Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

"Ahhh!" But this time he miscalculated. As a ghoul, after biting through his skin, he instinctively began to suck blood with his canines. But he felt as if he had sucked a mouthful of concentrated sulfuric acid, from the roots of his teeth all the way to his esophagus, which had appeared because he had become a ghoul.

Just like the Hound of the Human-faced came into contact with Kree blood, the wight also showed a violent reaction after coming into contact with Kree blood.

The butler clutched his aching head and stumbled backward, rolling on the ground.

Finally, Kerry's entire hand, including his shoulder, was shoved through the door, and someone from behind brought over a makeshift iron hook, which was then slipped into Kerry's hand through the crack in the door.

"Click!" That was the sound of an iron hook catching a knob that needed to be turned to open.

The door! It was pushed open!

Facing the sunlight that instilled fear in the ghouls, the monster, which they feared even more than the sun, slowly stood up with the help of those behind them. The twisted arm gradually recovered, with only the completely vanished sleeve proving that everything had just happened.

"Hehehehe!"

Hearing that laughter and seeing that face, even though the magazine had already been emptied when they were shooting that hand, those people were still unconsciously pulling the trigger.

Kerry's men immediately filed in and began firing, aiming to incapacitate them at least.

With a gunshot, the hall was instantly filled with the familiar wails and the stench of blood.

Seeing that these creatures had lost their ability to resist, the crowd swarmed forward.

"Wait! You can't kill me! I can give you shares! Our bank has cross-shareholdings with the Bank of Japan and Mizuho! You're all homeless people, right? You can become billionaires overnight! If you have debts, you can go home with the money! You won't have to hide here anymore!"

"No! We can discuss this. We've suffered heavy losses here, and we need new people to do things! As long as you don't kill me, you'll be the bosses here from now on, and all our assets will be yours! You can even live forever! Back in Tianhu, you must have envied those little devils for having women, right? Now that you've taken over, you can have as many as you want! This house is yours from now on! We'll go to the mountains to prepare food for you!"

It's no wonder they're all people who have held high positions at least in the past; their tempting words really hit the nail on the head.

Those who end up in their hands are either in debt, homeless, or have been cheated and are in financial trouble.

Most of them have no hope of living a normal life.

Some even stopped what they were doing upon hearing about immortality.

Kerry frowned. He didn't care whether these people were tempted or not; it was human instinct, and he wouldn't interfere. But he wouldn't allow a civil war to break out here.

"Don't listen to them. What good will it do if we don't kill them? Won't they retaliate?"

"If you want, you can torture them and interrogate them to find out their overseas bank cards. They're definitely hiding a lot of money and gold here; if you find out, everyone gets a share. Even just one percent would be enough for you to live the life of the wealthy!"

Upon hearing Kerry's words, the few who had been hesitating suddenly reacted and immediately took action.

However, Kerry wouldn't tell them that with such a big deal, they basically wouldn't be able to take the stolen money out of the country; that was just a comforting remark to ease their greed.

Kerry looked around and saw Yamada collapsed in front of him. Kerry didn't think it was over yet, after all, he realized that someone had been missed.

Where is that bastard Jingxin?

Ps:

I drank milk tea yesterday and couldn't fall asleep, so I overslept and updated late. Sorry for the late update! 9

Chapter Thirty-Nine, get ready!

After glancing around and not seeing Jingxin, Kerry turned his gaze to Yamada Yasuo, who was closest to him.

"Where is that monk among you?"

Perhaps due to excessive fear, Yamada Yasuo did not answer his question at all, but instead shook his head and crawled backward.

"No! You can't kill me, you should join us!"

You don't understand yet. You'll only understand when you reach the age where you can't eat the things you love just to survive, and your body won't allow you to do the things you like!

The feeling of not being able to be sure what it's like after death, or even whether the afterlife still exists!

You know, I've always believed that God gave us this short lifespan as a test, a test of whether people can find a way to prolong their lives in this short time. Only those who can pass the test can live on, and those who cannot will die.

The opportunity to pass the test is now before you!

Even if you take over this place, you won't find that many suppliers without my connections. You can't kill me! Besides, the Haiyuan Group is coming soon! If you kill me, you will all die!

Even if you don't die now, you will face the same fate someday in the future. You will never be able to live forever!

If you become like us, you too will one day be arrested, tortured, and studied by the Metropolitan Police Department because you lack stable supply channels and relationships! And if you don't change, when you grow old, in those nights when you feel your life slowly slipping away, you will all feel hatred and regret! Once, in a mountain, you had the opportunity to live forever!

Look! 300 years from now, will people have replaced arduous labor with machines? 500 years from now, will people be using the stars as fuel for their engines? We…”

"boom!"

Kerry frowned and fired a shot through Yamada Yasuo's heart.

"Forget it, ask someone else. Sometimes it's really strange, why is this kind of lunatic locked up in a ward with an oxygen tube instead of me and those kind-hearted patients?"

...

When Kerry's questioning of the powerful figures in the hall yielded no results, he began to follow the scent to find Jingxin.

Kazuma, however, encountered a huge difficulty.

As mentioned earlier, the mountains had a very rich stockpile of weapons, which was the main reason why the rebels were able to quickly clear two small hills in just a few hours.

