Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

(Tsk!)

The vampire Tomie clicked her tongue in annoyance, her sharp canines lightly brushing against her lower lip.

The scattered streetlights shining through the window illuminated the undisguised jealousy on her pale cheeks.

(To put it bluntly, it's just about taking life force from the outside and then controlling that life force to strengthen the body. What's so special about that? Is it any different from a vampire?)

In reality, the difference is huge, and no matter how much she disagrees, the vampire Tomie has to admit it.

Blood and life force may seem similar, but they are not the same thing academically. The vampire Tomie can only control the blood in her body, which is far inferior to the life force materialized by the power of the Resurrection Sword.

It's time to further develop my own abilities.

The vampire Tomie couldn't help but ponder.

Originally, she didn't need to be in a hurry. Among the hundreds of Tomies, she was the only one who had obtained supernatural power. But now it's different. Those imposters' cheat codes are more and more exaggerated. Compared to them, the vampire's power is too insignificant.

However, even without a tangible life force, she might still be able to develop the Ripple Breathing Technique.

The so-called Ripple Walk is actually a method of controlling blood circulation through a special breathing pattern, thereby interfering with the entire body and generating life energy from within.

At best, her Ripple Dash lacks the special effects of the Sword Master Tomie.

"Ripple Dash..."

Meanwhile, Meat Modified Tomie was also pondering the Ripple Dash developed by Sword Master Tomie.

Although she didn't have the Resurrection Sword, she could still feel the presence of a tangible life force through the perspective of the swordsman Tomie.

The life force that the swordsman Tomie delivered into her body was equivalent to a hundred years of lifespan for an ordinary person.

Although it's not a lot, it seems a bit too difficult to develop a unique Ripple Dash technique using this life force without losing her own life force, and to materialize her life force without the Resurrection Sword... But it doesn't matter, she has enough time and enough opportunities to try and fail.

(However, you said those techniques are only rudimentary applications. In your opinion, what constitutes a profound application of these techniques?)

Suppressing the urge to immediately begin, Tomie, now in a state of madness, maintained her high-speed running pace while subtly asking the question of the swordswoman Tomie deep within her consciousness.

At the high-rise residence, the swordswoman Tomie did not answer the question immediately. She stood up and glanced at the members of the negotiation team.

"Notify the people outside that I will go out and kill any enemies I see."

Those who want to live should run away; if they don't, they shouldn't complain about being killed by me.

The swordsman Tomie's eyes revealed this meaning.

The negotiators turned their attention to Tomie Maro, as if seeking permission from their master.

Tomie Moro tilted her head, chuckled, and waved casually.

"Go, go, take this swordsman's words out verbatim."

Only after receiving her permission did the negotiators and special police leave the main hall.

Stepping out of the courtyard and through the defensive line formed by armored vehicles and bunkers, the negotiator went straight to the Superintendent General of Police next to the command vehicle.

"What's the situation inside? Is the young man in the white hunting robe safe?"

The Superintendent General of Police stepped forward hastily and pressed the negotiation expert for answers.

"The hostages are all still alive, but they are all unconscious, including the young man. It seems the killer didn't treat him as any different from the other hostages."

The negotiation expert, with a somber expression but a composed demeanor, reported to the Superintendent General of Police.

Upon hearing this, the Superintendent General of Police breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as a person is alive, the worst situation has not yet occurred.

"And then? What demands did they make? Ransom? Release of their accomplices? Or some other political condition?"

The Superintendent General pinched the bridge of his nose and asked the negotiation expert.

"There were no demands. They asked me to pass on a message that she would come out from inside in a moment and kill all the enemies she saw."

The negotiation expert shook his head and said bluntly.

The air froze for a few seconds.

Several senior officers from the Metropolitan Police Department looked at each other in bewilderment. The Superintendent General was also stunned, his expression frozen in a state between confusion and absurdity.

"Hahaha……"

A moment later, the Superintendent General of Police laughed in fury, the veins on his forehead bulging.

"Walk out? Kill them all? Who does she think she is? Some ancient swordsman?! This is modern times! There are dozens of automatic rifles, armored vehicles, and helicopters outside! Where did that lunatic come from?"

