Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 222 Corpse-Human Modification, Target: You Guo

The surrounding soldiers, witnessing this bizarre scene, all took a few steps back.

Someone's rifle fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Halt! All of you!" The general's voice turned hoarse and grating. "This is a divine power bestowed by His Majesty! As long as you pledge your loyalty to His Majesty, you too can obtain this power that transcends mortals!"

Suddenly, a series of orderly footsteps sounded in the distance. Hundreds of soldiers emerged from the darkness, carrying torches, their eyes all glowing with an eerie red light.

Tanjiro's pupils contracted sharply; the soldiers exuded the same decaying aura as the general.

The soldiers who had been trying to flee stopped, their eyes gleaming with greed and longing. "The general is right!" one soldier shouted, "For His Majesty!"

"For His Majesty!"

The other soldiers also shouted, raising their guns and aiming them at the Demon Slayer Corps members again.

A barrage of gunfire erupted, bullets rained down, and at the same time, artillery fire roared again from the distant hillside.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The shells pierced the night sky, plunging down with long trails of fire.

"Kill them all!" the general roared, turning to walk towards Uzui Tengen behind him. "As for you, you can die first!"

He raised his hand, drew the pistol from his waist, and pulled the trigger at Uzui Tengen.

Just then, Uzui Tengen's fingers twitched.

"Bang!"

An explosive ball slid from his sleeve and detonated on the ground. Thick smoke instantly obscured visibility.

Gunfire erupted from the smoke. Bullets whistled through the thick smoke, but the general missed every shot.

"Damn it!" The general fired several shots, and the empty shell casings clattered to the ground.

In the smoke, Uzui Tengen swayed as he stood up. He slowly reached out and pulled the blades from his chest one by one, the sound of metal scraping against flesh making one's teeth ache.

He coughed up blood, his voice hoarse: "Don't underestimate Zhu!"

Yuzui Tengen suddenly activated the Sound Breathing Technique, instantly bursting out of the smoke. His speed was so fast that it was difficult to catch, and the general didn't even have time to pull the trigger.

"What?!" The general's pupils shrank sharply, and a cold glint flashed past.

The general's face was still filled with disbelief as the blade sliced ​​across his throat. He reached for his neck, and his head slowly slid off.

The surrounding soldiers were stunned for a moment, then pointed their guns at Uzui Tengen.

"Wait! Mr. Uzui!" Tanjiro shouted hoarsely.

"Shut up!" Uzui Tengen interrupted him. "Just remember my magnificent departing figure!"

He held a knife in each hand, the blades gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Countless explosive balls slid out from his sleeves, tracing arcs in the air.

"Sound Breathing - Form Five - String Resonance!"

Uzui Tengen's figure suddenly accelerated, leaving afterimages in the air. As his twin swords clashed, countless explosive balls were precisely hit.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions rang out in the enemy ranks, sending shockwaves and flying debris. Soldiers were thrown about, some men, some horses.

A path was forcibly opened up among the soldiers.

"Go!" Yoshiyuki Tomioka gave the order, and the team quickly rushed towards the passage.

The soldiers quickly recovered from the chaos and began to regroup.

Uzui Tengen moved at the rear of the group, his twin swords flashing as he deflected the incoming bullets. His movements remained swift and fierce, but his breathing had become erratic, and each swing of his sword drew a string of beads of blood.

Just as the group was about to leave, he suddenly shouted, his voice tinged with smugness: "Hey, Tanjiro! Remember this, that's how Pillars should fight in style!"

His voice carried a hint of laughter, as if this were not a battle to the death, but a grand farewell performance.

Tanjiro turned his head, his vision blurred with tears. He wanted to say something, but Giyu Tomioka pulled him forward.

As the group receded into the distance, Uzui Tengen's movements began to slow down, and excessive blood loss blurred his vision.

The explosive balls at his waist were all used up, and the enemy's encirclement was getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, a cannonball whistled through the air. Uzui Tengen barely managed to parry, but the shockwave still sent him flying. Two Nichirin Blades flew from his hands and clattered to the ground.

"Hinatsuru, Suma, Maki..." he murmured the three names, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes. "I'm sorry, it seems I can't go back."

Soldiers in the distance began to swarm forward.

Uzui Tengen revealed a final smile and pulled out the last explosive ball from his sleeve.

