Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 432 Crown VS King (Part 1)

Meanwhile, in East London, abandoned underground sewers.

This place was once the excretory organ of this bustling city. Due to its abandonment and lack of maintenance, coupled with the fact that it is never exposed to sunlight, the air is filled with a nauseating stench of decay and sewage.

This is also the most suitable hiding place for those equally shameful demons and monsters.

Tap, tap.

Aozaki Touko was wearing her orange trench coat, like a lady strolling in her own backyard, leisurely walking along the muddy path with her suitcase in hand.

"This place is always so welcoming every time I come here. You're greeted either by undead or corpses."

At the fork in the road ahead of her, several mangled corpses lay lying on the ground.

Without exception, these guys were also dried corpses that had been completely drained of blood.

Orange crouched down and gently turned the neck of a corpse with her fingers.

"There are still no traces of the curse unique to Dead Apostles..."

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She adjusted her glasses and used her magical vision to search for traces of ethereal remnants, trying to find any small, undiscovered details.

Just as she was thinking.

A powerful and terrifying aura was approaching this place from the depths of the sewers without any concealment.

The feeling was like a vast ocean of blood was pressing down on her.

"Oh? It seems the main character has shown up."

Orange turned her head and looked into the depths of the waterway.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the darkness.

"Human? No... Although it has a human heartbeat and body temperature, it's more like an empty shell..."

An arrogant, magnetic male voice rang out, and a tall figure in a red coat appeared in Orange's line of sight.

He stopped, slightly pulled down his sunglasses, and brazenly scrutinized Aozaki Touko with his scarlet eyes.

The newcomer was none other than Alucard, the King of Vampires.

He was carrying two ashen-faced, dead men in his arms, who appeared to be no longer breathing.

Although he had no idea where he was, the underground of this city gave him a familiar yet unpleasant sense of intrusion.

These inferior creatures... dare to call themselves vampires? It's ridiculous.

They must be eradicated.

Before the work of eliminating the monsters was even finished, this woman, who appeared alone in the underground sewers of this inferior vampire's lair, caught his attention again.

"Woman, you give me a bad feeling. Are you one of those millennial remnants who produce garbage?"

Looking at the massive, blood-red mist that seemed to condense into a tangible substance in the air, Orange put her glasses in her pocket and lit a cigarette: "So that's how it is. Is this the source of the recent vampire incidents in London?"

"This oppressive aura... is it from a powerful vampire at the level of the Twenty-Seventh Ancestor?"

"The Second Prince has really dumped a terrible mess on me; this is no joke."

The two exchanged a glance, and a spark of misunderstanding ignited in the stinking waterway.

Swish!

Without further ado, Accardo discarded the Dead Apostle in his hand and pulled out two specially made pistols, each as large as a hand cannon, from under his red coat.

The two guns, one black and one white, were loaded with silver explosive armor-piercing bullets, specifically designed to deal with monsters that shouldn't exist in this world.

Bang bang bang! !

Gunshots rang out in the closed sewer.

The bursts of gunfire nearly illuminated the entire tunnel, and bullets rained down on Orange like a storm.

Bullets of this caliber would instantly riddle even armored vehicles with holes, let alone human flesh and blood!

Faced with this deadly storm of metal, Orange immediately began rapidly swiping her cigarette through the air like a "Thor's Hammer!"

With the surge of magic, several ancient Norse runes, shimmering with blue light, instantly took shape in the air.

A thunderous roar resounded.

The explosive projectiles fired by Accardo crashed straight into the insurmountable magic wall, exploding in mid-air without penetrating even a fraction of its radius.

"Oh? You actually managed to block my bullets?" His attack thwarted, but Alucard's fanaticism only intensified. "Looks like you're not some trash you can just crush. Interesting!"

Click.

"Let's unfold it."

Instead of exchanging trash talk with Alucard, Orange simply threw the small box in her hand away.

Then a mechanical sound rang out.

A battle doll, which was two meters tall when unfolded and had an extremely bizarre shape, leaped out of the suitcase!

Its body is covered with dense runes, and it is made of an unknown mysterious material, giving it an imposing presence.

Only her face remained as pure as a young girl's.

The doll held up its four arms to block the orange, looking warily at Alucard in front of it.

"So, you're the trash from the millennium? Which unit do you belong to?" Accardo pointed at the doll with the smoking muzzle of his gun, his face full of disdain.

Orange put the cigarette back in his mouth, tilted his head and smiled: "Torch of Flames, number one."

Rumble!!

A magical flame of extremely high temperature suddenly ignited beside her hand.

That was a powerful runic magic she quickly sketched out, requiring some preparation, by using the doll's vision as a cover.

The ultra-high temperature flames, transformed from runes, roared out like a fire dragon.

In this enclosed underground sewer filled with foul-smelling gases, the flames even ignited the methane in the air, triggering a chain reaction of explosions.

The blazing flames licked the arched roof made of blue bricks and arrived in front of Accardo in the blink of an eye.

To Orange's surprise, the vampire didn't try to dodge at all.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!!"

Amidst a burst of wild laughter, he actually raised his tall body to face the wave of fire, letting the high-temperature magical flames, enough to melt gold and iron, scorch his body.

The red coat billowed in the flames, its edges burned to ashes, and the black suit underneath quickly charred as well.

The pale skin began to bubble and peel off under the high temperature, revealing the bright red muscle texture underneath.

He didn't even flinch.

"What a warm greeting, woman!"

Accompanied by the horrifying sounds of flesh writhing, Accardo's burned skin and even his clothes were rapidly regenerating in a bizarre way that disregarded the laws of conservation of mass and thermodynamics.

He stepped out of the inferno, his leather boots sizzling as they trod on the red-hot stone slabs.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you earlier."

"Although you don't look like a normal human being at all, you're definitely not the kind of scum who just hides behind the scenes."

"This power... Are you a lackey of the Vatican? Or some kind of curse I don't know about?"

Orange stood there, her sense of threat from Alucard rising another level.

"Being struck head-on by the primordial fire, it didn't even leave a wound; its body underwent complete regeneration in an instant..."

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She exhaled a puff of white smoke and sighed deeply: "This goes beyond the realm of regeneration; it's more like a rejection of death..."

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"Even among the twenty-seven ancestors, only the top-ranked monsters could achieve that..."

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