Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 262 The One Who Observes the World

The seagull pierces straight at the python's head.

The burst of spiritual pressure shattered the giant python's head, and black insect fluid splattered onto the rock wall, emitting a sizzling, corrosive sound.

His body was also corroded in several places by insect sap, with blood seeping out, yet he still laughed loudly: "Come on! More!!"

Tokiomi stood behind Kaien, his cane held high, the ruby ​​shining brightly.

He focused intently on chanting the magic incantation, and the magical energy condensed into a complex six-pointed star array at the tip of his staff, while fiery runes began to appear in the air.

"Flames, become my shackles and judgment..."

Lieyan sensed Tokiomi's magical fluctuations, and the swarm of insects surged wildly, sending out more tentacles in an attempt to bypass Haiyan and rush straight at Tokiomi.

But Haiyan protected him very well, and did not allow any danger to get close to Shichen.

In fact, what Tokiomi needs most as a magician is a strong front-line warrior like a swordsman or a spearman, so that he can bring out the best in his magic skills.

Of course, Gilgamesh is theoretically so powerful that he doesn't need to use his magic skills.

"Purgatory!"

With a sudden swing of the cane, the six-pointed star array was fully deployed.

A massive firestorm erupted from the tip of the staff, engulfing the sea of ​​insects like a tsunami.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

A mournful scream emanated from the swarm of insects.

Their shells were softened by the scalding, their internal organs were cooked, and they fell off the altar in pieces.

"Damn it! Damn Tohsaka! Damn the Grim Reaper!!"

Zang Yan panicked.

He was confident that he could handle Tokiomi Tohsaka.

Even with those other Masters who were barely alive, he was confident he could still win.

But he didn't expect that this berserker, who was already seriously injured, could still unleash such power.

Despite the lack of magical energy on his body and the dilapidated state of his spirit origin, the blue magical energy he generated when wielding his spear seemed to have a soul-purifying effect.

Each strike not only shredded the insect's flesh but also directly shattered the fragments of Zang Yan's soul hidden within the swarm.

it hurts.

He was so unwilling to accept his defeat.

This was not only a defeat in terms of strength, but also a strategic collapse.

"It's not over yet... I haven't lost yet!!"

The swarm of insects wriggled desperately, trying to regroup.

In this final moment of life and death, the string of reason in Matou Reiken's decaying brain finally snapped completely.

A look of madness flashed in the compound eyes of the Imprinted Worm.

It was a kind of madness where if I can't have it, I'll destroy everything and then find a glimmer of hope in the destruction.

"Since you're determined to force me to my death... then none of you will live!!"

Deep within the swarm of insects constantly threatened by the flames, a strange insect, its body a bizarre dark red and covered in patterns resembling a human face, suddenly emerged.

That is the original form of the dirty inkstone, and also the ancestor of the engraving insect.

Instead of running away, it plunged headlong into the pulsating core spell of the Great Grail behind it!

"Reversal! Collapse! Cleared!!"

The dirty inkstone uttered its final incantation.

"Oh no! He's gone mad!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka was shocked and tried to stop him, but it was too late.

He is not trying to dismantle the Holy Grail, nor is he trying to close the hole.

He's going to detonate it!

"Come forth! All the evil of this world!!"

"Flood everything here! Turn this world into hell!!"

"In this endless black mud... perhaps I can reshape my body! Perhaps I can use that immense magical power to prolong my life!"

Even if I become a monster... even if I become part of the sludge...

""

"I, an old man, will live on!!"

Buzz!

As he chanted his incantation, the enormous sphere of light that had been sealed in the center of the altar suddenly turned pitch black.

A terrifying surge of magical energy erupted instantly, causing the entire Yuanzang Mountain to shake violently, transforming it into a volcano about to erupt.

The rock wall overhead began to crack, and black mud seeped out from the cracks—pure malice, a curse powerful enough to destroy human civilization.

Shiba Kaien's eyes widened as he stared at the dark torrent that was about to burst its banks, and he instinctively stepped in front of Tokiomi to block it.

It’s over.

He thought to himself, "I'm afraid the 10th Division will have to change captains again."

One second before the countdown to destruction reaches zero.

The world suddenly fell silent.

There was no explosion, no collapse, no roaring flames, and no chirping of insects.

Everything was still.

Tokiomi Tohsaka remained in the posture of casting a spell, his face frozen in terror.

The spear in Shiba Kaien's hand stopped in mid-air, the spiritual pressure radiance on the spear tip like frozen ice crystals.

Flames and ashes danced in the air, suspended motionless.

Even the black mud that was about to gush out remained frozen in mid-air, still in a splashing motion.

Time stood still.

In this absolutely still, gray-white world, a sudden voice softly rang out.

"Ugh... how ugly."

It was an old voice, yet full of energy.

In the center of this still, empty void, on the altar, a figure had appeared out of nowhere.

He was a rather robust-looking old man.

He was dressed in a neat black tailcoat, with an exquisitely crafted black cloak, and held a magnificent cane inlaid with various gemstones.

His full head of silver hair was neatly combed, and he had a silver-white beard.

He appeared there so abruptly, as if he had always been there, but had never been noticed.

The old man ignored everything around him that was still.

He walked slowly up the altar, his leather shoes making a crisp clattering sound as they touched the ground.

They arrived in front of the swarm of insects that was about to burrow into the core spell.

Within that still mass of filth, the marking insect with a human face pattern remained in an extremely contorted posture, half of its body already protruding into the spell circuit.

Even in its compound eyes, there remained traces of madness and triumph.

"Is this your end, Machiri?"

The old man squatted down and looked at the insect.

There was no disgust or anger in his eyes, only a compassionate and helpless look that reflected a deep understanding of the vicissitudes of life.

"6

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In this still space and time, only this insect seems to be able to maintain a faint trace of thought.

Perhaps it is because the essence of his soul has been alienated, or perhaps it is because he is now connected to the miracle of the Third Law.

The old man's figure was reflected in the insect's compound eyes.

In that instant, a chill more terrifying than death pierced through Zang Yan's already decaying soul.

He knows this person.

How could I not recognize you?

That is the pinnacle of magic, the master of the second magic, the witness to the oath of the three starter families, and even more...

The existence he once revered and feared the most.

"Zelrich...?!"

Zang Yan wanted to scream and run away, but he couldn't move.

Compared to this mage who possessed the ability to interfere with parallel worlds, he was less than an ant.

Kishua Zelrich Schbeinaugu.

The Demonic Marshal, also known as the Gemstone Elder.

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