He knew very well that Dio would turn him into that monster. Then, not only would he become a weapon against his comrades, but his own corpse would also be desecrated.

As a sound pillar, this kind of thing is absolutely intolerable.

"The final curtain call has to be magnificent enough."

He crushed the explosive ball with a sudden burst of light, and the brilliant flames instantly engulfed everything.

In the distance, Tanjiro heard the explosion, paused, and tears instantly streamed down his face.

........................

Two nights later

The square outside the imperial city was teeming with people, and the noise was deafening.

"Have you heard? To show his compassion for the people, His Majesty is holding a grand banquet in the palace and will be distributing rewards to them!"

"Yes, yes, I heard that every household is receiving food!"

In the crowd, an old farmer dressed in coarse cloth said excitedly, "Being able to go to the palace once is enough to make my life worthwhile."

Officials in official robes moved through the crowd one after another, holding rosters to register the number of ninjas.

"Gentlemen, please follow me," an official called out. "To avoid overcrowding, we will lead you in in batches."

The crowd followed the officials through the palace gates and along the corridors.

"Huh? Why are we going underground?" someone asked, puzzled.

"This was specially arranged by His Majesty," the official explained. "The main hall of the palace is about to be renovated, so His Majesty specially held a banquet in the underground hall."

Finally, the group arrived at a huge underground hall. Torches illuminated the hall.

"This place is huge!" someone exclaimed.

Where is the banquet?

Just as people were looking around, the heavy iron gate slammed down, completely sealing off the exit.

"The door! Why is the door closed?"

Panic began to spread among the crowd. Some people rushed to the iron gate and pounded on it desperately, but the heavy iron gate did not budge.

Just then, a low laugh came from deep within the hall.

"Welcome, everyone." A tall, slender figure slowly stepped out, his blond hair gleaming eerily in the firelight. "You've come to attend this grand feast."

"However, you are the main course tonight."

As soon as Dio finished speaking, the surrounding walls suddenly cracked open, and a large number of undead people surged out like a tide, their screams instantly echoing throughout the entire hall.

"Help! Help me!"

The crowd scattered frantically, but there was nowhere to escape in the confined space.

"Ah! Let me go!"

A young woman screamed and struggled desperately, but in the face of the undead, the strength of an ordinary person seemed so insignificant.

The corpse-like man's shriveled body was visibly recovering. His pale skin turned rosy, and his bony limbs regained their strength.

Dio stood on high ground, a satisfied smile on his face: "This method is indeed much faster."

Jiaren bowed his head respectfully, his voice filled with fervent reverence: "Thank you for your praise, Master. I am willing to offer you all the people of this country."

Finally, the last scream disappeared, and only the sucking sounds of the undead eating filled the hall.

Dio watched this scene and nodded in satisfaction. He leaped and landed steadily in the center of the square.

Dio's gaze swept over the dozens of people in front of him. The aura of these undead was completely different from that of ordinary undead. They were all dead Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, including many powerful Pillars.

Some of them are even stronger than me.

His gaze finally settled on Kyojuro Rengoku.

As the strongest among these pillars, Purgatory appeared somewhat disheveled at this moment. His right arm was slowly healing, and the white bone was still visible at the break.

"What's going on?" Dio frowned.

Kyojuro Rengoku knelt on one knee: "In the final battle, I encountered the current Flame Pillar, who seemed to have awakened some kind of power. His strength increased dramatically in an instant, even making him difficult for me to handle," he glanced down at his severed arm.

"Do you know what kind of power that is?"

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"In my family's heritage," Kyojuro Rengoku said in a deep voice, "there is a book that records the lineage of the Flame Pillars. Perhaps the answer lies within it."

"We'll talk about it later. It seems you still need to work on it." Dio stroked his chin, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"But just in time," he raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the air, "I have a great idea."

He turned to the other pillars that had become corpses, and in a flash, he appeared in front of them.

"Clang!"

Dior swiftly brought down his knife, a flash of cold light.

Several arms lay neatly on the ground, the cuts clean and without a drop of blood. These undead didn't even flinch, as if the severed arms weren't their own.

"Let's use these." Dio picked up an arm and walked over to Kyojuro Rengoku.

Rengoku Kyojuro looked at the severed arms, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "What does Master mean?"

He pressed his arm against Kyojuro Rengoku's torso, and a bizarre scene unfolded—the blood vessels in the severed arm writhed as if alive, rapidly connecting with Kyojuro Rengoku's blood vessels.

