Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

The figure of the swordsman Tomie transformed into a red and white whirlwind of death amidst the crowd.

The white light of the short sword drew a deadly arc in front, easily shattering the bulletproof shield. The soldier hit head-on was struck as if by lightning; his bulletproof vest visibly dented, and he was thrown backward, spitting out blood.

The cold glint of the katana darted around him, emitting a piercing whistle. Upon hearing this sound, the surrounding soldiers felt a chill run down their necks and their movements involuntarily stiffened. In that instant of stiffness, the true blade was already upon them.

"Snap!"

A head wearing a steel helmet flew high into the air, and blood spurted half a meter high from its neck cavity.

Swordsman Tomie spun around, his short sword sweeping across, a flash of white light, and three soldiers firing side by side were cut in half at the waist, guns and all!

His upper body slid down, his internal organs spilled out, and a strong smell of blood instantly filled the air.

She moved without stopping, as if dancing a deathly waltz among the crowd. Wherever she passed, severed limbs and corpses flew, and blood drew brief red streaks in the air before being stirred by the sword energy and dissipating into a thick blood mist.

The rusty smell in the air was so strong it was nauseating, mixing with the smells of gunpowder and burning to create an aura of hell, making even the moonlight appear dim and reddish.

The figure of the swordswoman Tomie appeared and disappeared in the red mist, and the color of the two swords in her hands changed accordingly.

The white light of the short sword had turned blood red, and the red glow emanating from its blade seemed alive, each flash appearing as if it were drawing blood and life from its surroundings. The blade and blood groove of the katana were completely soaked in blood, and the flickering blood droplets and rising blood mist made it appear shrouded in an ominous red glow.

The soldiers broke down.

Faced with a much stronger army, they might be able to hold out for a while by virtue of their discipline and training.

However, faced with this devil who carried out efficient slaughter with the most primitive cold weapons, their last psychological defenses completely collapsed.

This is not a battle!

This can't even be called a confrontation; it's simply a one-sided reaping!

"A monster...a monster!!"

A young soldier finally succumbed to the psychological pressure, dropped his gun, and ran away.

"Run! Run for your lives!!"

When someone takes the lead, the collapse spreads like a plague.

"Don't kill me! Please! Don't come any closer! I surrender!!"

Many more people simply threw down their weapons, knelt down with their hands over their heads, or fled with the others.

Screams, cries, hysterical pleas for mercy, and sporadic gunshots mingled together.

The survivors completely lost their will to fight, with only one thought in their minds: to get as far away from that blood-red figure as possible.

Mutilated corpses, groaning wounded, screams of despair, thick blood mist—this place had become hell. Yet, the swordswoman Tomie seemed oblivious to the carnage around her. She trudged through the viscous blood and blood, stepping over severed limbs and entrails, moving in and out of the crowd.

The person laughing was not the swordswoman Tomie, but Mara Tomie, who was still sitting in the main hall, looking out at the courtyard through the broken sliding door.

She rested her chin on her hand, a strand of black hair twirling between her fingertips, a smile on her face, but indifference in her eyes.

Like the swordsman Tomie who was slaughtering outside, the bloody hellish scene before her could not stir even the slightest ripple in her heart.

They only care about one person. All other humans, whether they are alive or dead, screaming or begging for mercy, are no different from pebbles on the roadside that they can kick away.

"You didn't run when we told you to, and now you want to... that guy who already gave you an excuse won't let you off the hook~"

If they had collapsed earlier, the swordswoman Tomie really wouldn't have pursued them.

But now, those who remain on this battlefield are enemies she must kill, and also consumables for honing her swordsmanship.

Tomie, a swordswoman who coldly regards all life except for Amamiya Rin, has no reason or intention to deliberately spare any enemy who has attacked her.

Those who actively choose to fight must bear the consequences of that fight.

Even if Amamiya Rin were here, he wouldn't stop the swordsman Tomie.

These soldiers were not madmen who had lost their minds under Tomie's charm; they were people who, in a state of sobriety, had witnessed the power of the swordswoman Tomie and, after being told they could retreat, still chose to fire at her.

Therefore, being countered and killed is a result that cannot be blamed by any logic.

The massacre continued.

