My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon

Chapter 439

Pile Into

[BAGIKINN!]

The jet-black blade of the demon sword shattered, and its tip was violently slammed into the asphalt. However, carrying immense kinetic energy, it immediately bounced back up, soaring high into the air.

Glittering, it traced a long parabolic arc, then fell to the ground again, letting out a high-pitched metallic clang as it tumbled away.

[KYAN!… CHIN! KIN! KUWAWAWA…]

Amidst a moment of silence, that strangely lonely sound echoed all around.

"Ah… Aah…!?"

With his trump cards being broken one after another, an unbelievable voice leaked from Nemu's mouth. But standing before him was Serai Machi, having switched her weapon to her left hand, her now-empty right hand pulled far back.

"Bakaaa!!"

And the next instant, Nemu's neck stretched bizarrely sideways.Yeah, just like Dar★th Vader.

Following that, a sharp, explosive sound. A sonic-speed Serai-slap caught Nemu squarely on the cheek, swung through with all her might.

His sideways-stretched neck, its cervical vertebrae completely separated, seemed ready to tear off and fly away at any moment.

But just when it seemed it couldn't stretch any further, his body finally caught up, returning his neck to its original length. This time, a violent horizontal spin was generated.

Then, falling sideways in a spinning drill-like state, he rolled across the asphalt with a trail of smoke and tumbled into the irrigation canal.

"Haah, haah, haah…!"

"………"

Serai-san, who had appeared with a terrifying, overwhelming force and taken down their leader with a single slap. The gazes of the Yancha Boys, who were holding their breath, focused on her.

Simultaneously, I sensed the failure of our plan.

Although the objective of taking out the leader was achieved, the situation of "we were attacked, so we had no choice but…" had collapsed. The ideal would have been to intercept him alone when he trespassed, but before that could happen, Serai-san had leapt out and attacked.

However, I couldn't just leave Serai-san, who had charged into the middle of the group, exposed to their attacks.

(Muu, at this point, there's no help for it. All that's left is to change to the chaotic-brawl strategy!)

"Whoa!?"

"Gyaaah!"

"!?"

Startled by the sudden screams coming from an impossible direction, the Yancha Boys frantically turned around.

There, they saw the figure of a slippery monster easily exceeding human height. It was grabbing their comrades by the scruff of their necks, one after another, and slamming them into the irrigation canal.

"A m-monster!"

"It's a monster!"

Indeed. With all this racket, it wouldn't be strange at all for a monster to appear from the mountains. That thing… yes, it must surely be that kind of monster.

Just then, at the edge of my vision, I saw a single patrol car coming down from the mountain pass.

The patrol car that appeared in the basin seemed to confirm the gathering of cars and crowd, turning on its siren and accelerating. It seemed Shark and Yuizuki-chan had reported it to the police.

(Hmm, Shark has family in the police force. Getting the usually slow-to-act police to move is probably child's play for her.)

"This is bad!"

"What do we do!?"

"What do you mean 'what do we do'? We gotta run!"

The Yancha Boys, thrown into confusion by the rain of… ahem, the mysterious monster and the appearance of the patrol car. The cocky atmosphere from earlier completely vanished, and they scrambled to get into their cars to flee.

One of them turned the wheel and opened the passenger door, calling out to that noisy kid who was worried about Nemu, who had fallen into the canal.

"Hey, get in, quick!!"

"Huh, but Nemu is…!"

"We ain't got time to help him! Just get in!!"

"O- okay!"

But just as the door closed and the car tried to speed off, its windshield made a sharp BISHIRI sound and turned white.

"Kyaaah!"

"Whoa!? What the hell!?"

And it wasn't just one car; the same phenomenon occurred one after another on the cars trying to escape. Yes, that was because super-fast, rock-hard poop balls, fired from who-knows-where, were shattering the cars' windshields.

"Wha, what is this!?"

"How should I know!?"

Weaving through the pile-up caused by the now-blinded cars, customized bikes and scooters attempted to flee, abandoning their comrades.

"Dammit, I can't deal with this!!"

"We're going on our own! Gyaaah!"

But that escape was also not to be.

Because the mysterious slippery monster, with only its large head poking out from the distant irrigation canal, was spraying a mucus-like rain, wetting the road surface.

The gang-style bikes and scooters hit by it slid on the wet road, tumbling one after another into the rice paddies and canals.

"You there! Stop right there!!"

And into this utterly chaotic scene, the patrol car that had taken the long way around the basin finally arrived.