Suddenly, a mouth appeared out of nowhere in the golden, magnificent banquet hall.
Roars accompanied by viscous liquid dripped down.
Twisted limbs squeezed out from the cracks.
Flesh chunks fell into the crowd, instantly transforming the joyful wedding into a bloody hunting ground.
Some were like giant skinned hounds, others had tentacles and various nightmare-born alien shapes that only appear in the depths of hell, struggling as they descended.
Guests screamed and scattered, pushing and trampling. Expensive red wine mixed with blood, staining the white tablecloths red.
“Help!”
“Monsters! They’re monsters!”
The Esper security guards fought back, doing their best to protect the important guests.
Saori Saiyonji tore off the cumbersome Montsuki Haori, revealing the shirt underneath, and roared as he spread his arms wide.
BOOM!
A ring of crimson flame erupted violently around him, instantly evaporating the blood in the air and turning two aliens lunging at Kirishima Ren into charcoal.
“Ren! Hide!”
Kirishima Ren clung tightly to his clothes.
The heavy white Shiro-muku was now her greatest burden, but she didn’t scream.
She just bit her lip, pale-faced, and nodded.
“Saiyonji-senpai! I’ll help you!”
Kazama Ryo gripped his Kendo sword, legs trembling slightly.
This was his first time facing so many aliens, and unlike the weak ones that appeared randomly before, these aliens were… strong enough to choke him.
But he couldn’t back down.
Kazama Ryo shouted to boost his courage, then turned into a blurry afterimage charging into the swarm of monsters.
The blade flashed, not as smooth as in training, but at this critical moment of life and death, the boy’s potential was forced out.
Pfft!
An alien’s claw grazed his scalp, shaving off a few silver strands, while his blade smoothly cut the monster’s throat.
Sweat and blood slid down his cheek. The gray ash flame within him crazily clashed against the paralyzing poison.
Yuki Asahi knelt on one knee, veins bulging on his forehead. Cold sweat trickled down his face. “Not over yet, you ugly freaks!”
Just nine more minutes…
Then a hand roughly grabbed his collar, lifting his convulsing body.
“Yuki! Yuki Asahi!”
Yuki Asahi barely lifted his eyelids to see a face twisted with extreme fear.
It was Gaojian Zongyilang.
The once elegant politician now had disheveled hair. His dark golden eyes were filled with hysterical madness.
“What are you doing! Get up! Get up and protect me!” Gaojian Zongyilang clung to Yuki Asahi, spittle flying into his face.
“I’m the Policy Review Chairman of the Liberal Democratic Party! I’m the future Prime Minister of this country! I can’t die here! You have to protect me! It’s your duty!”
Around them, several ordinary bodyguards had been torn apart by aliens.
The fear of death had shattered his veneer of “elite.”
“…How ugly.” Yuki Asahi’s voice was hoarse. A chill of disgust flickered in his golden eyes.
“Kill these things! Now!” Gaojian Zongyilang shook Yuki Asahi violently, even dragging him toward the emergency exit, completely ignoring Yuki’s condition.
“My life is worth more than everyone here! Even if everyone here dies, you must make sure I survive! Do you understand?!”
Yuki Asahi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “How pathetic…”
An invisible wave erupted from his body, sending Gaojian Zongyilang flying several meters to land on the carpet.
Yuki Asahi braced himself on the ground again, fingers digging deeply into the carpet. “Cough… Let me recover… But for now… get away.”
Just as the chaos in the banquet hall reached its peak, the floor suddenly shook violently.
The central stage collapsed with a bang. A sickening stench mixed with thick purple fog gushed from underground.
A huge black shadow slowly rose from the dust. It was an extremely ugly giant.
His body seemed crudely stitched together from countless corpse chunks, and a massive gap on his belly grinned like a laughing mouth, dripping green saliva.
Feng He Shi.
And behind him, dozens of Semi-Devourers of various shapes, exuding violent auras, swarmed in like unleashed hounds.
Kazama Ryo, barely holding on, saw this and his pupils contracted. “W-What is that thing…? That aura… the aura of a villain soaked in countless battles.”
“Is this… the wedding of a big shot?” Feng He Shi looked around at the elite Espers squirming like insects on the ground, letting out a piercing laugh.
“Look at you! Normally you’re so high and mighty, now you’re groveling like pigs and dogs waiting to be slaughtered!”
He casually grabbed a security guard trying to resist, crushed him with a clear sound of breaking bones, then tossed him aside like trash.
“Saori Saiyonji!” Feng He Shi’s murky eyes locked onto the fire ring Saori was maintaining, and behind him, Kirishima Ren.
“What a touching love story… Since you’re so in love, why don’t you both go to hell and be a ghost couple?”
“Kill! Leave no one! Let all of Tokyo hear our rage!”
With Feng He Shi’s command, the Semi-Devourers behind him roared like wild beasts and charged frantically at the crowd.
