies of synthetic beasts is a bit dangerous, but you can get a good reward. Work for a few more days, and then go to the izakaya to relax and have fun-"

"Ah!"

Just halfway through,

a scream interrupted the team leader's words.

"My legs, my legs"

A worker fell backwards, his legs kept kicking the ground and retreating, leaving a string of blood.

"Don't move,"

The worker next to him immediately rushed over and took out a tourniquet at the same time.

"Hold on, I'll help you stop the bleeding."

He lifted the man's leg and put the tourniquet around the injured worker's thigh. While tightening it, the worker comforted him:

"It's just a skin injury,"

"Remember to apply for work injury compensation."

"Be careful next time, some of these synthetic beasts are not completely dead."

Under his skilled movements and comforting words, the injured worker calmed down: when he was dismembering the synthetic beast just now, an eyeball that was not completely dead suddenly cut his calf with a bone spur.

"What did I just say?"

The team leader who trotted over but did not get close complained.

"I told you to work harder. You have time to chat and be careful of these guys."

When extracting extraordinary potions, the more alive the better the effect, so as long as the synthetic beast loses its combat effectiveness, the Self-Defense Force will generally not "finish the job".

It's better to say that the Self-Defense Force wishes that all the synthetic beasts can hold on for a breath and die at this rear base.

Anyway, it's not the Self-Defense Force that handles the bodies of the synthetic beasts.

All outsourced to the ‘decomposition company’.

“Hiss, thanks.”

The injured worker calmed down and nodded to the person who treated him.

As the injured was carried away by two other workers on a stretcher, the team leader patted the worker who helped the injured stop bleeding.

“Good job, Kafka.”

“Seriously, you should join the Self-Defense Forces.”

This ‘worker’ was steady and had a convincing temperament.

“I heard that you killed a leprechaun during the great retreat? The wound on your face was left at that time.”

The team leader could see that he was completely different from those workers who just wanted to make money and support their families: if this man named ‘Kafka’ joined the Self-Defense Forces, he would definitely become extraordinary.

“Hey, I’ll forget it.”

Pushing away the resin mask, a man’s face was revealed: there was a scar on his cheek.

It was the middle-aged man who had tried to organize a defense line behind the retreating convoy.

"My cornea is injured,"

"I can't join the Self-Defense Force."

If he could, he would also like to be a 'hero'.

But with an injured cornea, most modern weapons are difficult to operate.

If he is a superhuman, he doesn't have to worry about this: he can also fight with cold weapons in close combat.

But the problem is that if he wants to become a superhuman, he must first accumulate military merits; and if he wants to accumulate military merits, he must first join the Self-Defense Forces, and his eyes don't allow it.

He is trapped in a vicious circle.

"Oh, what a pity."

The team leader patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, but the middle-aged man looked indifferent.

"It doesn't matter,"

"Even if you are in the logistics department, you can still fight."

"Our job is also to end the demon tide, so we are also considered 'heroes', right!"

The other workers turned their heads and looked at them as if they were 'middle school students'.

Please, we are just workers.

Don't give me chicken soup!

"Hey, you make sense."

The team leader coughed and turned his head to avoid the teasing eyes of the Self-Defense Force officers and soldiers.

Swish--

At this moment, a huge shadow was cast, passing quickly from the ground, making everyone look up.

"It's Onmyoji."

"The descendant of Ashiya Doman,"

The black giant bird flying in the sky, of course, everyone in the base below knew it.

The island country announced the information of every extraordinary person who appeared on the battlefield to all Self-Defense Force officers and soldiers, mercenaries, and all relevant personnel: of course, only simple appearance, name, personality, hobbies, taboos, etc.

It is to prevent them from committing suicide and provoking extraordinary people.

What if you can make extraordinary people look at you differently?

That was their opportunity.

However, so far, most of these extraordinary people were high up and had no interest in contacting ordinary people.

"This is the real transcendence~~"

The team leader looked at the black giant bird with envy. On it was a handsome high school student, two high school girls, and a beautiful girl in the second year of junior high school. They were a combination of youth and beauty; they also inherited extraordinary powers, and they were considered the top level in the extraordinary circle.

"Okay,"

"Get to work, don't look."

Among the workers who continued to dismember the synthetic beast, the middle-aged man with a scar on his face frowned.

The boy on the giant eagle just now seemed to look at him?

Illusion, it must be an illusion!

Kafka shook his head. Of course he knew these boys and girls, and he had even had close contact with them: at that time, he was lying on the ground with blood all over his face, and was almost killed by the monster.

It was that boy who led people to save him and the thousands of people in that convoy.

For him, the other party was his savior.

But to that Yu-kun, he was just:

".An ordinary citizen who could only flee in the face of crisis."

————

"But,"

After get off work,

he took off his protective suit stained with amber juice.

After taking a good shower, washing off the odor and sweat, the middle-aged man swiped his card and walked out of the military base and clenched his fist.

"How can I be willing?!"

Who doesn't want to be a hero? Even if heroes will encounter more dangers, even if heroes may die before most people, but——

"In life, we always have to fight for something, right?"

These are the words left by his father, a policeman who died in the line of duty.

Unfortunately, because of his eyes, the man named Kafka could not be admitted to the police or the Self-Defense Forces.

In the end, he became a lumberjack, and now he is only doing the work of decomposing synthetic beasts.

Ah, let's think about what to eat for dinner.

Gululu,

Just as he was walking and sighing, a small ball of light rolled in front of him.