Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 443: You're the one who led the Japanese devils here?

The muffled clanging of the magic clock in the Great Library signaled the deepening of night in London.

Feiniao closed an old file and rubbed his temples, which were sore from reading those distorted characters for so long.

I spent the whole afternoon studying tadpole script; my eyes are practically going blind.

He looked up at the sky outside the dome, which had already darkened, and the once clear band of magical light had become somewhat dim.

"Let's go back first, it's already very late."

Sitting opposite him, Shinobu Kocho was using the magic light to copy the last line of notes about Tokihime into her small notebook.

"Asuka, you're still so impatient." Shinobu Kocho stood up and stretched her back, which had become stiff from sitting for so long. "But today's gains have been substantial enough. At least we've confirmed that the witch did indeed leave behind some significant traces here."

"As long as we follow these fragmented clues, we will eventually be able to piece together the truth of what happened back then."

"I hope so." Asuka stood up and draped her suit jacket back over her shoulders. "Come on, I'll take you to the streets of London. Nini and her friend took me to a nice restaurant yesterday."

"Oh, I didn't expect Asuka to have learned to treat others with delicious food."

After greeting the gatekeeper, the two walked out along the transparent crystal bridge.

The swirling magical currents beneath the abyss appeared even more profound and eerie in the night, as if countless pairs of eyes were lurking there, watching over them.

Just as the bird's toes stepped off the long bridge and onto the bluestone slabs of the outer street.

Buzz—! ! !

A familiar yet piercing magical alarm blared once again over London!

Boom! Boom!

Before the two could react, the sky over London changed dramatically.

Countless thick red beams of light descended from the sky, like giant cages, crashing into the intersections of every major street.

Tens of thousands of complex magical arrays intertwined and emerged in mid-air, connecting and interlocking to form translucent red barriers covering the entire city.

"What happened?" Shinobu asked in surprise.

Looking at the magical barrier overhead that completely locked down the entire block, Asuka's brows furrowed.

Could it be another black dragon uprising? This commotion is even bigger than yesterday's.

And... what's with this smell?

Suddenly, a strong, nauseating smell of blood filled the air.

Black and red spiritual energy danced in his eyes, and the image of the black-haired woman who had tried to strip him of his will in his dream appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

"Could it be that persistent ghost again?"

Even a clay figure has a temper, let alone someone constantly being chased and harassed like this. Flying Bird's eyes were filled with rage: "Do you really think I wouldn't dare to go on a killing spree here? Daring to chase you all the way here, you're practically courting death!"

However, Asuka guessed wrong this time.

The reason for this city-wide alert was not Camilla, the fairytale dragon who appeared in his dream.

Instead, he is an underrated piece of trash and a monster who shouldn't be here.

Let's rewind a little over ten minutes.

In central London, at the corner headquarters building, with the execution square in front.

This central square, a symbol of London's authority, is adorned with statues of outstanding magicians throughout history and is only used for festivals and important announcements.

At this moment, five figures exuding terrifying pressure stood in the center of the square, like five unshakeable gods, ready for battle.

Captain Wolfgang of the Divine Punishment leaned on his cane, his eyes deep behind his sunglasses, while Captain Milius of the Holy Orders had her eyes closed and her hands clasped devoutly together in front of her chest.

Spellcaster Captain Roy adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, remaining silent, while Manager Captain Harry Shak yawned, lost in thought.

Captain Sullivan, who should have been directing the Sabre Team in their search, was also standing there.

Her expression was solemn, and the murderous aura emanating from her was so intense it seemed to freeze into ice.

Beneath the enormous circular dome, apart from Captain Bruno, who was on patrol duty, Captain Trombone, who was repairing and guarding the ranches around London, and Captain Sakkarian, the development team leader who spent most of his time in the laboratory, the other five highest-ranking officers of the horn stood here.

"Roy, have the coordinates been locked?" Wolfgang, the unspoken captain, asked.

Roy nodded, his already charcoal-black face turning even more grim: "The signal source is the Sabre Team's key coin. He's initiating a one-way spatial teleportation, and the destination is ten meters ahead of us."

Just a short while ago, the emergency communication at the tip of the horn was made by Brad from Sabre Squad 7.

The other party did not report anything to the corner, but simply made sure that the captains here understood their current situation.

He was breathing heavily, vomiting blood, and trembling with extreme fear.

However, Brad did not act like a complete scoundrel.

When his will was completely shattered by the inhuman pressure of Arcadon and he faced the threat of death, he made a choice that his opponent never expected.

He neither opened the portal to the Great Library he spoke of, nor did he attempt to escape himself.

Instead, he used his own life as bait to teleport that terrifying evil star directly to the gate of the most heavily guarded corner headquarters in London!

"That Brad... he actually has that kind of guts." Captain Sullivan swore to himself, "I guarantee your blood won't be shed in vain."

"Here it comes!" Harry Shak spat out the chewing gum bubbles in his mouth and suddenly formed a hand seal in front of his chest.

Sizzle—!

With a piercing sound like tearing fabric, space was forcibly ripped open by a pair of invisible giant hands, and a spatial gate emitting a ghostly blue light was clearly formed.

Immediately afterwards, a young man covered in blood and wearing a tattered uniform rolled out of the portal like a rag doll and crashed heavily onto the marble floor of the square.

"Brad—!!"

A mixture of grief and rage flashed in Captain Sullivan's eyes.

She gripped the longsword at her waist tightly, the scabbard humming under the surge of magic.

Brad was in a terrible state at this moment. His left arm was gone, and half of his face was swollen and covered with bruises and blood.

But he was not trembling because of this.

When he saw the high and mighty captains around him, a resolute, bitter smile appeared on his face, which was originally filled with fear and cowardice.

"Captain Sullivan... Sirs..."

As Brad vomited blood, he gripped the stone slab of the ground tightly with his only remaining right hand: "I, Brad... am a talentless idiot..."

"But... I'm still a member of the Sabre Team, after all!!!"

He abruptly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the deep darkness of the portal, and let out the loudest and most tragic roar of his life: "The Sabre Squad's dictionary... has never contained the words 'surrender to monsters'!!!"

"You arrogant monster, open your dog eyes and take a look! This is London's top fighting force!!!"

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