Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 201 The Sinister Little Devil is Back

Even in a violent explosion powerful enough to destroy a building, this liquid metal imbued with a will still constructed an absolute defense.

Although the formal attire shielded him from the fatal impact, the shock of falling from such a height still sent shivers down his spine.

"Sora, are you alright?" He turned to look at his fiancée.

At this moment, Sora was being carried in Diarmuid's arms in a princess carry.

Fortunately, Kenneth's mercury ball protected them, preventing them from sustaining serious injuries after the fall. Apart from Diarmuid getting his arm cut by several exposed steel bars while protecting Sora, he was otherwise unharmed.

"I...I'm alright." Sora was still in shock, but when she saw Diarmuid's injured arm, the panic in her eyes turned into a heartbreaking tenderness.

She reached out, trying to touch Diarmuid's wound. "Diarmuid! You're bleeding, Kenneth, help him!"

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"He's a Heroic Spirit! He can regenerate using magic!"

Kenneth, seeing Sora still only concerned with his servants even at a time like this, felt a surge of jealousy and anger: "Dirmund! Do you see that? This is the chivalrous creed you spoke of! The opponent actually used explosives to win!"

"I'm sorry, my lord." Diarmuid stood up, his eyes filled with confusion. "I never expected there would be such... dishonorable methods."

In the shadows of the distant building, Kiritsugu Emiya coldly observed everything through his sniper scope.

"Kiritsugu, the target is still alive," Maiya's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"I know." Kiritsugu pulled back the bolt. "The Twelve Lords live up to their name; even this couldn't kill him."

"It seems we really can't underestimate the strength of any Master."

Just as Kenneth and his group were in disarray, and Kiritsugu was preparing to deliver the final blow.

The air in the ruins suddenly took on an unnatural distortion.

It was an extremely faint fluctuation, yet it sent shivers down the spine.

"Hmm?" Diarmuid's instincts as a Servant immediately alerted her.

He whirled around, holding his two pistols horizontally in front of his chest: "Who's there? Come out!"

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a black figure slowly emerged from the boundary between the firelight and the moonlight.

He was a man dressed in dark casual clothes, with short black hair and a pair of dark eyes that exuded an unsettling calm.

"It's you?" Kenneth's pupils contracted sharply. "That Avenger?"

The figure before me is none other than the mysterious servant who appeared last night—Asuka.

He didn't respond to Kenneth's question. Instead, he stopped and tilted his head to examine the silvery liquid metal in front of him.

A slight smile played on her lips, and her voice was clear yet frivolous: "What a fine dress, teacher."

"This kind of tortoise-shell-like defense is indeed very suitable for a timid yet arrogant magician like you."

"What did you say?!"

Kenneth was already furious, and now he was even more enraged by this rude provocation.

With a flick of his finger, the Moon Spirit Essence instantly transformed into countless sharp silver blades: "Spearman! What are you all standing there for? Kill him!"

"Yes, sir!"

Although Diarmuid sensed something was amiss, he still chose to obey orders.

The crimson magic spear, the Demon-Slaying Crimson Rose, drew a sharp crimson line through the air, aiming straight for the opponent's heart.

However, the way the battle unfolded next took him by surprise.

The opponent did not choose the domineering and direct slashing attack that they used in last night's battle.

Faced with the Red Rose's thrust, his body moved like a slippery venomous snake, twisting in a way that defied the laws of physics, narrowly avoiding the Red Rose's spear tip.

"What's wrong, Sir Knight? Is this all the marksmanship you've got?" Asuka let out a light laugh, a laugh that echoed through the ruins, full of mockery.

Using that strange movement technique, he moved through the gaps in the spear tip, dodging the opponent's thrusts time and time again.

So fast? Diarmuid frowned.

No, it's not fast.

His body was just a lingering phantom; he had been playing boxing with his shadow the whole time!

Diarmuid suddenly realized!

"It's an illusion! Danger!!" He realized the other party's intention and wanted to turn around to save them.

The bird's figure suddenly split in mid-air, becoming three separate images, the multiple afterimages directly interfering with Diarmuid's perception.

Just as Diarmuid's spear swept across, shattering two afterimages in succession, the real bird had already phantom-like swept past Kenneth's blind spot.

Moon Spirit Elixir is indeed a perfect automatic defense, but its reaction is based on the caster's stress and changes in the surrounding magic.

"Under the illusionary manipulation of the person before him, Kenneth's perception was given subtle errors."

In that brief second, the world in Kenneth's eyes overlapped.

He thought the opponent was attacking from the left, and the silver blade of Moon Spirit Essence Liquid instantly covered the left wing, but in reality, the bird silently cut in from the shadows on the right.

"Is that all? Naïve!" Kenneth sneered, and the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid immediately returned to protect him.

But the bird just smiled slyly.

What he wanted was the moment when Kenneth saw through the illusion and defended himself, causing the Moon Spirit Essence Fluid to be extracted!

Puff-!

The blade pierced flesh, but the target was not Kenneth.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream rang out beside Kenneth.

Kenneth turned around abruptly, his pupils trembling violently.

Sora was stabbed in the waist, and her slender wrist was gripped tightly by the bird, making a series of cracking sounds.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and life was rapidly slipping from his face.

"Sora—!!!"

Kenneth's eyes were bloodshot with rage. In his fury, the Moon Spirit Essence transformed into countless tentacles that lashed out wildly, almost shattering the rubble within a ten-meter radius.

"Oh my gosh~"

The bird had already nimbly leaped backward before the attack arrived, landing on a broken beam.

He stuck out his tongue and elegantly licked the blood belonging to Sora from his fingertip, a twisted and satisfied expression on his face.

"You...you...forgivable scum!" Kenneth's reason was completely burned out at this moment.

He simply couldn't understand why this Servant wouldn't fight him or the Heroic Spirits, but instead would attack a third party.

Although he modified the Command Spell Contract to make Sora a source of magical energy for Diarmuid, the Servant on the other side could not possibly know this.

This shows that he intended to harm innocent people from the very beginning.

"Don't be so angry, magician." Asuka's voice was full of the joy of a successful prank: "This is a gift from me to you."

He glanced at Sora, who lay on the ground groaning, her face deathly pale, and his eyes revealed undisguised contempt: "Look at this woman, there's not a shred of love in her eyes when she looks at you."

"He's even fantasizing about seducing your subordinates... This kind of scum should just die sooner rather than later, shouldn't he?"

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