The current rebels are all armed with a shotgun and have an overwhelming numerical advantage.

However, they were completely helpless against one person.

Yamashita Nakamoto moved his mouth away from the neck of a surviving mid-laner on the ground and swept it across the rebels surrounding him.

"See? I told you, since that old devil Yamada is finished, I don't want to fight you."

Just step aside and let me leave. If I have offended you by accident before, I am happy to apologize.

But if you keep arguing, you'll end up like these guys.

At this moment, Yamashita Saito was holding a steel riot shield he had somehow found in one hand and a katana in the other.

Several of his more radical rebels had already fallen into pools of blood.

Unlike that incompetent guy Jingxin, he possessed the physical attributes of a werewolf, coupled with his swordsmanship training and ample combat experience. With a shield protecting his vitals, the group of gunmen genuinely felt helpless against him.

He kept talking.

"Think about it, with your numbers, no matter how powerful I am, I am no match for you if you all come at me together."

But how many of you will die? And how many of you want to be the ones who die? How difficult it is to escape this place! Do you want to waste your lives entangled with me, or go back to your old lives?

Even without acknowledging their own disadvantages, Yamashita Saito's words genuinely influenced the morale of the rebels.

That's right. Yamashita Saito was originally ordered to guard this place, but when he discovered the number of people resisting, he gave up immediately.

Unlike those old folks who would lose their livelihood if they left this place, he stayed here simply because he could do many things here that he couldn't do outside.

Now that things are definitely over here, he won't really put on any Bushido spirit. Everyone's in a relationship where you pay me and I do your bidding. If he really tries to act like a lord and subject, he'll just make a fool of himself.

He wasn't a ghoul. Werewolves wouldn't succumb to a lack of blood for a few days, and they could even go a long time without drinking blood. They just couldn't unleash this inhuman power.

With his abilities, he could thrive anywhere, so there's no need to worry about a lack of customers.

So what he's thinking about now is to get out unscathed.

He didn't want to face the group of slaves holding guns and staring at him, nor did he want to face the little devil in front of him who, despite having killed him twice, was still alive and kicking.

Sato Kazuma also gritted his teeth as he looked at the man who had twice tried to kill him.

He knew very well that the other party's words would definitely be effective in the current situation, and Kazuma had already noticed that some people were starting to back down.

These rebels were not anyone's army, nor did they have any clear leader. They followed Kazuma simply because he was one of the people who initially led them in the rebellion and had also demonstrated some kind of miraculous resurrection power.

Kazuma quickly thought about it and estimated that, based on the abilities that guy had demonstrated, at least a quarter of the people here would die if he really tried to kill him.

Moreover, that's under the condition that everyone works together. If one or two people are killed and everyone scatters and runs away, then we're doomed.

However, Kazuma also knew that letting one of these things go was almost no different from letting a whole group go; perhaps decades later, another base like this would appear somewhere else.

After thinking it through in my mind, I realized that maybe I could have someone step back and pretend to let him go, and then shoot him from behind.

But if he reacts then, the people nearby might be in trouble.

Although Kazuma was reluctant to admit it, he didn't want anyone here to die.

He also realized that if he didn't do something, the group of people in front of him would probably just stand there dumbfounded and let this guy get away.

"Everyone back off."

Kazuma gritted his teeth and thought of a last resort.

Upon hearing his words, the already tense crowd stepped back.

The people of Qi at the foot of the mountain were immediately struck by what they saw.

That kid knows what's good for him.

But then he heard Kazuma's words.

"So, you know that I will keep finding you and we'll fight one-on-one. If you can kill me three times, we'll let you go."

But what Kazuma was thinking was something else entirely.

Excellent! First, I'll fight this guy head-on, then use his desire to escape unscathed to trap him here. Once I'm killed once, I can find Kerry, explain things to him, and then let that crazy Kerry deal with him!

Chapter Forty: The Final Showdown

Upon hearing Kazuma's words, Yamashita Saito instinctively felt that something was amiss; it seemed that the other party was trying to stall for time.

However, despite appearing to be overwhelming a group of people who dared not advance, his advantage was not as great as it seemed.

The Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu is a swordsmanship style that is used to fight against multiple opponents. However, since the beginning of the new era, the founders have incorporated more of the Kamiya-ryu's "living sword" concept to deal with the competitive events of the new era, rather than actual battlefield combat.

He took a deep breath and looked at the people surrounding him.

"It's a deal?"

“It’s a deal.” Kazuma Sato nodded and waved to the people behind him. Soon someone brought him Shizunobu’s bent steel cane and a riot shield.

The rebels were also quite confused at this point. How did things suddenly jump to a samurai duel? But it was better for Kazuma to offer a constructive suggestion than for them to just stand there.

He took the weapon and struck the shield with his steel staff, producing a dull sound.

Meanwhile, Yamashita Saito, looking at Kazuma's silly posture, wanted to laugh, but didn't say anything. He raised his shield forward with his left shoulder, tucked in his waist and abdomen, and lowered his hand slightly to maintain the best power-generating posture, so as to leave room for acceleration for each strike.

Kazuma calmed himself down. Although many things flashed through his mind and he had many ideas, he also considered the possibility that he might be easily won over by this guy.

So Kazuma charged forward, wielding his stick and shield.