Amidst the chaotic clash of swords, severed arms, limbs, headless bodies, bulletproof vests cleaved in two and the flesh beneath them... various broken parts and splattered blood flew around her continuously.

The dark clothes worn by the swordsman Tomie were already soaked in blood, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her symmetrical and beautiful lines, like a female Asura who had walked out of hell. In the depths of her eyes, what beat was no longer normal emotion, but pure killing intent, reflecting endless blood-red slaughter.

The Superintendent of Police stared intently at the blood-red hell in the distance, the veins on his forehead throbbing wildly.

Watching helplessly as the elite troops he had brought were slaughtered by that monster like cutting melons and vegetables, shame, fear, and a sense of utter powerlessness burned away his reason.

"It's over...it's all over..."

The deputy director slumped against the car, his face ashen, like a dead man.

The loss of so many elite special police officers at once, if they successfully killed the target, might be able to appease the public with the excuse of necessary sacrifices, and their superiors would reward them for their achievements. But if they failed… even he and the Superintendent General combined couldn't bear such a heavy responsibility.

"No!"

The Superintendent General grabbed the communicator, his face showing a final, desperate madness before despair.

"Helicopters! All helicopters! On my command! Descend! Target—that monster below! Machine gun fire! Immediately! Kill her! Kill her!!!"

The Superintendent's roar was transmitted over the radio waves to the three helicopters circling overhead.

The driver and weapons operator were both stunned.

Covert fire? What nonsense! There are at least dozens of comrades still alive there!

"Director! We still have people down there!"

"A driver said hurriedly."

"Execute the order! This is the highest command! If she doesn't die, everyone else will! Open fire!!! I'll take full responsibility!!!"

The superintendent's eyes were bloodshot.

Our people? In the end, they're still just a bunch of lowly people. As long as they can successfully kill the target, even if they all die, they'll still have done a good job!

The Superintendent General of Police was going crazy; fear and anger were burning through his reason.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to destroy the swordsman Tomie.

He was willing to sacrifice anything to achieve his goal—as long as it wasn't himself.

The pilots of all three helicopters hesitated.

There was no way to hesitate; this was the 21st century! It wasn't the old empires of the past, where people dared to use their colleagues as cannon fodder, killing them along with the enemy. Even if they could convince their conscience, they couldn't bear the responsibility of murdering their colleagues.

"Didn't you hear me? Do you want to die? I said it before! Open fire now! I'll take full responsibility... As long as you keep your mouths shut, you can get everything you want after killing that woman!"

The Superintendent's voice rang out again, but unlike the previous angry roar, this time it was a combination of threats and inducements.

Faced with such an order, the drivers hesitated briefly, their faces growing increasingly pale and weak, but ultimately they did not refuse.

The nose of the plane pressed down, the engine roared as it descended, and the muzzles of the three multi-barrel cannons slowly adjusted, locking onto the crimson figure below.

The Gatling gun began to spin at high speed to warm up, emitting a hum like the Grim Reaper's scythe reaping lives.

Below, just as the swordsman Tomie deflected a stray bullet that had come from nowhere with her short sword, a sudden, intense sense of crisis arose in her mind!

Following her instinctive premonition, she looked up and saw three helicopters had descended to an altitude of less than 100 meters, their dark cannon muzzles pointed at the area where she was.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang-!!!"

The next moment, deafening cannon fire tore through the sky! Three thick chains of fire, visible to the naked eye, cascaded down from three different angles!

The 20mm cannon shells bombarded the ground at a terrifying rate of thousands of rounds per minute. In an instant, the area where the swordsman Tomie was located and the surrounding ten-meter radius were completely covered by a dense barrage of bullets!

This was absolutely devastating. The shells landed on the ground, creating craters the size of bowls. Soil, rubble, limbs, broken guns, and even fragments of abandoned vehicles were all thrown up by the explosion and shockwave.

"No--!!"

And those soldiers who couldn't escape the area of ​​effect let out their final screams as their bodies were torn to pieces by the explosion and shrapnel.

However, the figure of the swordsman Tomie had already disappeared from the spot just before the artillery fire began!

The Crimson Lotus Breathing Technique was pushed to an unprecedented limit, and the immense life force within her surged at an unprecedented speed, granting her explosive power that surpassed the limits of her physical body.

