Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"An invisible attack from a distance? Or a mental attack derived from a bewitching charm targeting men?"

The waitress thought calmly.

If there are no wounds on the body before the blade is about to strike, then it should belong to the latter category.

The maid then pressed the communicator and issued orders to the last armed force in the mansion.

"Calling the Inner Guard. The enemy has breached the outer defenses and is moving along the east corridor towards the core area of ​​the main building. The target appears to possess the ability to launch mental attacks through sight and hearing, and also has a swordsmanship level of 7 or higher. Instructions: All personnel immediately don full-band blocking earplugs, switch to thermal imaging observation mode, and use submachine guns to intercept in the second bay. Employ mid-range crossfire suppression; no warning required, direct kills are permitted."

The command was given, and the hissing of electricity disappeared from the channel. The maid stood there for a few seconds in silence, and then left the monitoring room with an uneasy feeling.

Upon entering the mansion, one is greeted by a deep, secluded entrance hallway with a smooth, polished wooden floor and plain white walls on either side. The only decorations are a few warm-toned lamps embedded in the walls, casting a dim, silent light, as if leading to the throat of a giant beast.

Without pausing, the swordswoman Tomie strode through the entrance hall, her blade leaving trails of blood on the floor.

Turn left at the end of the corridor, and you'll find yourself in an even longer corridor.

One side has shoji doors facing the inner courtyard, and the other side has a closed room.

Moonlight shone through the paper door, casting blurry, grid-like shadows on the floor and revealing the figure of the swordswoman Tomie.

She could feel the gazes upon her and hear the breathing nearby, but she didn't stop. She simply gave a mocking smile and a casual indifference.

The corridor ended at a T-junction. Without hesitation, the swordswoman Tomie turned left, seeking the contact information for [Tomie Network].

At the end of the corridor, the outline of a larger space and an upward staircase could be vaguely seen. Just as she walked through the corridor and into the spacious room, four dark figures appeared in her sight.

Dressed in matte black combat suits, with helmets completely covering their heads and lenses reflecting a faint light in the dim light, the four armed men, armed to the teeth, raised their submachine guns and locked onto the swordswoman Tomie the moment she appeared.

There were no warnings, no shouts, and not even any extra gestures.

The moment we meet is the moment we start fighting.

"Puff puff puff puff puff—!"

Four tongues of fire erupted from the dimly lit room. The suppressed gunfire was as dense as rain pounding on metal, and the shrieking of bullets tearing through the air instantly filled the entire space, forming a crisscrossing net of fire!

The swordswoman Tomie moved the instant her opponent appeared, retreating rapidly backward.

However, it's all meaningless!

The submachine gun in the spacious room is not a pistol in the midst of a melee; the dense bullets cover no blind spots.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"

The first volley of bullets tore through her flesh, blood gushed from her left shoulder, and her knife-wielding arm was knocked to the side.

Immediately afterwards, she was shot in the right abdomen and left thigh, the impact causing her body to tremble violently.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The second and third waves of bullets came one after another. The crossfire left her no room to dodge. Her chest, side ribs, and other leg were all blown open at the same time. Blood spurted out like a tomato being squeezed, drawing a tragic arc in the dim light.

More bullets followed, relentlessly raining down on her. Her chest, abdomen, arms... blood splattered all over her body.

Left shoulder blade, right rib side, left outer thigh, right abdomen... The powerful kinetic energy of the submachine gun bullet easily tore through her flesh and shattered her bones. Her body staggered backward, swaying and trembling from side to side. She fell backward like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing heavily onto the cold ground.

Swordsman Tomie's body twitched a few times, and blood quickly spread from beneath her, forming a thick pool of blood.

Only then did the gunfire stop, leaving only the pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with blood and a mangled female corpse in the room.

The four guards remained in firing positions, their guns pointed at the target on the ground, and slowly approached from three directions. They moved with extreme caution, maintaining a safe distance to form a cross-surveillance system.

The figure on the ground seemed to be completely dead, with black hair disheveled, obscuring its face, and black clothes riddled with bullet holes, the blood staining the fabric crimson.

"Sir, mission accomplished. Shall we retrieve the body?"

After carefully examining the female corpse on the ground, as if confirming that the swordsman Tomie was indeed dead, the head guard used a communicator to ask the maid a question.

"Don't be careless, the opponent seems to be immortal."

A calm female voice came from behind the guards, echoing slightly in the empty room.

The maid emerged from the shadows of the long corridor leading into the depths of the main house, her gaze immediately falling upon the dilapidated female corpse.

Only after seeing her target fall with her own eyes did her tense nerves relax slightly.

