Crossover Anime: I Forced Exorcists to Join the Chat Group

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Shiraishikawa remained standing in the same spot, not even adopting a defensive stance.

He simply looked calmly at the enraged golden beast, his eyes filled with pity.

"I don't want to kill you like this... it would be such a waste."

These words completely ignited Beo's anger.

Chapter 432 Ceremony

Its hind legs slammed into the ground, and its entire body transformed into a golden streak of light as it rushed toward Shiraishi River.

The wind pressure generated by the charge uprooted the surrounding trees and plowed deep furrows into the ground.

Faced with a blow powerful enough to crush mountains, Shiraishikawa simply lowered his waist slightly.

His right hand was loosely clenched, and a silvery-white beam of light condensed in his palm.

"Show yourself, holy sword Gram."

The silvery beam of light instantly materialized, and a crystal-clear longsword appeared in Shiraishi Kawa's hand.

Ancient runes flowed across the sword, radiating a pure and sacred light.

Beo's attack came in an instant, but just as its claws were about to touch Shiraishi River, the Holy Sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling light.

Shatter all of Beo's wind pressure and roar.

"what?!"

For the first time, shock appeared in Beo's eyes.

Its attacks have never been so easily neutralized.

Shiraishikawa didn't give it time to react.

The light of the holy sword changed from clear to white, and the intense white light was as dazzling as the core of the sun.

With a flick of his wrist, the tip of his sword pierced precisely into Beo's chest.

"Pfft-"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Beo let out a painful howl as it stared in disbelief at the holy sword piercing through its body.

As a materialized manifestation of the soul, it should be immune to all physical attacks!

"Impossible... This is impossible!"

Beo struggled to retreat, but the holy sword, like a divine nail driven into the earth, held him firmly in place.

Shiraishikawa placed one foot on Beo's soft belly, looking down at the once arrogant golden beast.

"A soul materialized life is not immortal. In other worlds, beings like you are called Heroic Spirits, and they... can be killed."

Beo's pupils contracted violently.

It never imagined that it would be suppressed one day, let alone be so easily defeated by a seemingly ordinary human.

"What exactly are you...?"

Beo asked with difficulty, the childishness in his voice completely gone, leaving only the instinctive awe of a beast facing a strong one.

Shiraishikawa slowly drew the holy sword, blood dripping down the blade, but turning into golden specks of light and dissipating before hitting the ground.

His icy gaze sent a chill down Beo's spine.

“In order for you to play a role in the ceremony, I must first correct your arrogant attitude.”

"ceremony?"

Beo keenly grasped this key word.

Shiraishikawa offered no explanation, but instead raised the holy sword once more.

"Before the ceremony begins, there's one thing you need to learn—"

The sword tip lightly touched Beo's brow, and a mysterious rune lit up at the point of contact.

"--obey."

The runes emitted a blinding light, and Beo felt an unprecedented power invading the core of his soul.

It wanted to resist, but found that its will was being forcibly rewritten by some higher-level being.

"No...stop!"

Beo made a final struggle, but his voice grew weaker and weaker.

"Aozaki Touko... save me..."

Shiraishikawa watched indifferently as the Golden Wolf's resistance gradually weakened.

Beo—this golden wolf with the blood of a fantasy species—was now pinned to the damp earth by a longsword that shone with holy light.

Its limbs thrashed wildly, its claws tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and its golden beastly eyes burned with anger and resentment.

"Roar--!"

Each of Beo's struggles caused the holy sword to churn within its body, bringing excruciating pain.

But the more pain it felt, the more intense the ferocity in its eyes became.

"It can still move?"

Shiraishikawa stood in front of Beo, his black trench coat fluttering in the night wind.

He looked down at the fantasy creature nailed to the ground, a cold smile curving his lips.

"It seems that the title of the Third Magic is not undeserved."

Beo growled a low, threatening growl, then suddenly lunged forward, its hind legs slamming into Shiraishikawa's abdomen, attempting to trade blows.

The sharp wolf claws sliced ​​through the air, but stopped abruptly three inches from their target.

"madness."

Shiraishi Kawai commented softly, gripping the hilt of the sword with his right hand. Instead of pulling it out, he pressed it down hard.

"Ouch——!"

The holy sword pierced deeper into Beo's body, and a scorching and chilling sword light erupted from within it.

No blood splattered, only golden stardust drifted from the wound, like a vast, evaporated void.

Chapter 433 The True Stance

Beo's body convulsed violently, and the rage in his eyes almost materialized.

Shiraishikawa leaned down, his black hair falling down to cover half of his face, revealing an eye that was chillingly cold.

"You still won't obey? You've already died once."

"Despicable humans..."

Beo managed to utter a few words, and his golden fur began to ripple unnaturally.

"You think... this will... end it?"

Before the words were even finished, the wolf-shaped figure pinned to the ground suddenly exploded into countless golden specks of light, which then reformed three meters away. "737"

In the light, Beo's form began to change—his body lengthened, his forelimbs became arms, his hind legs became thicker, and he eventually transformed into a three-meter-tall golden werewolf.

"This is my true self!"

Beo, in his werewolf form, had a deep, thunderous voice. He moved his newly grown limbs, his muscles bulging beneath his golden fur.

"What kind of skill is that, relying on that sword? If you have the guts, then—"

"Just what?"

Shiraishikawa interrupted him, casually sheathing the holy sword back into its scabbard at his waist.

"You think I'm so weak that I can't beat you without a sword?"

Beo's wolf face revealed a ferocious grin.

Without that sword, you—

It didn't finish its harsh words.

Shiraishikawa's figure suddenly vanished from his spot, and the next second, a fist slammed heavily into Beo's abdomen.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, Beo's three-meter-tall body flew out like a rag doll, crashing through more than a dozen towering trees before finally coming to a stop.

It knelt on the ground, staring incredulously at its sunken belly, where the golden fur was rapidly withering and falling out.

"You...this is impossible..."

Beo looked up and saw Shiraishi Kawa walking slowly towards him, his black trench coat without a single wrinkle.

Shiraishikawa sneered.

"I used the Holy Sword, but I accidentally killed you."

He flexed his wrists, his knuckles making a crisp cracking sound.

"After all, I have no interest in killing a fantasy species."

"Insanity!"

Beo roared and leaped up, his golden claws tearing through the night sky as he slammed down on Shiraishikawa's head with devastating force.

Shiraishikawa didn't even lift his eyelids, casually waving his right hand.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the forest.

Beo's head was twisted ninety degrees by the slap, and his whole body spun and crashed into the ground, carving a trench more than ten meters long.

"Arrogant and conceited beast."

Shiraishikawa walked to the edge of the pit and looked down at the struggling werewolf.

“Aozaki Touko spoiled you so much that you forgot who you are.”