Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

Mercury, sitting on the roof of the car, was taken aback. The mocking smile on his lips did not disappear; instead, it deepened.

interesting.

That's so interesting.

This guy is brave.

Sylvie, sitting to the side, simply watched the scene quietly, her expression as always carrying a faint sadness, showing no fear of death whatsoever.

However, her gaze inadvertently drifted towards Mercury, and there seemed to be some worry in her eyes.

"It's okay," Mercury patted her head, comforting her, "It's just a groundhog's provocation, it's cute~"

Sylvie nodded expressionlessly.

His powerful and confident demeanor soothed the slight turmoil in her heart.

This resulted in a bizarre scene: on one side, there were menacing cultists.

On the other hand, there was the father and daughter duo eating popcorn, still acting as if nothing was wrong.

They even had time to comment on how nice the clothes on the other side looked.

"That's enough!"

Seeing this absurd scene, Integula immediately rebuked, "Maxwell! That's our guest! Do you, the Ilcariots, want to start a full-scale war?!"

The woman with long blonde hair stood at the front of the crowd, her cold and hard aura no less than that of the tense and ready-to-fight cultists.

Mercury was brought by her. If she were to let them fight right under her nose today, it would be a complete falling out, a fight to the death.

"Shut up! You lowly wretch!" Maxwell's face was equally ferocious. Unwilling to watch the holy son he had just obtained, he strode away.

But if a full-scale war were to break out with Hellsing, even with the Son of God as a trump card, the Vatican would pay an unimaginable price.

The old Pope would certainly not allow him to escalate the situation to an unmanageable point.

Mercury, on the roof of the car, seemed completely oblivious to the confrontation between the two. He raised his hand and snapped another photo of the tense, stiff-bodied cultists.

The flash of light was like a slap in the face to all the believers.

Look! Their holy son doesn't take them seriously at all!

Just as Mercury was about to take the second picture, his finger stopped on the screen, and he looked at the caller ID with some surprise.

"Yoshimura Ett?"

……

the other side.

Neon lights, Chiba City, in front of the Beast Group's headquarters.

The atmosphere here was terrifyingly tense. The two groups stared at each other, neither willing to give way.

On one side were the CCG's half-human members, led by Saito Marude and Kishou Arima, dressed in colorful armor like futuristic warriors.

On one side was the beast group led by Yoshimura Eto, and in front of them were roaring monsters that looked like bio-engineered meatballs.

This is a clash between armor and flesh.

"What exactly do you want in order to hand him over?" Marude Sai stepped forward and asked loudly.

He's not here to start a war today; he's just here to get people out of trouble.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if it comes at a heavy price.

"To whom?"

Yoshimura Eto chuckled, arms crossed, casually surveying the area ahead. "Mr. Marude, you need evidence to back up your claims. You CCG can't just throw accusations at us because you have more people, can you?"

"Whatever you want, as long as you can get those two back, I can give you anything you need." Marude Sai didn't waste any words and stated his demands directly.

At this moment, he didn't seem like a commander who had everything under control; instead, he seemed like an overly worried old father.

"Oh~ you're looking for those two mice? I can't make that decision." Yoshimura Eto drawled, his smile deepening.

It would have been fine if those two guys hadn't come in, but since they've already infiltrated, it's a slap in the face to the Beast Group.

This is a matter of face, so it's not something that can be easily let go.

"Give me some face." Arima Kishou, who had been standing silently next to Marude Sai, suddenly spoke up.

His eyes were fixed on her silently.

Yoshimura Eto's nonchalant smile faltered slightly the moment Arima Kishou spoke.

She gave him a deep look.

He was, after all, a former king of Aogiri Tree, and we had a relationship with him.

With a sigh, she said helplessly, "I'll make a phone call."

Although Mercury may not care about this at all, a leader is a leader.

……

The camera cuts back to the museum.

Mercury stared at the four words "Yoshimura Etto" on his phone screen, raising an eyebrow slightly.

The next second, he swiped to answer the call.

Ignoring everyone present, he chatted for a few minutes, then his tone was clearly surprised.

"What did you say? What do you mean CCG members transformed into Armor Heroes and came looking for trouble?"

"It doesn't matter, it's up to you to choose."

"Face? What face? This isn't some elementary school 'Don't leave after school' thing."

"Go back? There are some interesting groundhogs here. They seem completely unaffected by any provocation. I wonder if they've been abandoned by God."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

Maxwell's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he no longer cared about the Royal Order of Knights.

With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Take the Holy Son back! Do not harm him!"

Upon receiving the order, the cultists immediately surrounded Mercury, cautiously extending their hands, lest they harm their holy son.

"Stop! Max..."

"Shut up, you sow!" Maxwell glared at her menacingly. "This is a Vatican matter! It's none of your business!"

No one present seemed to notice that their two strongest fighters were unusually silent at this moment.

Accardo leaned against the pillar, his scarlet pupils showing no intention of making a move. Instead, he seemed like a spectator, lightly tapping his thigh with his fingertips as he stared intently at the roof of the car.

Anderson gripped the three swords, his muscles tense, yet he didn't rush forward immediately. His eyes were fixed on Mercury, as if he were assessing something.

next second...

"Sylvie, close your eyes."

The moment the words fell.

For every pilgrim who attempted to touch Mercury, fine salt began to swirl from their palms.

One second? Or even less?

By the time everyone present realized what had happened, there was nothing left around Mercury except for the pure white salt.

The believers, who had formed a circle around the car, were instantly assimilated.

They couldn't even resist or scream.

For the first time, the grimace on Maxwell's face cracked, turning into genuine fear.

"This...this is the power of the Lord...!"

Mercury remained on the phone, not even glancing at them.

"Who...who exactly are you?!" Anderson stared at him in silence.

Is this the process of making "holy salt"?

It is neither the holiness of the Son of God nor the defilement of heresy.

It was a power that transcended both, a power that even made the sacred object in his hand tremble.

Mercury clearly didn't want to pay attention to them and continued making the phone call.

"Yes, yes, ask them where they got those armors."

"What do you mean Marutei wants to invite me to dinner? Are we that close?"

"Drinking? That's fine."

Upon seeing this, Accardo finally couldn't help but chuckle, the laughter growing louder and louder, filled with a manic joy:

"Hahahaha... How reckless! Are you even capable of killing me?!"

Integula took a deep breath, stubbed out his cigarette, and stepped forward. "You dog, take your men and get out of here! Hellsing will remember this."

Maxwell's lips trembled as he looked at the salt stains scattered on the ground and the Holy Son, whom even Anderson feared. He finally recognized an incredibly humiliating truth.

They don't even have the right to make the other party take it seriously.

The sunlight fell on the boy, without any halo of holiness, only a rampant chaos.

All of this seemed like the most absurd joke God had ever played.

The Holy Son they desperately and devoutly welcomed

From beginning to end, I only treated them as a boring joke to pass the time.