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They did not charge, they did not shout.

I just silently followed behind those two figures.

At the very front was a man walking with the ease of someone heading into their own backyard.

A little later, there was Mado Kureo, who was frantically chasing miracles and emitting low laughter.

Finally, there are these silent martyrs who will witness the Last Judgment.

The group walked toward the open gates of hell.

……

The interior of Cukria is pure white.

The walls, ceiling, floor—everything was painted a stripped-away white, as if to use this stark white to conceal the countless sins and despair that seeped beneath.

But now, evil, in the most glaring red, proclaims its existence on this pale white backdrop.

There were fan-shaped bloodstains on the wall, resembling splattered 893.

There were dark red trails left on the floor.

The air was thick with a nauseatingly sweet mixture of rust and rotting flesh.

As Lynn stepped through the gate, it was as if he had stepped from the human world into a slaughterhouse.

He was 150 meters behind him.

Led by Marude Sai, hundreds of investigators quickly formed a formation, and the sound of quinques hitting the ground echoed one after another.

Instead of advancing, they built a defensive line composed of quinques and flesh and blood.

A witness stand.

This is the outermost area of ​​the prison, and also the place with the fewest and weakest ghouls.

Even so, the horrific scene before them still made the young investigators, who were new to the battlefield, turn pale and feel nauseous.

Several B-rank ghouls responsible for patrolling the perimeter were the first to discover this uninvited guest who had intruded alone.

Their scarlet eyes lit up, and their mouths grinned.

The next second, they moved.

Several long, whip-like scales burst from the back of a ghoul, lashing out at Lynn's limbs.

The other one slid down from the ceiling ventilation duct, its claws aimed at his head.

They work in perfect harmony and are ruthless and merciless.

Lynn did not pause in her steps.

In his eyes, these so-called ghouls were nothing more than a bunch of moving troubles pieced together from fatal weaknesses and fragile structures.

Just as the scales were about to reach his body, he shifted his body half a step to the left.

It's not fast, but it's precise down to the millimeter.

Four kagune blades grazed his clothes and struck empty air, sending sparks flying from the hard ground.

"Keng!"

At the rear, a young investigator dropped his quinque case with a crisp sound.

The veteran next to him didn't scold him because his own hands were shaking.

It's now.

Following the pulling force, Lynn moved forward instead of backing away, instantly pressing close to the ghoul's arms.

He could even hear the other person's heart pounding violently with excitement.

His hand slipped between the ribs and grasped the warm, pulsating source.

Then, a handshake.

"Pfft."

The ghoul's ferocious grin froze, the red light in his ghoul eyes dimmed, and his body slumped limply to the ground.

At the same time, the sound of the wind overhead subsided.

The ghoul that fell from the sky was right in front of me.

Lynn did not look up.

He simply released his grip, letting the warm body slide down (bddd), and then raised his right hand.

The timing was perfect, down to the last detail.

The ghoul's head, as if offered as a sacrifice, fell precisely into his outstretched palm.

"Click——"

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed in the empty passageway.

The head, along with the brain and spine inside, was forcibly shaped into an irregular form.

The headless corpse tumbled and fell to the ground due to inertia, then fell silent.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Simple and efficient.

And, with extraordinary cruelty.

One hundred and fifty meters away, all the investigators who witnessed this scene felt as if their hearts were being squeezed by an invisible hand.

That wasn't a battle.

A battle should be a back-and-forth affair, with offense and defense, advance and retreat, a contest of skill and strength.

What just happened was an execution.

It is a purely physical elimination of lower organisms by higher life forms.

"Hehe...hehehehe..."

Mado Kureo's frenzied, excited roar shattered the deathly silence.

He was trembling all over, and a kind of pilgrimage-like ecstasy bloomed on his distorted face.

"This is the real 'Black Reaper'! This is the real him!!"

He gripped Amon Kotaro's shoulder tightly, his nails almost digging into the other's flesh.

"It's not a scheme! It's not a weapon! Amon-kun! Did you see that?! It's pure! Absolute 'force'!!"

The remaining dozens of ghouls finally reacted to the instant death of their kin.

But what greeted them was not fear, but rather aroused, beast-like ferocity.

They roared and surged up from all directions like a tidal wave.

Lynn's steps did not falter.

He stepped over the two still-warm corpses and voluntarily faced the crimson wave.

He precisely cut into the mass of flesh.

Turn to the side to avoid the sharp claws.

With a flick of his elbow, the attacker's throat shattered from behind.

He ducked, dodging the sweeping attack of the kagune.

With his five fingers together, he formed a knife and sliced ​​open the kagune of another ghoul from bottom to top.

Warm RC cells gushed out, but he perfectly avoided them, not even getting them on the hem of his clothes.

Wherever he went, ghouls fell in droves.

“It’s so beautiful…so pure…” Mado Kureo’s voice was sharp and piercing.

"Crush all resistance into dust!"

"Erase all life completely!"

"This is... a funeral! Yes! This is... the most merciful funeral for them!"

Kotaro Amon's ears throbbed from his shout, his face filled with shock, but he couldn't refute it.

Because, his heart was also deeply moved by that solitary figure, a sight that had resonated with an unprecedented intensity.

Marude stood at the very front, his pupils contracting sharply.

The cold, almost magical words in the archives transformed into the most real and bloody images at that moment, shocking his understanding.

He finally understood why those old guys said, "With him here, the fighting strength is sufficient."

This is no longer in the category of "sufficient".

This is crushing.

at last.

When the last ghoul was pinned down by Lynn's spine, his entire upper body was stomped into the ground.

The few surviving ghouls finally broke down.

They looked at the man who stood on the corpse of his own kind, yet was not a drop of blood on his body, and an uncontrollable shudder, originating from the depths of their genes, appeared in their eyes.

They turned and fled frantically toward the CCG investigators.

They would rather face hundreds of heavily armed enemies than take another step closer to that man.

"Get ready to meet the enemy!"

Marude's roar brought the investigators on the front line back to their senses instantly.

A flash of swords and spears, and several heads flew into the air.

The battle ended without any suspense.

Lynn did not turn around.

He simply shook off non-existent dust from his trouser legs and continued walking deeper into the prison.

Beneath my feet lay layers upon layers of mutilated corpses.

He stepped across the carpet of blood and flesh without stopping and walked straight into the gate leading to Area A.

The resistance here is clearly more organized.

The defensive line composed of dozens of A-level ghouls was far more organized than the small fry on the periphery.

They know how to cooperate, how to utilize the terrain, and have extremely rich combat experience.

But for Lynn, the only difference was that it changed from "cleaning up the trash" to "cleaning up the trash with a little effort".

A Kokuryu ghoul roared as it charged in, like a runaway truck.

Lynn neither dodged nor avoided the attack; instead, the moment the other person approached, he raised his right foot and seemingly casually took a step forward.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, he stepped directly onto the ghoul's armored kagune, which was used for defense.

The next second, the hard armor that was strong enough to withstand bullets shattered like glass being smashed by a hammer, spreading out like a spider web!

The ghoul's massive body crashed to its knees, and Lynn's foot, with undiminished force, stomped its entire head into the cold floor.

"Boom--!"

The dull thud was the opening ceremony of this massacre.

It was also... the only noise.

Lynn did not stop.

He didn't even glance at the corpse at his feet again; his figure vanished from the spot in an instant, like a ghost disappearing into the shadows.

The next second, he appeared beside another ghoul.

Before the ghoul could even turn its head, a hand had already pierced through its back and chest, crushing its kagune.

"puff!"