Anime Crossover: Post-Apocalyptic Survival, My Stand is the World

at this time.

Just as all the girls held their breath, waiting for the final assault to begin.

A girl's voice, full of elegance and joy, as if she were enjoying a wonderful stage play, suddenly and unexpectedly resounded through the huge loudspeaker at the top of the clock tower, like a divine whisper, clearly echoing throughout the night sky.

“Alaaa…”

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"Everyone's finally here."

"!"

It's that woman's voice!

Everyone in 297 felt a sudden chill run down their spines!

They've been discovered?

impossible!

Their actions should have been absolutely secretive, thanks to Kato Ena's almost "outside the rules" aura of secrecy!

However, at the top of the clock tower, before the enormous clock face filled with Gothic style, stood a petite and stunningly beautiful figure dressed in red and black spirit dress—Kurumi Tokisaki.

The crimson moonlight outlined her slender yet dangerous silhouette.

She lowered her head, looking down at the few tiny figures below, like ants, at their supposedly flawless encirclement, a smile of pleasure and morbidity spreading across her face.

"So."

Her voice carried a hint of joyful laughter, as if announcing the start of a new chapter.

"The second grand feast..."

"Let's begin!"

Chapter 150 The Swordsman's Request

Let's rewind a few hours.

"In the end, we will be like the sharpest dagger, piercing straight into the enemy's heart."

When Yukino Yukinoshita, with her cool and rational voice, announced the conclusion of the entire battle plan, which was both insane and logically flawless.

A long, suffocating silence fell over the temporary command post.

Everyone's eyes fell on the huge holographic electronic map.

It landed on the final target point that Yukino had marked with the most dazzling blood red, as "S-rank - Absolute Danger".

—The Bell Tower of the Capital.

And that god-like enemy who entrenched himself here, who seemed to have transformed the entire building into his own divine kingdom.

—Kurumi Tokisaki.

The air was thick with a heavy atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing.

Each person's breath felt as heavy as lead.

The constantly flashing red warning boxes on the 3D map, like pairs of ominous eyes, silently tell of the cruelty and danger of this final battle.

"Will this... really work?"

"Can we... really win?"

"do not know."

The one who answered her was Kasumigaoka Utaha.

For once, she didn't unleash her sharp tongue, which was usually enough to break anyone's defenses. Instead, her wine-red eyes, which were always full of wisdom and playfulness, were now filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

Her fingertips were unconsciously tracing patterns on the cold tabletop, as if she were conducting some kind of complex simulation, yet unable to find an optimal solution.

“But…” Her gaze slowly swept over everyone present, down to Yukino’s face, which was pale from intense concentration but remained as resolute as iron.

Finally, her gaze fell on the man who hadn't uttered a word from beginning to end, simply leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, as if he were an outsider.

"We have no way out."

Yes.

There is no escape route.

This battle is not about the outcome of a game, but about the future of all of them, and even all the survivors in this stronghold.

You can only win, not lose.

however--

Just when the atmosphere was so heavy that even the air seemed to solidify into a solid form.

A calm, clear voice, sharp as a drawn sword, broke the suffocating silence without warning.

"Su Chenjun".

Yes, Saeko Busujima.

The purple-haired older sister, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, meticulously wiping her beloved sword "Murata" with a piece of clean white silk as if she were treating her most cherished lover, had somehow stood up.

She walked slowly to the center of the conference table, down to the tactical map that exuded an aura of death.

Her beautiful eyes, which were always filled with calmness and serenity, were now burning with an unprecedented flame of fighting spirit, as if it wanted to completely cut off all obstacles in its path.

“Before the final assault officially begins,” her voice was calm, yet filled with an undeniable determination befitting a top-tier swordsman,

"Please allow me and Bingtang to..." She glanced at the rock girl beside her, who, sensing the somber atmosphere, had also suppressed her usual carefree attitude, but still wore an eager expression.

"Let me clear away some unnecessary obstacles for you first."

"obstacle?"

Su Chen raised an eyebrow, finally snapping out of his "outsider" state.

"Yes."

Saeko nodded without the slightest hesitation.

She extended her long, beautiful fingers, calloused from years of sword practice, and tapped them heavily on the holographic screen.

Her fingertips seemed to carry a sharp sword aura, causing the virtual image to sway slightly.

With perfect precision, her fingertip landed on an independent energy node outside the clock tower of the capital, which was constantly flashing a dazzling red light.

There, there was an unremarkable, abandoned power relay station.

"here."

Her voice turned somewhat cold, carrying the focused intensity of someone locking onto their prey.

