Demigod Mage in America

Lux used her webs to weave between buildings, with a woman chasing after her—the white fox, Yukihime, from the Aurora Squad.

She was dressed in a white kimono, wielding a two-meter-long katana, and her face was covered by a red and white mask.

"Don't chase me! I was just passing by!" Lux cried out hoarsely. She had just followed the mission's instructions to find the intruder.

As a result, he bumped into the woman behind him, who saw him and attacked him without saying a word.

Her knife is extremely special; it can cut things regardless of spatial distance. She just cut a single spider thread.

Lux was so frightened that she ran away without even turning her head, but Yuki was able to run on air at an extremely fast speed.

"Fine, tie yourself up and surrender." As Yuki spoke, her hand was already on the hilt of her sword.

Whoosh! A flash of cold light appeared, and without her making any move, a crack appeared in the building next to Lux.

She herself had already swung across to the building opposite using the momentum.

Actually, let alone Lux, Yuki's shock was no less than Lux's.

He was selected by the New York authorities to join the Aurora Team, and as a Japanese national.

Her abilities are undeniable, but even so, she would need to go all out to cut Lux's webs.

But that's the problem. The woman has only been shooting out spider silk like this casually, from the moment she left until now.

It was as if what she spat out wasn't some precious item, but a wad of phlegm.

This made Yukihime dare not hesitate at all. She knew that if she let her opponent react, she might not be able to defeat her, and then she would be the one to run away.

The captain's orders were for her to capture him alive, but now, she could only say she had no choice but to suffer in silence.

Swish! Another slash landed in Lux's path.

As Yuki watched Lux ​​brush past her, her face beneath the mask turned faintly pale.

No, if this drags on any longer, she'll be exhausted to death here.

Suddenly, a bee-like monster that looked just like a human darted out from the floor.

It appeared right in Lux's path, startling her so much that she screamed, "Ouch—!"

Subconsciously, I lifted my leg, trying to resist something.

Bang! The monster's belly made intimate contact with Lux's shoe sole.

Then, to Yukihime's incredulous gaze, the monster exploded.

Just like a watermelon, just like a fully loaded semi-trailer truck running over it, it exploded!

It was as if it hadn't been kicked, but rather squeezed by something.

Yukihime: "!"

Her action of drawing her sword suddenly froze on the spot; the movement, which she was usually very familiar with, now seemed extremely awkward.

Snow Princess's inner alarm bells rang loudly: She mustn't draw her sword, or she would die!

This delay allowed Lux ​​to pull far ahead of her, making it impossible for her to catch up.

Yukihime watched the departing figure, hovering in place, her full breasts heaving with each breath.

"No, we can't keep chasing them." For the first time, she had the thought of turning back during a mission, something that had never happened before.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently saw a group of people surrounding a monster that looked like a scorpion, wielding knives, axes, and hammers and attacking it relentlessly.

She had been chasing them the whole time and hadn't noticed the changes in her surroundings. Only when she stopped did she realize that this place had turned into a monster's lair.

Is this still the New York she knows? Is this still Manhattan?

Yuki saw a woman being chased by two men who appeared to be staggering but were actually as docile as hunting dogs.

It looked a lot like a monster from some horror movie—a zombie. She instinctively drew her knife and slashed at it.

Swish! The zombie's head fell off its neck. The woman being chased was momentarily confused, but joy instantly replaced her expression. Instead of running away, she went closer to the corpse.

Yukihime descended from the sky, ready to question this strange woman.

Because at this point, there wasn't a single living person to be seen on the roads of East Harlem; only monsters remained.

Therefore, she felt that if there was any hidden story, this woman must know it.

As Yukihime sheathed her sword, her wooden clogs had barely touched the ground when a chill ran down the back of her neck.

It's murderous intent!

"Who!" she instinctively whispered, bending over to assume the starting stance of Iaido, her gaze locking onto the source of the killing intent.

Roll...roll...

A wheelchair appeared from the street corner under her gaze, and a thin man wrapped in a gray shawl sat in the wheelchair.

His gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, his expression sinister, and in his hand he held an old object that had been obsolete for who knows how many years—a black lantern that looked like it was from centuries ago.

Despite being a disabled person with an old and frail wheelchair, Yukihime dared not make a move.

Because four heads, two men and two women, were already hanging on the side of the wheelchair.

She felt as if she were being locked down by something, and any movement she made would surely be met with a thunderous attack.

"Outsider, you're not welcome here," the man said. Unlike his broken body, his voice was full of energy; if you closed your eyes, you might think a strong man was talking to you.

Yuki keenly caught a word in his words: outsider?

But before she could ask, the man continued.

"You can choose to leave standing up, or you can choose to leave lying down."

Yuki hesitated for a moment, her mouth felt bitter, and she couldn't say what she wanted to say.

Pride made her want to mock him, but intuition prevented her from making the slightest move.

"Ah, beautiful lady, and a poor old man."

Just as she was wavering, a flippant voice rang out from the side, followed by a figure emerging from the streetlight.

To be precise, it emerged from the shadows.

Yuki frowned. She recognized the other person as Richard, a lackey of some important figure.

The power structure of the entire United States can be subdivided almost entirely. Nominally, they all belong to the United States, but once subdivided, it becomes difficult to say.

It's not a matter of national extinction or racial extinction; hoping to unify all forces is nothing short of a pipe dream.

"It's Miss Yukihime. I thought it was someone else." Richard licked his lips and slipped into the shadow of the lamppost.

But as soon as he popped his head out, before he could finish speaking, a strange knife suddenly appeared at the back of his head.

"Watch out!" Although Yuki didn't like the other party, they were both government officials after all, so she instinctively warned him.

Unfortunately, it was no use.

With a swift stroke, the man, who had been present for less than a minute, was beheaded.

"Now..." David—no, First Hunter Gehrman—pushed his wheelchair a little closer: "It's time to make your choice."

He didn't even turn his head, as if he had just stepped on an ant, and even ignored the recording next to Richard's body.

As Xueji watched, Geman reached out and gently pulled, and a scalpel magnified countless times appeared in his hand.

She recognized the weapon; it was the very one that had just killed Richard.

"I'm quitting," she said firmly, then turned and left.

Sending someone to their death is none of her business; as mentioned before, she is just a Japanese person.

America is protected by Americans.

Gehman watched Yuki leave until she stepped out of the barrier.

The weapon the boss gave me is really useful.

Gehmann stroked his scalpel. Unlike the original one-way sharpening, the scalpel now looked old and rustic, with sharpening on both sides.

Renn gave the knife a new name.

mercy.

When he held this knife, his abilities were amplified infinitely, to the point that he could cut through objects directly from the inside, ignoring their original structure.

The current method directly creates cuts regardless of space.

He could take Yukihime's head right now if he wanted to.

But it seemed that his boss had other plans for this woman, and he couldn't figure out what Ryan was thinking, so he could only let her leave for now.

Tonight, the night is still long.