Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

Then, in an instant, Kujo Toru abandoned the plan.

Because he could sense that the creature sleeping inside the Holy Bone Sword was showing signs of waking up.

If it were to collide with the Kusanagi, no one could say for sure what would happen.

He took a light breath.

The flames on the surface of the hunting robe burned ever brighter.

The clear, bright light of the blade stretched for dozens of meters before being captured by Kujo Tetsu.

With an aura that could cleave the heavens and earth, it slashed straight down at the raging dragon!

I demand it!

A dazzling golden flame, mixed with foul air and blood-red light, shot into the sky.

Wild air currents and shockwaves spread outwards.

The hill was cut away by almost half.

The rubble filled in the canyon that had just been carved out.

Bishamonten could barely open his eyes and could only hold tightly to the mane of the mongoose to keep himself from being blown away.

"Big black!"

The crisp sound drowned out the noisy wind.

A god with short pink hair suddenly appeared beside her.

As she called out, the burly man behind her transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into her hand, becoming a folding fan.

Then, he slapped it out forcefully.

A gale, also imbued with the aura of the underworld, howled out, clashing with the dissipating aftershocks.

Where the two forces clashed, the air twisted and creaked.

Although this gale seemed weak compared to the center of the Prison Dragon Break, it was still enough to withstand the aftershocks.

Meanwhile, Hiyori Iki could only watch helplessly as the terrifying aftershocks hurtled towards her.

Everything happened too fast. She had barely reacted when her body was already being carried away by the airflow, her feet dangling in the air and unable to support her weight.

She shielded her head with her hands. The gravel mixed with wood chips, sharper than a blade in the gale, sliced ​​open her arm, and blood slowly flowed out before being swept away.

At the critical moment, a golden streak flashed in her vision, and then a large hand reached out from under her armpit, wrapped around her chest, and pulled her down from the storm.

A warm current flowed from the wound, making Hiyori Iki feel somewhat comfortable.

But this comfort was quickly shattered by the pain coming from his buttocks.

"hiss……"

Looking at Kujo Toru, who had ruthlessly thrown her to the ground, even the girl, who always respected the gods, couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

Kujo Toru completely ignored her little tantrum, and simply gave her a word of advice:

"You stay here and don't wander around."

The girl then realized where she was.

The surrounding walls were made of wood that looked very old, and there was a faint smell of decay in the air. Behind them was an ancient well that seemed to have no bottom.

Kujo Toru had previously discovered that there was an unknown power in this small shrine and the sacred tree outside, which would quietly subside as it approached, no matter how strong the aftershocks were.

Even if the entire Higurashi Shrine and the mountaintop disappeared, these two would still stand in the same place, unchanged.

He wasn't confident he could spare the time to protect Hiyori Iki, so keeping her here was the best safe haven.

After saying that, Kujo Toru went out again and rescued the Higurashi family, who were flying around aimlessly in the air, and brought them to this small shrine as well.

Yato went out again, and somehow he stood up again. Despite his injuries, he fought alongside Bishamonten and Kofuku, who had arrived at the battlefield, against the clam.

The blade flashed and sparks flew.

The scale of the event was quite impressive.

Rumbling thunder echoed in the air, carrying far and wide.

The violent air currents never stopped.

The battle was extremely fierce.

It's unclear whether using the Hell Dragon Strike twice in a row put a strain on the clam, or if he was simply enjoying the battle. At this moment, he was simply wielding the Heavenly Cloud Sword against his enemy.

However, the god who had fallen into demonhood had truly reached the level of a great demon. Even so, the three gods were basically being overwhelmed by him alone.

If Bishamonten hadn't decisively abandoned his twin pistols and switched to a sword to engage in close combat with the clam, sharing the burden with Yato, there would have been casualties by now.

"Still not willing to give up?!"

With a single sword, the clam and its companion cleaved the earth with a simple strike, creating ravines that stretched out in all directions.

Bishamonten was sent flying backwards.

"In this day and age, humans have long forgotten the gods; they have chosen to embrace monsters!"

Clench your left fist and punch it out forcefully.

The air was compressed to an extreme degree, distorting the scenery. Then, a gale arose, directly scattering the airflow that Xiao Fu had created and sending her flying.

"Why should we protect them?!"

The gleaming blade was instantly severed.

Her long, silvery-white hair danced wildly in the wind.

The clam struck Yukine with a heavy sword, producing a long, resonant sound, and then kicked Yato directly in the abdomen.

boom.

A small blast of air spreads from the point of contact.

