Destroyed by the Radiance of the Stars (8K) (Continued)

Mahiro picked up the teacup and toyed with it, saying softly, "So in the end, this is all the karma you created yourself, so what right do you have to resent it? It's all just retribution."

"Also, by the way, poisoning the tea is a good idea, but you need to know exactly who you're dealing with."

Yotsuba Mahiro slowly raised his eyelids, a glint of light flashing in his dark pupils.

The moment he picked it up, he had already analyzed its components; the toxins it contained were enough to kill an elephant!

"Who do you think you're dealing with? You think I'd fall for a poisoning trick?!"

Upon hearing this, Kikunojo's eyes sharpened, and he immediately pulled a wakizashi from his pocket.

His murderous intent was fully revealed!

"Tendo-style Draw Sword Technique, type one, sixth form--"

Clang--

The blade was drawn, a flash of white light.

"Amida's Everlasting Hanging Sword!"

Bite--

"What?!"

For the first time, a look of astonishment appeared in Kikunojo's usually composed eyes.

Suddenly, Yotsuba Mahiro pulled out a small, black knife from somewhere, holding it vertically downwards with a reverse grip, which perfectly blocked his sword-drawing technique.

Mahiro's lips curled up slightly as he whispered:

"Your turn is over. Now it's my turn."

"The Nihility" -- Launch!

"Hmm..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kikunojo suddenly let out a painful groan.

Just like Hiruko Kagetane back then, Kikunojo also felt as if a flame was burning inside his body, and everything inside him was gradually melting and Decomposition.

"Seitenshi... Kisara... and everything in the Tokyo Area is in your hands, Yotsuba Mahiro."

Kikunojo uttered his last words as he perished.

"How hypocritical, Tendo Kikunojo! Even at the very end, he'll still play the role of a great philanthropist who cares for the country and its people? It's disgusting! May he go to hell with these scoundrels from the Tokyo Area!"

Yotsuba Mahiro's disgust was completely undisguised.

Unfortunately, whether Tendo Kikunojo heard it at the last moment, or what his feelings were after hearing it, remains unknown.

The only thing known is that this old fellow turned to ashes before him, utterly vanishing!

After defeating Tendo Kikunojo, he returned to the room where Kisara and the others had been.

But as soon as he got close, he heard a piercing scream.

Then, Kazumitsu Tendo, the secretary that Shiina Kazumi had brought with him, ran out of the room in a completely undignified manner.

He ran and shouted through the wooden corridor, and even when he fell, he immediately scrambled up on his hands and feet, as if he had lost his mind.

Her body was also covered in blood.

It looked as if it had just crawled out of a blood pit, leaving a long trail of blood on the wooden floor, with parts of someone else still hanging on its body.

Mahiro stepped over the woman and arrived at the door, whereupon a strong smell of blood assaulted his senses.

The entire room now seemed to have been washed clean with blood and decorated in a hellish style.

The tatami mats beneath my feet were already broken and scattered in fragments all around.

Everywhere was covered with flesh and entrails of unknown origin, and thick, fresh blood slowly dripped from the ceiling.

At his feet lay half a face, lying there quietly.

The prosthetic eye was spinning inside its socket, not yet completely shut down.

It goes without saying that this is a fragment of a hero who was Satomi Rentaro in his previous life.

However, he had no interest in collecting them. Instead, he looked up into the spacious room and found that the only person in the entire room who could stand or be described as humanoid was Kisara Tendo.

Her clothes were torn, exposing her fair skin. On her exposed abdomen, there was a fist mark that was slowly healing under the powerful regenerative force.

That was the only mark Rentaro Satomi left on her fragile body.

But Kisara all, and burst into laughter, as if he could no longer contain himself and laughed wildly to the sky.

Hahahaha!

"Look, Mom and Dad, did you see that? I've defeated your enemy! I've finally succeeded!"

His delicate face, tinged with a touch of crimson, gained a hint of sinister allure.

With corpses and remains beneath her feet, the being once known as Himin Tendo murmured in a sickly tone, "Hey, my dear Kimin Tendo sister, didn't you always call me 'the prostitute's daughter' in private? Why can't you speak now?"

All the people who died here were blood relatives of Kisara Tendo, half-relatives.

Unfortunately, these brothers never regarded Kisara as their sister, because Kisara's mother was a commoner, so she was always treated as a servant.

But what they didn't know was that it was this very woman, whom they despised the most, who changed their father.

"Ah, Mahiro!!!"

When Kisara saw Yotsuba Mahiro standing at the door, he immediately dropped the long sword in his hand and rushed over like a swallow returning to its nest, wrapping his arms around Mahiro's neck.

And he gently offered his lips to hers.

A sweet, slightly fishy taste mixed with the fresh scent of a young girl filled my mouth.

