"Zero Style, Shit River."
Along with that nearly suffocating voice.
The entire city of London began to tremble and wail. Then, atop the tower where Fang Mo stood... a despairing brown tidal wave suddenly erupted!
Unlike Alucard's act of releasing his own life.
The broad-bladed sword Fang Mo held had been imbued with the Hot Spring Machine's special enhancement property.
It was an absurd and terrifying logical rule: infinite coverage, infinite spread, centered on itself, releasing a specific fluid into the surrounding area at an exponential rate.
It ignored all laws of physics and rules of reality.
Until every area below its own elevation had been completely covered.
Back in the Marvel world, Fang Mo had effortlessly destroyed the Kree civilization's home planet with the Hot Spring Sword, displaying boundless power akin to a heavenly flood.
And at this very moment.
An even more horrifying calamity descended.
Under Walter's shocked gaze, a viscous and terrifying tsunami suddenly surged up around the tower. Immediately afterward, a smell that made one's face change at the slightest whiff flooded his nostrils.
In just an instant.
The entire city of London seemed to have returned to the Middle Ages.
There were no toilets, nor any underground sewer. Aristocrats had no choice but to spray themselves with perfume and wear high heels to keep from accidentally stepping into the filth littering the streets and alleys.
"W-What the hell is this?! Aaaah!!!"
Even though Walter had undergone a complete transformation and possessed absolute confidence and composure, his expression still changed drastically when faced with that horrifying sea of filth blotting out the sky. His face of steel-like coldness went pale with fright, and the urge to retreat instantly arose within him.
And at that very moment.
The astonishing filthy wave had already rushed before his face.