Steve Chapter 905: Take this Punch! (Patreon)

“Chibaku Tensei!”

With Fang Mo’s shout, an overwhelming gravitational field swallowed the entire city.

Gravity warped. The ground shuddered in dread. Rubble, boulders—everything—ripped free and surged into the air.

“…Huh?”

Alucard blinked, just as the ground beneath her feet rose up as well.

Within seconds, a solid sphere began to take shape midair. Alucard was dragged onto its surface, bracing herself there as she tried to launch an attack.

She raised both hands.

Two very different handguns fired at once.

But whether it was the white Casull or the black Jackal, neither bullet could harm Fang Mo in the slightest.

Rounds that could pulp Anderson’s iron-bodied frame hit Fang Mo and did nothing but strike sparks. He didn’t even bother to dodge—just stood there calmly, as if standing in a gentle spring drizzle.

“Honestly, that hardness is ridiculous.”

Watching this, Alucard couldn’t help but mutter, almost in awe. “Every time I see it, it’s absurd… how can a living thing tank that?”

Fang Mo gave her no time to ponder.

As the sphere finished forming, more matter was torn screaming into the sky.

Alucard tried to break away, but the pull only intensified until even moving became difficult. Debris slammed over her in waves, entombing her completely, until at last there hung a solid orb as tall as a thirty-plus-story tower.

It was like a small planetoid,

floating there and blotting out the sky.

“Wh-what is that…”

Even Integra, watching from not far away, couldn’t hide her shock.

“Alucard…”

Thrown down on the pavement, Walter murmured as well. He knew a little of Fang Mo’s power—clearly something not of this world. A demon, or something worse.

Even the king of monsters, Alucard—

before Fang Mo, it felt like she was getting smothered from start to finish.

“Major, they’ve started.”

Meanwhile, aboard the distant zeppelin, the Doctor turned to the Major. “Schrödinger’s still hesitating. At this rate our plan might… should I order him to kill himself immediately?”

“No need.”

The Major sounded oddly certain. “Schrödinger is carrying out his orders. I told him earlier: ignore us and choose your moment.”

“But our plan—”

“Doctor, you’re too tense.”

The Major chuckled, shaking his head. “Plans are important, yes—but isn’t this scene in front of us… stirring? I’ve never tasted victory in war, not once since I was born. We’ve plotted for half a century to launch a war that cannot fail, but… what we’re seeing now is beyond our comprehension. Didn’t you hear what that one said? Doctor, we’re facing an entity beyond the world.”

“Major, you mean…”

“Heh, heh, heh.”

The stout Major laughed again, head tilted back, lenses reflecting the flames in a cold sheet of white. “To witness such a spectacle… isn’t that alone worth dying for?”

“Um…”

“And we aren’t necessarily the losers, Doctor.”

He went on, voice low. “Anything with intellect—no matter how unfathomable—has a purpose. Look, it negotiated and cooperated with us before. That means it has aims. It didn’t descend here for no reason.”

“Hm?”

The Doctor paused. “That thing… it did say its target was Alucard, just now.”

“That’s what Alucard said.”

The Major corrected him, then continued, “But it hardly matters. He clearly has some fixation on Alucard. What is she to him… a toy? Prey? Food? A pet?”

He smiled, shaking his head again.

“Either way, he doesn’t belong to this world… like a wolf pack hunting in a city—after it’s fed, it returns to the wild.”

“So what do we do?”

The Doctor glanced down at sludge-blanketed London. “Do we… keep prosecuting the war here?”

“What are you saying? The place already reeks with rot.”

The Major eyed the filth below. “Let’s keep watching. I have a better idea than swatting these gnats.”

“What idea?”

The Doctor asked, wary curiosity in his voice.

“Heh heh heh heh… An idea for endless war.” The Major’s grin split wide, unsettling and feral. “I love war too much. Even a one-in-ten-thousand chance—I’ll stake everything to roll those dice.”

His gaze burned hot,

fixated on the white-haired, red-eyed little girl below—on that adorable figure that sparked boundless, earnest ambition and madness in his eyes.

“Major, you—”

A shiver ran through the Doctor. He had a pretty good idea what the Major was thinking now.

Cut back to the ground.

“…”

Fang Mo lifted a palm toward the Chibaku Tensei sphere and slowly clenched.

The Void Ring on her finger glimmered; a tidal surge of gravity erupted. The massive orb groaned and compacted, diameter shrinking fast with a sharp, cracking chorus.

Under that ceaseless pressure, its skin split and herniated; blood jetted out from within like fountains.

What had been a sphere a hundred meters across—

under Fang Mo’s hand, she squeezed it down to a stone only a few meters wide.

“Mas—Master!”

Finally snapping out of it, the dazed policewoman bolted toward Fang Mo, panicked by the horror unfolding. “Unc—Uncle Ba! Please—please stop fighting!”