One, two, three.

Soon, six arms were arranged in a fan shape on Rengoku Kyojuro's body, each arm able to move flexibly, as if it were innate.

"How do you feel?" Dio asked.

Kyojuro Rengoku stretched his six arms, making his already fierce aura even more terrifying: "Unprecedentedly powerful."

Dior turned to Jiaren beside him: "How's the investigation going?"

Jiaren lowered his head, his voice tinged with trepidation: "Reporting to Master, I have done my utmost to search, but..." He paused, "ghosts are notoriously difficult to find, mostly existing only in legends. I only found one piece of information."

"explain."

"There have been frequent disappearances lately in the Yoshiwara area. It's said..." Yoshihito's voice lowered even further, "that an extremely powerful demon is lurking there."

Dior's golden eyes narrowed slightly: "Oh?"

"Yes," Jiaren continued, "That area is a red-light district with a diverse population. Even if someone goes missing, the authorities won't investigate too much. But recently, the number of missing persons has been too high, which has already attracted some attention."

Dio pondered for a moment, then turned to Rengoku Kyojuro: "Perfect, let's go check that out first."

"Yes, sir." Jiaren bowed respectfully, then turned and left to make the arrangements.

"Ugh!"

A deep bugle call rang out in the military camp.

"gather!"

"gather!"

In the pitch-black night, thousands of soldiers quickly formed ranks. The sounds of horses' hooves, footsteps, and clashing weapons echoed through the darkness.

"All troops, move out! Target: Yoshiwara Yukaku!" With a wave of his hand, the general ordered the army to begin its advance.

The column moved forward in a winding path under the moonlight, torches forming a long dragon, and each soldier had a sharp longsword hanging at his waist and a rifle on his back.

Two hours later, the outline of Yoshiwara Yukaku came into view.

This place, a place of extravagance and debauchery, was brightly lit and filled with singing and dancing. Red lanterns illuminated the entire street in a crimson glow.

"Surround the entire area!"

Squads of fully armed soldiers appeared at the street corner, rifles in hand, advancing expressionlessly.

Pedestrians on the street scattered at the sight, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Everyone, stand still!" A general rode up on horseback, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority. "By His Majesty's decree, dangerous elements are hiding within the Yoshiwara outpost. Immediately seal off the entire area!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The soldiers quickly dispersed and surrounded the entire area. They carried torches and searched house to house.

The entire street quickly descended into chaos. Screams and cries filled the air. Some tried to escape, but were brutally beaten to the ground by soldiers with rifle butts.

At this moment, on the top floor of a magnificent courtesan's tower.

Daki was leaning lazily against the window, toying with an exquisite pipe in her hand. Suddenly, her brows furrowed slightly.

"What happened?"

She got up and went to the window, where she saw chaos on the street. Soldiers were searching house to house, and disheveled customers were being driven out.

"What's wrong with these maggots now?" She squinted at the chaotic scene downstairs.

Squads of soldiers were methodically searching each shop. Disheveled customers were driven out into the street, shivering in the cold wind.

Some people tried to protest, but were knocked to the ground by a soldier's rifle butt.

"Click, click"

The sound of orderly footsteps came from the end of the street. Soldiers parted to make way, and a tall figure walked slowly towards them.

He was followed by dozens of tall and imposing warriors.

Beside him was a person wearing a cloak, whose face was obscured.

"Lord Dior!" The soldiers immediately bowed in salute. "There's something amiss at the third shop to the north."

"None of the ten people we sent in to search came out, and strange noises were coming from inside."

"Oh?" Dio raised an eyebrow with interest. "Looks like that's the place."

At this moment, Daki, on the top floor of the Oiran-ro, gently exhaled a smoke ring, her gaze falling on Dio.

"Tsk tsk, what a handsome blond man," she said, standing up and twirling her pipe. "Let me see what you're capable of. Once you're inside, I'm going to have a good taste of your blood."

Dio suddenly turned to the general beside him: "It seems we'll need some special measures."

"Understood." The general suddenly turned and shouted, "Bring the artillery over! Since they're hiding inside and refusing to come out, then bomb this building to the ground!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The heavy roar of the artillery came from afar.

As Daki was still thinking about how to "entertain" these guests, her pupils suddenly contracted—several cannons were already aimed at the building where she was.

(End of this chapter)