Just as he thought he had escaped, Abel's voice sounded again. "Why aren't you playing anymore? I haven't had enough fun yet."
Syura felt a chill run down his spine. He tightly gripped Shambhala, veins bulging on his forehead.
This guy must be banished!
But there was only one chance. Seizing the moment, he turned, aiming Shambhala at Abel.
"Dimensional Aby—"
"Banish."
As Abel's words fell, only Shambhala lay quietly on the ground where Syura had been standing.
Syura was teleported by Abel to another dimension.
At this moment, in a certain alternate dimension.
Syura floated in a crimson space. He looked at this crimson space, completely bewildered.
"This... where is this?!"
Unfortunately, no one could answer his question anymore.
Suddenly, Syura shivered. He looked back, only to see a dragon, entirely crimson, staring intently at him.
After a long pause, the dragon spoke, "An intruder from the outside? Weak, no threat."
Then, it turned and left.
Just as Syura thought he had survived, due to its flapping wings, a spatial storm was triggered. Syura, who had no time to react, had his body torn apart.
Abel picked up Shambhala from the ground and put it into the Kamui Dimension.
Next, it was time to see who needed help.
...
Akame's location.
Broken limbs and severed arms lay at Kurome's feet, a hundred soldiers dead.
Kurome walked towards Akame, only to see that a headless body knelt where Akame was. The corpse's hand still clutched a broken blade, and next to the corpse, a head still had excitement on its face.
That's right, this was Izou.
"Nee-san."
"Ah, Kurome."
"Let's go, I believe Master has already arrived at the palace."
"Mm, let's go."
The sisters ran towards the palace.
On the other side.
The entire street was frozen solid. As for the residents inside, they were all packed up and transferred outside the Imperial Capital by the Shadow Legion.
In a dilapidated house, Budo, covered in frost, was slammed into the wall. The gauntlets on his hands were shattered, falling to the ground as scrap metal, and the Teigu—Adramelech was broken.
Esdeath's clothes were slightly dirty, with faint electric arcs flickering around her body.
Budo struggled to lift his head. He wanted to stand up but was powerless.
"Protect the Empire."
Budo was filled with remorse. If he hadn't followed the ancestral teachings back then and had killed that bastard Honest, would none of this have happened?
But there are no 'ifs'.
Esdeath looked at the old relic in front of her, feeling a trace of respect. But this rigid old man in front of her could not be left alive. After all, the new Empire didn't need old relics.
She drew the sword from her waist and walked step by step towards Budo.
"Goodbye."
As a cold light flashed, blood spurted out.
The Empire's Great General, dead!
...
Inside a noble's house.
Clang... Clang...
A silver and a blue figure clashed continuously, with the blue figure constantly at a disadvantage.
Bulat, with Incursio activated, wore a joyful smile on his face. He hadn't expected to meet such a righteous young man here. It was truly a gratifying matter.
"Too slow!"
"Unstable stance!"
"Don't use full strength in your attacks, hold back a little!"
...
With every clash between them, Bulat pointed out his opponent's shortcomings.
During their continuous exchanges, Bulat seized an opportunity and kicked the man in blue armor.
The man stumbled, his armor disintegrated, and he supported himself with his Teigu.
Bulat deactivated Incursion, then combed his messy hair back into place.
Then he extended his hand towards Wave and said, "Hahaha, young man, you're very good. What's your name?"
Wave looked at the smiling Bulat and reached out his hand.
Bulat smiled slightly and pulled him up.
After standing up, Wave felt that the guy in front of him wasn't a bad person.
He said, "My name is Wave, a man of the sea fighting for the Imperial Navy."
"Hahaha, a child of the Navy, very good." Bulat laughed as he patted Wave's shoulder.
To be able to maintain such an optimistic and cheerful demeanor after being in the army for so long, he must have a good superior who protected him well.
Wave's lips twitched slightly as he felt the force on his shoulder.
However…
He asked, "Why did you kill this family?"
That's right, he had just arrived in the Imperial Capital.
While strolling on the street, he found Bulat had slaughtered all the family members of a noble household. So the two of them started fighting.
Bulat picked up a bag of dried fish that had fallen nearby and handed it to Wave.
"Go to the basement and see for yourself. Your answer is there."
After speaking, he leaned against the wall.
Wave looked at Bulat, stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the villa beside them.
Basement? What's in the basement? Isn't it just a place for miscellaneous items?
He pushed the door open and went down.
After a while, Wave came back up, his eyes a bit unfocused.
Bulat patted his shoulder. "Now you know why I killed them, right?"
Wave took a deep breath, calming himself.
The basement was filled with the nobles' masterpieces.
Bulat had wasted some time here. He had promised to fight with his old superior, but he couldn't resist taking action, so he got separated.
He turned and walked towards the Imperial Palace.
Wave looked at Bulat, hesitated for a moment, and then followed him. "Hey, what's your name?"
"Bulat, a former Imperial soldier."
"What are you going to do?"
"Go do something that will allow everyone to live normal, peaceful lives."