Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

However, the moment the first team member with a gun rushed into the elevator, what appeared around the corner was not a person collapsed and unconscious, but a meat cleaver coming down on his head.

"Tsk, nice helmet."

Kerry pulled the knife out of the way that had only grazed the man's nose and kicked the still-stunned corpse away.

Then, he picked up his shotgun, turned the corner, and fired a shot.

This shotgun, sponsored by Senzaemon Nakiri, is a modified version that can fire two cluster pellets in a single shot. It also has a good magazine capacity and is semi-automatic.

Of course, shotguns aren't necessarily the best choice for short to medium-range combat, but they are certainly suitable for someone like Kerry whose shooting skills aren't yet very refined.

The loud firing sound accompanied the bullet bursting from the smoothbore, and the recoil caused Kerry, who was holding onto the hospital elevator's handrail, and the elevator to jolt.

The scattered bullets also splashed onto people who couldn't retreat in time, and blood splattered in the corridor.

Accompanied by screams, Kerry appeared, weapons raised.

"boom!"

After the second shot was fired, Kerry paused for a moment, then immediately raised his knife and began the massacre.

However, the other party still had some ability to fight back, and even seemed to have experience in firearms combat training.

The group of men around the corner immediately opened fire on Kerry.

Normally, Kerry would start acting like a zombie at this time.

However, now that his physical condition has improved, this pistol loaded with some kind of small-caliber bullet is no longer enough to make Kerry lose his balance. As long as he can withstand the tearing pain in his body, he can continue.

Adrenaline! Get out here!

Then, the group, whose magazines were empty, were horrified to discover that their opponent, whose body was riddled with holes, was still swinging his weapon forward.

The female project manager, who witnessed this scene on the surveillance camera, was completely dumbfounded.

No, which research institute's findings are you referring to?

We are also here studying how to use the data left over from this wartime period and a very valuable sample of material to use drugs and sex addiction to keep people submissive. The progress is slow, and the finished products are all irrational and extremely dangerous.

So you've all started biochemically modifying humans, haven't you?

With this kind of combat ability—taking bullets to the face and slashing through blast-resistant heads with knives—are you guys planning to do a dozen or so modifications to create Space Marines wielding chainsaw swords and pistols? What's the point of researching this then?

Seeing that the well-trained squads were completely wiped out by Kree in just a few dozen seconds, dying even faster than the heirs of the well-trained doctors when playing Europa Universalis, and that Kree had already begun to capture survivors and torture them by the windowsill.

The person in charge of researching the shattered Dao Heart was preparing to flee at lightning speed. The data was important, but his own life was more important!

She studied and did research so hard so that she could enjoy life, not so that she could die in some corner.

"Execution data destruction!"

She gave the order and rushed out of an ordinary doctor's office on the second floor. She went straight outside down the stairs.

"Damn it, if they actually find out my location, I'm doomed. The Metropolitan Police Department's backup will be here within 20 minutes..."

"But I can wait outside for a while. Maybe the Metropolitan Police Department can catch those guys, and I'll immediately submit a report to keep them as new test subjects."

Meanwhile, Kerry, who was by the window pushing someone out inch by inch to interrogate them about the behind-the-scenes situation, spotted someone running frantically from the ever-lit area in front of the hospital.

Without hesitation, Kerry took off his favorite shotgun and belt and threw them on the ground. Then he jumped onto the windowsill on one foot.

"Wait! No! No! I really don't know!"

The tortured person, having discovered Kerry's behavior, let out a hysterical scream of panic.

In such a situation, the most important things are to destroy the data and kill the researchers. If the data has already been uploaded to the cloud or other places, the researchers must die.

The door below is now locked, and Kirito and the other person seem to be fighting or captured. There are no messages in the chat room.

The person running away in a panic below may not necessarily be a research member, but these armed protectors may genuinely not know who the researchers are. They need to capture at least one high-ranking hospital official, so guarding the exit is crucial.

After all, if the data is still there, they might do the same thing again at some time and place, and Kerry might not be able to find it this time.

Under the bright full moon of spring, Kerry leaped slightly from the terrace with the prisoner he had captured.

Like a true ancestor falling from the ancient city, Kree closed his eyes slightly, then opened them, enjoying the sound of the wind in his ears and the things rushing past, savoring the stimulation that almost made his body faint.

The person in charge, who was running downstairs with a bag in her hand, was thinking about what to do next. Of the three known attackers, one was locked on the roof because the elevator and stairs were unusable, and the other two were locked in the basement with the experimental subjects. There shouldn't be anything too scary... Bang! She suddenly heard two loud noises beside her.

She turned around in horror and saw two humanoid figures lying on the ground, their flesh mangled and bloody.

"Ahhh!"

She screamed in terror, startling the night patrol guards who were just there for their regular shifts.

But then something even more terrifying happened: the part of the two pools of flesh and blood that was wearing a hospital gown began to rapidly merge together.

"Tsk! I'll definitely have to replace this knife later. It hurts quite a bit."

Kerry punched his ear, spitting out a spray of blood, and moved the bones in his body that were slowly piecing themselves back together, watching the woman in the white coat who had gone up to him, looking very polite.

