Summon the Twelve Kizuki at the Start!

It was too late to chase it out. The other party did not give him this opportunity to pursue at all. The speed was so fast that Akaza felt a little ashamed of himself, but it was to let go of such a strong person. It would make the Higher-ups feel extreme pity, even extreme annoyance. He was annoyed by his lack of strength, and at the same time, he was feeling angry.

Akaza believed that Bulat was despising him. He was thinking that he was not worthy to be his opponent.

"Boom!"

"Bastard!"

Akaza's right hand slammed into the wall beside him, and a terrifying crack immediately spread from it. The look on his face also became fierce. After hundreds of years of death matches, it was the first time he had met an opponent who despised him so much. The feeling given to him—like the only guy in the Twelve Kizuki who made him feel unsurpassable—gave Akaza a sense of powerlessness.

"Captain!"

Just when Akaza was trembling with anger, more than a dozen armed garrison members not far away had already surrounded him. The skull was shattered up close, and there were several blood holes all over his body. But they still recognized the man in front of them who had fallen to the ground and died too thoroughly to recover.

It was Captain Ogre, the same man who used to take them to play in the bustling streets of the Imperial Capital on weekdays. Looking at a powerful existence like Ogre being killed, some timid and weak members of the garrison couldn't help but feel a little fearful. But if there were the faint of heart, there were also those who were bold.

Among them, there were more ambitious ones who could see through the opportunity. If they killed this strange man in front of them, didn't that mean they could take the place of Ogre and sit in the rare, fat position in the Imperial Capital?

"Bastard, it's you who killed Captain Ogre!"

"Go and die!"

One of them picked up the gun in his hand and shot directly at Akaza. Gunfire continued to ring out, and countless bullets also flew toward him. But Akaza ignored the bullets and just stared at the location where Bulat had fled with a gloomy face.

"Noisy, a bunch of scum."

A chill flashed in Akaza's eyes. He needed to vent at this time. When all the bullets entered his body without fail, the murderous aura on his body also rose to its peak. The aura of his body completely erupted, and the light of Destructive Death: Compass Needle became brighter and brighter along with his emotions.

"How is it possible… Monsters…"

"Obviously they hit him…"

"Could it be that this guy is immortal?"

Looking at Akaza's body, which had been shot into a sieve, it was recovering at an extremely fast rate. Everyone's eyes revealed a look of disbelief. They couldn't understand how anyone could have such terrifying recovery speed. How could someone be shot in the brain and still survive?

They all couldn't believe it—couldn't believe that the scene in front of them was real. But Akaza did not want to waste time entangling with this garbage and scum. Today, he had no interest in hunting.

"Destructive Death: Final Style — Blue and Silver Chaotic Light!"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and with himself as the center, he fired hundreds of blows around in an instant. It was so fast that it was even slightly faster than bullets. It could be captured by the naked eye, but it could not be reacted to. This was the most terrifying point—you could only watch the extremely terrifying attacks close in on you.

At this moment, everyone present began to feel the fear of death. For the unknown, for the horror, they gained a new understanding. Without waiting for them to react, they were struck by this extremely strong fighting style that lit up the sky. It exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood, floating around.

Akaza looked cold, and the blood and minced flesh on the ground squished beneath his bare feet. Staining his palm with blood, he began to slowly write a few large characters on the intact wall to the side.

...

Half an hour later.

Seryu Ubiquitous, who was investigating near Red Light Street, still hadn't received any update from Ogre and the others and started to feel that something was wrong. It wasn't far from where Ogre was patrolling—she herself could have arrived in fifteen minutes. But now, more than forty minutes had passed since the notification.

"Strange. Master shouldn't be such a late arrival, right?"

"Did something happen?"

Seryu Ubiquitous showed a hint of doubt on her face as she looked toward a cracked house above. She couldn't help but feel a bad premonition rise in her heart and immediately dashed toward the direction of Ogre's patrol.

"Koro, please."

Seryu Ubiquitous placed the dog-like creature in her arms onto the ground. Her expression turned serious. The dog she called Koro was the bio-type Imperial Arm known as Hekatonheires, one of the forty-eight top Imperial Arms in the Empire.

As Koro landed on the ground, the tip of his nose began sniffing rapidly. Instantly, he sprinted in a specific direction—three times faster than Seryu Ubiquitous herself. One person and one Teigu rushed forward one after the other.

Soon, when Seryu Ubiquitous arrived in an alley, her expression gradually became dull. This was the most miserable purgatory on earth she had ever seen in her life. Compared to the death of her parents, the shock this brought her was even greater.

At this time, blood and minced flesh filled the entire street. The strong smell of blood even wafted over to the next block. And then—Seryu Ubiquitous saw a familiar body.

Although some of the corpses were already tattered beyond human recognition, she could still tell from the clothing and physical features that these were comrades who had fought by her side and fulfilled their righteous duties together.

"Don't lick their blood, Koro!"

Seryu Ubiquitous's expression turned darker and darker, and her anger began to surge. Tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes. Her gaze had landed on the one person she wanted to find the most—and the one she was most afraid to find.

It was her master. The man known as Oni no Ogre.

The strongest man in the Imperial Capital Garrison… now reduced to a corpse.

The blood hole in his chest, coupled with his shattered head, made Seryu Ubiquitous tremble with rage. And just now, her Imperial Arm—the Hekatonheires, Koro—had been licking the blood of their fallen companions.

How could she not be angry?

With her scolding, the Hekatonheires stopped and sat down beside Seryu Ubiquitous, looking aggrieved. Seryu Ubiquitous then turned her head and looked at a few large blood-red words written on the wall next to her.