In an instant, the swordsman Tomie's body turned into a blurry afterimage, frantically shuttling, turning back, and rolling in the gaps between explosions!

Without any pattern or warning, she moved with ghostly speed and agility, leaving the storm of bullets, denser than a whirlwind, behind her.

Moreover, the swordsman Tomie's body is also undergoing changes.

His originally well-proportioned and slender body began to swell as if inflated, his dark clothes stretched taut, outlining the contours of his bulging muscles.

His shoulders broadened and thickened, his back muscles spread out like wings, and the muscles in his arms and thighs increased dramatically, exuding an explosive sense of power.

In just a few breaths, her height increased by more than thirty centimeters, and she became nearly a size larger, transforming from a slender female figure into a robust physique like a female giant.

On the surface of fair skin, a layer of tough, dark substance emerged, like exoskeleton armor, distributed along muscle lines and key stress points. Bone density increased dramatically, fascia strengthened, and the proliferating heart beat heavily like a war drum, delivering energy far exceeding that of ordinary people. The doubled lungs increased lung capacity, making the effects of the Crimson Lotus Breathing Technique even more powerful.

Faced with the bombardment from machine guns, swordswoman Tomie had no choice but to enter her strongest state.

The swordsman Tomie, who pushed her power to the extreme, caused cracks in the concrete road with every step she took. She was like a rampaging war chariot, but even more agile than a war chariot.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The machine gun bullets chased after her body, carving deadly furrows around her.

Many soldiers who couldn't escape were torn apart by the indiscriminate firepower, turning into a rain of blood, their screams drowned out by the roar of machine guns.

Further away, the soldiers who hadn't yet been affected watched helplessly as this unfolded, letting out desperate cries. Those were their comrades, comrades who had fought side-by-side just moments before, now reduced to dust by their own side's fire. Anger, fear, a sense of betrayal—all these emotions overflowed in their hearts, and many stared with bloodshot eyes towards the command vehicle.

"Baka yarou!"

"My brother hasn't run away yet!"

"Damn it... this kind of government..."

"Damn bureaucrats!"

……

They found it even more unacceptable to be sacrificed by their superiors than to be killed by the enemy.

This kind of thing should have disappeared decades ago!

However, the soldiers' growls were drowned out by the sound of artillery fire. The superintendent of police not only failed to hear the angry voices, but instead revealed a sinister smile.

"We're about to succeed! We're about to kill that guy! Hahaha! My position is safe!"

Even the swordswoman Tomie could not withstand the destructive storm that descended from the sky.

The three chains of fire converged instantly as if they were alive, sealing off a large area of ​​her movement space. The scorching air waves and sharp shrapnel constantly grazed her body, leaving scorch marks and tears on her blood-stained clothes. Occasionally, shrapnel would embed itself in her tough skin, cutting off a piece of flesh.

The impact of the machine gun bullets was too strong. Even with her speed and sword aura protecting her, she couldn't completely dodge them. Being grazed would cause injury, and a direct hit would be enough to seriously injure her.

She needs... a more powerful attack.

Swordswoman Tomie's breathing became increasingly deep and long, and the Crimson Lotus Breathing Technique and the fluctuations of life force within her body reached an unprecedented resonance.

With each breath she took and each swing of her sword, the thick blood mist surrounding her seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, beginning to swirl around her body.

Gradually, a blurry outline began to condense in the blood mist behind the swordsman Tomie!

It was a four-armed humanoid silhouette about 10 meters tall!

The figure can be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged, with wide-open, angry eyes and bulging muscles, exuding boundless power and majesty, like the Buddhist guardian deity, the Benevolent King. However, this Benevolent King is not radiant with gold, but rather composed entirely of churning blood mist and scarlet light, with an indistinct face, except for two dark red lights burning in the position of his eyes, like a gaze from hell.

A blood-red warrior, resembling Niou, stands behind the swordsman Tomie, each arm wielding a sword.

The helicopter pilot in the air was horrified to discover this bizarre phenomenon, and the Superintendent General of Police was even more furious.

"Keep firing! Don't stop!"

With the Superintendent General's roar, the pilots did not hesitate. The three helicopters adjusted their angles again, forming a crossfire network. A denser barrage of machine gun bullets rained down, but the eerie giant seemed not to be a physical entity, allowing the bullets to pierce its body.