Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Just as everyone was in a daze, a strange change occurred!

The paper sliding door on the side of the hall shattered without warning!

Amidst the flying sawdust and scraps of paper, a burly figure rushed in!

The strange person, whose gender was indistinguishable, had the appearance and personality of an ancient samurai. This person, who barged into the room, had messy hair, a rugged face, and eyes burning with pure madness, looking exactly like someone who had stepped out of a Warring States period painting.

Behind her, in the corridor outside the door, several armed bodyguards lay silently on the ground, like discarded dolls.

There were no obvious wounds on their bodies, as if all their strength had been drained away in an instant.

What happened?

The dignitaries in the hall stared in disbelief, their minds blank.

They clearly didn't hear any fighting or gunshots, so how did those well-trained guards fall?

In this deathly silence, there was only the soft rustling of sawdust falling to the ground and the heavy breathing of the intruder.

"That burly man, resembling a wild samurai... is the murderer who killed Lord Takaichi!"

Upon witnessing the appearance of the newcomer, Sekiguchi, the Metropolitan Police Department Commander, was the first to recover from the shock.

This image perfectly matches the murderer described by the waitress!

"Enemy attack!!"

In shock, the Metropolitan Police Department commander immediately shouted a warning and instinctively reached for his waist with his right hand.

However, before she could draw her pistol, the swordsman Tomie had already drawn her sword.

"cut!"

A rough female voice exploded in the air, crashing directly into the depths of everyone's consciousness.

A flash of light, faster than anyone could perceive, erupted from the waist of the swordsman Tomie.

Guan Kou felt a chill on his neck, as if an invisible blade was slicing through his skin, and the excruciating pain of his head being severed felt incredibly real.

Even if the actual blade is not present, the brain has faithfully received all the signals of impending death.

His eyes widened suddenly, the whites of his eyes rolled back, and his body, like a broken puppet, fell straight forward, crashing heavily onto the tatami mat.

He wasn't the only one who fell.

The invisible strike, like spreading ripples, swept across the entire hall.

Everyone who came into contact with this idea, whether a trembling tycoon or a politician trying to appear calm, froze at the same moment, their faces drained of color, revealing the same horror and pain.

In the blink of an eye, there was no one left standing in the hall, only bodies lying sprawled out in disarray.

"That's really brutal."

At the entrance through the broken sliding door, the light dimmed slightly.

A slender figure walked in slowly and deliberately.

Tomie Moro, with a faint smile on her face, casually glanced at the mess in the hall and teased the swordsman Tomie.

"Don't say such nonsense in front of me."

Without turning her head, the swordswoman Tomie, her voice hoarse and fierce, she sheathed her sword, her movements still carrying a lingering killing intent.

"Now that it's confirmed the Resurrector and his sword are genuine, there's no need to wait any longer!"

As she spoke, the swordsman Tomie looked at the necromancer.

The Resurrector remained kneeling, head bowed deeply, hair disheveled and hanging down, obscuring his face.

The dark short sword he gripped tightly rested on his lap, the blood still clinging to its blade, slowly sliding down the ancient blade lines and seeping into the tatami mat beneath him.

Swordsman Tomie's gaze locked onto the dark, heavy short sword. He stepped toward the kneeling necromancer and reached out to grab the necromancer's sword.

However, just as her fingers were about to touch the hilt of the sword, the Resurrected Soul Master, who had been hanging her head and seemingly unconscious, suddenly raised her head, her face covered with dark red blood patterns, and opened her mouth wide as she faced the Sword Master Tomie.

"call--!!!"

A visible white beam of light shot out from his mouth!

The column of air was as solid as a physical object. The moment it was unleashed, the air was violently torn apart, and a muffled, thunderous roar erupted.

Wherever it went, the tatami mats were plowed into a deep trench, and debris flew everywhere!

Before the impact of the beam of light even reached her body, a strong wind rushed towards her, blowing the messy hair on the swordswoman Tomie's forehead straight back!

Swordswoman Tomie's pupils contracted. It was too late to block. At the critical moment, she tightened her waist and abdomen, pivoted on her left foot, and twisted her body to the side like a whirlwind!

At the same time, the right hand slashed upwards with the momentum of the rotation, the sharp blade cutting into the edge of the beam of light.

The blade collided with the tangible beam of light, producing a piercing screeching sound.

An immense force traveled along the blade, causing the swordswoman Tomie to feel numb all over; she could feel the overwhelming power.

The blade's quality couldn't withstand the pressure!

Realizing this, the swordsman Tomie lowered and spun around, passing by the destructive stream of light like a swimming fish!

The beam of light that streaked past his side crashed into the wall, and the mass and impact it contained blasted a large hole in the concrete wall.

"A ki blast? That can be used to cut it down!"

Faced with this formidable power, the swordsman Tomie showed no fear in her eyes. Instead, an even more intense fighting spirit ignited within her. With a sharp glint in her eyes, an invisible sword aura mixed with killing intent transformed into a blade of light that slashed down at the Soul Resurrector!

The Consciousness Slash attacks the mind directly!

However, the strike that was enough to drive an ordinary person to the brink of mental collapse was like a mud ox sinking into the sea when it landed on the Soul Reaper, without even causing a ripple.

The Resurrector's blood-stained face remained expressionless, as if the earth-shattering attack just now and the invisible slash at this moment had nothing to do with him.

"The consciousness-slaying technique failed?"

Swordsman Tomie felt a chill run down her spine and was taken aback.

This was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

However, when her gaze swept over the Resurrector's empty, milky-white eyes again, she immediately understood.

There was no human emotion in those eyes, only a deathly emptiness.

The Resurrector has lost consciousness, and the will controlling this person at this moment is definitely not the Resurrector himself!

Her decades of experience in hypnosis have made her infallible in perceiving the emotions of others.

"So... that sword really was alive?"

Swordsman Tomie's gaze was fixed on the short sword in the Soul Reaper's hand. At the same time, the Soul Reaper raised the short sword and swung it from a distance!

White light flowed from the symbols engraved on the sword, transforming into a condensed, almost tangible white blade of light that slashed towards the swordsman Tomie at the waist.

A white blade of light whistled through the air as the swordswoman Tomie pushed off the ground with both feet, her body soaring into the air. The white blade of light whistled past her feet, cleaving the screen behind her in two.

But it wasn't over yet. The reviving master tilted his head back and opened his mouth again.

"boom--!!!"

A thicker white beam of light shot out, like a real cannonball, and blasted straight at the swordsman Tomie in mid-air!

There was no way to avoid this blast. In the blink of an eye, the swordswoman Tomie's body was engulfed by the beam of light. She felt as if she had been hit head-on by a truck traveling at full speed, and was sent flying backward.