Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Namo, Tenman Mahesvara Deva—"

The deep, resounding sound pierced through all the noise, echoing clearly over the battlefield.

The seemingly intangible Nioh warrior moved.

Its blurry face seemed to turn toward the helicopter hovering in the air, its burning eyes blazing with red light, and its four arms raised as huge phantom sword blades.

The phantom of Niou became incredibly clear, with its eyes wide open in anger and its four arms outstretched. Although it did not wield its sword, its poised posture seemed to be able to cleave the entire sky, exuding a sense of oppression that made people tremble with fear!

"What...what is that?"

The driver on the higher ground made an incomprehensible shout.

Throughout the battlefield, whether it was the fleeing soldiers, the officers in the command vehicle, or even the crew members of the helicopters in the air, everyone felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on their hearts, and a fear originating from their very survival instinct overwhelmed them!

"—Use sword energy to sever its momentum…!"

The Niou Warrior moved accordingly, his four hands gripping the blood-red giant sword as if lifting a heavy object, his massive body poised to unleash a powerful strike.

The momentum, raised to its peak, explodes with a roar!

The blood mist that filled the air suddenly descended, and everyone enveloped by this aura had a buzzing in their brains as their vision was filled with an overwhelming crimson sword light!

That was not the light we see with our eyes, but the result of consciousness being forcibly injected!

Bearing an invisible and intangible heavy pressure, the pilot inside the helicopter felt as if his head was about to split open, his heart was almost stopping, the scene before his eyes began to distort, his sense of control over the aircraft was rapidly lost, and the helicopter began to shake violently.

"This strike is my path to emptiness, my very life! Ishana, Great Celestial Phenomenon—!!!"

The Nioh Warrior unleashed a silent roar, and the blood-red greatsword in his hand, imbued with killing intent and life force, slashed down towards the sky!

That slash wasn't just a sword aura, but a celestial phenomenon!

A torrent of slashes, composed of endless crimson sword pressure, seemed capable of swallowing light!

The pilot, who was the first to be hit, only saw a blood-red mass filling his vision rushing towards him. The next moment, his machine, along with all his consciousness, was completely swallowed up by the destructive pressure of the sword.

"boom!!!!"

A dazzling yet cruel burst of blood-red fireworks exploded in the sky.

The other two helicopters tried desperately to climb, but it was too late. Before the flames of the explosion had even dissipated, Niou's four arms had already turned, and the blood-red greatsword swept across the sky with a speed disproportionate to its massive size, heading towards the second helicopter that was trying to climb and escape.

"No--!"

The scream was cut off by a flash of blood.

"Crack—Boom!!!"

The tough alloy fuselage, rotating propellers, and thick bulletproof glass were smoothly sliced ​​in two like butter under a hot knife as the crimson sword light swept past, turning into a second, expanding fireball that fell to the ground.

The pilot of the third helicopter was terrified and pushed the control stick all the way down, but it was to no avail. The sword's force was as heavy as a collapsing mountain, cutting off any escape route.

In an instant, an even thicker burst of crimson light exploded in the air, completely engulfing the helicopter. As the crimson light dissipated, only burning fragments fell like raindrops.

From the moment Nioh Rikishi appeared to the moment the three helicopters turned into wreckage, it was only a breath.

Beside the command vehicle, the sinister smile on the Superintendent of Police's face had not yet completely solidified before it froze completely.

He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. His blank eyes stared at the statue of the King of Benevolence, his expressionless face like that of a dead fish.

"Run! Run now!"

The deputy director, however, reacted first, because Niou Rikishi had already raised the fourth sword.

He pulled hard on the Superintendent General, who, in a daze, tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground. The Deputy Superintendent General didn't even turn around, abandoning his superior and desperately fleeing into the distance.

"It's no use...it's no use..."

The Superintendent of Police snapped out of his daze, staring at the giant sword pointing straight to the sky, a bitter smile spreading across his face.

Then, it was slashed down.

The will to destroy pressed down as if it were a tangible force. Wherever the blood mist giant sword passed, the air emitted a low rumble as if it were being crushed layer by layer. The combination of the sword's pressure and its momentum created the illusion among the people in that area that their souls were being squeezed out of their bodies by the immense pressure before the sword's edge touched the command vehicle.

Unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to do anything, even the deputy director who had escaped first remained frozen in place like a wooden puppet.

The next moment, the sword arrived!

"boom--!!!"

An unprecedentedly loud explosion erupted, and the earth trembled violently!

Centered on the command vehicle, the ground within a ten-meter radius caved in and exploded as if struck by a meteorite. Steel, glass, human bodies, and soil and gravel were crushed together by an irresistible force, blasting into a dust storm mixed with blood mist.

As the four swords slashed down, the massive body of the Nioh Warrior became blurred, and the blood mist that made it up gradually dissipated, eventually disappearing into the increasingly dense night and the stench of blood, as if it had never existed.

All that remained was a scene of devastation, wreckage, and blood.

Swordswoman Tomie lay on the blood-soaked, broken earth.

Her condition is a little bad.

A massive gash was torn open from his left shoulder to his right abdomen by machine gun fire, revealing his internal organs. His right leg was bent backwards from the knee down, with bone protruding; his right arm was shattered into pieces; and his katana was broken into several pieces.

However, the injury is healing, as if time has reversed, and the damaged flesh is regenerating at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, the swordswoman Tomie had recovered completely, but her clothes were tattered, so she had to put on the corpse's coat.

The machine gun was still too much; the swordswoman Tomie was almost torn to shreds by the shell.

However, before her body was torn apart, the swordswoman Tomie used the environment she created to replicate Miyamoto Musashi's Noble Phantasm—Rokudo Gorin Kurikara Tenshō.

The life force summoned by the resurrector is essentially the unused lifespan released when humans, animals, or plants die.

The soldiers killed by the swordsman Tomie were not only in their prime, but also strong and healthy, with sixty or seventy years of life ahead of them.

The life force remaining after death was materialized by the swordswoman Tomie through the guidance of the Resurrection Sword and her breathing technique, and combined with her swordsmanship, a Nioh warrior was created.

The Nioh Warrior, formed over thousands of years, far surpasses the original form of the swordsman Tomie in both presence and power. It can be considered her ultimate finishing move, and its physical attack is in no way inferior to that of Ultraman Seven.

Looking around in all directions, there was no one left standing in sight.

Are they all dead?

Swordswoman Tomie thought for a second and then gave up on pursuing the matter.

The objective has been achieved, and even if a few people escape or feign death, it's not worth her hunting them down.

Swordswoman Tomie strode across the mess on the ground and headed towards the main hall.