The fragile defensive line collapsed instantly.
The outer aliens kept most of the ordinary guards busy, while these intelligent, special-ability Semi-Devourers headed straight for the core of the banquet hall—the defenseless Esper guests.
Kageya Tsubaki, who had fallen, suddenly had bloodshot eyes. Kazama Ryo saw a Semi-Devourer rush toward her. “No! Stay away!”
His sword cut a harsh arc through the air, slashing heavily onto the Semi-Devourer’s back.
CLANG!
Sparks flew.
This time, his blade didn’t cut through the enemy’s defense like a hot knife through butter.
The Semi-Devourer’s skin was as hard as iron, leaving only a white mark.
The monster turned, revealing a scaly face, and sneered, “Kid, your sword is too dull.”
It threw a punch.
BAM!
Kazama Ryo barely managed to block with his sword, but the immense force sent him flying, crashing heavily into the wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Kazama!” Hanyu Suoluo screamed desperately from under a table.
Before Kazama Ryo could get up, another Semi-Devourer leaped high, its bone spike aimed straight at his chest.
Was he going to die?
Kazama Ryo watched the bone spike get closer, but his body was too pained to move.
At the last moment, a figure stood in front of him.
BOOM!
Flames exploded, blasting the ambushing Semi-Devourer away.
Saori Saiyonji gasped for breath, standing in front of Kazama Ryo. A deep, bone-deep gash ran along his arm.
“Can you still move, boy?” Saori didn’t look back, his eyes fixed on the approaching Feng He Shi.
“I… I can still fight…” Kazama Ryo struggled to stand.
“Then get up and fight! Don’t embarrass the Supernatural Club!”
Saori wiped blood from his mouth and clapped his hands together.
A raging sea of fire surged forward, temporarily driving back the surrounding Semi-Devourers.
But such an attack was nothing to Feng He Shi.
He snorted, and his huge stitched arm swept out, tearing through the fire sea. He grinned, disappearing instantly.
“So fast! I’m bored too.”
Saori Saiyonji’s pupils shrank. He barely had time to cross his arms in defense.
THUD!
A dull, heavy impact. Saori Saiyonji flew backward, crashing hard into the wedding cake stand.
The seven-layer cake, symbol of happiness, shattered instantly. Cream and blood mixed together, looking especially tragic.
“Saori!” Kirishima Ren tried desperately to rush to him, but two Semi-Devourers blocked her path.
Saori Saiyonji struggled to push himself up from the rubble, coughing up a mouthful of blood. “Cough…”
At least three ribs were broken, and his internal organs were severely injured. It had been too long since he fought; his reactions were slow.
He stood shakily, flames reigniting in his hands. But he knew he was at his last gasp.
Feng He Shi strolled over, looking down at the once-aspiring political rising star. “You’re really tenacious.”
His huge foot stepped onto Saori’s chest, slowly applying pressure.
“Sadly, reality isn’t a manga. No miracles.”
“Now, I’m going to tear your beautiful bride apart, piece by piece, right in front of you… Let you choke on despair as you draw your last breath.”
Feng He Shi turned his head, scanning the scene.
Not finding Yuki Asahi, he shook his head with slight disappointment, then waved at his underlings holding Kirishima Ren.
“Do it.”
“No! Stop!” Saori Saiyonji’s eyes widened, struggling frantically, but the foot was as immovable as a mountain.
At the same time, at the emergency exit, disheveled Yuki Asahi gritted his teeth.
Just as the Semi-Devourer’s claws were about to claw at Kirishima Ren’s beautiful face, a crackling sound came from the huge dome glass above the banquet hall.
It was barely noticeable in the noisy battlefield, but then—
CRASH!
The entire dome shattered instantly.
A rain of glass shards cascaded down like diamonds, sparkling brilliantly under the sun’s refraction.
Amidst that light, five black figures descended like gods from the sky, carrying fierce killing intent.
“Who?!” Feng He Shi looked up sharply, a unprecedented sense of danger making every stitch on his body quiver.
SHWOOOSH!
A red blood line fell like a laser, precisely severing the arm reaching for Kirishima Ren.
Before the Semi-Devourer could scream, a broadsword was hurled, its blade piercing through its head, carrying the body dozens of meters to slam into a wall.
The first figure to land straightened slowly. Black combat armor outlined a straight posture.
In his hand was a long blade condensed from blood.
He tilted his head slightly, glancing coldly at the corpse underfoot, then fixed his gaze on Feng He Shi, who was stepping on Saori Saiyonji.
“Hattori Dai… DRG…” Saori Saiyonji, lying on the ground, looked at the familiar figure, his pupils dilating slightly.
Meanwhile, from another direction, Kazama Ryo’s mind rang with Hattori Yumeko’s ecstatic voice: “It’s my husband! He’s alive! DRG is alive too!”