As the white dragon opened its mouth, a voice rang out—clear, delicate, and unmistakably that of a lolita, perfectly matching her appearance.
Misaki had already leapt to the ground. Though she saw Gojo Satoru clashing with Mitaka Jin in the skies above, she knew this wasn't the time for recklessness. All she could do now was trust in Shiro Sakamaki.
With Kanna Kamui's arrival, Shiro had no more reason to hold back. Ever since arriving in this country, he hadn't truly gone all out. Tonight, that would change.
Gojo Satoru hadn't yet ascended to Tier 6-level, but capturing the fully-transformed Mitaka Jin should be a simple matter for him.
First, he had to clear the field.
The crowd of machine-flesh hybrids—once shambling like zombies—suddenly accelerated. The sound of internal gears spinning filled the air as they burst into motion, blurring into streaks of deadly afterimages.
Chanting echoed from their mouths:
"Our flesh is weak. Our machines ascend. Let us embrace the glorious evolution!"
Ironically, these so-called "evolved" beings had already lost their souls—now hollow husks driven only by mechanical instinct.
Shiro stood firm as they charged. A dangerous grin curled on his lips, the bones in his fingers cracking ominously.
"Perfect," he muttered. "You guys can be my warm-up—then I'll go pay that bastard a visit."
He tugged his collar, loosening two buttons. The shift in his aura was immediate. The gentle, composed demeanor disappeared, replaced by raw aggression.
He didn't opt for wide-range thunder attacks this time. Instead, Armament Haki surged across his body, coating him in jet-black energy. It spread from his limbs to his neck, eventually covering half his face.
He hadn't focused on cultivating Haki, but with his growing physical strength and spiritual power, it developed naturally alongside.
The sheer intensity of his Haki dyed the air around him black. It wasn't that he couldn't cover his entire face—it simply wasn't necessary.
But with this many enemies, even with his overwhelming strength, he couldn't risk taking direct hits from those spinning drill-like appendages.
Shiro exhaled deeply. From his breath, countless micro thunder serpents slithered into the air. Thunder pulsed through every muscle, transforming his lean frame into one of raw, explosive power.
The first monster—a heavy-class unit—rushed in. The sound of its rotating limbs slicing through the air was deafening. Shiro didn't flinch.
Boom!
His fist connected first.
The monster's metal body shattered on impact. One-third of its form exploded outward, jagged parts slicing through monsters behind it like shrapnel. Yet it still stood—its remaining eye flickering red.
Boom!
Shiro's second strike obliterated its head, and a third crushed its core. The red light vanished. The monster collapsed, lifeless.
In a flash, he grabbed the mangled limbs and swung them like a wrecking ball. Waves of metal monsters were swept away, crashing into each other and breaking apart mid-air.
But they didn't stay down.
Even missing limbs or heads, they kept coming—so long as the core remained intact.
Countless sharp blades aimed for Shiro's body, intending to tear him apart.
Clapping his hands, Shiro activated alchemy. His lightning transformed into intense magnetic fields, yanking enemies off-balance mid-charge.
Then, as the horde neared, his voice thundered:
"Boom Thunderstorm!"
Lightning—dense enough to resemble plasma—condensed in his palm. With a roar, he slammed it into the ground.
BOOM!
A blinding storm erupted outward. Seen from above, it looked like a meteor strike—Shiro at the center of a massive crater.
Metal monsters were vaporized or torn apart. Their cores shattered. The crimson glow in their eyes faded to darkness as they collapsed.
Within moments, what had once been a sea of enemies turned into a rain of scrap metal.
Even Kanna, a natural-born thunder dragon, was in awe. Thunder came as easily to her as breathing—but Shiro, a mere human, had mastered lightning to a terrifying degree.
Now fully unleashed, Shiro dove into the remaining crowd like a lion among sheep. Every move he made was destruction incarnate.
One punch could obliterate an entire enemy. His attacks now mixed with advanced Haki, each strike cloaked in devastating energy.
It didn't matter how strong the monsters were. He met them all with brute force—merciless, precise, unstoppable.
Had these monsters retained any will, they would have fled in terror at the sight of their comrades crushed like tin cans.
From a distance, Sayuri Sawamura, Misaki Kamiigusa, and even a groggy Eriri watched in stunned silence.
Kanna flared her wings in admiration.
None of them could believe their eyes. This was the same Shiro who had always seemed so calm and refined?
With the crowd cleared, and Gojo Satoru having already evacuated the remaining civilians, Shiro Sakamaki could finally fight without restraint.
And now... the real battle was about to begin.
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