On the other side, Kirito was struggling to wield his katana, but these monsters were like madmen, unafraid of weapons or injuries.
And their numbers kept increasing from behind.
Those black and red bald heads came rushing.
Kirito crouched, drew his sword, and performed a horizontal slash, then twisted his waist backward to turn the blade, only facing the crowd sideways, blade towards the enemy.
Instantly, blood was slashed from the bodies of those things. Some monsters had their abdomens or hands directly cut open by that horizontal slash.
However, even with their internal organs spilling out, they didn't care in the slightest. Dragging their flowing gastrointestinal tracts, their scarlet eyes still stared at Kirito.
"Woman! Woman!"
Those beast-like growls continuously emanated from their throats.
They were probably experimental subjects of those drugs, and most likely, the agents that drove the sewer creatures mad were just their excretions. These things were extremely fast, and their strength was definitely not that of ordinary humans.
However, their lost sanity made them far less terrifying than the Deep Ones who could use weapons.
But the space was truly too small. Kirito straightened his waist, twisted his wrist, and pressed one foot against the back wall, attempting once again to use the immense rotational force of his waist to unleash a horizontal slash.
"Clang!"
The sword embedded itself in the body of an experimental subject, but the opponent did not fall, nor did the blade pierce through.
Instead, other experimental subjects took the opportunity to seize his wrist with many hands, one hand reaching for his chest, and others for his limbs.
The confined space, coupled with the katana and the sheer number of opponents, made it difficult to maneuver.
Even as he tried to exert force with the katana to directly sever the first experimental subject's spine, the opponent was still trying to lick his hand.
The sword finally slipped from his grasp. Kirito pushed with all his might against the things that rushed at him with scarlet eyes, like a pile of rotting flesh.
His strength was considerable; two of them were indeed pushed away by his desperate shove. But the number of experimental subjects was simply too great, and their fearless spirit also kept Kirito scrambling.
Looking at the eager, teddy-like thrusting gun barrels pointed at him, Kirito slumped into a corner in despair.
Cold sweat ran down his palms.
This was the most nervous he had been since he started acting with Keli and Kazuma.
Since there were no hostages, this urgency shouldn't have appeared on an Undead.
Because of the Undead's characteristics, it was destined that their enemies should be the ones to fear them. Death to them was just another new beginning. Even in failure, they could constantly challenge again and continue fighting.
But now it was different, it was different.
His corpse would be teleported next to Keli. He was afraid, he was afraid that when he was teleported next to Keli, he would be backside up, already filled with the Ultimate Bladder Sword.
That would truly be more painful than an eternal slumber.
"No! No! I… I don't want to lose!"
Kirito reached for his waist; he remembered there were stun grenades Keli had distributed. He was going to make a desperate stand against these things.
However, when his hand reached his waist, what he felt was a cold sensation.
This… This is my curved blade?!
So, you were always by my side!
Kirito did not take out the stun grenades, nor did he draw his dual blades in the usual crossed manner.
Instead, he directly grabbed both swords and drew them straight out, which meant wielding them in a reverse grip.
At this moment, many images flashed through Kirito's mind. He started clumsily, then skillfully began to twist his waist and turn.
He abandoned the standard movements of kendo, all the PvP and PvE wisdom learned from playing SAO, discarding martial arts here. In his mind, only Keli's figure remained, rushing fearlessly into every monster horde to slaughter, and the kendo power techniques he had practiced as a child, which his body still instinctively used.
He no longer cared if his body accidentally touched those hideous things that seemed to be steaming, already oozing liquid as soon as they approached him. Instead, like wildly swinging a turtle-style punch, he continuously hacked away with his reverse-gripped blades.
It's here! This is the feeling!
Ignoring the blood splattering around him, Kirito swung his increasingly fluid dual blades like a twin curved sword technique, or perhaps a demon's chaotic dance.
"Starburst Stream!!"
"Click!"
Keli, dragging a person, descended in the elevator. As the door opened, he heard Kirito shouting loudly.
"Ah!"
Kirito's originally high fighting spirit, like a group member rushing halfway only to find the target was his mother from the south, instantly withered.
This kind of desperate outburst, throwing caution to the wind, and shouting the name of a move, is certainly cool when you're surrounded by enemies.
But, but if someone he knew saw him shouting something like "Starburst Stream" while fighting… This… This is too embarrassing!
"Watch this person. She is the researcher for this experiment. I'm going to guard the main entrance."
Keli, who was originally worried that the two might be captured and had directly hijacked this woman to use her authority to come down and help, nodded.
He walked back into the elevator, pretending nothing had just happened.
Watching the elevator doors slowly close, Kirito breathed a sigh of relief.
Phew! Good thing Keli is always steady and reliable. We'll just tacitly pretend we didn't see this…
Suddenly, the elevator doors opened again.
Keli made a crazy gesture, waving his hands as if performing acrobatics.
"Starburst Stream! Hahahaha!"
"You motherfucker!"
Kirito's face turned red with anger. This time, the doors closed completely.
However, Kirito hadn't killed all the test subjects during their brief interaction. The reason no one bothered them while they were talking was because…
"Save me! Save me! What organization are you from?! This project can't proceed without me! If you lose me, no one will know the formula. To avoid being optimized, the ingredient list I showed my superiors had some blurred data and new results!"
"If I die, all of you will… Ahhh! Get your hands off me! You lowly pigs! Obey my commands! Go eliminate the invaders! Have you forgotten how I educated you?!"
From the moment Keli threw this woman in, all the test subjects shifted their targets and began dragging her backward.
Hearing the woman's words, Kirito finally turned his head to look at her.
Kirito was someone who couldn't stand to see girls get hurt, but he had nothing to say to researchers involved in human experimentation.
"Hurry! They'll kill me! You want the results from here, right?! Hurry!"
The woman was still screaming.
"Sigh… Since a part of it is still in your head, that's great. This way, if you die, we'll have a lot less trouble."
Kirito replied, ignoring the woman whose white lab coat was being torn, and her somewhat dazed and hysterical expression.
"How can this be?! Why don't you want our results?! Why… Wuwuwu!"
Kirito pulled a USB drive from a zippered compartment inside his bass bag, found the computer that had been knocked over (unsure if it still worked), and plugged it in.
"Hmm… I seem to have forgotten something, but it doesn't matter. Let Yui help me retrieve some data first."
As he spoke, the computer quickly booted up, and the boot password was rapidly cracked. Then, Kirito began browsing and deleting some files.
"Yui, whatever you do, don't look at those video files. Just send them directly to me."
He typed this line into a software program dragged from the USB drive.
However, did Kirito truly forget something, or was it because they were all in the room anyway, he had already lost face, and he couldn't let Kazuma have an easy time? After all, everyone was an immortal, and playing to the death was a different story.
The upright and kind Kirito seemed to be somewhat corrupted by his surroundings.