East Capital, Sludge City.
Inside the brightly lit Japanese castle, an aura of extravagance and depravity spread in the shadows.
The nobles, dressed in luxurious kimonos, had long since torn off their usual masks of hypocrisy. They embraced the geishas, their fingers boldly exploring their kimonos, their eyes gleaming with greedy desire.
Politicians sat around on tatami mats, wine cups overturned, sake spilling onto expensive silk, yet no one paid it any mind—their attention was entirely focused on the young girls forced to kneel, their laughter mixed with crude teasing.
The geishas forced smiles, but trembled beneath the cover of their sleeves. The scent of their makeup was soaked through with sweat and alcohol, their exquisite makeup unable to hide the fear in their eyes.
But most horrifying were the strange tattoos appearing on the exposed skin of these important figures—necks, wrists, and even chests—twisted hourglasses and one-eyed whirlpools, glowing with a sickly phosphorescent green light in the dim illumination, as if alive, pulsating with their desires.
"To the Supreme Dream Lord, cheers!" a cabinet minister shouted drunkenly, his kimono disheveled, revealing his tattooed chest.
"Cheers!" everyone echoed with laughter, the clinking of glasses mixed with women's screams.
Inside the opulent banquet hall, fear and desire intertwined into a twisted revelry.
The trembling pupils of the geishas and attendants, who were being wantonly played with by the powerful, were gradually corroded by a phosphorescent green light. Their fear seemed to be swallowed by some invisible force, their expressions turning from pain to confusion, and finally sinking completely—
"Ah… Ah hahaha…" A geisha's right arm was brutally torn off, blood splattering onto the magnificent screen. But instead of screaming, she threw her head back, letting out a pleasurable moan, a sickly flush appearing on her face. At the site of her severed limb, phosphorescent green patterns, like wriggling maggots, rapidly spread across her entire body.
"More… just a little more…" She giggled, embracing the aggressor's neck with her remaining left arm, offering her red lips willingly.
Not far away, a young attendant was pressed down onto the tatami mat, a sharp metal rod mercilessly piercing his body. Blood soaked his plain white kimono, yet he threw his head back and laughed wildly, as if feeling no pain.
"Wonderful! So wonderful!" he roared, his pupils completely consumed by the green light, his mouth stretched into a grin reaching his ears, "Again! Kill me! Let me embrace the revered god!"
Throughout the entire hall, the initial screams gradually gave way to unrestrained pleasure. The abused individuals began to actively cater to their aggressors, even scrambling to offer their bodies.
The phosphorescent green tattoos spread wildly across everyone, wriggling like living things.
In the center of the hall, the cabinet minister raised his wine glass, announcing with a wild laugh:
"Look! This is… My Lord's grace!"
— — — —
In the courtyard of Sludge City, a strong scent of blood permeated the air.
Dozens of guard corpses were piled into a small mountain, blood flowing down the steps. Logan sat atop the pile of corpses, his eyes under the Noh mask gleaming coldly, the cigar between his fingers flickering in the darkness.
"What trick did you pull?" He exhaled a smoke ring, his voice hoarse, "These guards couldn't see us at all."
Chen Tian walked slowly, he looked up slightly and said with a smile, "Permanent hypnosis, manipulating their five senses…"
He raised his hand, lightly tapping the air, which rippled like water: "This is—Mirror Flower, Water Moon."
Logan sneered, leaping down from the pile of corpses, his boot crushing a broken samurai sword: "Flashy."
Chen Tian was noncommittal, his gaze turning to the brightly lit Japanese palace.
He stepped towards the hall, Bayonetta appeared on the palace steps, her high heels clicking crisply on the ground.
Her red lips pouted slightly, her fingertips idly twirling a strand of her short hair, her tone full of dissatisfaction: "I thought there would be a grand ball~ Turns out they're all just boring bugs…"
She glanced at the quiet scene inside the hall, pouting, "There wasn't even a decent fight."
