Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 233 Hengfei Princess's "Heng" means domineering and tyrannical.

That was a high-speed movement technique unique to Hollows, even more unpredictable and harder to catch than the Shinigami's Shunpo.

He left afterimages in the air, truly like a petrel darting through a storm, dodging the attacks of the treasures with all sorts of tricky angles!

Whizzing!

The blade grazed his shoulder and thigh, but he didn't even pause. Instead, he used the impact to accelerate towards Gilgamesh.

"Go to hell!!"

Just as this godlike aerial battle was escalating, the piercing roar of several jet engines broke into this battlefield of gods and demons.

That was a fighter jet formation belonging to the Japan Air Self-Defense Force.

The loss of a fighter jet forced them to take the disaster seriously and deployed more troops to provide support, only to discover an even more shocking scene.

"This is Falcon One, target confirmed!"

"Wait! There are unidentified flying objects fighting in the sky!"

The pilot stared in horror at the colossal sea monster, hundreds of meters tall, below, and the two entities colliding at the speed of light above; his mind went blank for a moment.

But he didn't get a chance to speak again.

Whoosh—!

The two, locked in fierce combat, had no time to care about the mortal pilot. They were simply struck by the magical artifact, and their entire mech snapped like a withered branch.

"Get out of there! Get out of there quickly!"

The wingman's piercing scream came through the radio.

But it was too late.

Amidst the flashing blades, several fighter jets were sliced ​​in two!

The plane spun out of control in the air and quickly turned into a burning pile of scrap metal.

boom-!

The fireball exploded in the night sky, illuminating the faces of the birds running below.

"So this has dragged ordinary people into it...?"

Asuka frowned, but he had no time to worry about the unfortunate pilots.

At this moment, he had already rushed onto the Fuyuki Bridge.

The wind howled across the bridge, and the concrete surface was covered with cracks from the earlier tremors.

Against this apocalyptic scene, the scene in the middle of the bridge seemed out of place, even absurd.

Two figures dressed in gorgeous dresses were standing there.

One was a blond boy who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, holding a magic book in his hands, chanting obscure incantations in a fanatical and obsessed tone.

Magic was being continuously channeled through the magic circle beneath his feet to the enormous sea monster in the river.

The other was a girl who looked very similar to the boy, but was dressed in an exquisite Lolita dress.

She sat on the bridge railing, her feet dangling in the air, holding a telescope she'd somehow acquired, watching the battle in the sky with great interest, occasionally letting out a silvery laugh.

"Wow! That's amazing! Gilgamesh is going to split the sky in two!"

"François, look! Look! That masked weirdo has a hole punched through his chest, but he's still hitting it! It's hilarious!"

Francesca, the young girl, patted the wheelchair beside her, in which sat Sora, unable to move and with fear in her eyes: "This war is so interesting! More chaotic and insane than any before! I should have joined sooner!"

"Oh dear, Francesca." François Prellati, who was maintaining the spell, frowned. "Ato-chan is charging up her magic, and the reaction is off the charts! If she unleashes that attack, my big guy might die."

"Then let her release it~" Francesca shrugged indifferently: "Anyway, this place is already pretty much destroyed, one more big crater won't make a difference..."

"It's easy for you to say that, but aren't you the one affected?" The boy tapped Sora on the head to express his dissatisfaction.

"Have you two finished your stage play?"

A cold voice abruptly interrupted the conversation between the two strange twins.

Asuka walked towards them step by step, carrying her Zanpakuto in one hand.

"Oh my, isn't this the Avenger who's always saving the day? Nice to meet you!"

Francesca's eyes lit up as if she'd spotted a new toy: "What? You want to join our show too?"

"I'm here to get a refund."

The sound of birds still echoed in the same place, but the person had disappeared.

The next second, the dark blade was already close to Francesca's fair and slender neck.

Without any hesitation, this strike was aimed at severing her head.

clang-!!!

A crisp sound of a block rang out.

Asuka's Zanpakuto stopped an inch from the girl's neck.

What blocked him was not a sword or shield, but a transparent membrane that appeared out of thin air and was made up of countless distorted human faces.

That's an automatic defense spell that comes with the "Snail Annihilation City Text".

"That's fierce."

Francesca's smile didn't diminish; she even brought the blade closer, licking the coldness of the edge: "Cutting a girl's neck right off the bat isn't gentlemanly behavior."

"Roar!"

boom!

A black and red spiritual pressure slash at close range exploded between the two!

Francesca gasped, her body floating backward like a feather, gracefully twirling in the air before landing steadily on the other side of the railing.

"Ouch—! That hurts so much!"

Even with an automatic defense technique, the spiritual pressure slash at such close range could not be completely blocked.

A large section of her originally exquisite dress was charred, and even a piece of skin on her forehead was burned open, revealing a strange, doll-like material underneath.

This finally cooled the smile on her face.

"François, he's so rude!" she pouted, speaking in a coquettish yet chilling tone. "I'm so angry."

"Then kill him."

The boy who had been chanting incantations closed the book made of human skin.

He turned around, his malicious eyes fixed on the bird.

"Although maintaining the Sea Demon requires a lot of magic power, it should be more than enough to deal with you."

As he finished speaking, the air around the bridge suddenly became humid and viscous.

Countless translucent jellyfish-like creatures emerged from the air, their tentacles shimmering with a highly toxic blue light, densely surrounding the birds.

"Is it an illusion?"

The bird scanned its surroundings, sensing the fluctuations around it, and slightly lowered the knife in its hand.

Some of these things are real, while others are just illusions that deceive the five senses.

"This is really troublesome. I've put in too much effort tonight." He frowned.

"Barking..."

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"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Before the bird could bring down its blade, a hoarse, aged cough came from the depths of the bridge's shadow.

Asuka and Prellati were both startled and turned to look at the bridgehead.

In the deep darkness of the night, countless black insects were gathering on the ground.

A few seconds later, the insects formed a pair of feet wearing wooden clogs, followed by withered legs and a hunched body.

Finally, there was a terrifying face covered in age spots and with sunken eyes.

A dirty inkstone made of paulownia wood.

The old magician, who has lived for hundreds of years, is now standing at the head of the bridge, leaning on his bony cane.

His face was so dark it seemed to drip water, and his dark eyes weren't looking at the birds, but were fixed on the Prellati twins.

That look in his eyes was like a farmer looking at a wild boar that had wandered into his carefully tended vegetable garden and was trampling it wantonly.

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