At this moment, Kerry's eyes were just ordinary, but in the eyes of the person in charge, his eyes seemed to have a scarlet color that far surpassed that of the experimental subjects.

101

Chapter 101 Starburst Stream Slash!

On the other side, Kirito was swinging his katana with all his might, but these monsters seemed to have gone mad, unafraid of any weapon or injury.

Moreover, the number increases as you go further back.

Those bald, dark red heads came rushing in.

Kirito ducks low, draws his sword, and performs a horizontal slash. Then he twists his waist backward to rotate the blade, turning his body sideways towards the crowd with the blade facing the enemy.

Instantly, blood gushed from those creatures' bodies, and some monsters had their abdomens or hands sliced ​​open by the blade.

However, even with their internal organs spilling out, they didn't care at all. Dragging their flowing gastrointestinal tracts, their scarlet eyes were still fixed on Kirito.

"Woman! Woman!"

Those beast-like growls continued to emanate from their throats.

They were probably test subjects for those drugs, and most likely those drugs that drove the sewer creatures mad were just their excrement. These things were extremely fast and their strength was far beyond that of ordinary humans.

However, their loss of reason made them far less terrifying than the Deep Ones who could use weapons.

However, the place was too small. Kirito straightened up, twisted his wrist, and stepped on the back wall with one foot, trying again to use the huge rotational force of his waist to launch a horizontal slash.

"Crack!"

The knife was embedded in the body of an experimental subject, but the subject did not fall down, and the blade failed to penetrate through.

Instead, the other test subjects took the opportunity to grab his wrists, one hand reaching for his chest, while others reached for his hands and feet.

The cramped space and the large number of people made it difficult to wield the katana effectively.

Even as he tried to use his katana to sever the first test subject's spine, the subject was still trying to lick his hand.

Kirito finally released the knife and pushed away the thing that was lunging at him with bloodshot eyes, like a pile of rotten flesh.

He was quite strong, and he managed to push two of them away with his powerful push. However, there were simply too many test subjects, and their fearless spirit kept Kirito running around in circles.

Looking at the gun barrels that were poised and ready to pounce on him like teddy bears, Kirito shrank back into the corner in despair.

His palms were sweating profusely.

This was the most tense he had ever been since he started working with Kerry and Kazuma.

Since there are no hostages, this kind of urgency shouldn't apply to the undead.

Because of their immortal nature, it is destined that the enemy should be the one to fear them. Death is just another new beginning for them, and they can keep challenging themselves and continuing to fight even after failure.

But things are different now, they're not the same anymore.

He was afraid that his corpse would be teleported to Kree's side. He was afraid that when he was teleported to Kree's side, his back door would be facing upwards, and his body would be filled with the Ultimate Bladder Sword.

That would be more painful than letting him sleep forever.

"Ya! Yada! I...I don't want to lose!"

Kirito reached for his waist; he remembered that Kerry had allocated stun grenades there. He was about to fight these things to the death.

However, when I reached into my waist, I was met with a cold hand.

This...this is...my curved blade?!

So, you've always been by my side!

Kirito did not take out a stun grenade, nor did he draw his twin blades in a cross shape as usual.

Instead, he simply grabs the two swords with his hands and pulls them straight out, which is to say, he grips the blades with his hands in reverse.

At this moment, many images flashed through Kirito's mind. He was a little clumsy at first, but eventually became skilled and began to twist his waist and turn around.

He abandoned all the standard kendo movements, the PvP and PvE wisdom he learned while playing SAO, and abandoned martial arts altogether. All that remained in his mind was the image of Krina fearlessly charging into groups of monsters to kill, and the kendo power techniques he had practiced as a child that his body still reflexively used.

He no longer cared whether his body would accidentally come into contact with those grotesque things that seemed to be still steaming and had already started to ooze juice as soon as they got close to him. Instead, he gripped the blade with his backhand and kept slashing wildly, like a whirlwind of turtle punches.

It's here! This is the feeling!

Ignoring the blood splattering all around him, Kirito wielded his twin swords with increasing ease, like a double-curved sword technique, or a demon's chaotic dance.

"Starburst Stream Slash!!"

"Click!"

Kerry, dragging someone down the elevator, heard Kirito shouting as soon as the door opened.

"what!"

Kirito's originally high fighting spirit vanished like a group member who had just finished charging in only to find out halfway through that his opponent was his mother, Nana.

This kind of desperate outburst, where you shout out the name of your move without regard for anything else, is certainly cool when you're surrounded by opponents.

However, if someone I know sees me yelling something like "Starburst Stream Slash" while I'm fighting... that would be too embarrassing!

"Keep an eye on this person; she's the researcher for this experiment. I'll go and guard the gate."

Kerry, who had been worried that the two would be captured and had instead kidnapped the woman to use her authority to save the day, nodded.

Pretending nothing had happened, I walked back to the elevator.

Kirito breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the elevator doors slowly close.

Phew! Luckily, Kerry is always reliable and steady, so everyone tacitly pretended not to see it...