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Rather, it was a true battle, filled with "iron" and "blood"—
"--war".
A brand-new, top-tier, and professional assassination squad, imbued with a chilling aura, was officially established under Gu Chuan's absolute will, driven by his "Kingly" authority.
—Najshitan, as the former leader of the entire "Revolutionary Army" and possessing the most outstanding strategic mind, will be the sole "commander" of this "cleanup operation".
—Red eyes and black eyes, these sisters, who are already used to dancing together in darkness and blood, will be the sharpest and most deadly "double blades" to carry out this "decapitation" mission.
—And Artoria Pendragon (Alt), the ruthless "Black Knight King," will be the final, and most unreasonable, trump card in this operation. When all tactics and stealth become meaningless, her pitch-black holy sword, capable of utterly leveling a city, filled with destruction and tyranny, will be the only answer to ending this war.
When this "legion," composed of real "monsters" and filled with the aura of death, stood silently before Gu Chuan, the air in the entire apartment seemed to freeze completely, enveloped by that invisible, chilling killing intent.
In the living room, those who were not selected as "non-combatants" watched with solemn expressions this unprecedented and serious scene, filled with a sense of "killing intent."
They all knew it very well.
This time, it's not a joke.
"—Then, let's set off."
As Gu Chuan looked at the four powerful and beautiful "weapons" before him, who had already entered a "state of war," he slowly issued his final command as the "King."
"Go, let those foolish rats who dare to stir up war in my yard have a good taste of what it's like..."
He paused, and a cold, absolute, unyielding light, belonging to a "king," flashed in his black eyes.
"—From the king's true rage."
243 The Blade of the Night
That night, a blood moon hung in the sky.
On the other side of the city, at the White Tiger Group's headquarters, a heavily guarded manor filled with classic Japanese style, was shrouded in a cold and eerie atmosphere that seemed completely out of place in the modern metropolis. The usually arrogant and domineering gangsters now wore an undisguised look of awe and fear on their faces, and they patrolled with much lighter steps, as if afraid of disturbing the "distinguished guest" who was sitting in the deepest part of the manor, in that ancient tea room.
They knew that the seemingly frail "guest" was their biggest trump card, the reason why the White Tiger Group dared to boldly declare war on their arch-enemy, the Black Dragon Society.
……
On the rooftop of an abandoned building a kilometer away from the manor, four black figures, like ghosts blending into the night, silently looked down at their "prey," a brightly lit building filled with an aura of death.
"—Intelligence confirmed."
Najendan put down her high-powered military binoculars. Her face, always filled with calm and determination, appeared even colder under the blood-red moonlight. Her single, sharp eye had already imprinted the entire layout of the manor, the patrol routes, and the distribution of firepower clearly in her mind.
"Total enemy force: 342. Outer perimeter guards: 120 men, equipped with automatic rifles and night vision devices. In the core area: 222 men, all elite members of the White Tiger Group, including many highly skilled warriors." 260
She paused, then turned her gaze to the ancient tea room in the very center of the manor, the only one still lit by a faint candlelight.
"And our main target, the so-called curse master, is right there. He is surrounded by at least thirty of the most elite assassins, providing close protection."
"—Then, Commander."
"Artoria Pendragon (Alt)," she asked in a cold, emotionless tone.
"Do you need me to raze that unsightly courtyard, along with all the insects inside, to the ground right now?"
“No.” Najenda slowly shook her head, her sharp single eye flashing with the calm light of a “tactician.” “Before we are certain of the curse master’s specific abilities, any large-scale offensive could trigger unnecessary variables.”
“Moreover…” she glanced at the two top-tier “assassins” beside her, who were already poised to strike, “Master, what we need is cleanup, not destruction.”
"—Red eyes, black eyes."
"exist."
"I need you, like two of the sharpest, most silent scalpels, to cut into the enemy's weakest line of defense, clearing away all the peripheral fodder, and opening a clean passage straight to our heart."
"clear."
Without the slightest hesitation, the two sisters transformed into two streaks of black lightning, leaping off the rooftop and silently disappearing into the endless, deep darkness below.
……
The White Tiger Group's manor is so heavily guarded that even a fly can't get in.
However, in the face of two true "Grim Reapers" who had honed the art of assassination to the level of "art," this so-called "impregnable fortress" seemed utterly laughable.
Pfft——!
A cold, emotionless, crimson blade flashed, like the most precise scalpel, silently slicing through the silence of the night. A sentry, hiding in the shadows of the bushes and vigilantly observing his surroundings with night vision goggles, didn't even have time to scream before being killed instantly by the cursed demonic sword "Murasame"!
Almost simultaneously, on the other watchtower, an even swifter, equally deadly black blade of light flashed and disappeared. The proud head of the sniper on guard duty shot skyward, his scalding blood staining the cold night sky crimson.
Red eyes and black eyes, like two elegant yet deadly black swifts hunting in the night. One in the light, one in the shadows; one responsible for frontal assault, the other for long-range sniping. Their coordination transcends any language or glance; it is an absolute resonance from the deepest recesses of their souls!
They were like two black, deathly whirlwinds traversing the steel forest, leaving behind only cold, lifeless corpses filled with fear and resentment in their wake.
In less than ten minutes, the hundreds of fully armed elite guards surrounding the entire manor were completely "swept away" in an eerie, absolute silence.
However, just as they were about to step into the core area of the manor, Akame's usually calm red eyes suddenly sharpened!
"--etc!"
She grabbed Kurohime, who was about to continue forward.
"Something's coming."
Hei Tong also stopped in her tracks instantly. Her black eyes, which always carried a hint of innocence, were now tinged with a cold, serious expression befitting an "assassin."