Chen Tian chuckled softly, not answering, but merely raising his hand to gently press the demon earring beneath his earlobe.
"Situation?" he asked curtly.
"The Rat Emperor isn't here," Erik's voice came through the communication.
"Good, let's deal with this place first then," Chen Tian hung up the communication and pulled open the palace door.
The scene inside was completely different from the terrifying, twisted hell described earlier. The dignitaries, geishas, and male attendants inside were all kneeling on the ground, their faces blank.
Bayonetta let out a delicate hum, "My Lord, look, these people are all like wooden puppets, there's no ball like you said."
Chen Tian stroked her head, "It's alright, the ball is coming soon."
Saying that, he connected to Erik's communication, "I'll leave it to you. It's fine to kill them all, even if…" Chen Tian grinned mischievously. "You can even tear the whole place down."
Erik hovered in mid-air, a cold sneer curving at the corner of his mouth beneath the metal helmet. He slowly raised his hands, his fingertips trembling slightly—
"Aren't you afraid of attracting the Neon government's ZWD?" His voice was playful.
Chen Tian waved his hand without looking back, his black trench coat flapping in the wind: "Don't worry, everyone in this city has been hypnotized. When they wake up, they'll only find ruins here."
Bayonetta linked her arm through Chen Tian's, "How boring~ Not even fireworks~"
Upon hearing this, a crimson glint flashed in Erik's eyes: "As you wish."
Before he finished speaking—
"Boom!!!"
The entire palace suddenly trembled violently, countless steel bars tearing through the air from all directions! They twisted and intertwined like living things, their sharp metal tips mercilessly piercing through walls, floors, human bodies…
"Ah ah ah—"
More metal burst from underground, fell from the ceiling, and exploded from within the walls! They intertwined frantically, enveloping, squeezing, and deforming the entire palace…
Bayonetta leaned on Chen Tian's shoulder, watching the scene with interest: "Ah, finally something worth seeing~"
Amidst the wailing of metal, the luxurious Japanese palace was forcibly compressed into a gigantic iron ball, a hundred meters in diameter, with bloodstains and shredded cloth still clinging to its steel surface.
Erik slowly descended onto the top of the iron ball, his metal combat boots making a dull thud as they hit the surface: "It's over."
"No, not yet." Chen Tian looked towards the site of the former 'Tenshu,' "That's the main stage."
— — — —
Tenshudai Ruins
Within the gloomy underground space, a strange mix of decay and sandalwood permeated the damp air.
The Neon Rat Emperor—a scrawny old man, as thin as withered bones—was prostrated before a twisted totem. The totem was constructed from countless human skeletons, its surface covered in phosphorescent green glowing patterns, with an hourglass embedded in its center. Above the hourglass was a swirling eye, its pupil seemingly containing countless dreams shattering and reforming.
"Great Lord of Dreams…" The Rat Emperor's forehead pressed against the ground, "Please bestow upon your servant the power to control dreams… Let Neon prosper forever… Let your will… envelop this World…"
Behind him, twelve members of the imperial bloodline, dressed in white kariginu, were also prostrated. Their skin was covered in patterns originating from the totem, their eyes rolled back, green viscous fluid constantly oozing from the corners of their mouths, yet they mechanically repeated their prayers.
Suddenly—
"Rumble—!!!"
The entire underground sanctuary trembled violently!
The Rat Emperor suddenly looked up, his cloudy pupils contracting sharply—
He saw dozens of meters of thick rock overhead completely torn away by some terrifying force! Moonlight poured down, illuminating his face, pale as a ghost. And in the torn opening of the sky, four figures looked down at him from above.
"This is impossible…" The Rat Emperor's shriveled lips trembled, "Who… who are you people?"
The four did not quite understand the Rat Emperor's words. Chen Tian, having studied anime, understood a little, but he had no intention of answering the fellow.