If she were to disturb the pleasure-seeking lord of the city, disrupt his enjoyment, or even frighten, injure, or kill him, she had no idea how cruel the punishment would be.

"Immortality?"

The guards were surprised but not alarmed. In their minds, the rulers of this country were immortal and could be resurrected even if they died. There were also many unknown experiments on immortality.

The four men's gazes once again focused on the female corpse on the ground.

However, it is indeed difficult to determine whether a body that has just been torn apart by a bullet is truly dead based solely on thermal imaging.

The dissipation of heat may indicate death, or it may simply be a state of suspended animation due to severe bodily damage and hypothermia.

"It's just a suspicion, not certain yet. The other party is very different from the immortals I remember... In short, restrain them for now."

The waitress frowned slightly and walked to a relatively safe spot where she could see the whole situation clearly.

Although she initially regarded the swordswoman Tomie as a mutant of Tomie, the difference between this Tomie and the Tomie she knew was too great, making it impossible for her to make an accurate judgment.

In her view, the best outcome would be to capture the woman, who was suspected to be a mutant of Tomie, alive, to avoid the possibility that the woman was not Tomie or that she had lost her immortality, thus ensuring that the researchers below could conduct the safest live experiments.

However, the power displayed by the swordsman Tomie was too great... no! It should be said that it was too bizarre.

Capturing him alive would be extremely difficult.

Her primary task is to ensure the Mayor's enjoyment and safety; capturing Tomie is a secondary task, and there is no need to sacrifice the greater good for a minor one.

Upon receiving the order, the guards immediately stepped forward, took out restraints, and prepared to tie up the corpse of the swordsman Tomie.

However, just as he walked up to the swordsman Tomie and squatted down, something unusual happened!

The body on the ground, which should have gone cold, suddenly began to convulse violently!

The wounds torn by bullets began to heal at a visible speed, and the embedded bullets were expelled from the body by the pressure of the muscles, falling to the floor with a soft thud.

Upon seeing this, the guards retreated, creating distance, and without hesitation raised their submachine guns, aiming them at the corpse of the swordsman Tomie.

"Fire!!"

With a cold command, the four guards simultaneously pulled the triggers, their submachine guns spitting out deadly flames, bullets raining down on the corpse of the swordsman Tomie once again.

"Puff puff puff puff—!"

Blood and flesh flying everywhere!

The already battered body trembled violently from the blows, new bloody holes bursting open beside the old wounds, and in some places even revealing the stark white bone. Under the dense barrage of bullets, the body seemed utterly powerless to resist, passively enduring the devastating attacks.

But the guards' expressions gradually changed.

wrong!

The sound of a bullet entering flesh is wrong!

At first, there was a clear tearing sound, but soon, it was mixed with some dull sounds like hitting wet, thick leather or tough rubber.

Moreover, the rate at which the body was bleeding was visibly slowing down after the initial spurt!

Even more bizarrely, the outline of that body was steadily changing under the impact of the bullets!

Accompanied by a low and dense clapping sound, the swordswoman Tomie's body was stretched segment by segment. Her shoulder blades, ribs, and limbs, as if undergoing a second growth spurt, grew several tens of centimeters in height, arms, and legs, increasing from less than 1.6 meters to nearly two meters!

Not only that, her muscle fibers also proliferated wildly between the original muscle bundles, and the density increased dramatically. At the same time, the muscles on the surface of her body also thickened at an astonishing rate, making her body thick and full of power.

However, the muscles in her arms and legs did not swell into exaggerated spheres. The muscle lines were exceptionally clear, full of explosive power, yet evenly distributed, without losing their beauty.

The changes in the skin are the most obvious. The originally fair and delicate skin is now covered with a tight and hard stratum corneum, rough like sandpaper. However, the neck, the inside of the joints and other areas that require flexible movement retain their original flexibility. The dermis under the skin has thickened significantly, forming a flexible buffer layer.

These are just surface changes; her internal organs are also undergoing changes. For example, in her chest cavity, two proliferating accessory lobes are helping her breathe.

When she took a deep breath, the swelling of her chest was very obvious, and the sound of air being drawn in was deep and powerful, as if more than one bellows were working at the same time.

The whole process was faster than anyone could imagine. In just two or three seconds, the beautiful swordswoman had transformed into a two-meter-tall, muscular monster!

The maids and guards were dumbfounded, watching Tomie's transformation with wide eyes. The powerful visual impact left them somewhat bewildered, unsure of what to think.

However, they soon realized something!

The transformed swordswoman Tomie! She's incredibly strong!

"Puff puff puff puff—!"

