Chapter 63: Watching the creature move, Muzan sweated profusely.
「 "Lady Cocolia... Thank you for raising me, and thank you for leaving the choice to me."
"But... I'm sorry, Mother. This last time, I could not stand by your side."
"..." Cocolia's brow furrowed, and she slowly closed her eyes.
"You say that the depths of human nature are foolish and timid, and perhaps that's true. Despair reveals the darkest side of the human heart."
"...But you've overlooked those who strive to survive and fight in the face of despair. I've seen the light in them, on the front lines of the restricted zone, in the lower levels, in the corners you've ignored."
"Our ancestors built this city with their own hands, extending civilization amidst the wind and snow. Even if this world is destined to fall apart, the path to the end should be paved by humanity itself, not by entrusting our fate to this bane!" 」
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~Akame Ga Kill World~
"...This child, she speaks well."
In the Night Raid headquarters, Najenda listened intently to Bronya's speech, unable to help but praise her from the bottom of her heart.
As a future leader, Bronya not only had excellent military training but also the mental fortitude to remain calm in times of crisis. Although she grew up in an aristocratic environment, she could empathize with the common people and win their hearts.
As a leader herself, she couldn't help but compare herself to the young emperor in the Empire...
Looking at the screen full of wind and snow, a hint of envy welled up in her heart.
Although they didn't have the extreme and dangerous environment of Belobog, the people in the Empire were subjected to daily exploitation and cruel rule by those in power. Their situation was probably as difficult as that of the lower levels.
"If Bronya were to replace the emperor and rule the Empire, there probably wouldn't be anything left for us Night Raid,"
Najenda said with a bitter smile.
It was foreseeable that the future Belobog would usher in an era of prosperity and peace. But their revolutionary army didn't know how many more people would have to die...
Najenda flicked the cigarette in her hand and fell into contemplation.
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「 "We are guardians chosen by ordinary people, Mother! Our duty is to [ Preserve ] the world built by humanity! We are not gods, not judges!"
Bronya's gaze was firm: "You want to trample on human nature and play the role of both god and judge – I cannot allow such a thing!"
The anticipation in Cocolia's eyes gradually dissipated, and that rare hint of warmth slowly vanished into the vast expanse of wind and snow. She said coldly,
"Is that so... your choice is... like that. I understand, Bronya."
As if relieved, Cocolia raised her head and sighed,
"It's a pity... It's a pity you won't see a beautiful world. You cannot break free from the shackles of thought... Do you know? You were supposed to be... the [ Mother ] of the new world."
As soon as her words fell, the ground suddenly began to tremble.
The surface cracked inch by inch, and the roar of machinery echoed continuously, as if a battle hymn spanning seven hundred years was being played in this icy, snowy land.
A smile finally appeared on Cocolia's face.
Her elegance, composure, and calmness... seemed to return to her in this instant of great earthquake.
"This city... the fate of Belobog is already sealed. Its future will unfold in our hands. And you will become the foundation of this new world!"
Cocolia raised her right hand high, and a point of cold light rapidly condensed in her hand, finally transforming into a long spear forged from ice.
"Without breaking the old, there is no way to establish the new! In my capacity as the Supreme Guardian, I order you to rise– Engine of Creation!"
Along with the earth-shattering roar, a gigantic mechanical hand, seemingly capable of covering the sky and the sun, suddenly broke through the ice.
Engine of Creation's hand reached towards the sky, slowly clenching into a fist. With the grinding of gears, the surrounding air seemed to be squeezed and distorted, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle.
"Not good! It's the ancient machine of the Architects! Everyone, be careful!"
Before Bronya's words could even finish, this giant hand, like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashed down towards March and the others with the force of thunder! 」
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~Baki World~
"How about it, Yujiro? Didn't you want to challenge the strong in the world?"
Miyamoto Musashi laughed heartily,
"Want to try this?"
Facing such a behemoth, Miyamoto Musashi knew he was no match.
The essence of swordsmanship is the art of killing, and even if he had reached the pinnacle in the realm of "sword," he couldn't cut down non-human beings. Besides, one finger of the Creation Engine was thicker than his entire body.
At this moment, Yujiro's hair was already floating, and his entire face was extremely distorted, like a demon from hell.
Miyamoto Musashi knew this was a sign of his intense fighting spirit.
It seemed he really wanted to challenge the Engine of Creation, but unfortunately...
"Hey, come look at this!"
Old Man Tokugawa's voice suddenly sounded behind them.
Tokugawa turned on the television and saw a burly man about 2 meters tall running frantically on the streets of Tokyo.
He was disheveled and naked, wearing only a simple white loincloth, while looking up at the Engine of Creation swinging its heavy fist on the light screen, and dodging in panic.
Along the way, he knocked over countless vehicles but was unharmed. Only when he looked at the Engine of Creation did his face show the fear of a prey.
"Pickle... Is he treating the Engine of Creation as a beast chasing him?"
"In the Cretaceous period he lived in, there were no dinosaurs of the Creation Engine's level, right? Although Pickle can prey on Tyrannosaurus Rex, he is helpless against this steel monster."
"Because of the light screen, Pickle can't escape the Engine of Creation's sight, so he's running around in a panic,"
Tokugawa sighed.
"Let me make arrangements and bring Pickle here."
As the most powerful man in Japan, the man whom even former Prime Minister Shinzo Abe treated with respect and fear, it was easy for Tokugawa to protect Pickle.
~Demon Slayer World~
At this moment, seeing the Engine of Creation smash its fist into the ground, Muzan's entire body involuntarily trembled.
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his cheek...
The Upper Rank demons who were watching with him all fell silent in unison.
It was true that demons could regenerate as long as their necks weren't severed... But if they were smashed into a meat paste by this iron fist from technology, probably no Upper Rank demon could even struggle!
After a long time, Muzan's cold voice slowly echoed in the Infinity Castle:
"Gyokko, what do you think of this ancient machine?"
"Ah, this..."
Gyokko instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
What could he think? He could only watch from inside his pot!
With this punch, no Blood Demon Art would be effective!
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