In Fuuto: Starting as a Kamen Rider 01

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My vision began to blur.

All I could hear was the sound of rain, the wind, and my own heavy, weak breathing.

He could only watch.

Watching that elegant yet cruel demon, stepping through the puddles, walk towards him with unhurried grace, one step at a time.

Water splashed up at his feet and then fell back down.

To Terujiro, that sound was like the footsteps of death.

The avengers' lament, at this moment, in this cold, rainy night, seemed so pale and powerless.

Despair, like the deepest night, completely enveloped him.

Chapter 63 Annihilation Thunder, Executing the Will! The Power of Natural Disaster? The Encirclement of Technology!

"How pathetic, Officer Terui."

The voice of the weather-mixed voice of Isaka Shinkuro was like a cold wind soaked in icy rain, piercing the eardrums of Terui Ryu, who was lying in the cold water.

He strolled slowly to Zhaojinglong, each step carrying a playful ease, his shoes making a soft, rustling sound as they lapped across the water.

Shinkuro Isaka looked down at the avenger who had almost lost everything, his eyes filled with pity and deep mockery, as if admiring a work of art on the verge of breaking.

"Your hatred, your anger, are meaningless in the face of the absolute power disparity between us."

In his deep voice, each word was like a small hammer, striking at the remaining will of Terujiro.

He slowly raised his foot, covered by a hard shell, in a ritualistic cruelty.

The target is Terui Ryu's exposed head, a symbol of Kamen Rider's glory and indomitable spirit.

He wanted to crush it in the most direct and humiliating way, to completely end this boring revenge drama that he believed had already been doomed to fail.

The puddles reflected the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) face of Isaka Shinkuro and the dim compound eyes of Terui Ryu.

Goodbye, Avengers.

A cruel smile spread across Isaka Shinkuro's lips.

"Your family will soon be reunited with you on the road to the underworld."

That foot, carrying immense force and the shadow of death, resolutely stomped down.

However, just as his foot was about to touch Terujiro's helmet and crush that last hope,

The air seemed to freeze.

Three figures, like data streams seeping out from another dimension, appeared silently and without warning on his left, right, and directly behind him.

Every direction precisely blocked all his possible evasion and retreat routes.

Isaka Shinkuro's foot, which was about to fall, stopped abruptly in mid-air, less than inches away from Terui Ryu's head.

The leader was a figure dressed in dark purple streamlined armor.

Her armor gleamed with a cold, eerie light, and the long, menacing scorpion tail on her back was raised high, its tip flashing with a deadly glint, like a venomous stinger ready to strike.

She stood there quietly, radiating a suffocating, queen-like oppression and a chilling aura of killing intent—Kamen Rider Metsubou.

On her left and right were two warriors, also dressed in black standard combat uniforms, their faces covered with cold metal faceplates.

Their eyes gleamed with an inhuman, purely cold, data-driven light—the gaze of highly efficient killing machines.

One of them was agile, with muscle definition faintly visible beneath his tight-fitting combat suit.

His codename was "Death," and he held a high-frequency particle short sword that gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light in each hand.

The blade of the short sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it possessed a sharpness capable of cutting through anything. He exuded a deadly aura, like a lurking cheetah.

The other one is codenamed "Xun".

He was equipped with a small, sophisticated flight backpack on his back, the thruster nozzles gleaming with a pale blue energy glow.

He held two futuristic-looking Gauss pistols out to the sides, the muzzles pointed directly at Isaka Shinkuro, clearly indicating that he was from a unit responsible for suppressing aerial fire and conducting precision strikes.

They are the first truly elite three-person combat team created by Su Chen, based on the fearsome organization "Destruction Thunder Station" from the plot of "01".

"Who are you...?"

For the first time, Isaka Shinkuro's voice lost its playful ease and revealed an unprecedented solemnity.

He could clearly sense a completely different aura emanating from these three suddenly appearing enemies compared to W and Accel, whom he had encountered before.

It was a pure killing intent, honed through countless trials, extremely efficient, and devoid of any superfluous emotion.

This murderous intent was as cold as the result of a computer program.

Kamen Rider Metsubou did not answer his question, nor did he make any unnecessary movements.

Her compound eyes, as if sculpted from amethyst, coldly gazed at Isaka Shinkuro.

That gaze was devoid of any human emotion, as if scrutinizing an inanimate object, a glitch about to be erased.