The bullets that poured out hit the swordsman Tomie, but the effect was completely different from before!

Most of the bullets struck her bronze skin with a dull thud as they hit thick leather. The bullets embedded themselves in her skin and muscle, but it was clear that they had not penetrated deep into her body; they could be described as flesh wounds.

At the same time, the swordswoman Tomie opened her eyes, grabbed the katana that had fallen beside her with her right hand, and slowly stood up from the ground, facing the bullets that were being fired from the front. Her legs sank slightly and her body swayed, but she was not knocked down by the powerful impact.

Not only that, she raised her cold eyes and looked at the four guards in front of her who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

There was no emotion in her eyes, only pure and extreme killing intent. When the corners of her mouth curled up, a blood-red wind engulfed everyone in front of her like a storm!

"cut!"

The overwhelming presence squeezed people's senses. The four guards felt the surrounding air become chaotic and intense, and their ears seemed to be filled with the illusory sound of thousands of blades clashing!

Even with equipment designed to counter consciousness slashes, Tomie's presence, which could be felt simply by her standing up, and the visual shock of her inhuman form, struck the inner guards' mental defenses like a heavy hammer.

While not to the point of losing my composure, I was momentarily dazed.

Just a moment! And it only takes a moment!

"boom!"

Swordswoman Tomie exerted force with her feet, her enhanced leg muscles bursting with terrifying kinetic energy. Like a cannonball, she shattered the wooden floor and charged straight at the nearest inner guard, accompanied by a violent gust of air!

The speed is more than twice as fast as before!

Her newly grown auxiliary lungs functioned efficiently, delivering an explosive amount of oxygen to her muscles, allowing her to break through human limits in short bursts of speed.

At the last moment, the guard relied on his amazing willpower to focus his attention, barely managing to point his gun at the approaching shadow before pulling the trigger!

However, at the same time the bullet was fired, the blade was already there, right up to the neck!

The guard didn't even feel any pain; he only felt a chill on the side of his neck, followed by a dizzying sensation.

His head flew off his body with a look of astonishment on his face, and blood gushed from his severed neck.

Before the body could fall, the swordsman Tomie used the momentum of her strike to spin around, pushing off the ground with both feet, and shot straight at another guard like an arrow.

The death of his comrade and the explosive noise had already brought the other guards back to their senses. The guard's face changed drastically as he looked at the swordswoman Tomie rushing towards him. He instinctively pulled the trigger, but the bullet only grazed a blur of her image.

Without any unnecessary frills, a precise, surgical slash sliced ​​through the gap between the tactical helmet and the collar of the combat uniform, severing the throat, trachea, and artery simultaneously.

As the swordsman Tomie swept past the guard, he no longer had the strength to fire.

The third guard retreated quickly the moment his comrade fell, creating distance as he aimed his submachine gun at the path of the swordsman Tomie. He didn't care whether his comrade would be injured; a barrage of bullets poured out, weaving a deathly screen in the hallway.

The fourth guard disregarded everything else and, in coordination with his comrades, unleashed a hail of bullets, attempting to block the path of the swordsman Tomie.

It's not that it has no effect, but rather that the effect is not significant.

Just as the bullets were about to hit her, the swordswoman Tomie kicked off a pillar beside her with her left foot, using the force to twist her body and briefly escape the cover of fire. With astonishing agility and anticipation, she weaved through the gaps in the barrage of bullets.

Bullets followed her footsteps, carving a series of holes in the wooden floor and walls. Even if they hit, there were only a few bullets, which could not even affect the swordswoman Tomie's ability to move!

The two sides were closing in, and the guard's breathing grew heavier and heavier beneath his helmet. He fired frantically, but! He couldn't hit anything! He still couldn't hit anything!

No! That's not right! It's not a question of whether you can hit it or not! Even if you do hit it, it's useless! You simply can't kill that kind of monster!

Fear, intense fear, was climbing up my spine, reaching its peak the moment the magazine was empty!

As he frantically changed the magazine for his submachine gun, the figure of the swordswoman Tomie suddenly disappeared from his sight, and his heart stopped beating abruptly as she vanished.

It was just a fleeting moment!

Because the swordswoman Tomie didn't disappear, she just disappeared too quickly!

She pushed off the wall and turned back, her enhanced legs unleashing a terrifying force as she swept across the ground!

The moment she appeared before him, the bodyguard's heart resumed beating, but it was the last beating he would ever have!

"laugh!"

The cold blade sliced ​​across the guard's neck, a single, decisive cut to the throat, without wasting a single ounce of force.

At this point, only one interior defender remains!

