Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

"My name is the bird of Hermes, which devours its own wings to drive its own heart!"

As the chanting ended, the River of Death in Accardo spread out completely, and countless souls rose from the tide of blood, howling, roaring, and devouring everything.

The streets of London twisted in a river of blood as Arcado unleashed what had been devoured over centuries: the warring Yenichean Legion, the Wallachian army, civilians, modern armies, and vampires!

Everything that had been devoured over the past 500 years crawled out of hell with the opening of the River of Death.

Countless hordes of zombies advanced relentlessly, crushing everything in their path, from vampires to ordinary British civilians.

The person responsible for all of this was dressed in medieval armor and had a face that resembled that of a middle-aged man with stubble.

With a composed expression, he rode his warhorse methodically toward the center.

"Hahaha! That guy opened the dead river!"

Amid the laughter, Anderson and the werewolf captain snapped out of their daze and looked up at the same time, gazing in the direction where Mercury was.

They couldn't see the faces clearly, only two figures embracing and dancing on the rooftop.

Above the sea of ​​fire and the river of blood, it is eerily beautiful and chillingly mad.

"That is..." Anderson's blinking pupils suddenly contracted.

"A monster above monsters..." the werewolf captain thought to himself.

Then... the two continued their fight ahead.

On the airship, the fat major stood at the very top, looking down at everything, his smile completely uncontrollable.

"Major, this place is too dangerous. What if we fall?" The doctor, wearing strange glasses, also climbed to the top of the airship, feeling the cold wind blowing on him, and shivered.

"Relax, Doctor." The fat major's eyes gleamed as he watched the scene below.

"Third Reich Vampire, Armored Grenadier Combat Group, with 1572 surviving soldiers."

The Roman Catholic Vatican's 13th Division of Traitors, an armed priestly force, has a remaining strength of 66 men.

The Royal Order of Great Britain has an unquantifiable military strength.

The Neon Beasts Group has two effective combatants.

"The actors have all entered the stage; the Witch's Night Before Dawn is about to begin!"

The fat major spread his arms wide and clenched his fists. "From here on, proceed with Plan A. If Mercury doesn't make a move before dawn, switch to Plan B!"

"Yes!" The doctor saluted, already prepared to switch jobs.

These were the terms agreed upon when we first made contact.

Trading Schrödinger's cat life for his defection to the Beast Group as an undercover agent was a worthwhile deal.

……

On the rooftop, on the crooked rooftop.

Mercury suddenly stopped dancing; it was time to end this lively waltz.

"Tell me, once this fire is extinguished, what will be left of this city?"

"You and me." Tomie paused, then continued, "And one more, a ruin that belongs only to us."

"Hahahaha!" Mercury chuckled softly, parting ways with Tomie and watching Alucard slowly approaching from afar.

The medieval armor and swords, standing in the dead river of the dead, resemble a victorious general.

"Lord Mercury!" Schrödinger stood up, brushing off imaginary dust from his clothes. "Make your move, or I'll probably kill myself again before dawn, meow~"

Mercury glanced at him/her and rubbed his/her cat ears.

……

Schrödinger's cat has an ability that exists between life and death, both existing and not existing.

In the original story, when Alucard absorbed the lives of 300 million people in London, he committed suicide and fell into the River of Blood, becoming one of Alucard's infinite lives.

Then... the infection began.

After Arcadio absorbed Schrödinger, his life, along with the millions of souls within him, simultaneously fell into the Schrödinger state of both existence and non-existence.

That is, the disappearance of the rules of this world.

Decades later, as Accardo slaughtered millions of lives in the Dead River, one by one.

Only then did it break free from Schrödinger's state and become a truly immortal monster.

……

"Schrödinger, what a terrifying ability." Mercury stood on the rickety rooftop, looking down.

The scene depicts Anderson and the werewolf captain, along with vampires and Traitor 13, charging towards Alucard.

The two opposing forces now share a surprisingly similar goal.

Kill the biggest monster first!

"Lord Mercury?" Schrödinger came to his side and handed him a mask.

