"Boom!!!"

The weight of a car is naturally not something those cultists wielding steel rods can withstand. Faced with the shadow looming over their heads, they desperately reach out to block it—only to be instantly smashed into pulp by the car hurtling down from above.

But it's not over yet!

Duanmu Huai grabs the car by both sides, pulls hard, and directly tears it in half. Then, like wielding two massive hammers, he swings them as he charges at the crowd ahead!

"Waaaahhhhhh!"

Wherever Duanmu Huai goes, chaos ensues. Anyone hit by the swinging car remnants is sent flying into the sky. For a moment, they resemble a human fountain, flailing hands and feet, soaring up, then crashing down, rising again, falling once more, ascending again...and ultimately breaking apart.

In an instant, the air is filled with a bloody storm, with mangled flesh and splintered bones flying everywhere.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Mianmu Zuoniao is also surrounded by a group of cultists. She doesn't possess Duanmu Huai's terrifying strength and physical traits, but for Mianmu Zuoniao, having a sword in hand makes killing an easy task! She glides through the crowd like a ghost, and each flash of her sword results in someone falling to the ground. Her clear and sweet laughter, like silver bells, can be heard mingling in the scene, as if to her, this is just an enjoyable game.

Like Duanmu Huai, Mianmu Zuoniao doesn't care about the cultists blocking her path, whether they are male or female, old or young; she just kills everyone in her way.

"...Honestly, I can't see how we're the righteous side at all."

Watching the battle unfold in Kamurochō through the surveillance, Yuko Shionji finds herself speechless. Previously, those cultists were ruthless in murdering the innocent in Kamurochō, displaying viciousness. But Duanmu Huai and Mianmu Zuoniao turned out to be even more ruthless, resembling a "hidden boss crushing roadside mobs" more than "heroes of justice defeating evil villains"...

Xie Sita remains silent beside her, as for Shajuye, she doesn't even bother watching. Perhaps Shajuye guessed her brother's fight wouldn't look pretty, so she directly took Abigail back to the room to take care of the little panda.

Playing with the little panda is far more beneficial for mental health than watching Duanmu Huai's musou massacre.

This is the kind of thing that guarantees nightmares at night.

As for Inaba Tsukuyo...

"Um? Are you alright?"

Watching Inaba Tsukuyo clutching the sword in her arms, eyes tightly shut, with a red face and uncontrollable trembling, Xie Sita asks with some doubt. Inaba Tsukuyo pauses upon hearing Xie Sita's question, then shakes her head.

"No, I'm fine..."

While speaking, Inaba Tsukuyo calms herself again. She certainly cannot tell Xie Sita that, although she truly can't see, hearing the sounds from the monitor makes her feel as if she shares Duanmu Huai's vision, she can even perceive the cultists appearing before him, even "see" their presence!

Not only that, Inaba Tsukuyo's blood is surging rapidly, as if a martial artist unable to restrain themselves from jumping into action to slay enemies!

What's going on?

Putting aside Inaba Tsukuyo's anomaly, by now Xie Sita and Yuko Shionji have noticed the situation isn't as relaxed as they thought. While Duanmu Huai and Mianmu Zuoniao are indeed crushing small monsters, there are just too many small monsters!

More terrifyingly, they show no fear of death! No matter how brutally others are killed, they seem oblivious, relentlessly charging forward as if a god of death ahead is merely a half-price chip sale!

This is what truly fills them with dread.

One or two can be understood as fearless, but thousands of them all defying death, even willing to use their deaths to drag Duanmu Huai down for just a second—what kind of spirit is this!

Have they all gone insane!

At this rate, even Duanmu Huai...might not be able to hold on?

Whether Duanmu Huai can endure has no definite answer. But it's certain the two halves of the car he's holding won't last.

"Craaaack!!"

As Duanmu Huai sends another group of raving cultist lunatics flying, the remnants of the car in his hands disintegrate. He glances at the pieces in his hand and tosses them aside. He hasn't even reached the square in front of the theater yet, and before him lies a dark sea of masked, weapon-wielding cultists!

"Hmm... Trying to rely on numbers, huh."

For anyone else, they would likely be disheartened by now, charging purely on momentum. Even Mianmu Zuoniao, by now, is leaning against Duanmu Huai, panting constantly. Her spirit remains undeterred, but she's ultimately just an ordinary girl, with a human body, naturally unable to endure long.

But... This?

Duanmu Huai glances at the crowd before him, with a hint of indifference in his eyes. He is, after all, the Judge, a trivial group of heretical cultists is nothing, the Tyran Swarm's numbers greatly exceed this, and he hasn't felt fear!

Since you want to play the numbers game, let's see who has more!

"—————————"

Flames soar, the swaying shadows grow more intense, and behind Duanmu Huai, in the dim alleyways and dark buildings, people begin to emerge. They just look like the ordinary residents of Kamurochō, including thugs, office workers, young men soliciting outside adult venues, convenience store staff, a blond cowherd working at a Cowherd Store, public relations women in adult venues...

They seem indistinguishable from those heretical cultists, or perhaps their only difference is the lack of masks, yet their expressions remain calm, indifferent.

And in their hands, they hold various kinds of weapons.

These people aren't the inhabitants of Kamurochō, they are the shadow people scanned and replicated by Duanmu Huai.

Not about ratio? I scanned the whole Kamurochō, how about numbers now!?

The crowd waits silently behind Duanmu Huai, like soldiers awaiting orders. Duanmu Huai raises his hand, pointing forward.

"Begin the fight, then continue! Then repeat! Then repeat again! Until nothing breathing dares oppose us! In the name of the Tribunal, purify the heretics! Let them die, be forgotten, be destroyed! Kill them all, leave none!"

The battle trumpet finally sounds.

Signaling the start of an emotionless, ruthless, bloody fight.

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