The Superintendent General of Police slammed his fist into the car door next to him, making a loud bang.

Not the worst, but still incredibly bad, has happened: the killer is a madman?

He wasn't afraid of scheming schemers who sought profit, but rather of madmen without ulterior motives. After all, a madman's way of thinking is chaotic, and no one can predict what a madman is thinking.

"Director, the other side not only didn't take hostages to negotiate, but also took the initiative to declare war. They're either crazy or they have absolute confidence, but we can't bet that they're the former."

The deputy commissioner looked grave and reminded the superintendent.

"...If she is the latter, that would be even better."

The Superintendent General of Police frowned, a hint of apprehension flashing deep in his eyes.

At their level, they also had some understanding of supernatural phenomena, and recalling the bizarre deaths in the mansion in the city, they realized that the bodyguards had been mysteriously wiped out.

This time, the killer might really be a madman with supernatural powers.

"Things may be crazy, but we can't be careless."

The Superintendent forced himself to calm down, nodded, grabbed the communicator handed to him by the communications officer beside him, pressed the call button, and issued orders in a stern voice.

"Attention all units! Target is about to reveal itself! I repeat, target is about to reveal itself! First and second assault teams, engage the enemy head-on! Firepower teams, heavy machine guns in position! Anti-armor teams, rocket launchers ready! Non-lethal weapons teams, water cannons ready! Heed my orders! Primary target, suppress! Capture alive if possible! If the situation gets out of control, lethal firepower may be used, but under no circumstances may it affect the main building!"

The order was quickly relayed, and the previously dormant encirclement immediately became active.

The clicking of soldiers pulling the bolts echoed throughout the courtyard. Heavy weapons were mounted on armored vehicles, and two light machine gun squads and five rifle teams formed staggered firing lines. Snipers were already in position in the distance, their dark muzzles and cannons aimed at the high-rise building. A massive high-pressure water cannon truck roared in, its large muzzle adjusting its angle, ready to fire.

The entire encirclement was like a taut trap, with deadly firepower aimed at the silent Japanese mansion from multiple angles. The air was thick with the atmosphere of an impending storm, and all the gun barrels, cannon barrels, and searchlights were waiting for the killer to appear.

Shortly afterward, a figure stepped out of the main house and into the courtyard, which was locked by countless searchlights and gun barrels.

Just then, a thin cloud drifted away, and the cool moonlight poured down without obstruction, spreading across the courtyard like mercury and illuminating the faces of the newcomers.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The Superintendent General, and many soldiers who witnessed the scene through scopes or binoculars, involuntarily held their breath.

It wasn't the grotesque monster they had imagined.

She was a woman, a woman so beautiful she was almost otherworldly.

Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, a few strands brushing against her fair cheeks in the night breeze. Her features were so exquisite that they resembled a doll meticulously sculpted by a craftsman, every line perfectly proportioned yet possessing an inhuman sharpness. The clear moonlight shone on her delicate profile, making her skin appear almost transparent.

She was dressed in simple dark clothes, her figure was as straight as a sword, she held an oddly styled short sword in her left hand and a snow-white katana in her right hand.

Surrounded by a menacing aura of steel, the woman who emerged from the main house slowly raised her head and gazed at the bright moon in the night sky, her face outlined in beautiful light.

Her gaze was indifferent, as if the dark gun muzzles and thick cannon barrels around her did not exist.

"The moonlight is lovely."

The swordswoman Tomie spoke, her voice clear and melodious, exceptionally distinct in the quiet night.

The Superintendent General of Police looked surprised.

"Are you kidding me?"

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with a sense of absurdity.

The face in the moonlight was so beautiful it was almost unreal, completely unlike any ferocious monster he had imagined.

His adjutant beside him also widened his eyes, his grip on the gun loosening slightly. Many soldiers observing through their scopes subconsciously pulled their fingers away from the trigger guard.

"Woman...woman?"

Someone murmured, their voice filled with disbelief.

"Is she admiring the moon? In a setting like this?"

Are they going to such lengths just to target a woman like this?

Was that beautiful woman really not some noble lady from a prestigious family who had wandered into an inappropriate scene?