"The major says you need a mask."

Mercury looked down and saw that the mask was entirely black, with a silver Hermes scepter emblem embedded in its forehead, and no other decorations.

……

below.

Father Anderson's gunsword erupted with holy light, striking the undead legion in front of Alucard.

One after another, the priests of the 13 Vatican departments fell in the tide of blood, their screams crushed by the roars of the dead.

The werewolf captain transformed into a giant silver wolf, tearing apart the oncoming souls with his claws, his eyes fixed on Alucard on his warhorse.

His immense power was unleashed, each punch far surpassing the power of a so-called SSS-class ghoul, leaving the vampire army far behind.

Schrödinger's cat stood on tiptoe, wagging its non-existent tail, "Lord Mercury, if you don't act soon, adorable Schrödinger will have to keep his promise and jump into the River of Death, meow~"

Mercury ignored her/him and covered his face with the black mask.

"The battlefield is set up, let's... have some fun ♬♬~"

As soon as the mask was applied to their skin, everyone in the midst of the battle froze.

The roar of the undead stopped abruptly, the churning of the dead river froze in mid-air, Father Anderson's eyes widened, and the werewolf captain stopped swinging his fist.

The two powerful figures exchanged a glance, and the next second, they both fled into the distance without prior agreement!

The major at the top of the airship had an even more fervent smile on his face.

"What...what happened?" The doctor looked left and right, not understanding why the atmosphere had changed so suddenly.

"The weak can't sense it." The fat major looked at Mercury, whose demeanor changed drastically as soon as he put on the mask.

'Is this the mercy of the strong? What a pity, this strong person's heart is somewhat fragile.'

He was thinking to himself about how to get Mercury to "move forward".

His last battle with Alucard allowed him to see into Mercury's heart.

So how exactly can we break through this barrier?

……

Mercury stood on the edge of the rooftop, his gaze sweeping over Accardo from beneath his mask.

"Tomie, I'm going to have some fun," he said softly.

Before Tomie could answer, the shoes beneath her and the precarious rooftop below instantly turned into waves of salt.

Countless salts assimilate the building, cascading down like a waterfall. The moment they touch what lies beneath, everything becomes food for the salt.

He stood barefoot above the waterfall, watching the salt flow down.

No longer are we stepping on salt with our shoes, but actually touching the waves with our bodies.

"So willful, even more willful than my sister." Tomie sat on the sofa made of salt, propping her head up with one hand, watching all this with a smile.

The salt, which assimilates all things, couldn't even harm a corner of her clothing.

……

"Alucard♪♪~ Let's have a legion clash!"

With exaggerated laughter, the surging salt tide beneath Mercury's feet exploded with a roar.

It spread wildly outwards from him.

Bricks, rivers of blood, souls of the dead, broken guns, and collapsed buildings—everything touched by the salt tide was instantly assimilated into translucent, pure white crystals.

Without struggle or resistance, the spreading salt tide stretched across the land, forming a 10-kilometer-long salt sea.

The distance has already exceeded four kilometers!

"It's expanded again..." Mercury was not surprised at all when he saw this.

When Alucard spoke of "inner thoughts" at the airport last time, the Salt King's abilities had already visibly improved.

Extremely idealistic.

It was the same when I was in the orphanage the first time...

Mercury shook his head, clearing these thoughts from his mind, and raised his fingertips.

The salt tide suddenly rises, takes shape, and solidifies.

Salt grains rapidly gathered, outlining the enormous body of an angel with countless wings and eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred thousand Salt Legion rose from the ruins of London.

Scattered and disorderly, ugly things that are completely out of place with the beautiful angels imagined in human memory, just like that appeared.

Accardo sat astride his warhorse, silently watching everything unfold.

"Is this an attempt to pity me?"

Alucard, in his middle-aged man form, raised his hand, and the River of Dead boiled once more, as millions of souls roared and charged forward.

"Game begins."

Mercury snapped his fingers lightly.

The Salt Legion, which he considered useless and was indeed useless, began to advance.

The pure white torrent collided violently with the blood-red dead river.