Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 191 The Great Melee in the Dock District

He was an extremely tall man, wearing a jet-black kimono that seemed to devour light, with a dirty white haori over it.

Above that haori, a suffocating black smoke lingered, a curse born of hatred, rage, and fury.

The most terrifying thing is his face.

Where the facial features should be, a sinister bone mask was covered, as if it were embedded in the skin.

In his hand was a pitch-black trident, utterly disproportionate to his size, exuding an aura of overwhelming ferocity.

Black liquid dripped continuously from the tip of the trident, each drop corroding the ground and emitting hissing white smoke.

At that moment, Haru's magic eye captured a sight she had never seen before.

Behind this man, it seemed as if countless blood-red chains were connected, and the other end of the chains stretched into a deeper, colder void.

No, I have to get out of here right now... This place is getting more and more strange... Haru felt uneasy.

Meanwhile, in the sewers not far from the dock, Matou Kariya was kneeling on the ground in agony.

Countless marking insects crawled beneath his skin, gnawing at his flesh and nerves, their eyes burning with madness and the flames of revenge.

"Kill them!"

Kariya Matou's voice, through the bond between the two, reached the depths of the Berserker's soul.

"roar--!!"

A deep roar erupted from the black mist, and the terrifying sound wave sent Haruhi tumbling over again.

Such a commotion would naturally attract the attention of all the followers.

But the berserker didn't care.

He completely ignored Haruto at his feet and shot out like a black lightning bolt, heading straight for Gilgamesh atop the streetlamp.

"Insolent mad dog! How dare you charge straight at me!" Gilgamesh's face darkened, and his serpentine eyes blazed with murderous intent.

call out!call out!call out!

The Royal Treasury behind him opened wide, and dozens of Noble Phantasms transformed into golden streaks of light, raining down on the Berserker like a meteor shower.

The berserker neither dodged nor evaded, his roar from beneath the bone mask shaking the heavens, wielding his trident as a black shadow, and bracing himself against the storm of Noble Phantasms.

boom-!!

Explosions were deafening, and the shattered artifacts created deep craters in the ground. Even being hit by the blasts would result in broken bones!

One of the flying swords was angled so sharply that it should have pierced the berserker's body directly.

But the other party rolled up his haori, wrapped the long sword around it, and took the opportunity to put it into his bosom.

The berserker grabbed the longsword, looked at it, and, seemingly not satisfied, casually tossed it aside.

"How dare you... touch my treasure with your filthy hands!"

Gilgamesh's rage reached its peak, and more ripples bloomed in the sky.

"Haha! It seems a hot-tempered friend has arrived uninvited at tonight's banquet!" King Iskandar laughed and swung the reins sharply.

The divine wheel of power rolled through the void, rushing towards the center of the chaotic battle with rolling thunder: "Since that's the case, we can't fall behind!"

Gentlemen, prepare for the challenge! Let's have a satisfying conquest!

The spearman's eyes sharpened, and he retreated like a swallow, while his red and yellow pistols intertwined to form a net of light, blocking the stray bullets and magical artifacts that were scattered due to the berserker's intrusion.

Artoria gripped her invisible sword tightly, shielding the woman behind her: "Irisviel! Retreat! This is getting out of control!"

The five heroic spirits clashed, their Noble Phantasms flashing brightly, and the dock instantly transformed into a battlefield.

Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm was like a golden storm, while the Berserker's trident danced with impenetrable force.

Iskandar's chariot roared like thunder as it charged toward the spearman and Artoria. The two could only try to avoid being caught in the crossfire of the berserker's attack, and were thus drawn into a three-way melee.

The shipping container was overturned, the concrete floor cracked inch by inch, and even the surrounding seawater was stirred up into huge waves.

This is a situation that any rational Master should avoid, but unfortunately, three of these five Servants are self-centered, which only makes the situation more chaotic.

Each clash of metal was accompanied by a violent shockwave, tearing the multi-ton containers to shreds like paper in the aftershocks.

At the highest point in the darkness, Kiritsugu Emiya calmly observed everything through his sniper scope.

"Maimi, did you spot it?"

"Yes, Kiritsugu. The Lancer's Master is hiding in the shadow of the crane above the warehouse, preparing a Mystic Code."

"The Berserker's Master's location is unknown; he should be somewhere further away in the shadows."

Kiritsugu's finger rested on the trigger, his eyes as cold as iron.

For him, the heroic spirits' magnificent battles were meaningless.

He is a hunter who hunts down magicians.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when the chaos reached its peak, to use an Origin Bullet to completely end the enemy Master's magic loop.

At the very edge of the chaos, Haruto Kamado was huddled behind a broken handcart.

She was affected by the blast wave; blood seeped from her forehead, and her right leg seemed to have been hit by a flying rock, making it unable to exert force normally.

"What is going on...? Is this a nightmare...?"

At that moment, she seemed to be hallucinating.

Then I saw my daughter's face.

"Little Violet... Mommy's going home..."

Kamado Sumire lunged out of the shadows and clung tightly to her mother, crying, "Go back! Mom! We're going back right now!"

"???"

Haru, who thought it was a hallucination, suddenly felt a warmth in her arms.

"Little Violet! What are you doing here!"

"No time to explain, let's go!"

She and Mr. Asuka had been observing from the shadows for quite some time.

If that berserker hadn't shown absolutely no interest in Haru, Asuka would have almost intervened to save her the moment Haru collided with him.

The battle was getting increasingly out of control. A shipping container fell directly from the sky and headed straight for the two of them!

At the critical moment, the bird's spirit materialized instantly and appeared in front of the two.

Whoosh!

With a flash of light, the Zanpakuto cleaved the iron box in two, which landed on either side with a loud thud.

"Jin! Take your mother and leave quickly!"

His voice was calm and cold, and his black shihachi uniform fluttered in the wind.

Haruto stared at the man who had suddenly appeared, completely stunned: "You...you're Sumire's friend?"

She originally wanted to say monster or ghost, but felt it would be a bit impolite.

Sumire, holding Haru's arm, turned around worriedly: "What about Mr. Asuka?!"

"...I still have things to confirm! Let's go!"

With a casual slash, Asuka parried another fragment of Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm.

In the chaos of the battle, the mother and daughter could do nothing but follow Asuka's instructions and retreat under his cover.

At this moment, the heroic spirits on the battlefield also noticed the commotion here.

"Oh? A heroic spirit who wields a sword? But not a swordsman?" Iskandar stroked his red beard with interest, looking at Asuka with curiosity.

Artoria gripped the invisible holy sword tightly, her brow furrowed. "Such an unpleasant aura... This is from that day..."

Kiritsugu Emiya, watching from afar, pointed his sniper scope at Asuka's face in astonishment: "...This is the Avenger? Why can't I see his condition clearly? Does he have some kind of concealment ability?"

But Asuka doesn't have time to care about their opinions right now.

His gaze had been trembling with disbelief ever since the berserker appeared.

"A black shihaka outfit...it can't be wrong..."

Asuka stared intently at the cross on the Berserker's white haori, her gaze complex and heavy: "A Shinigami from Soul Society... why is he here?!"