Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 202 The Unintentional Intervention of the Flying Princess

"You... what nonsense are you spouting!" Kenneth trembled with rage, while Diarmuid, standing beside him, was filled with shame and indignation, his twin pistols humming as he trembled.

"What a boring reaction... Oh well, that's enough of this show."

The bird's figure began to blur before the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid could surround it again.

His figure dissolved into ink in the moonlight, retreating and merging into the ground, uttering that chilling farewell: "Goodbye, poor magician. I hope you'll have a better fiancée when we meet again."

With a final, cold laugh, the black figure exploded with a bang, disappearing completely into the deep night.

Kenneth, disregarding the pursuit, stumbled and lunged at Sora.

The Moon Spirit Essence Liquid transformed into a silver blanket that enveloped the two of them, while Diarmuid knelt on one knee, guarding one side.

The top of an abandoned building.

Kiritsugu Emiya put down his sniper rifle, and his index finger, which had been on the trigger, loosened slightly.

A rare hint of confusion appeared on his usually cold face.

He witnessed the entire process, from the appearance of the avenger, his bizarre fighting style, and his completely illogical provocations.

"It's not that Avenger," Kiritsugu muttered his judgment.

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But it is not important.

Importantly, Kenneth is currently on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Because of the need to focus on healing Sora, the Moon Spirit Essence Fluid's automatic defense system experienced significant fluctuations. In fact, Kenneth had to expend a large amount of magic power to maintain Sora's vitality.

"Chance."

Kiritsugu adjusted his breathing again.

As a magician assassin, he doesn't care about the internal conflicts of his enemies; he only cares about the outcome.

Now is the perfect time to kill Kenneth and end the threat posed by the gunners.

Just as he aimed at Kenneth's side of the neck, hidden in the gap of the silver liquid, and was about to pull the trigger...

"Oh dear, ordinary bullets can't penetrate Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, you know?"

A light, airy voice, seemingly carrying the sweetness unique to young girls and a faint, almost imperceptible stench, rang in Kiritsugu's ear.

Kiritsugu's hair stood on end in that instant, followed by an outburst of instinct like that of a cheetah.

"Time-bound control - Double speed!"

He didn't turn around, but rolled forward and drew his Beretta pistol from his pocket with his left hand, firing a burst of fire with a backhand.

boom!

The bullet only hit the concrete ground, sending up a string of sparks.

Kiritsugu quickly crouched down in the shadows by the wall, his gun fixed on the spot where he had just ambushed him.

On that stretch of cement ground, pale in the moonlight, a young girl was lying there, seemingly out of nowhere.

The person was wearing an elaborate light purple tutu, and her pale purple long hair was scattered in the dust.

She rested her chin on one hand, her legs swinging leisurely, and her purple eyes gleamed with an almost morbid malice towards the world.

Kiritsugu attempted to analyze the other party's magical energy fluctuations.

However, in his perception, the girl before him was a complete chaos, unlike a human, a Dead Apostle, or a Servant.

There was a zipper embedded in her flesh on her abdomen, and the sensation coming from it was like an illusion made up of countless malicious acts, or some kind of phantom that had been stale for hundreds of years.

That is a malevolent existence that manipulates the soul and constantly migrates between physical bodies.

"Who are you?" Kiritsugu's voice was as cold as ice, his hand holding the gun as steady as a mountain.

The girl did not answer his question.

She tilted her head, looking at Kiritsugu as if he were an interesting toy, and then gave him an innocent yet chilling smile.

"Your expression is really scary, my friend."

Her slender fingers drew circles on the cement floor, seemingly completely unconcerned about Kiritsugu's gun.

"What did you think of that performance just now? Prerati put a lot of effort into playing that avenger well."

Kiritsugu remained silent, rapidly analyzing the current situation in his mind.

The girl before him appeared and disappeared unpredictably, managing to evade all his precautions and get close to him, indicating that she was very likely a Servant.

That fake bird was clearly her creation.

Is he a spellcaster? His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hey, Mr. Killer, don't look at me like you want to tear me apart."

In a daze, the girl reappeared beside him, fiddling with Kiritsugu's gun barrel with her slender fingers!

Illusion? Or time magic? Kiritsugu was shocked.

"Let me introduce myself. To distinguish me from myself, you can call me Francesca." She smiled gently.

"I came here specifically to discuss some great news with you."

"Discuss?" Kiritsugu rolled away to create distance, pointing his gun at Francesca again. "I don't think we have anything to discuss."

The girl giggled and turned to look down.

Kenneth's anxious shouts could still be faintly heard on the rooftop of the building, even though they were hundreds of meters away.

"Look at that noble color magician, what a sight for him right now!" Francesca said with a look of rapture. "He was like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, but now he's turned into a mad dog with its neck broken. Don't you think it would be a real shame to let him leave the stage right now?"

"What do you mean?"

"My request is simple." The girl sat up, brushed the dust off her skirt, and her tone became like that of a devil tempting a saint to fall: "Please, Mr. Assassin, put away your gun at this moment and let him go."

"Don't you want to see the chaos a magician of color, completely consumed by rage and even abandoning reason, can cause when he goes berserk outside?"

Francesca licked her lips, her purple eyes gleaming with a chaotic light: "I went to great lengths to get François to mimic that disgusting malice."

Kenneth is now convinced that the avenger is the culprit who severely injured his fiancée! He will follow the scent like a mad dog and use every means at his disposal to exact revenge and kill...

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"You want them to kill each other," Kiritsugu coldly stated her purpose.

"That's right, that's exactly it!"

The girl clapped her hands and jumped up, her skirt swaying in the wind.

The zipper on her abdomen seemed to tremble slightly with her laughter, constantly radiating an aura of blasphemy: "Let two troublesome fellows wear each other down, let them be torn apart by the torment of hatred! Isn't that something you'd love to do?"

Kiritsugu remained silent.

As a pragmatist, he sought to achieve the greatest results with the least cost.

Kenneth is now depleted of magic and in a state of mental turmoil, making this the perfect time to eliminate him.

However, similarly, if he were to engage in a life-or-death battle with another Master while consumed by boundless rage...

Regardless of who wins in the end, you will have one less competitor.

It's not a bad option.