Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 434 The Chaotic World Between the Inside and Outside

Accardo finally realized what was causing the unease he had been feeling from the other person.

"This body... is it also a puppet?"

No wonder the other party didn't exude any primal fear or will to survive that is characteristic of real life from the very beginning.

For her, this body was nothing more than a piece of clothing that could be discarded at any time.

The orange, pierced through mid-air, still had a cigarette dangling from its mouth.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to observe Accardo so closely, she curiously looked him up and down, trying to find some flaws in him.

"Although I don't know where you crawled out of, you old relic, you are indeed terrifying."

"Now that we've collected such meaningful combat data... the damage to this body has been well worth it."

"You want to escape?!" Accardo laughed. "No prey has ever managed to get away from me so easily."

He suddenly stretched out his large, iron-like hand and grabbed Orange's slender, fair neck.

"Save...save your energy..."

A strong feeling of suffocation washed over her instantly, causing Orange to instinctively grab Accardo's arm with both hands.

"We'll see each other again soon..."

"When the time comes, I will... prepare something that can truly... kill you."

Click!

A cracking sound rang out, and Orange's head slumped limply to the side.

The sewers fell silent again, with only the soft gurgling of sewage flowing through them.

"Master..." Silas ran over, gun in hand, and hesitated as he looked at the wreckage. "Is she... dead? Who was that thing? Wasn't she one of those artificial vampires?"

Accardo holstered his two pistols and let out a bored snort.

"Let's go, policewoman."

"This prey was just a boring dummy. It seems the real culprits who created the ghouls are still somewhere else."

"I just hope this guy keeps his word and comes back with something that can kill me."

At the same time.

In South London, inside an underground workshop hidden by layers of magical barriers.

A huge space filled with a blend of punk and classical styles.

The walls were filled with huge glass culture columns containing various strange biological specimens, while in the very center stood three specially made culture chambers filled with pale green nutrient solution.

Inside one of the incubation chambers, a naked body floated silently, its features and physique identical to those of Aozaki Touko, who had just died in the sewers.

Suddenly, the liquid inside the culture chamber began to boil violently.

The hatch opened with a hiss, and pale green nutrient solution poured down like a waterfall.

"Cough cough...!"

Orange, soaking wet, tumbled out of the culture chamber and knelt on the cold metal floor, coughing violently.

Vast and intricate soul data, transcending physical space, was meticulously downloaded back into this perfect backup body...

The lingering pain of the previous body that died from having its heart pierced and suffocating...

It lingered in her neurons like a phantom for a few seconds before being forcibly severed by her powerful willpower.

As a [Grand] puppeteer, Aozaki Touko's terror lies precisely in this.

She made countless dolls identical to herself as backups.

Once the body she is currently in dies, her memories, experiences, and even her soul will seamlessly transfer to the next body.

For her, death was nothing more than a slightly expensive dress-up game.

She stood up, grabbed a large white bath towel and wrapped it around her body, then walked barefoot to the metal workbench next to her.

Several identical pairs of black-rimmed glasses were laid out on the table. Orange picked up one of them and put it back on her nose.

As the gaze behind the glasses softened and became more intellectual, that languid orange returned.

She pulled a silver cigarette case from the drawer of her worktable, skillfully took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"A regenerative ability beyond reason, overwhelming physical strength, a shadow familiar capable of devouring and commanding millions of undead, and those two large-caliber firearms with mystical effects..."

Orange exhaled a smoke ring as his fingers flew across the keyboard, archiving and analyzing the intelligence.

"Things are getting complicated, Ninja..."

The next day.

London, Clock Tower, modern magic department office.

Weber Velvet was slumped over his large desk.

He slumped back in the leather seat, his mind still replaying what had happened the night before.

In front of him lay a small mountain of various parchment scrolls, ancient books, and a few slightly blurry candid photos.

"Cough cough... cough..."

Weber coughed violently a few times, picked up the cup of black coffee on the table that had long since gone cold, and gulped down a large mouthful.

"Phew... No, I still can't figure it out."

He rubbed his throbbing temples and his gaze fell once again on the photo in the center of the table.

It was a very blurry photo, obviously taken hastily from a great distance by some kind of magical familiar.

The photos were taken by the Church of Sanctuary, simply to document the secret war that had taken place.

The scene depicts the Fuyuki City Bridge before its reconstruction, the Mien Riverbed engulfed in flames, the torn sky, and a massive cavity filled with flowing black mud...

And, a black-haired young man wearing a black kimono and holding a sharp blade.

Weber's gaze was fixed on the knife in the young man's hand in the photo.

...This knife, and the one the girl who saved him last night, are very likely the same type...

"Is it some kind of inherited treasure? Or did someone perform a necromancy in London without the Clock Tower's monitoring?"

"Or is this girl his subordinate?"

In order to find the answer to his question, he searched through all the books in the Clock Tower's Great Library related to Eastern magic, Shintoism, and...

Even information on assassination cults...

But they couldn't find anything.

pat.

The coffee cup slipped from his hand and fell onto the table, soaking the precious files, but he was completely unaware.

Weber's breathing became increasingly rapid, his mind constantly on this matter.

That knife that devours others... that man radiating terrifying malice...

"Did you orchestrate everything that's happening in London right now?"

"the Avengers....

'

dong dong dong.

A knock on the office door brought Weber back to his senses.

Oh dear, he hurriedly and frantically tidied up the documents he had messed up.

"Professor? Are you inside?"

The voice of his student, the always energetic blond boy, came from outside the door.

"Flatter? I don't have time for your weird inventions right now! If you blow up another classroom, go to the logistics department and get your punishment!"

"No, Professor! I didn't blow up the classroom!"

Flatt skipped in, his voice sounding excited: "It's the front desk. A guest specifically asked to see you."

"Guests? No way! Tell them I'm dead! I'm not seeing anyone now!" Weber replied irritably.

"But...but this guest gives off a very special feeling, Professor."

Flat ran to the desk and bumped into the files Weber had just finished organizing. He quickly apologized and went to tidy up, saying, "He said an old friend is visiting and he would like to see him."

"And he was accompanied by an Asian man who didn't seem to have any magical energy fluctuations at all, but he gave off a very scary feeling."

An old friend?

Did he say what his name was?

"Bean...it looks like Machiri? Machiri Zorgen?"

boom!!

Weber's brain completely shut down at that moment.

Perhaps I'm overthinking it, or maybe I'm just seeing things.

But Machrizogan...

This is definitely no longer a coincidence.

"London... is doomed..."

'

El-Melloi II slumped down at his coffee-stained desk and closed his eyes in despair.