They could clearly sense it.
A cold, viscous, eerie aura, filled with the purest malice and not belonging to "humanity," was slowly seeping out from every dark corner of the quiet, Zen-like Japanese garden ahead.
Shh...shh...shh...
A series of eerie, screeching sounds, like countless venomous snakes crawling on the ground, came from all directions.
next second.
One by one, twisted, eerie "shikigami" made up of countless black, cursed "runes" without a fixed form, like evil spirits crawling out of hell, slowly emerged from the shadows of the quiet courtyard!
They have no eyes and no mouths.
However, the Akame sisters could clearly feel that hundreds of cold gazes filled with "malice" and "hunger" were fixed on them!
"—Hehehehe..."
A hoarse, aged whisper, full of "playfulness" and "cruelty," seemingly from the deepest depths of hell, resounded simultaneously in both of their minds without warning.
"Really, I didn't expect that."
"To think that two such delicious, deadly, and beautiful little mice would willingly venture into my kitchen."
"Then, let you all have a good taste as well."
"Taste it, my adorable pet, carefully nurtured by those seven Black Dragon Society souls, filled with resentment and bitterness."
Theirs...
"—Let's have a feast."
244 Silent Slaughter
The hoarse, aged, cruel, and mocking demonic whisper, like the most vicious curse, slowly echoed in the minds of Akame and Kurome.
However, what greeted him was not the girls' cries of fear and despair.
Instead, two pairs of eyes, cold and devoid of any emotion, as if looking at a pile of long-dead, meaningless "garbage" with absolute indifference—
Indifferent.
"—Black Eyes."
"Ah."
No, not a single superfluous word.
That absolute resonance from the deepest part of the soul, which had long transcended any tactics or tacit understanding, transformed into two intersecting, black lightning bolts of death at this moment!
"—Going!"
The next second, hundreds and thousands of twisted and bizarre "shikigami" made of black runes, like a swarm of hungry sharks that had smelled blood, let out a silent, malicious roar and swept wildly from all directions toward the two tiny but dangerous black figures!
The entire tranquil Japanese garden, filled with "Zen" atmosphere, was transformed at this moment into a silent, dark battlefield filled with "death" and "curse"!
Clang——!
Akame's blood-red demon sword "Murasame," filled with an aura of curse, struck with incredible speed and precision the twisted body of an oncoming shikigami!
However, the scene of overwhelming destruction and instant kill that I had imagined did not appear!
The shikigami, which was made of pure curses and had no fixed form, was easily split in two by the sharp blade, but the next second, like slime mold with an immortal body, it reassembled itself once again!
"—Physical attacks, ineffective?"
For the first time, a trace of solemn light, belonging to a "warrior," flashed in Akame's usually calm and serene red eyes.
At the same time, Kuroko's figure moved like a ghost through the impenetrable tide of shikigami. With each swing of her demonic sword "Yafusa," she unleashed streaks of black light filled with the aura of death, easily slicing several shikigami into pieces.
But, the result was exactly the same as that of Akame.
These monsters, formed from pure "resentment," have no so-called "vital points" or "cores" at all!
"Hehehe... It's no use, it's no use, you little mice."
That hoarse, aged, mocking laughter rang in their minds once more.
"My pets are, after all, immortal masterpieces, carefully nurtured by those seven powerful, underworld souls, filled with resentment and bitterness!"
"give up."
"Then, obediently, become their new nourishment..."
However, he didn't even have time to finish his arrogant declaration, which was full of "victorious" pride.
A cold, emotionless voice, as if stating a simple fact, suddenly interrupted him.
"--I see."
Yes, Akame.
As she watched those ominous "monsters" constantly gathering and regenerating, a flicker of understanding crossed her usually calm, water-like red eyes.
"—They feed on the soul and have resentment as their bones."
"Then, as long as you completely sever that filthy root that constitutes you, that will be enough."
Slowly, she raised the demonic sword "Murasame," which was wreathed in an ominous, blood-red aura.
Her usually calm and beautiful red eyes were, at this moment, completely covered by a cold, indifferent, absolute nothingness filled with the "grim reaper"!
An absolute "malice" filled with "death" and "curse"—more ancient, purer, and more powerful than any of those "shikigami"—burst forth from her petite, seemingly frail body in an instant!
"—Secret technique."
She spoke slowly, in a cold, emotionless tone, as if she were proclaiming a death sentence.
"—Buried."
Om-!
A blood-red, cursed ripple, invisible to the naked eye and filled with "death" and "end," instantly swept madly from her body like the most terrifying, invisible "death storm" towards the entire courtyard and all the "shikigami"!
That was not a physical attack!
Rather, it comes from the most primal, absolute power of the demon sword "Murasame," power sufficient to completely sever all "life" and "soul"—
"—Declaration of Death!"
next second.
Then, the "curse master," who was leisurely enjoying the "show" in the safe tea room, suddenly widened his old, playful eyes in disbelief!
Those "undying" shikigami, who were arrogant and ominous just a second ago, were like "evil spirits" that had been completely purified by the hottest and purest "holy water" the moment they came into contact with the blood-red, cursed ripples. They let out a silent, mournful cry filled with extreme pain and fear!
Their distorted bodies, composed of pure "resentment," began to violently collapse and disintegrate!
Strands and streams of black, resentful souls belonging to the Black Dragon Society, filled with "unwillingness" and "hatred," uncontrollably overflowed from their collapsing bodies, ultimately being completely devoured and purified by the blood-red ripples filled with the aura of "death"!
At that moment, the so-called "feast" completely spiraled out of control!
"No...impossible!"
The curse master's hoarse roar, filled with shock and disbelief, echoed wildly in the minds of the Akame sisters!