"It seems the Nightmare gave you a small gift, allowing you to be immune to the effects of Mirror Flower, Water Moon." Chen Tian stood on a floating steel bar, his eyes under the Noh mask slightly narrowed.
Bayonetta stood on another steel bar, her high heels clicking, "Oh my~ So the main course was hidden here~"
What Logan hated most was idle chatter.
"F*** you!" he cursed, a crimson glint flashing in his eyes under the Noh mask, as he leaped directly from high in the air!
"Boom—!!"
The ground exploded, sending debris flying. Logan's claws shot out, and he didn't even pause, instantly tearing through the bodies of the twelve imperial family members!
"Splatter! Splatter! Splatter!"
Flesh and blood flew, severed limbs and remains scattered everywhere. Logan's movements were almost too fast to see. His last step brought him before the Rat Emperor, his sharp claws directly piercing his chest!
"Ugh…" The Rat Emperor's eyes widened, black blood oozing from his mouth, "You… you don't understand…"
Logan sneered, and with a violent twist of his claws—
"Crack!"
The Rat Emperor's body was forcibly torn in half! Organs and shattered bones spilled out, splattering onto the twisted totem.
Bayonetta stood high above, pouting: "It can't be that simple, can it?"
No sooner had she spoken than—
"Buzz…"
The green light on the totem suddenly surged! The phosphorescent green patterns wriggled like living things, rapidly coiling around all the corpses. The chunks of flesh torn apart by Logan began to strangely twitch and reassemble…
The ground trembled violently!
"Rumble—!!!"
The entire underground sanctuary began to collapse, and amidst the flying debris and dust, the chunks of flesh corrupted by the green light frantically reassembled, finally coalescing into a twisted, constantly writhing mountain of flesh! Countless human faces appeared on the surface of the flesh mountain—the Rat Emperor's, the imperial family members', and even those of the previously slaughtered guards…
They all opened their mouths simultaneously, emitting an inhuman shriek:
"Night…mare…eter…nal…"
Logan retreated two steps, his claws held defensively in front of him, his gaze under the Nuo mask finally turning serious: "Damn it, what the hell is this thing?"
Chen Tian slowly descended beside Logan, his black trench coat fluttering without wind: "This... this is the main course..."
Bayonetta chuckled, violet, magic flames igniting on her fingertips: "Now this is interesting~"
The mountain of flesh suddenly expanded, countless tentacle-like flesh vines breaking out of the ground, attacking the four of them madly!
Logan's claws cut afterimages in the air, each swing accompanied by the sound of flesh vines breaking.
"F*ck! How can this damn thing be endless?!" He cursed, his double claws crossed and slashed out, instantly shredding three attacking tentacles into minced meat.
However, at the broken wounds, a phosphorescent green viscous liquid wriggled madly, and new flesh regenerated at a visible speed, even thicker than before.
"Damn it! Here it comes again!" Logan backflipped to dodge a sweeping vine, sparks flying from his boot soles on the ground, "Brat! Are you still watching the show?!"
Chen Tian stood on a half-collapsed stone pillar, one hand in his pocket, the other toying with the demon earring hanging from his earlobe, a theatrical smile on his lips: "Want to try the power of the Saint Cloth?"
"Ha!" Logan's fangs under the Nuo mask were fully exposed, "Should have used it earlier!"
Logan violently tore his leather jacket.
"Crack—!!"
Pieces of the Golden Saint Cloth appeared on his body, golden armor covering his arms, chest, and legs, the Capricorn horned helmet ferociously exposed, and a cloak fluttering behind him. Ancient runes flowed across the surface of the Saint Cloth, each pattern containing the sword intent of the Asura inheritance.
Logan's double claws were covered by the golden light of the Saint Cloth, gradually transforming into two sharp golden light blades—the projection of the Holy Sword, Excalibur!
"Swoosh—!!"
