Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"It feels like we went a bit too far."

Amamiya Rin crossed her arms and examined Takashi, who was lying on the ground convulsing.

He hadn't thought that much about it just now. In order to unleash the complete Sanskrit illusion, he had to awaken his own sexual light.

The Buddhist concept of "natural light" refers to the luminous manifestation of one's inner nature; when this light shines, all afflictions disappear.

Because his mind was too clear, Amamiya Rin forgot that he should have extracted some information and instead gave the city a taste of the eighteen levels of hell.

The effect of the Sanskrit Illusionary Spell originates from the nature of the target; if the target does not repent, even the spellcaster cannot undo it.

"So be it. The past mind cannot be grasped, the present mind cannot be grasped, and the future mind cannot be grasped."

Amamiya Rin shook her head slightly, not dwelling on the mistakes that had already occurred.

(Relax, darling, leave the rest to me.)

Just then, a cheerful chuckle rang in Amamiya Rin's ears along the [Tomie Network].

(That kind of thing is irrelevant; I just need to cut it off.)

At the same time, words filled with determination and killing intent, spoken with unwavering resolve, rang out.

Amamiya Rin sensed that two Kawakami Tomies were approaching.

One of them had already reached the main gate of the mansion.

The taxi stopped on the side of a quiet road.

Swordsman Tomie got out of the car, slung her wooden sword over her shoulder, stood in the shadow of the streetlight, and looked up at the mansion.

The mansion is located deep in the neighborhood and is quite large.

The exterior is in a classic Japanese style, with a dark gray tiled roof, clean and crisp lines, and light-colored exterior walls, probably made of some kind of modern imitation stone material. Hidden linear lights can be seen on the top of the surrounding high walls, outlining the contours of the courtyard.

At a glance, there are also security personnel in uniform patrolling around the huge mansion.

Swordswoman Tomie walked unhurriedly toward the main gate of the mansion, as if she were taking a stroll.

The security guard walking towards them was clearly taken aback by Kengo Tomie's natural attitude.

Is this a place where I can take a walk?

He subconsciously had this thought.

However, he quickly realized what was happening and hurriedly shouted.

"Hey, that's private property ahead, don't go near it."

Swordswoman Tomie seemed not to hear and continued walking towards the gate.

"Halt!" the security guard raised his voice, drawing his baton. "Did you hear me?! No one is allowed to approach here."

The distance between the two had shrunk to about ten meters. Just as the security guard was about to step forward to stop them, his movements suddenly froze.

The aura that the swordsman Tomie had been holding back suddenly burst forth!

That wasn't just simple killing intent, but a kind of domain-like aura.

In an instant, the air seemed to become heavy, the light distorted and dimmed, and a chilling cold penetrated through clothing and pierced to the bone. The security guard felt as if he had stumbled into an invisible swamp, and his heart was gripped by immense fear.

Then, he saw it.

In his eyes, the black-haired woman holding a long knife and walking slowly suddenly moved.

The long sword was drawn, revealing a real katana that reflected the cold moonlight. The blade was long and narrow with a beautiful curve, and the edge shimmered with a deadly light.

The blade flashed across the night, and in the blink of an eye, it was upon them, the sharp edge slicing past their faces.

His vision suddenly began to tilt, spinning and falling.

He saw his headless body still standing there, blood gushing from his neck cavity like a fountain.

Then came darkness, and the last sense of nothingness I felt before my consciousness sank.

"Bang."

The security guard lay stiffly on the ground, his eyes wide open, his face frozen in extreme terror.

There were no wounds on his neck, but his brain had already believed that he had been beheaded, temporarily shutting down his bodily functions and entering a state of suspended animation.

Swordswoman Tomie walked past him without glancing to the side, her steps not faltering at all, heading straight for the main gate of the mansion.

Although the commotion here wasn't significant, it was enough to attract attention in the quiet night and with a well-trained security system.

Two security guards rushed over from the main entrance and witnessed their colleague lying on the ground and a woman carrying a katana walking towards the main entrance. This strange scene immediately put them on alert, and they both took out their batons.

"Don't move! Put down your weapons!"

One person issued a warning to the swordsman Tomie, while the other took out a pager and reported the information to the security system's internal personnel.

Swordswoman Tomie continued forward, ignoring the security guards' requests.

Seeing that she completely ignored the warnings and continued to approach, the two security guards exchanged a glance and, without hesitation, one of them stepped forward and swung his baton in an arc, striking the wrist of the swordsman Tomie who was holding the knife.

However, just as the baton was about to make contact, the swordsman Tomie's gaze also fell on his face.

"cut!"

A fierce glint of light flashed from the waist of the swordsman Tomie; the gleaming longsword, drawn from its sheath, moved with ghostly speed, aiming straight for his wrist!

The icy sharpness sent chills down his spine, and a phantom pain, as if tendons and bones were breaking, shot through his wrist. He screamed, the baton slipped from his hand, and he staggered backward, clutching his wrist.

At almost the same moment, Kengo Tomie glanced at another security guard.

A chill ran down the guard's spine. In his vision, the swordsman Tomie's figure flashed like a ghost and appeared right in front of him. The long sword in her hand transformed into a cold arc of light, precisely slicing across his neck! Blood spurted out before his eyes.

"Hmm..."

A strange, gurgling sound came from his throat. He instinctively dropped the baton, clutched his neck tightly with both hands, staggered backward, and then fell straight backward, his eyes wide open staring at the night sky, as if his throat had really been cut.

Swordswoman Tomie stepped over the fallen security guard, pushed open the unlocked side door, and entered the courtyard.

Inside the gate is a gravel path leading to the main house, flanked by meticulously manicured courtyard landscapes.

The main house was brightly lit in the night.

Inside the courtyard, figures moved about. The inner perimeter bodyguards, alerted by the security system, had quickly assembled.

Unlike the security guards on the perimeter, they mostly wore civilian clothes, but each of them had sharp eyes and moved swiftly.

At a glance, there were no fewer than twenty people. Some were holding riot shields and riot forks, forming a simple formation. Others were equipped with sharp katanas. A few others were hidden in the shadows or behind pillars, with their hands on their waists.

However, upon seeing the swordswoman Tomie break into the mansion, they did not immediately attack. Instead, they maintained their distance, and the leader shouted in a deep voice, "Drop your weapons! Lie down immediately! Otherwise, we will take necessary measures!"

As they spoke, the bodyguards looked at the swordswoman Tomie with apprehension.

Since entering the mansion, the swordsman Tomie has never restrained his killing intent and sword aura. Even those who consider themselves elites retired from the police station can feel a strong sense of crisis when facing the swordsman Tomie.

It even gives you a premonition that you will die!

This sense of impending crisis made them even ignore the bewitching charm of the swordswoman Tomie.

Or rather, through her mastery of swordsmanship, the swordswoman Tomie has transformed that demonic allure into a deadly killing intent when necessary.