Yato's body transformed into a shooting star, crashing heavily to the ground. Yukine slipped from his grasp and landed upside down beside him.

The blade reflected the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Almost in the blink of an eye, all the gods were defeated.

The clam slowly raised its head, looked at Kujo Toru who came out of the shrine, raised the Kusanagi sword in its hand, and pointed it at him from afar.

"You want to establish a new order, don't you? Why don't you come with me, storm Takamagahara, destroy this old world, and a new era will be reborn from the corpses!"

The cloud-like cloud gave him immense confidence.

As long as this all-powerful sword exists, in this era of weakened gods, no one can stop him.

The blond sorcerer won't do, Yato won't do, and even the lofty "Heaven" won't do!

Of all the gods, only Kujo Toru could still make him slightly wary.

But there was only a little, not much.

After saying this, he remained silent and waited for the other party's response.

If they disagree, he will simply have to expend more effort to crush everyone.

Kujo Toru silently sheathed the divine sword.

He lowered his body, pressing his left thumb firmly onto the hilt of the sword.

This is the starting stance for Iaijutsu.

The attitude is self-evident.

Just those two strikes that broke through the Prison Dragon's Strike had already burned away more than half of the spiritual power within his body.

However, instead of restraining himself, Kujo Toru poured even more spiritual energy into his power, pushing it to its peak.

According to his estimation, one would need to reach at least level 30 in spiritual power to confront a powerful demon head-on.

Level 30 and the current level 25 are not only worlds apart, but also an insurmountable gap.

To bridge this gap, he can only rely on advanced swordsmanship and the blessing of his guardian spirit.

One decisive strike!

This is the only chance!

If that fails, he will have no choice but to resort to the final decisive measure.

Golden flames surged.

The foul air in the world was converging towards the demonic sword.

An indescribable pressure was exerted on the minds of all the gods and humans who were still conscious.

My body was trembling involuntarily.

That was a fear that came from the very soul.

Let alone providing assistance, even getting close to them is difficult.

There wasn't a single cloud in the night sky, and the moonlight shone down on the two of them without any obstruction.

All was quiet.

It seems the whole world is waiting for the final result.

Just then, the roar of the engine broke the silence and attracted everyone's attention.

In the gloomy night sky, a black phantom, trailing a long, eerie blue tail of flame and leaving a trail of snow-white clouds behind it, hurtled straight toward this place.

The red lights flashed under the fuselage, turning into streaks of light that pierced the sky.

In just a few seconds, it crossed over the former site of Higurashi Shrine.

The massive airflow forced Hiyori Iki to lower her body and lie flat against the wooden door of the shrine.

What followed was a sound like muffled thunder cutting through the air.

Has it already attracted significant attention in the modern world?

Kujo Toru was initially surprised by the speed of the outside world's reaction.

But after thinking about it more carefully, he felt relieved.

After all, this is a large metropolis with millions of people.

The boundary line was broken, and the mortal world was no longer an imperceptible other side, not to mention that there were more than a dozen people controlled by the masked demon who were broadcasting live on site.

People elsewhere might mistake this for a composite video or something, but anyone actually in this city can see the monstrous black tide that blots out the sky as soon as they look up.

Therefore, the relevant departments had already taken notice of it in the very beginning.

Then, the hurricane that brought destruction to all things suddenly appeared, and the already terrifying monster tide was swept away in one fell swoop.

Then, even though it was the middle of the night, a second sun suddenly rose in the sky, crashing down on the city like an asteroid hitting the earth.

Until that earth-shattering, massive clash of swords, the entire city was hit by a terrifying shockwave. Although no one died, the injuries and damage were incalculable.

No matter how hard they find it to understand or how much they don't want to believe it, they have to face this cruel reality.

Measures must be taken, and on-site reconnaissance must be conducted.

As for why it was the legendary Evangelion Unit-01 that came...

Kujo Toru didn't understand either.

Perhaps they felt that Unit-01 had some kind of advantage? Like EVA?

The blond sorcerer had overlooked this point from the very beginning.

Over the course of a thousand years, through the Heian, Kamakura, Tokugawa, and Meiji eras, he has witnessed countless changes in the upper echelons, which has led him to subconsciously overlook the existence of the current rulers.

When people live long enough, they become quite insensitive to certain things, thus doing things that are quite incomprehensible to others.

That's how the blond sorcerer is now.

The good news is that he is unaware of the current developments and is still wondering about Kujo Toru's condition.

How come this God of War hasn't been corrupted by faith yet?

"The footage has been transmitted from the front, and the satellite is now aligned."

"Send the video over!"