With the next sword swing, a piercing shriek of space being torn apart actually echoed in the air! The golden sword light pierced through the flesh vines like cutting tofu, and the severed tentacles no longer regenerated; instead, they were directly 'annihilated' by the Holy Sword's law, turning into dust along with the phosphorescent green viscous liquid!
"Awesome!" Logan laughed wildly, shaking the light blades, the golden light of the Saint Cloth shining brightly in the darkness, "This thing is exhilarating to cut with!"
He no longer held back, his double claws turning into a golden storm, and wherever they passed, the flesh vines disintegrated.
"Come again! You bastards!" Logan charged forward, directly crashing into the main body of the mountain of flesh, his Holy Swords in both hands wildly tearing at the twisted human faces, "Cry louder! I love to hear it!"
— — — —
Bayonetta's dance was always accompanied by a dance tune—a requiem from hell.
When her twelve-centimeter high heels crushed the first attacking tentacle, the air within a hundred-meter radius suddenly solidified. The breath exhaled from her lips condensed into ice crystals under the moonlight, and each ice crystal reflected the trajectory of impending Death.
"Bang!"
The first gunshot tore through the silence. The violet flame from the rose gun's muzzle was not fire—it was a dimensional rift compressed to the extreme. The hit tentacles were not pierced but 'erased' from the molecular level, the phosphorescent green viscous liquid decomposing into elementary particles in the void.
When three tentacles attacked from behind, she didn't even turn her head. The gun in her left hand elegantly swept behind her head, and with three crisp "bang, bang, bang" sounds, the bullets collided and refracted behind her, pinning the ambushers in mid-air. The gun barrel in her right hand was placed behind her head—"Bang!"—blasting three wailing human faces in the distance into a bloody mist.
"How boring~" She sighed, suddenly bending at the waist, the wisps of ribbon from her elbows blooming like flowers of Death. This movement was not for evasion—twelve floating demonic blades poured out of the void, instantly mincing all organic matter within a ten-meter radius into a bloody pulp. A lucky tentacle that managed to escape was about to wriggle when it was shredded by the serrated blade wheel that suddenly popped out of her high heel.
When the mountain of flesh let out a furious roar, Bayonetta finally revealed her first genuine smile of the night. She took off her diamond earring and lightly tossed it—
"Witch Time · Commence"
In an instant, the entire World plunged into a viscous dark purple. Only she maintained normal speed, pressing the gun barrel against the nearest twisted human face: "Do you know? Your ugly appearance..."
The trigger was pulled, "...will pollute my new look~"
The bullets accelerated infinitely in Witch Time, and after piercing every human face in their path, they exploded at the core of the mountain of flesh. This was not an ordinary explosion—it was space itself being torn apart, dark dimensional rifts spreading like a spiderweb, directly banishing the flesh they touched into the void.
When the six thickest tentacles attacked simultaneously, Bayonetta suddenly leaped up, her legs crossed into a cross. The Witch's hair transformed into giant pythons, coiling around the tentacles, hanging her upside down under the moon. In this posture, she held four guns in each hand and foot, the muzzles simultaneously blooming with violet flames.
"A requiem dedicated to me~"
The bullets collided and merged within the mountain of flesh, finally summoning a dimensional collapse with a thirty-meter diameter from within. When space healed again, one-third of the mountain of flesh had vanished forever into the void.
When her high heels landed again, she licked her red lips, her Witch's eyes glowing with an enchanting purple light: "Next... do you want to experience being torn apart by the Hellhound?"
— — — —
The roar of the mountain of flesh, under the interwoven Golden Holy Sword and Witch gunfire, gradually turned into a helpless whimper.
Logan's double claws—no, now two brilliant Holy Swords—crossed and slashed out one last time, the golden sword light piercing through the core of the mountain of flesh like a divine punishment.
The twisted human faces screamed and melted in the light of the Holy Sword, the phosphorescent green viscous liquid evaporated, rising as a foul-smelling mist.
Bayonetta's magic bullets followed closely, violet dimensional rifts tearing countless gaps in the remains of the mountain of flesh, devouring all the last struggling tentacles into the void.
