I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

Then came the third, the fourth...

The killing became a silent solo dance without music.

Behind them, Marude's pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints.

He stared intently at the battlefield, trying to use his battle-hardened dynamic vision to catch Lynn's movements, but it was all in vain.

He could only see afterimages.

And with each flicker of the afterimage, one or more ghoul bodies would inevitably fall to the ground in a way that resembled the fragmentation of a work of art.

No screams.

Because the throat bone is always crushed immediately.

No resistance.

Because the kagune was uprooted before it could be released.

There was no bloody fighting.

Only absolute, one-sided, slaughter.

When the last ghoul was casually snapped at the neck by Lynn and tossed into a corner like trash.

The entire passageway in Area A fell into complete silence.

The air was filled with an overwhelming, pungent smell of blood.

Dozens of mutilated corpses formed a hellish scene.

In the center of the painting.

The man withdrew his hand.

His spotless white shirt was as clean as if it had just been taken out of the closet.

There wasn't even a single wrinkle.

From the first crack of bone to the final silence.

Not even a minute had passed.

Marude opened his mouth, but his throat was dry and he couldn't utter a single word.

The hundreds of investigators behind him seemed to have had their souls ripped out, turning into a silent statue.

In this deathly silence that could freeze even the soul—

"Ahhhh——!"

A violent crash of a quinque and a dying scream suddenly came from a side road deep in Area A.

"Lord Kuroda! We can't hold on any longer! We..."

A young investigator's chest was pierced by a hideous katana. Large amounts of bloody foam mixed with pieces of internal organs gushed from his mouth. He tried to say something, but only managed to make a hissing sound.

Their five-man team was trapped in a narrow passage.

Dozens of A-rank ghouls, and an S-rank ghoul named "Gecko" whose size resembles a small giant, surrounded them.

The investigator known as Kuroda is a middle-aged man who has lost an arm.

He gripped a shield-shaped quinque tightly with his only remaining right hand.

The shield was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

He shielded the last two terrified team members behind him, his teeth grinding together.

"hateful……"

They narrowly escaped death and rushed out of Block B to seek help.

In the end, I will still die here.

The S-rank ghoul "Gecko" let out a deafening roar, its massive fist, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind tearing through the air, slammed into Kuroda's shaky shield.

Kuroda closed his eyes.

ended.

……

however.

The expected excruciating pain and death did not occur.

All the roars, attacks, and screams... came to an abrupt halt.

The world has been muted.

Kuroda hesitated, then slowly opened his bloodshot eyes.

then.

He saw it.

The S-class ghoul "Gecko," which was supposed to smash them into mincemeat, had its enormous head missing.

The gushing blood, like a bursting fire hydrant, stained the entire ceiling red.

A lone man stood before the headless corpse and slowly withdrew his hand.

That hand was unbelievably clean, without even a drop of blood on it.

Around him, the dozens of ferocious Class A ghouls had all been reduced to scattered, irreparable parts.

Kuroda's mouth opened unconsciously, so wide that his jaw almost dislocated.

That silhouette...

This method of killing...

This figure, like a god descending!

A scene, buried deep in his memory and soaked in blood, cleaved open his mind!

Three years ago, during that top-secret "repression" incident that also occurred in Kukria, he had seen it from afar once!

"Your Excellency the...Warrior!!"

Kuroda seemed to have gone mad, scrambling forward as if he were in a frenzy. His severed arm was torn open, and blood flowed all over the ground, but he was completely oblivious to it.

He used all his strength to report urgently, his voice trembling violently from blood loss and excitement, breaking into broken sentences.

"It's you! You've finally arrived!"

"Sector B! There's still a large force in Sector B! They're being held up by several SS-rank monsters from the 'Azure Tree' organization! They can't get out!"

Kuroda's voice was choked with sobs, not with the relief of surviving a disaster, but with the utter despair of having completely exhausted himself after delivering the information.

"We...we're...the ones who asked for help..."

SS-rank ghoul!

These words were clearly heard by every investigator in the rear.

Everyone's face turned deathly pale instantly.

SS-class is a true natural disaster that requires a Special Investigator to risk their life to have any hope of eliminating!

The main force in Area B is probably already...

Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

They looked at the man standing amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, awaiting his decision.

However, Lynn was just...

Chapter 135: Instant Kill! He's the God of Investigators!

However, Lynn simply stared at the man with the severed arm in front of her, her eyes completely unmoved.

He didn't speak, he didn't even nod.

He simply raised his hand and brushed off non-existent dust from his shoulder.

Then, ignoring the rescued search team, he strode off.

Heading towards area B.

Towards that deeper darkness, inhabited by SS-class ghouls.

Alone, he walked towards the dark passage that resembled a gaping abyss.

All that remained for everyone behind him was a resolute silhouette.

Kuroda and his team members knelt on the spot, their mouths opening and closing unconsciously, unable to utter a sound.

Behind them, Marude Sai and hundreds of investigators watched in silence.

Fear, awe, and a sliver of absurd hope grow wildly in everyone's heart.

...

As Lynn stepped into Zone B, the thick, warm liquid instantly soaked over her ankles—

Behind him, Marutei's fingernails had pierced his palms.

That's not water.

is blood.

The blood that flowed like a river soaked the entire prison area.

He saw it.

The CCG's most elite troops are currently being divided, surrounded, and devoured by a tidal wave of ghouls.

The sound of kagune tearing flesh.

The wailing of the collapsing quinque.

The desperate cries of a companion before his death.

Everything was mixed together into a nauseating symphony.

More than seven hundred ghouls have turned this place into their hunting ground.

The surviving investigators were compressed into a small defensive perimeter, and every second someone fell and was instantly devoured.

At the heart of that wave of blood and flesh, two figures were the source of all despair.

One of them was a man whose entire body was covered in a ferocious, monstrous shell, constantly spewing crimson flames powerful enough to melt steel.

Tatara, an SS-rank ghoul and a member of the "Aogiri Tree" organization.

The other was a monster of unbelievably enormous size, yet moving with absolute silence.

Its attacks were repeatedly thwarted by the investigators, only to mysteriously regenerate the next second, making it impossible to kill no matter what kind of damage it suffered.

Noro, an SS-rank ghoul and a member of the "Aogiri Tree" organization.

One is the ultimate destruction, the other is the ultimate despair.

Marude's brain was working at lightning speed.

With a quick glance, he discovered at least a dozen S-rank ghouls mixed in among them.

Even if you were to commit the entire army behind you...

The win rate is zero.

Zero outright.

The only variable is that lonely figure that keeps walking forward.

Marude Sai had long since abandoned the ridiculous question of whether he could suppress it again.

There's only one thing he wants to know right now.

This man, known as the "Black Reaper"...

How will he, alone, "judge" this hell before him?

...