Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 236 Next Time? There Will Be No Next Time.

Strange to say.

As Francesca watched the approaching birds and the nauseating swarm of insects around her, the anger on her face suddenly vanished.

She suddenly started laughing inexplicably, her mood shift so rapid that even the birds were baffled.

Hehe...hehehehe...

She gave up struggling and let the marking insects crawl all over her body, gnawing at her dress and skin.

"Oh dear, looks like I can't scare you anymore. I can't keep up the act any longer."

"Ah~ I failed, I failed. I wanted to play a little longer."

Her body deflated like a punctured balloon.

The zipper on the abdomen opened automatically, revealing no internal organs, but instead a large amount of black mud.

"I am Francesca Prellati... I am the immortal phantom, the eternal mischief."

"This body is nothing more than a broken doll."

Her eyes were fixed on the bird, filled with venomous curses: "The Avengers... and that old, undead bug."

""

"Remember this feeling."

"We'll meet again, at the next corner, in the next nightmare..."

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"Stop kidding, there won't be a next time."

Before Francesca could finish speaking, Asuka stabbed her through her zipper with a sharp motion.

...Huh? Huh? Huh!!!

Hengfei, who was about to make some harsh remarks, suddenly felt an irresistible sense of being devoured from the depths of her soul.

"What is this? What are you trying to do?!"

Francesca's body rapidly disintegrated, turning into foul-smelling black mud—a method she used to regenerate after being transformed by magic.

But now, this black mud and magic flowed into the Avenger's blade, showing no sign of flowing into the earth's veins.

Can I not eat this?

"No, this kind of trouble must be nipped in the bud," Asuka coldly refused.

As Asuka gazed at Francesca's increasingly terrified yet speechless soul essence, she felt a heavy, muffled echo emanating from the Zanpakuto in her hand.

In the Mirror World deep within her heart, Francesca's soul continued to fall, eventually crashing heavily there.

boom! !

She struggled to her feet, staring in disbelief at everything before her.

"How is this possible?! I... I'm..."

'

【Shut up.】

A figure with no facial features, pure white, appeared behind her, coldly staring at Francesca.

At his feet lay countless miscellaneous items lying haphazardly.

There were bone-faced monsters covered in black mud and tied with red threads, grotesque marking insects, and sea monsters summoned by François using his Noble Phantasm.

Francesca stared in shock at the white figure, about to say something, when the figure grabbed her by the throat:

Is this place being used as a garbage dump? They're throwing all sorts of things in here?

Well, it's better than starving forever.

"ah-!!!"

Click, click.

After a series of chilling chewing sounds, the so-called immortal witch fell silent instantly.

Only the terrifying sound of swallowing remained, echoing across the Mirror Plain.

Caster, François leaves the stage.

The sea monster's remains sank into the deep river like a landslide, creating a huge splash, before quickly turning into a stream of magical energy and disappearing into the horizon.

The bird stood in the middle of the bridge, the blade still dripping with Francesca's black mud residue.

He was exhausted tonight, and he kept taking deep breaths to regulate the magic power within his body.

He couldn't let his guard down; his gaze remained fixed on Zang Yan.

Lie Yan shook his robe, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes: "Avenger, your swordsmanship is indeed sharp. Those clowns' illusions are annoying, but they are ultimately just child's play."

He raised his head and looked up at the sky: "Another heroic spirit has left the stage, and the vessel of the Holy Grail is slowly being filled."

The bird gave him a cold glance, ignoring the insincere praise, and turned to look at the riverbank.

There, Artoria held a glowing holy sword, her golden hair slightly disheveled, and she was panting heavily.

That sword strike just now was a huge drain on her magic power.

Not far from her, Iskandar, the Conqueror, also appeared somewhat dejected.

Maintaining the powerful Realm of the King's Army and fighting against hordes of monsters was a heavy burden for him, especially since his Master was just a kid with not much magic power.

"Look, Death." Lie Yan moved to Fei Niao's side, stretched out his withered finger, and pointed to the two weak figures on the riverbank: "Those two kings... are now depleted of magic and exhausted. This is the perfect time to harvest them since the start of the war."

Asuka tightened her grip on the knife.

"What? Did you feel a sense of camaraderie that transcends time and space during your brief time fighting side by side?" Lie Yan chuckled sinisterly. "Don't forget, this is the Holy Grail War. You and they are competitors, never teammates."

"As long as they are alive, we cannot achieve final victory, remember?"

"...You've reminded me." Asuka turned to look at Limken. "We should be competitors too, right?"

"How could that be? You're not quite familiar with the rules of the Holy Grail War."

Lie Yan pointed to the sky: "The Holy Grail requires the sacrifice of at least six heroic spirits in the war to fill its energy and fulfill the wish."

"When the wish is fulfilled, I will have Kariya transfer the Command Seals, and I will command the Berserker to commit suicide, while making the Root Wish..."

""

"What?!" Asuka exclaimed in shock, "You actually want that Grim Reaper to die?"

Before Asuka's shock had subsided, Lie Yan continued, "Of course, after all, to reach the Root, six Heroic Spirits alone are not enough; seven are a safer bet."

"And you, being the eighth class that violates the rules, are a pseudo-Servant who should not exist in this world, so sacrificing you is useless."

"You can see that the berserker has lost his mind. What use is his wish?"

"I leave the wish of the Heroic Spirits to you... After all, as I said, our interests are aligned, and this will also concentrate the power of the Heaven's Feel."

He seemed to be already dreaming about life in Soul Society, a glint in his dark eyes: "I'll need your help to take me to Urahara and find a way to turn me into a pure being..."

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The inkstone's desire was so naked, yet so sincere, so sincere that even the flying bird could fully understand it.

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, as if he were weighing his options.

"Look, the mad death god that Kariya summoned is holding back that most troublesome Hero King for us."

"Let's act quickly. Only by rapidly reducing the number of Heroic Spirits can we feed energy back to the Heaven's Feel."

"Otherwise, it will be much more troublesome once that guy has a free hand."

Matou Ryokon didn't even want to wait for Asuka to make a decision before rushing off to the bridge, wanting to eliminate the two Servants as quickly as possible.

Asuka closed her eyes, her mind not on the war.

Instead, it was a figure wearing a butterfly hair ornament.

He really wanted to go back, and wished he could go back right now.

"Tsk..."

The bird opened its eyes again, its previous hesitation now replaced by determination.

He suddenly jumped off the bridge.

It landed before the two kings.