The last remaining guard watched helplessly as his last comrade was beheaded the instant he reloaded. A chill ran down his spine, and his well-trained composure crushed his instinctive fear.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

He roared, his face contorted and twisted, tears streaming down his face and saliva spitting from his mouth. He pulled the trigger all the way down, unleashing the remaining bullets in the magazine at the swordsman Tomie!

This time, the swordswoman Tomie didn't dodge. Instead, she charged straight into the hail of bullets with a simple and efficient Z-shaped route!

Her speed exploded again in a short distance, and bullets fell around her. For a moment, not a single bullet could catch up with the core trajectory of her charge!

Five meters, three meters, one meter!

"Click".

The sound of the hammer striking empty air was jarringly clear in the deathly silent hall.

The bodyguard held the submachine gun in both hands, the muzzle pressed against the swordsman Tomie's abdomen, his finger still tightly on the trigger, but no matter how hard he pulled the trigger, no bullet would be fired.

The swordswoman Tomie was already standing in front of him, her tall figure almost completely blocking his view.

Less than an arm's length away, his imposing figure cast a deep shadow, completely enveloping him.

He helplessly raised his head, and the visor of his tactical helmet reflected the cold and fierce face of the swordswoman Tomie, as well as the blood-dripping longsword in her hand.

He wanted to beg for mercy, wanted to say something, but the glint of the blade was already in his eyes.

From top to bottom, simple, cold.

The blade swept past, and the head rolled away.

The headless corpse swayed and fell backward, the submachine gun slipping from its hand and landing with a dull thud.

The hall fell completely silent.

Swordswoman Tomie raised her head and looked at the only remaining person.

The maid, who was in charge, stood between the main hall and the corridor, slowly backing away. She wanted to escape, to take advantage of the fact that the swordsman Tomie hadn't noticed her and was busy dealing with others, so she didn't have the energy to pay attention to her.

However, it was too fast; the swordswoman Tomie killed the inner guard too quickly!

Four bodyguards, armed with submachine guns, wearing bulletproof vests, and equipped with countermeasures, were all wiped out by the swordsman Tomie within a minute.

Very clean and efficient, without any fancy tricks. After the mechanism of the Consciousness Slash failed, the swordswoman Tomie crushed the inner guard with her numerical advantage.

Swordsman Tomie, carrying his sword, stepped over the mess on the ground and walked step by step toward the maid.

Her steps were slow, yet each step was timed to the beat of her heart, making the maid's face grow paler and paler. The heavy pressure made the surrounding air thick and made each breath difficult for her.

She wanted to retreat, to turn and rush into the shadows of the long corridor behind her; her reason screamed, commanding her legs to move. But her body defied her will.

Her biological instinctive fear made her knees go weak, and the muscles in her calves trembled slightly, as if she were bound to the spot by invisible chains.

It's not because of a lack of courage.

She had seen far more gruesome scenes and carried out far more dangerous missions.

It is the body's most primal instinct, issuing the most direct warning when faced with an existence far beyond its own level: Do not move, do not attract attention, or you will die.

She watched as the swordsman Tomie stepped over the corpses and walked towards her. Moonlight slanted in through the broken shoji doors, illuminating half of Tomie's cold and muscular face while the other half was hidden in the shadows of the lobby. His eyes looked down at her, without the arrogance of a victor or the excitement of slaughter, only the indifference of seeing the dead.

Who is the deceased?

The instinct for survival spurred her on. She took a deep breath and shouted in a trembling voice, "Do you know what you're doing? Stop this nonsense! You can kill me, just like you killed anyone else! But if you continue, it means you're going to become an enemy of this country!"

The swordsman Tomie stopped in front of the maid.

Then she smiled.

"hehe!"

She slowly grinned, her overly strong jaw muscles stretching the smile into an almost tearing arc, revealing gleaming white teeth. The deep lines and calluses on her face created a rugged, menacing look.

"You should worry about yourselves first..."

However, she seemed to be laughing quite happily.

"Aren't you afraid that the entire country will perish under my sword?"

The moment the words fell, the air in the lobby seemed to freeze.

The almost self-righteous rhetorical question, carrying a heavy weight, filled every inch of space.

The waitress held her breath, her pupils dilated unnaturally, and her face was filled with a bewildered expression.

A fallen kingdom? A lone man? A single knife?

What utterly absurd and outrageous nonsense!

But in this vast space littered with corpses and still lingering smoke, before this body radiating an inhuman sense of oppression, under the gaze of those calm to the point of indifference... the sense of absurdity was crushed, leaving only a subversive chill.

She can do it! If she says it, if she wants to do it, then she definitely can!

Regardless of reason, the waitress subconsciously had this thought.