Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 190 One wave subsides, another rises

An ordinary person has stumbled upon this place and witnessed the battle between Servants; this is a situation that requires the Church to intervene.

"Madam, how did you get in?" the spearman asked in a deep voice, slightly turning his spear to avoid startling the woman in front of him.

"You walked in...?" Haru pointed to the road behind her.

The scene before her was supernatural, and as a woman who had lived and worked in Fuyuki City for many years, she instinctively sensed danger.

"Um, I'm sorry if I've disturbed your filming... I'll be going now..."

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As Haruhi spoke, she slowly backed away.

Artoria and Irisviel, along with the lancer they were fighting, exchanged a glance and unanimously chose to use their advantage.

In the basement workshop of the Tohsaka mansion, the flickering candlelight illuminated Tohsaka Tokiomi's elegant face.

Tonight, he also observes everything at the dock through the shared vision of his familiar.

He was originally just assessing the combat strength of swordsmen and spearmen, but he never expected that the variables would appear so suddenly.

"Teacher Tokiomi, that woman..." Kirei Kotomine's voice came from the darkness through the communicator: "Is she an ordinary person?"

Tokiomi Tohsaka did not answer immediately. He adjusted the familiar's perspective, making its ruby-like spiritual eyes stare intently at the woman who was retreating step by step.

As the head of the prestigious Tohsaka family and the most authoritative magician at the Clock Tower, he was very knowledgeable about the different types of magic.

"No...that's not right." Tokiomi muttered to himself, a rare hint of surprise in his voice: "That's the Mystic Eye."

"The Mystic Eyes?" Kirei's voice carried a hint of inquiry.

The so-called "magic eye" is a special ability independent of the magic circuits within a magician's body, capable of transforming received visual information into magic that affects the material world.

Because it possesses an independent magic circuit, even ordinary people without magical bloodlines have the possibility of naturally awakening it.

Some powerful magicians even attempt to acquire artificially created magic eyes in order to increase their trump cards.

"Although it is extremely faint, and the holder may never even be aware of its existence... it is definitely the Mystic Eye."

Tokiomi stood up and paced around the workshop: "This is quite strange... It should be some kind of low-level type. It's a pity that a natural-born magician's seed has been buried in the mortal world."

"Should we get rid of it?" Kirei asked.

"No need." Tokiomi regained his calm tone: "A Mystic Eye user with no combat ability is insignificant. Just send assassins to follow her... Let's focus our attention back on the knights."

In the center of the battlefield, the wind pressure gradually subsided.

Artoria withdrew the invisible sword that was wrapped around the Wind King's barrier, her emerald green eyes filled with solemnity and apology.

"Laser Servant, I think our battle must be temporarily suspended." Artoria's voice came, and she bowed slightly to the startled Haruto Kamado: "Fighting in front of ordinary people violates the rules of the Holy Grail War."

"That's exactly what I'm thinking, Sword Servant. As a knight, I won't allow my battle robes to be stained with the tears of the innocent. Let this lost lady leave."

He elegantly twirled his gun, crossing his deadly red and yellow pistols behind his back, and looked at Haru: "Madam, please return the way you came. For your safety..."

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Before the words were finished, a deep rumble suddenly came from the sky.

At the edge of the sky, a flash of lightning appeared.

Haruhi felt a sudden pain in her right eye and instinctively looked up. She saw two strong bulls riding on lightning, pulling a huge chariot as they swooped down from the clouds.

The wheels rolled through the air with a thunderous roar.

"Hahaha! Heroes over there, listen up!"

On the chariot, a giant man over two meters tall was spreading his arms and laughing loudly.

His red cloak fluttered in the wind, and beneath his thick red beard was a broad, smug smile.

"My name is Iskandar! I am the Conqueror of Macedon! In this Holy Grail War, I appear in the world as a Rider!"

"The King has arrived! Quickly welcome him!"

Arrogant, yet full of admirable passion.

"What are you doing! You idiot!" The skinny young man beside him was his Master Waver, who was looking at Iskandar with a puzzled expression.

Iskandar laughed heartily and flicked him on the forehead: "Haha! Enough talk! Quickly bring me the rest of my good wine!"

"Furthermore, I must first ask you two: would you be willing to join my ranks?! If you relinquish the Holy Grail to me, I will surely share the joy of conquering the world with you!"

Artoria and the spearman both frowned at the same time.

As Heroic Spirits, they had never seen such an unconventional being.

To openly announce one's identity during a secret Holy Grail War is simply the act of a madman.

"I refuse."

The two spoke at the same time.

"Haha, okay, okay! The terms and conditions are negotiable!"

"But before that, there must have been more than one person drawn to such an exciting battle!"

"Heroes who desire the Holy Grail, gather here! Otherwise, you will be nothing more than cowards! And will be utterly despised by this king!!"

Upon hearing Iskandar's words, Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was observing the battle through his familiars, frowned.

"This is troublesome..."

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A moment later, a voice full of contempt rang out from the top of the towering street lamp.

"It's just a bunch of rats having a gathering here, yet they dare to call themselves king?"

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light appeared on the previously empty lamppost.

Gilgamesh, clad in golden armor, slowly appeared, his blood-red eyes filled with contempt for the ants.

"This level of fighting is as boring as children playing. I'd rather teach you what a true battle of kings is."

"You bastards, I allow you to kneel at my feet and be grateful for my magnanimity."

Gilgamesh's appearance made the air seem a bit heavier.

"That's going too far. My title of Conqueror is known to all, not just a self-proclaimed one." Iskandar stroked his beard, somewhat displeased, but was met with an even more arrogant retort: ​​"What a joke! The only one in heaven and earth worthy of the title of king is me."

"Huh?! Such arrogance! Why don't you tell me your name then!"

"Heh, enjoying the honor of having an audience with me, yet daring not to recognize me? A bastard like you has no right to live!"

Buzz—!

Gilgamesh suddenly flew into a rage for no apparent reason, and the Royal Treasury behind him instantly opened, shining brightly.

Swish!

Both Artoria and the lancer drew their weapons once again.

The situation, which had just eased slightly due to Haru's appearance, has become tense again.

At this moment, Haru was stumbling and retreating towards the outside of the dock area.

As the scene before me became increasingly exaggerated, my right eye went from feeling sore and dry to feeling swollen and painful, which in turn caused my entire brain to feel dizzy and disoriented.

She stumbled and ran into a row of abandoned warehouses.

There are no lights here, only the colorful, nauseating remnants of energy captured by the demonic eye.

She wanted to go home, to hug her daughter, and to leave this crazy world.

She ran through a narrow corner and, running too fast, bumped headfirst into a tall man.

"Bang!"

Haru was thrown back to the ground by the recoil and landed in the wet mud.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." she apologized incoherently, subconsciously looking up.

In that instant, Haruto Kamado felt her soul freeze.

The one standing before her could no longer be called a human being.