“This is just kids scrapping. Don’t stick your nose in.”

Fang Mo didn’t even look her way. She drew a blazing gold-white greatsword and leveled it at the hovering pebble.

“I—I…”

The policewoman panicked. On some wild impulse she lunged from behind, wrapping Fang Mo in a desperate hug. “Then I’ll fight too! You’re all centuries-old monsters, right? I’ve only lived twenty-something years… I’m the real kid here!”

“?”

Fang Mo blinked at the logic, then glanced back over her shoulder. “You’re a kid?”

“Mm!”

The policewoman nodded, deadly earnest. “If you want to fight Master, then you’ll have to get through—”

“Great. Old folks and kids fly first.”

Fang Mo didn’t wait for her to finish. She slipped free, grabbed the cop by one arm, and yeeted her skyward. At the same time, the gravity field took hold. “Up you go!”

“Aaaaaahhhh!!!”

An irresistible force launched the cop like a meteor. She vanished toward the horizon—no way she’d be back soon.

“Okay. Done.”

Fang Mo lifted her eyes to the sky again. “Where were we?”

But the delay had let something odd fester in the orb. Shadow-like matter writhed within, seeping outward. Several scarlet eyes snapped open on the surface.

“…Huh?”

Fang Mo frowned. She knew Alucard could ghost through walls—but breaking out of Chibaku Tensei itself was a surprise.

“Kufufufu.”

A chuckle. Alucard rose again—this time half-mist, intangible enough that raw gravity couldn’t pin her.

“Laevateinn—Ashes of Heaven and Earth.”

Fang Mo didn’t waste breath. She swung the greatsword.

The flame-blade blazed, brighter than the sun. A wave of heat, compressed to the limit—so hot it had no color—howled forth. The solid sphere vanished almost instantly, scoured to drifting ash.

The heatwave kept going,

cleaving the sky itself in two. The firmament shattered, revealing an abyssal dark behind it, before the stroke finally died.

And in the very next second—

Alucard’s voice rose again, close by.

“Heh heh heh…”

She stood up out of a puddle of blood on the ground. “That’s a first—even my every drop was vaporized. Flesh and bone burnt to ash—no, not even ash left, really, was there?”

“Yah!!!”

But before she could finish, Fang Mo roared—no warning, all killing intent.

Her figure flickered and was simply there, in front of Alucard.

A small, porcelain fist thumped into Alucard’s skull. Her head burst like a watermelon.

Headless,

her body toppled.

It regrew almost instantly. But in the brief opening, Fang Mo had already swung a leg over, pinning Alucard’s chest with her small backside and drawing back a fist. “No will to be human, huh? Dead-set on dying, huh?”

“Fine.”

A thin, white field shimmered around Fang Mo’s knuckles.

It deepened—into a darkness that swallowed light. Purple arcs crawled over it, and anything they touched failed—ruptured, rotted, unmade.

The mood of the battlefield flipped.

Two cute girls, rolling in filth and grappling, should have looked absurd.

But everyone watching felt no dissonance at all—only a rising, visceral dread.

In the face of something absolute, a cute skin can’t hide the truth of power. A force that can cleave and scorch the heavens—how could terror like that be hidden?!

“If you insist on death, then try it. See if you can escape my hands—spurning the life and mercy I offer!”

“Small fry, you’re living whether you like it or not!”

“Gravity Collapse Fist… Overclocked Ego Restoration Mode!!!”

Her face twisted into something monstrous—then came despair, ruin, and death.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!

Before Alucard could answer, the black-hole fists were already falling. Space fractured. Matter failed. London itself seemed to heave. Everyone still alive stared in horror as a demon god poured her wrath into the world.

Could Alucard withstand god-slaying might like that?

No.

Fang Mo’s blows were too strong, her tricks endless… She even grabbed the Holy Grail and smashed it into Alucard’s head.

How could a vampire bear the weight of that vast wish-power?

A time-reversal rite ignited, sheathing Fang Mo’s fists—each punch hurled Alucard backward into the past, flaying him from time, peeling meat from bone.

“ORA ORA ORA ORA!!!!”

1945, 1900, 1864—Fang Mo battered Alucard upstream along the river of years, pounding against the roaring current, tearing away piece after piece of her life.

No need to kill her millions of times.

No need to force her to unleash Zero Release, the River of the Dead.

Fang Mo used her own method—her two fists—to beat Alucard back into being human.

By the end, Alucard had lost everything. He lay naked on the ground, a handsome, bearded man in shackles—the moment just before his death, the point where his path to vampirism began.

“This… is a human body?”

Feeling his state, Alucard’s face was blank with shock. “What is this? What… what did you do to me?”

“Still don’t get it?!” Fang Mo sat astride his chest, arms folded, voice ringing with imperious force. “You small fry already lost! You damn well lost to me, the White-Haired Heavenly King!”