Mahiro did not refuse, wrapping his arms Kisara's slender waist and holding her close, enjoying the light kisses from this beautiful sword demon girl.

After a long while, their lips parted.

"Hey, Mahiro, you see? I finally defeated my parents' enemy! Isn't that great?!"

"Yes, yes, it's very gorgeous. Congratulations, President."

Mahiro, showing no disgust at the bloodstains on her body, gently patted her back.

That incredibly beautiful face was so close, and the sweet scent stimulated his nostrils. A sickly blush rose on Kisara's cheeks, but at the same time, a genuinely happy smile appeared on his face.

Only after that moment of madness subsided did Kisara realize just how audacious he had been.

She twisted and turned, trying to escape from his embrace.

"No, wait a minute, Mahiro- kun... where are you touching--"

"No, we won't wait."

With a slight tightening of his arm, Mahiro made it impossible for her to escape, and amidst the girl's shyness, he pressed his lips to hers once more.

The desperate cries of cicadas echoed in my ears.

Kisara gradually relaxed and compromised from her initial struggle and tension, her hands involuntarily wrapping around his neck again, her eyes squinting as if in ecstasy.

I was completely immersed in this thrill.

Kisara's breathing gradually became rapid and broken, and the two of them kept changing their footsteps until they finally collapsed onto the corridor floor.

Her long, jet-black hair, as smooth as silk, was spread out on the floor.

The two locked eyes, Kisara appear even more enigmatic, as if shrouded in misty water.

"... Hey, Mahiro, I've avenged myself, so now... give me a completely new meaning, okay?"

"..."

"Ugh..."

Kisara Tendo gently bit her lip, her slightly furrowed brows revealing a hint of pain, and her faint breath escaped from her nose.

It took a long time before she gradually loosened her grip. Although she was still biting her lip, what she had to endure was no longer pain.

"..."

"...?"

The Demon King's mark was deeply imprinted on the girl's body.

At the same time, the Asura girl, who seemed to be in purgatory, offered him everything she had.

It was dusk.

Kisara Tendo as she changed into brand new clothes. Her slender, shapely legs were now adorned with sheer, comfortable black pantyhose instead of her usual over-the-knee socks. With Mahiro's help, she stood up unsteadily, her steps faltering.

It seems this battle has taken a toll on her.

But when their eyes met, Kisara couldn't help but shyly look away.

Let's go.

"Um..."

Kisara nodded obediently and followed him as they left the Tendo Family.

However, just as the two stepped out of the main gate of the Tendo residence, Mahiro suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"It's starting already? A bit early."

"What time was brought forward?"

Kisara didn't understand what he meant, but seeing that he seemed to be gazing into the distance, he turned his head and forgot about the past.

But the next second, a feeling of shock shot from my toes to the top of my head like an electric current, making my scalp tingle!

In the distance, the already whitened Monolith had begun to crumble.

It started with one corner of the rectangle collapsing, which then triggered a series of collapses. The Monolith seemed to finally groan as it could no longer withstand the corrosive liquid, and finally crumbled in a chain reaction as if pushed over by some force.

They couldn't hear the collapse from their location, but the screams and cries echoing through the streets were clearly audible, along with the faint tremors from the ground.

It was like an earthquake.

Immediately afterwards, a massive cloud of smoke, seemingly large enough to cover the entire sky, began to rise.

"The Third Kanto War has begun."

"... How could it be so much earlier than expected?"

"Who knows?" Mahiro shrugged. "Perhaps the forecasters didn't take the weather into account, such as strong winds. The already brittle Monolith could crumble prematurely with just a little wind or force."

However, it's none of our business anymore.

"Um."

Kisara simply nodded, saying nothing, for there was no need for further words.

Kisara then got into his Aston Martin and, with the engine roaring loudly, headed straight for Arcadia.

However, as soon as he entered Arcadia's gates, he found Kayo Shizheng waiting for him with a group of children.

Tina and her sisters, Asaka, Aihara Enju, Koro Hotaru, and even Kohina were all included, some even fully armed.

Seeing him get out of the car, Kayo walked over and said expressionlessly, "... Mr Mahiro, just half an hour ago, the Monolith collapsed."

"Yes, I know."

"Is there anything we need to do?"

Kayo's question can be said to represent all the children of Arcadia.

"You don't need to do anything, just live your life as usual. Aren't the supplies brought by Wei Zhi enough for Arcadia to use for three or four years?"

"Yes, that's true. With Arcadia's current population, they can hold out for three years, nine months, and twenty-three days."

Kayo gave the accurate figures as always, but couldn't help but worry, "But... what about those Gastrea?"

The Monolith has collapsed. According to her calculations, the Self-Defense Forces and auxiliary police forces have no chance of withstanding the Gastrea army's attack and will likely be completely defeated in just a few days.

The number might even surge from the initial two thousand to tens of thousands.