"Based on Yukinoshita's analysis just now, it is one of the three energy centers that maintain the energy supply of the 'Shadow Legion' around the entire clock tower. It is also the closest to us, the weakest in defense, and the most vulnerable to being decapitated."

"If we can destroy it, the number of enemies and the pressure we will face when we launch the final offensive will be reduced by at least one-third."

"..."

"..."

After hearing her tactical and even audacious statement, everyone present was stunned.

Even Kasumigaoka Utaha, who always considered herself the team's "strategist," looked at this classical beauty, whom she had always regarded as a "pure martial arts fighter," with some surprise.

No one expected that this swordsman, who seemed the least eloquent and out of place in modern warfare, would possess such keen strategic vision and decisive judgment.

"This is too dangerous."

Yukino Yukinoshita was the first to object. She immediately pulled up the detailed data for that area, and cold red warning messages kept refreshing on the virtual screen in front of her.

"Although that place is not the core area, according to the energy readings transmitted by 'Skynet' last time, there are at least a hundred of Kurumi's 'self-destructing clones' and elite 'patrolmen' stationed there."

She looked at Saeko, her tone still cool, but with a hint of obvious worry in it.

"You two (Liao Nuo Zhao) think you can break in with just the two of you... That's not tactical, that's tantamount to suicide."

"How will you know if you don't try? Yukinoshita-san."

Saeko's face revealed a stunning smile, brimming with the confidence and arrogance of a swordsman.

That smile, like a plum blossom blooming in winter, was pure and full of vitality.

She didn't look at anyone else, nor did she try to explain the success rate or risk assessment.

Instead, she fixed her burning, warlike gaze, imbued with an undeniable sense of oppression, on the man who was the only one capable of making the final decision.

"Su Chenjun".

She looked at him and said in an almost solemn tone, as if making an oath:

"Consider it our offering, as newlyweds, to you, our 'King'..."

"The first pledge of allegiance."

Chapter 151 A Concerto of Sword and Song

Chapter 151 A Concerto of Sword and Song

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.

Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building Clock Tower, eastern perimeter.

On the ruins of a long-abandoned park called "Shinjuku Central Park".

Saeko Busujima and Michiru Hyodo, like two shadows blending into their surroundings, silently lurked behind a broken wall.

The cold wind blowing through the ruins stirred up dust and withered leaves, creating a desolate sound that provided natural cover for their stealth.

Their gazes, like the most sophisticated locking radar, were all simultaneously cast towards the distance.

The energy node hidden in the entrance of the abandoned subway station.

That's the first fatal weakness of Tokisaki Kurumi's "Castle of Death".

Streams of time energy, invisible to the naked eye and filled with an ominous aura, slowly seeped out from the dark entrance, like the breath of a venomous snake, distorting the surrounding light.

However, getting close to it is not easy.

Because, around the subway station entrance, like the most loyal gargoyle guards, lurked a kind of monster they had never seen before.

That monster wasn't very big, only about half a person's height, and looked like a giant bat without an outer shell, with grayish-black skin.

They have no eyes; where facial features should be, there is only smooth skin on their faces. They have only a pair of disproportionately large, radar-like ears that slowly rotate, and a gaping maw covered with razor-sharp fangs.

They hung silently upside down on the surrounding ruins, motionless, as if they had been dead for a thousand years, completely blending into this desolate wasteland.

But both Saeko and Michiru could clearly sense the dangerous and alarming aura emanating from them.

It was a stillness like a spring compressed to its limit, ready to unleash a deadly attack at any moment.

"[Sonar Monster]".

Saeko heard Kasumigaoka Utaha's solemn voice coming from the command post far behind.

“According to the scanning analysis by ‘Skynet,’ this monster has no sight, but is extremely sensitive to sound and vibration.” Her voice was calm and professional, as if she were deciphering a cold experimental report.

"Their hearing range is at least 500 meters. Any sound exceeding 20 decibels will instantly activate them from their dormant state. Your heartbeats are already within their critical detection range."

"In other words..." Yukino Yukinoshita added in an equally cold voice, pinpointing the crux of the problem.

"Stealth is ineffective against them. Any attempt to approach them in the conventional way will be detected in advance. We cannot get close to that energy node without alerting them."

"..."

"..."

A brief silence fell over the communication channel.

This is a dead end.

A trap set specifically to restrain assassins and stalkers.

Any silent approach is tantamount to walking into a trap.

However, just when everyone was at a loss, even Yukino and Utaha in the back were rapidly conducting tactical simulations, trying to find a way to break the deadlock.