She spoke slowly, in a tone devoid of any emotion, as if delivering a final verdict.

Each word was like a strike on cold metal, clear and deadly.

"By order of the president..."

Her voice came through a speaker under her visor, carrying a slightly mechanical quality.

"We came to remove the 'lesions' that threaten the stability of Fengdu."

"Destroyer Thunder, begin executing your will."

The moment those words fell was not the end, but the true beginning.

Almost simultaneously, the three figures transformed into three bolts of death lightning with different trajectories!

Death, like a black phantom gliding close to the ground, his body pressed extremely low.

Reflected in the water on the ground, the particle short swords in his hands transformed into two intersecting, swirling death whirlwinds, slicing through the air with sharp whistles, aiming straight for Isaka Shinkuro's most stable lower joints.

At the same time, Xun activated the flight backpack on his back.

A powerful gust of air shot out, and his body lightly rose into the air.

The dual pistols in his hands drew precise shooting arcs in the air, and Gaussian energy bullets rained down on him from multiple angles, suppressing and interfering with his firepower without any blind spots.

Meanwhile, Kamen Rider Metsubou, the absolute main attacker of this three-person team, transformed into a violent dark purple lightning bolt.

The moment she lunged forward, the scorpion tail behind her, raised high, resembled an enraged king cobra, its stinger flashing with venomous light, tearing through the air and heading straight for Isaka Shinkuro's energy core—his heart!

This is a cold and efficient encirclement and suppression operation based on cutting-edge technology.

There were no roars, no declarations, only precise calculations and deadly execution.

The encirclement and suppression have officially begun!

The coordinated attack of the three members of the Destroyer.net team was like a precision killing machine operating at its maximum.

Every movement, every coordination, was precise and flawless.

Even a powerful entity like the meteorological contaminant, capable of influencing celestial phenomena, was caught in a pre-set trap under such a relentless offensive, instantly falling into an unprecedented predicament.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, leaving only the cold sounds of machinery operating and the ear-piercing roar of colliding energy.

"Get out of my way, you little bastards!"

Shinkuro Isaka let out a beast-like roar.

He suddenly raised both arms high above his head, palms facing upwards, attempting to tear the sky apart and summon the violent lightning that could destroy everything.

He wanted to turn these three obstructive mechanical creations, along with the small clinic beneath his feet, into scorched earth.

His internal meteorological memory was operating wildly, and a surge of immense energy flowed out of his body, stirring up the free charges in the atmosphere.

However, just as the dark clouds in the sky began to show signs of gathering, the oppressive aura of thunder began to emerge.

The "Swift," responsible for air suppression, had already captured every subtle movement of Isaka with its electronic eyes, accurately predicting his intentions.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-!

A sharp and rapid burst of gunfire suddenly rang out.

The specially made Gauss pistol in Xun's hand spewed out countless streams of dark blue energy.

These energy projectiles were not aimed directly at Shinkuro Isaka's body.

They shot towards a specific area above the clinic with a tricky and precise trajectory.

The energy bomb exploded in the air, releasing a powerful electromagnetic pulse that violently altered the ionospheric structure of the area.

The thunderclouds, which had just begun to condense and were brewing terrifying power, were like a giant balloon that had been punctured by countless fine needles at the same time.

Before it could even utter a sob, it vanished in an instant.

The sky returned to its previous gloom, as if the devastating thunder had never been summoned.

"what?!"

The ferocity and confidence on Isaka Shinkuro's face froze instantly, replaced by disbelief and horror.

His weather manipulation ability, which he was so proud of and regarded as divine authority, was so easily and forcibly broken by this pure, cold technological means.

For him, this was nothing short of a collapse of his faith.

Just as his mind was shaken and he experienced a fatal moment of distraction.

"Death," responsible for close-quarters combat, had already transformed into a blurry shadow, silently approaching his side.

The fighting style of the deceased abandons all unnecessary feints and fancy moves.

Every move he makes is solely for the pursuit of ultimate speed and maximum lethality.

He gripped the high-frequency particle short sword tightly with both hands, its blade flashing with dangerous silver lightning.

At that moment, they transformed into two silver lightning bolts that tore through the air.

Each swing was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, precisely slashing at the joints where the energy flow was weakest on Isaka Shinkuro's body.

That was the most effective attack point, determined by precise calculations by Yak.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!