Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 442 The Vampires Invading London

He introduced Souya Mochijo to Webber with a respectful attitude: "This is a powerful magician you wouldn't even dare to dream of..."

"Don't be fooled by his current position; in just one day, he will be able to sense the flutter of every fly and the whisper of every mouse in London."

"If he wants to, he can definitely find the answer to the vampires' crimes for you."

Hearing him say this, Weber was actually somewhat skeptical.

Judging from the aura he exuded, he did indeed seem like a very powerful magician, but was he really as powerful as Machiri described? Nobody knew.

Returning to the cooperation itself, while the vampire serial case is indeed a bit tricky, it's still far better than letting this dangerous man in front of me obtain the Clock Tower data...

The harm is much less.

What does he want this knowledge for?

Are they planning some new ceremony?

By the way, was the appearance of the girl wielding the Avenger's Noble Phantasm a coincidence? Or is it related to him?

Weber didn't ask these questions because he knew he wouldn't get the real answers anyway. He could only smoke his cigar again and again, trying to figure out the key points himself.

Finally, he spoke up: "...I can't make this decision alone; it needs to be discussed."

"Of course, I never thought I could close this deal in one go." Machiri shrugged understandingly.

After all, the Clock Tower wasn't opened by Webber alone, and such conditions couldn't have been agreed to by him alone.

Moreover, these are only his initial expressions of interest in cooperation.

"Also, you can deliver messages to other monarchs; perhaps you'd be more interested in this than helping them solve the vampire case."

As he spoke, he drew a small knife from his waist in front of Weber.

Reines was on high alert and instantly went into battle mode, while warily glancing at Mole City at the entrance.

Machiri had no intention of attacking Webber with the knife. Instead, she pulled over an ashtray next to him and cut off a piece of her finger, placing it inside.

The bloody scene made Webber's brow twitch; he simply couldn't understand what he was doing.

But Weber immediately realized something was wrong.

The severed finger, which had just been alive, turned bluish-gray in a very short time, and then became as stiff as a puppet.

He stared at the severed finger for a long time, finally confirming that it was indeed not a human limb...

Weber realized something and looked up in horror.

"It seems you understand." Machiri licked the wound that had stopped bleeding.

Although the severed finger there was empty, Weber could vaguely see the outline of a finger, which was turning as the other person's palm unfolded.

"Actually, your little bit of mysticism that you cherish so much is not worth mentioning in the face of higher dimensions."

"Acquiring this knowledge is merely to provide Lord Aizen with some new ideas and directions; it's not particularly valuable."

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Machiri stood up, looking down at Waver, and pointed to the fragments of the artificial body in the ashtray: "Ask them if they want to know how to break down the barriers between different worlds? If they want to know the ultimate truth of magic?"

"Take a good look at this and then give me a reply..."

Weber stared into Machiri's eyes, which were now filled with nothing but arrogance, and remained silent for a long time.

What kind of miracle did this guy encounter...?

London, Whitechapel underground sewers.

The roar of battle had just subsided.

Accardo holstered the massive black pistol, his face showing a mixture of unfulfilled rage and boredom.

"What a boring farce."

Accardo stomped on the head of the young man in the dark blue uniform with a dull thud, almost crushing the man's skull.

Beside him lay several young corpses, also dressed in uniforms and wielding military knives.

He tilted his head back, his scarlet eyes seemingly able to pierce through the thick concrete and gaze upon the bustling city above.

"Has London of this era fallen so low that it can't even find a single decent enemy?"

Deep within his soul, the millions of dead were restless, lacking the nourishment of true blood.

"Owner...

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Silas cautiously walked up behind Accardo.

Although she had been a vampire for some time, she still felt an instinctive tremor when faced with the terrifying aura emanating from Alucard when he was angry.

"What should we do next? Director Intgra gave us the task of clearing out the mutated vampires in this area, but now the clues seem to have gone cold, and we keep running into troublesome troublemakers." Silas said with some distress, looking at the mess on the ground.

"The trail hasn't gone cold, Officer."

As he spoke, Accardo ground his foot into the man's sole, causing him to cry out in pain: "Isn't this a live one?"

"Who...who are you people?!"

The man being trampled coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood and questioned his abuser with trembling hands.

This man was none other than Brad, the Saber Team member who had been intimidated by Asuka's imposing presence and lost face in front of the Piper Team's camp.

Ever since he was humiliated by Asuka, Brad's mood had been at its lowest point.

In an effort to salvage his reputation within the team, he volunteered for a dangerous underground pipeline patrol mission, attempting to find the trail of the dark dragon that had wreaked havoc in London.

As a result, instead of finding the Dark Dragon, they encountered two strangers who reeked of blood.

Almost in the blink of an eye, his squad was wiped out, leaving him all alone.

Although they were the ones who struck first, smashing the yawning Accardo's head with blue sparks, he still felt like the victim.

"You can't kill me! I'm from the Sabre Squad! If you kill me, Hornhead will never let you get away with it!"

Brad's legs were kicking incessantly, his face covered in tears and snot.

His arrogance stemmed from his status in the Sabre Team, but that was utterly crushed in the face of absolute violence.

"Oh? Sabre Team? Horn Point? Sounds like a bunch of rats gathering there."

Alucard moved his foot away and crouched down to look at the trembling mage.

With his blood-stained white gloves, he grabbed Brad's blond hair and lifted him up.

"I don't care if you're from the Sabre Squad or the Nail Clipper Squad," Accardo said, pulling Brad's terrified face closer. "I'm only interested in one thing right now."

"What exactly is this 'Dracula' and 'Dark Dragon' thing you guys were talking about earlier?"

"Also, what is London? How do I get there?"

"I...I don't know! Dracula is just a code name, I don't know anything about him either..." Brad stammered, begging for mercy.

"Really? So you're just a good-for-nothing who knows nothing, then there's no point in wasting your time living."

Accardo placed his other hand on the holster.

"I know! I know!"

Seeing the man's aura growing increasingly terrifying, Brad began spouting nonsense: "I'll take you! I'll take you to the Great Library to investigate!"

"Whether it's Dracula or the Dark Dragon, the answer will be there! Please, don't kill me!"

Brad trembled as he pulled a coin engraved with magic runes from his pocket; it was the key to open the stable channel.

With trembling fingers, he pressed the coin against the brick wall beside him, chanting an awkward incantation.

As magic was injected, the brick wall began to distort, and soon a spatial gate emitting a ghostly blue light appeared.

Feeling the magical fluctuations emanating from the inside of the gate, Alucard took a deep breath, his eyes shining.

"Ha, found it!"

"The taste of kindred spirits."

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