Gulp.
That was the sound of Fallen Angel Kuroneko swallowing hard.
Having been lucky enough to catch A2's war livestream before, this time she'd also managed to camp Mr. Golden Toilet's stream.
The moment she opened his livestream, it hit like a thunderbolt. She nearly lost control on the spot.
Right now, no matter how you looked at it, this was exactly the kind of scene that would spiral into something even worse in one of those soul-crushing, depression-inducing anime.
They were already in a precarious position, trapped against a horde of monsters and daemons that were absurdly hard to kill and seemed able to "come back" even after being butchered.
And now, a boss had shown up out of nowhere, making the situation even more dire.
The soldiers were calling him an "Astartes."
A Space Marine?
So Mr. Golden Toilet's world had already entered the interstellar era?
And "Astartes" probably wasn't a name, but rather a classification—some kind of augmented human, a mutant, something used to distinguish them from ordinary humans.
Then there was the other line: "the Imperium's former VIII Legion, the Night Lords."
Was that not the most blatantly boss-tier label imaginable?
He must have done something to earn the title "Night Lord," right?
Suddenly, one of the soldiers on Mr. Golden Toilet's side—unable to contain his rage—charged straight at the "Night Lord," that iron-can-looking figure, at a speed so fast Kuroneko's eyes barely caught it.
In the next instant, the soldier exploded.
Like there had been a bomb inside his body, he burst into a spray of blood mist.
[Fallen Angel Kuroneko: What was that? Did he use some kind of supernatural power? A spell?]
She couldn't help speaking up in the channel.
[Tendo Civil Security Corporation: No, this is beyond bad. He literally got smashed apart by a sword swing. What kind of monster has that speed and force?!]
Kisara Tendo gave that answer.
With her abilities, she had barely managed to catch a blur. Then, from the iron can's slightly "skippy" motion—like a few frames had been cut—combined with the direction the shattered flesh and blood sprayed, she judged that the soldier had been swatted apart by that iron can's massive, bizarre greatsword.
That level of pure violence was terrifying.
If Kisara put herself in that position, even at her absolute best, she wasn't sure she could dodge. And if she took that hit head-on, whether she died or not, she'd be crippled.
And that looked like a casual strike from the enemy.
So if she truly became his enemy, she had only two options: die, or run.
But with that kind of gap, could she really run?
So there was only one outcome.
Death.
Which meant that if Mr. Golden Toilet's current performance truly represented the limit of his strength, then he was in serious trouble.
Hm?
The soldier operating the CIWS-like weapon suddenly activated it again. The killing machine roared, and the metal storm shrieked as it tore toward the Night Lord.
And the result was—
You've got to be kidding.
[Fallen Angel Kuroneko: W-what just happened?!]
Kuroneko was bewildered, her whole body trembling.
Even though she asked, she already knew from Kisara how the earlier soldier had exploded. So now, staring at this brutal scene, she could more or less guess what had just occurred.
Every remaining soldier, aside from Mr. Golden Toilet, was shredded in an instant by metal rounds.
The defensive position, too, was riddled into ruin.
And all of it was likely because the CIWS rounds had been batted back by that iron can—sent rebounding in a dense storm.
That weapon was even more terrifying than any Gatling gun she understood.
A single round could tear her body into pieces, and he had deflected hundreds of them back in an instant?
What was this? What kind of monster was that?
Hm?
Kuroneko suddenly noticed a new function button in the livestream interface.
Honestly, it was placed so inconspicuously that it was easy to miss.
She tapped it.
And immediately, she lit up with relief.
It looked like slow-motion playback.
That meant she could actually see how the iron can did it.
She clicked it, like watching a video on a computer, and a timeline appeared that she could drag backward.
She pulled it back to about here, then slowed it down.
And sure enough—now she could see it clearly.
Without this function, any normal person would have seen the metal storm "hit" the iron can and assumed he was simply an indestructible can of steel.
They would have thought the dense impacts produced endless ricochets that randomly bounced back and killed his own side.
But in reality, with the new function active, you could see the iron can swinging that massive, heavy-looking, door-slab greatsword like a shield, parrying the barrage.
Then he made fine angle adjustments, deliberately reflecting the cannon rounds back, shredding the soldiers and their position into a wreck.
Of course, even for him, the impact of that barrage still forced him back a step or two, and the ground beneath his feet had been chewed into radial craters.
After confirming it, Kuroneko immediately dragged the timeline back to the very end—back to the latest moment in that world.
Hm?
What was this?
Infighting?
[Martian: Is this infighting?]
[Tendo Civil Security Corporation: Not really. It's just that these things are lunatics!]
Kisara explained to the "Martian."
It was obvious: the monsters and daemons were a pack of thrill-killers who lived for slaughter. Like addicts in withdrawal, their craving for violence was flaring out of control.
So they were crazily fighting over the last living prey, desperate to enjoy the pleasure of tearing someone apart.
And there was only one target.
These addicted monsters simply wouldn't allow anyone else to "steal" their quarry. As they surged forward, they also slaughtered and blocked their own "companions."
That made Kisara feel even more chilled.
The monsters in her world—Gastrea—weren't insane to this extent.
If they were, her grandfather would absolutely do something inhumanly ruthless.
He would throw people into Gastrea territory as bait, forcing them to fight each other for food—using that extreme method to wipe them out without hesitation.
Something this frenzied, something that didn't distinguish friend from foe, was the truly terrifying kind.
Because it would be fearless.
It would never retreat.
Even Gastrea would sometimes avoid danger and pull back under certain conditions.
So, watching this brutally savage scene, Kisara could only offer empty prayers for the still-living Mr. Golden Toilet.
A cross-world online friend, and one of the opposite sex at that.
Just when she'd finally gained one, it looked like he might vanish for real—gone, never able to log in again.
Hm?
The iron can moved too.
He clearly wasn't going to allow the monsters to snatch away the prey he had his eyes on.
So he began slaughtering the daemons with outright brutality.
The scene looked like a grown man beating up kindergarten children.
Total domination.
In the end, he cut his way to Mr. Golden Toilet.
The greatsword came down.
Their clash officially began.
(End of Chapter)
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