Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 418 The Disturbing Dead Apostles

In this timeline, Kenneth did not die in the brutal Holy Grail War, but he was not favored by fate either.

Several years ago, Kenneth contracted a strange illness that came on suddenly and could not be cured by any magic.

His life began to decline day by day, and he eventually died painfully on his sickbed.

On his deathbed, Kenneth entrusted the heavy title of monarch to the student who had always been by his side.

Looking at the photo, Weber gave a bitter smile, his fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the frame, his mind heavy with worry.

"What's wrong, Second Life? You're getting overwhelmed by just a few investigators' reports?"

A slightly languid female voice drifted over from the sofa not far away.

A red-haired woman with a ponytail sat on the leather sofa in the reception area.

She was wearing a crisp white shirt and a fine orange trench coat, and was wiping a pair of exquisite glasses in her hands.

"I've seen you staring at that intelligence report shared by the Holy Church and the Legal Affairs Department for ages. Tell me about it?"

Weber casually tossed the file onto the table and exhaled a long smoke ring: "...To be honest, I find it hard to believe."

He stood up and walked to the center of the office, pointing to the pile of reports on the desk: "In recent days, the number of reported magical depletion incidents, missing persons cases, and the number of blood-sucked, desiccated corpses found in alleyways in Greater London has exceeded the number of cases reported in the past few years..."

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"Those old bosses, including the agents of the Holy Church, all blamed these on the activities of the suicide squad, but could London really produce so many suicides?"

"Oh?" The woman raised an eyebrow. "It's rare for Dead Apostles to operate in London, but it's not impossible. After all, these vampires always like to hunt in historically significant cities."

"But this doesn't make sense." Weber seemed a little anxious, his brain working at a rapid pace: "Dead Apostles are cunning creatures. Even lower-ranking Dead Apostles know that large-scale hunting under the watchful eyes of the Clock Tower is tantamount to suicide."

"Moreover, we and the church send people to clean up every year, and the protective barrier set up in the London ley lines didn't issue any warnings for an invasion of this scale by the Dead Apostles. How could there be so many Dead Apostles?"

Weber turned around and looked at the document again: "And Orange, I also have a feeling something's wrong with the bodies of those victims..."

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Aozaki Touko, the renowned Grand Doll Maker, has become a regular visitor to Waver's office after experiencing many wondrous journeys with him.

After she put on her glasses, her previous languid and casual demeanor suddenly vanished like a receding tide, and she became intellectual and gentle.

"As expected of the second generation, your intuition is still so sharp."

"Actually, I noticed it too..." Orange adjusted her glasses and smiled as she walked toward the documents.

"The corpses left at the scene were mostly incomplete, which is inconsistent with the high-ranking Dead Apostles who mainly only drink blood."

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"Whether it's the veil radar, magical monitoring, or the baptismal chants of the agents, none of them can detect the Dead Apostle magic fluctuations on the corpse. This is something that low-level vampires cannot do."

"It seems that what you said is true, it's not a simple case of a dead apostle... My Lord, it looks like London is about to get lively."

Recalling those photos of mutilated corpses, Weber felt a chill run down his spine.

What exactly is going on here...?

Actually, this cannot be entirely blamed on the clock tower's delayed intelligence.

Because in the midst of the intertwining of time and space, something ominous is slowly resurfacing in the rain and fog of London.

The camera slowly zooms out, passing through the towering spire of the clock tower, across the icy waters of the Thames, and arriving at an old neighborhood on the outskirts of London.

"What a boring walk, policewoman."

A tall man wearing a long red slit coat over a black double-breasted suit and a wide-brimmed soft hat was scanning the dilapidated streets around him with his bloodshot eyes.

Following behind him was a young woman in a yellow police uniform carrying an exaggerated anti-tank sniper rifle.

"Master, please don't let your guard down." The policewoman vigilantly observed the street: "According to Chief Intura's intelligence, there have been numerous signs of artificial vampire activity in this area recently."

"It is said that a large number of civilians have been killed, and the methods used were extremely cruel. I suspect that there must be some troublesome guy plotting something behind this."

"No matter how they imitate, they are nothing more than stray dogs in wolf's clothing."

The man chuckled, his white-gloved fingers gently stroking the bloodthirsty armor-piercing pistol at his waist: "However, since Intura asked me to do this, I'll reluctantly clean up this junk."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding air turned cold.

What was originally just a light mist drifting on the street suddenly began to surge and expand wildly within seconds, quickly turning into a thick fog so dense that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

"What's going on?" the policewoman exclaimed, instinctively raising her rifle. "Master Alucard! Please be careful!"

"Oh? It seems things are about to get interesting, Silas."

The man known as Alucard took a deep breath, savoring the strange odor in the air...

"This isn't natural moisture, nor is it some trick of those millennial idiots... There's an ancient reptilian stench in this fog."

"Master, I can't see the road ahead! The radar isn't responding!" Silas cried out in a panic through the thick fog.

"Stay close to me, policewoman. Whatever it is, just tear it to shreds."

Alucard licked his lips and strode into the deepest part of the fog, leaving Silas with no choice but to follow closely behind.

They walked through the thick fog, their sense of direction and space seemingly stripped away by the eerie mist.

The surrounding building silhouettes distorted in the fog, as if one had crawled into the intestines of a giant beast.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the fog ahead finally began to thin out.

Silas was stunned the moment they emerged completely from the thick fog.

"Master...where is this?"

The street scene before me still retains a strong British style...

But the details of the buildings, the street planning, and even the style of the streetlights were completely different from the suburbs they remembered... and even the entire London neighborhood.

Accardo didn't answer immediately; he closed his eyes and felt the energy flowing in the surrounding air.

As the king of vampires, his perception of the world far surpasses that of ordinary people.

"Looks like we've gotten lost and wandered into a really bad place."

Alucard opened his eyes, a wide, maniacal grin spreading across his face: "The prey here seems far more plentiful than I imagined."

Just then, he noticed a faint smell of blood coming from the alley not far ahead.

Accardo vanished from his spot in an instant, leaving only a red afterimage.

Silas was shocked and hurriedly chased after them, carrying his heavy cannon.

When Silas arrived at the alley entrance, she saw several shriveled corpses lying haphazardly in the narrow dead end.

In the center of the corpses stood several men dressed in black trench coats, holding short swords.

They are trying to use some kind of luminescent powder to search for traces left at the scene.

"Who goes there?!" One of the enforcers noticed Alucard and his companion's arrival and immediately raised his short sword. "This is a sealed-off area of ​​the Holy Church. Unauthorized personnel, get out of here immediately!"

"The Holy Church?" Silas asked, his face full of doubt and wariness. "Never heard of it. Are they from the Vatican?"

"Vatican City? Hahaha!" Accardo laughed wildly as he strode forward, ignoring the daggers pointed at him. "No wonder this place stinks; it's your stench!"

"Execute the erasure procedure immediately!"

The struggle between the two sides... or rather, the one-sided massacre, began instantly.

The streets exploded, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the roar of explosions was deafening.

Until the last agent was stepped on by Alucard, making a crisp sound.

The battle is finally over...