"Boom—!!"
With the last deafening explosion, the mountain of flesh completely disintegrated.
Mountains of decaying flesh collapsed like mud, the splashing blood staining the entire underground sanctuary dark red.
The human faces that once writhed were now only charred remnants.
Logan panted heavily, the light of the Golden Saint Cloth gradually dimming. He staggered two steps, finally slumping into a pool of blood, the splashing filth staining the hem of his Saint Cloth.
"Damn it..." He tore off his Nuo mask, revealing a sweat-soaked, pale face, but a wild smile spread across his lips, "That was... f*cking awesome to cut..."
The projection of the Holy Sword slowly dissipated, transforming back into his sharp double claws. But at this moment, Logan didn't even have the strength to lift his hands, his arm muscles slightly spasming from overuse.
Although the buff from the Capricorn Saint Cloth was strong, each swing of the Holy Sword drained his physical and mental energy.
Bayonetta landed lightly beside him, her high heels skillfully avoiding the bloodstains. She teased, "Oh my~ Is our little wolf cub tired out?"
"Go away...." Logan didn't even have the strength to glare at her.
Chen Tian slowly walked over, his black trench coat spotless. He squatted down, tapping Logan's Saint Cloth helmet with his fingertip: "How many times did you use the Holy Sword?"
...Five times." Logan grunted, "You bastard... you never said this thing was so draining..."
"Read the instruction manual carefully, Big Bad Wolf." Chen Tian reached into the air and pulled out a cloak to cover Logan.
"Captain America and Natasha both have this set of Saint Cloth, be careful not to expose it, okay?"
Logan scoffed, disdainful of Chen Tian's attempt to cover up.
Chen Tian straightened up, clapped his hands, "Alright, next, the Big Bad Wolf can exit the stage, leave the rest to us."
Logan was stunned, pointing to a puddle of mud in the distance, "Leave what to you? That puddle of mud? Are you going to eat it?"
Chen Tian smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then strolled towards the puddle of mud.
As Chen Tian approached, the putrid puddle of mud suddenly began to tremble violently.
"This is impossible!" Logan's eyes widened, "It's not dead yet?!"
Chen Tian chuckled, "Nightmares can devour human fear and project their deepest nightmares." He held out his hand, clenching his fist, and the air, because of his clenched fist, shattered like a mirror, "Unless you cut it off at the root, it will constantly regenerate."
Before he finished speaking—
"Rumble!!!"
The entire East Capital suddenly vibrated violently! The ground cracked with countless phosphorescent green light traces, and the nightmare totems secretly buried by the Neon government throughout the city simultaneously awakened. Tens of thousands of phosphorescent green light streams converged from all directions, pouring into that puddle of mud like rivers returning to the sea.
"Just as I thought." Chen Tian sneered, his eyes under the Nuo mask gleaming with cold light, "The Neon government is truly a dog, they even sacrificed the dreams of civilians to the Nightmare."
The mud began to swell wildly, the speed of flesh twisting and reorganizing far exceeding before. In an instant, a giant mountain of flesh comparable to Mount Fuji rose from the ground! Its surface showed countless twisted human faces, old people, children, soldiers... all the fear of those devoured was materialized at this moment, and overlapping screams echoed through the clouds:
"Night...mare...is...eter...nal..."
The shadow of the mountain of flesh enveloped half of East Capital, and the phosphorescent green light streams were still converging. Skyscrapers collapsed at its feet like building blocks, the entire city being assimilated into a part of the nightmare.
Bayonetta stepped on her high heels and leaped to Chen Tian's side, "Oh my~ This is quite a grand scene now~ Should we evacuate those civilians?"
"Evacuate?" Chen Tian slowly raised his hand, "We are Adjudicators now, not Arbitrators."
"Therefore, our path is destined to be accompanied by countless blood, especially in Neon."
"Moreover, I was waiting for this moment.
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