Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 22 The Sword Given by Heaven
Hunting is an aggressive behavior initiated by a creature to satisfy its appetite.

Wild animals hunt, and so do humans, but the targets are usually other species.

If one targets one's own kind, then one can only be called a monster.

A crimson path pierced straight into the territory of the White City from the outside in, like a painter's careless brushstroke, leaving behind countless broken walls and crimson blood along the way.

The brave Red King from childhood picture books has degenerated into a bloodthirsty tyrant who leads a horde of monsters to devour countless lives.

vomit--

Witnessing this scene, Akane Isshiki, who had just stood up, immediately covered her mouth. People living in peacetime had never seen such a scene before. She could hardly suppress the strong nausea rising in her stomach and quickly staggered back several steps to the ground, trembling all over.

Mitsurugi and Yurika silently gazed down at the horrifying hellish scene before them.

The crimson monsters escorted the captured residents of White City to a pool that was empty and devoid of anything, but it was soon filled with death and blood.

The monsters mercilessly bit off the throats of all the prisoners, trampled their bodies, and even tore the still-living prisoners apart, accompanied by extremely shrill screams and wails, as colorless and transparent pigment poured out from the bodies of the dead.

The thirsty Red King crawled into the pool on all fours in the posture of a wild beast, his armored body completely submerged in it, like an ancient tyrant soaking in a pool of wine, constantly drinking deeply and devouring the blood and existence of the creatures in the painting, which is also a strand of color that constitutes their essence.

Gradually, countless spikes appeared on the Japanese-style armor covering the Red King's entire body, and its color changed from bright red to a dark red that was almost pitch black, as if every piece of armor was covered with dried blood, making it ferocious and terrifying.

Its body swelled several times its original size, reaching a height comparable to a heavy truck, and its immense weight easily crushed solid ground. Even the weapons it wielded, originally as thick as a bowl, became as heavy and massive as Roman columns.

At this moment, the Red King held a dark red iron rod in his hand, the top of which was covered with dark gold spikes that resembled fangs. It could easily tear off large pieces of flesh and blood. Its weight was also astonishing. Just swinging it was enough to stir up a violent gale that made people lose their footing.

Looking down at the oil-mixing knife, which was less than fifty centimeters long, Yujian's expression turned as cold and hard as a frozen lake.

The dream of Asura, though torturous, offers countless chances to start over. But what if this monster were to deliver a blow to his head right now...?

call--

He exhaled a long breath, as if expelling all his fear and other distracting thoughts.

Yu Jian knew he couldn't wait any longer. If he allowed the other party to continue devouring him, not to mention how much its strength would grow, his own sword-wielding prowess would be completely worn away.

After all, I am just a weak mortal...

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt relieved. What could be more youthful and exciting than challenging a ferocious monster with a mortal body?
A burning heat rose in my chest, and I could faintly hear the sound of ocean waves in my ears. But it wasn't ocean waves; it was blood, blood flowing like a mighty river.

With a thud, Yu Jian stepped onto the railing of the highest level of the castle tower, standing tall in the cold wind blowing in his face, looking down at the terrifying crimson tyrant below with the insignificant figure of a mortal.

The two locked eyes, and even though they were far apart, they could still feel the burning killing intent in each other's hearts.

Then, let’s fight!

Mikasa's sleeve was suddenly tugged, and when she turned around, she saw the expression on Aizen Yurika's face, holding the paintbrush from reality in her hand.

The girl gestured for him to wait a moment, suspending her paintbrush above the oil-mixing knife.

Yu Jian was taken aback, then saw the outline of the oil-mixing knife begin to ripple.

Does this work too?
He was both surprised and surprised, yet it seemed perfectly reasonable.

The essence of this eternal world is ultimately a painting, so the painting tool in hand can easily destroy what exists in the painting, and the paintbrush that Lily brought in can also modify the things in the painting.

Although the oil-mixing knife originates from reality, it is now part of the painting and, theoretically, has the potential to be altered by the paintbrush.

Following this logic, could we simply change the monster into a plush bear? Or draw the person as Superman?
Lily sighed regretfully, guessing what Mitsurugi was thinking, just as always.