The group hesitated, exchanging glances with expressions of confusion.

In that brief moment of surprise caused by her appearance, the swordsman Tomie's expression changed.

"Seeing such a bright moon makes me want to kill someone..."

Before she finished speaking, the corners of her mouth slowly parted, not in a smile, but in a more ferocious arc.

The beauty under the moon exuded a chilling killing intent at this moment.

She stood there, her body motionless, but the feeling she gave off was different.

The sudden, overwhelming sense of oppression was almost tangible, like an invisible weight pressing down on everyone's chest.

The air grew heavy, the beams of the searchlights seemed to dim, and the night wind stopped.

All the soldiers who were watching the swordsman Tomie felt their hearts skip a beat.

It wasn't the tension of facing an enemy, but rather the instinctive tremor that a creature feels when encountering a higher predator.

Her influence is too strong! Her presence is too overwhelming!

Beneath its beautiful exterior lies a much larger life form radiating oppressive power.

As the power of the Resurrection Sword infuses his body with immense life force, the swordsman Tomie's sense of existence as a living being is infinitely amplified amidst the surging life force, making him seem like a being that transcends humanity.

Such a swordswoman as Tomie doesn't need to actively target anyone with her mysterious and profound consciousness slash. She can simply stand there and let her life force circulate normally within her body. Ordinary people can clearly feel the vast difference between themselves and her, a fundamental difference in their levels of life.

The Superintendent of Police pinched his thigh hard to force himself to stay awake.

"Final warning! Lay down your weapons immediately and release all hostages! This is your last chance!"

He pressed the communicator and shouted to the swordsman Tomie in the courtyard.

Swordswoman Tomie made her move.

She simply took a step forward.

"boom--!!!"

An indescribable sword aura, like an invisible tsunami, suddenly erupted from the center of the swordsman Tomie!

It wasn't the wind, but the tiny pebbles and gravel on the courtyard ground began to vibrate wildly! It wasn't a sound, but everyone's eardrums were buzzing, and their hearts felt as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand!

The closest SWAT officers with shields felt as if they had been hit on the head with a heavy hammer. Their vision went black, their legs went weak, and they almost collapsed to their knees.

That was an amplified sense of presence, a mental crushing force created by the infusion of sword intent. It could make people feel as if they were being subjected to an oppressive attack without even drawing a sword.

Swordswoman Tomie took another step forward.

His pace was unhurried, as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

However, with each step, the terrifying force intensified, and the pressure felt by the nearby soldiers grew heavier. The air seemed to solidify, making breathing incredibly difficult.

"Fire...fire! Fire!"

The superintendent of police was deathly pale. Faced with such overwhelming pressure, he could no longer utter any words of persuasion to surrender. His survival instinct drove him to let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Da da da—!"

At the command, the soldiers overcame their instinctive fear, or rather, were driven by trained muscle memory, and pulled the trigger on the swordsman Tomie!

The gun spat out flames, and the bullets tore through the air, creating several streaks of fire that shot towards the lone figure walking under the moon!

Faced with the barrage of bullets, the swordswoman Tomie didn't even change the pace of her steps; she casually raised and slashed with the Soul-Resurrection Sword in her hand.

"Clang clang clang clang—!!"

In an instant, a deafening clang of metal clashing together erupted, almost drowning out the dense barrage of gunfire!

Under the moonlight and searchlight, all that could be seen was a flowing white light and shadow flashing around the swordsman Tomie. As the sword light swirled around her, sparks exploded like festive fireworks!

The snipers in the distance saw this scene clearly through their scopes. The astonishing sight before them made them gasp in disbelief.

"What...what is that?"

The bullets aimed at the swordsman Tomie, whether they came from the front or the side, were all accurately deflected or knocked away by that short sword!

No! To be precise, it wasn't the short sword itself, but the light emanating from it. It was no longer a short sword; pure white sword light emanated from its blade, coiling around it and transforming into a nearly two-meter-long sword of light. The light, sometimes visible and sometimes hidden, displayed an extremely resilient quality and incredibly powerful explosive force amidst the hail of bullets, deflecting or sweeping away the dense barrage of bullets.