She raised her right hand, revealing several broken fingernails and gushing blood from the wounds, clearly indicating that it was a recent injury.

Yujian instinctively tried to grab Yurika's hand, but she stopped him; the girl's eyes were gentle yet firm.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

“Even ordinary creatures in a painting are difficult to influence if they are unwilling to accept change, and may even be injured as a result. Moreover, that monster does not look ordinary.”

“Similarly, people like us who come from reality cannot be changed by a paintbrush, otherwise there would be no need for Mikasa to fight alone.” Yurika’s face grew paler, but her hands did not stop moving.

"But if it's just an item, then there seems to be a slight possibility."

Lily's voice became increasingly strained as she spoke; this change was clearly not without cost.

Just as Yu Jian was about to stop him, another pair of hands gripped the paintbrush tightly.

“Isshiki-senpai.” Yurika looked at her with surprise. This girl, who was not good at communicating but had superb drawing skills, blushed and gritted her teeth, trying her best to resist the resistance from the tip of the pen and the urge to run away in her heart.

"Dad's paintings shouldn't be like this!"

She absolutely refused to accept that her father's work had been distorted into such an ugly form!

Akane Isshiki struggled to finish the last stroke with her pen, then flew backward as if struck by lightning, almost knocking Yurika down with her.

In an instant, the top floor of the castle tower shone brightly.

At first, the outline of the oil-teasing knife was just slightly swaying, but now its appearance has completely changed.

The ordinary painting tools were gone, replaced by a pale katana with a faint, cold light and complete with all its accessories.

The newly refurbished weapon now truly resembles a demonic blade, befitting the name uttered with awe by the creature in the painting—Destruction Blade: Exorcise of Three Thousand Void!
"That's all we can do."

Lifting up the unconscious Isshiki Akane, Aizen Yurika blinked, her old glasses slipping off her nose, her tired face bearing only a smile.

In that instant, it was as if a second sun had risen on the horizon, dazzling and mesmerizing.

"Yujian, everything is now in your hands."

"..."

He couldn't help but grip the weapon tightly while riding the sword.

"Then I'll be right back."

Before he could finish speaking, the boy had already leaped off the top floor of the castle tower.

The wind-blown coat rustled behind me, like a raptor spreading its wings and casting its shadow on the earth.

At the same time, a chilling killing intent was also unleashed!
The figure falling on the sword was like a black arrow, charging vertically downwards along the wall.

Before landing, he used extremely precise body-catching movements, combined with incredible coordination, to convert all the force of the fall into forward momentum.

He swiftly swept across the ground, his footsteps creating ripples in the still-uncured crimson paint. Countless bright red monsters were left behind by the boy, unable to hinder his fighting spirit.

At the same time, Yu Jian's mind raced as he considered the crucial question.

The manifestation method is ineffective; how can mortals defeat monsters in a contest of strength?

The same applies to the self-manifestation style; it is also unsuitable for the following battles.

So, what other schools of thought are available?
The only complete sword techniques obtained from the Dream of Asura are the two schools mentioned above; most of the others are incomplete, with only fragments remaining for reference.

Looking at the Red King's enormous and majestic body, a figure suddenly flashed through Yu Jian's mind—the figure of a defeated opponent.

The opponent was also clad in armor, was also tall, and even carried a heavy weapon.

It was that heavily armored demon that occupied the arched bridge, with two horns on its head and wearing chainmail.

The swordsmanship he has mastered is called the Natural Rishin-ryu!

This style emphasizes speed and precision, with moves prioritizing practical application, but its core can be summed up in one word.

Fast, incredibly fast!

There is no ignorance, nor is there an end to ignorance...

Its profound meaning is the instantaneous killing of ignorance, which completely eliminates the three thousand afflictions of greed, anger, delusion, pride, and doubt!

However, even with a divinely bestowed talent for swordsmanship, it would still take at least three...

3!

2!

1!

Natural Mind-Controlling Style - Thunderous Sword Movement!!!

(End of this chapter)