Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 234 Black Death

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Obanai Iguro darted to his side with serpentine steps, deflecting a whistling bullet with the tip of her knife. "It's too dangerous for you to go alone. I'll go with you."

"I'm going too!" Tanjiro cleaved the corpse in front of him with a single slash and strode over. He had just broken through to the Transparent World, and although his stamina was greatly depleted.

"Tch, whatever." Shinazugawa Sanemi impatiently flicked the blood off his sword.

Just as the three were about to charge forward, the surrounding undead suddenly rioted, and countless figures surged out from every corner, rushing towards them like a tide.

The three stood back to back in a circle, facing a dense mass of undead people.

"Bang bang bang!"

A barrage of gunfire erupted, bullets raining down. Swordsmen raised their blades to parry, the clanging of metal against metal filling the air.

"We can't delay any longer!" Himejima Gyoumei clasped his hands together. "Amitabha. Fourth Form - Rhyolite - Swift Conquest!"

He swung the chain in his hand, and the meteor hammer drew an arc in the air. The huge metal sphere, carrying terrifying force, crashed down on the horde of corpses.

"boom!"

The ground instantly cracked, with cracks spreading outwards from the point of impact. The shockwave blasted away large numbers of living and dead, limbs and fragments flying everywhere. Through the smoke and dust, a passage appeared before them.

The other Pillar-level swordsmen immediately sprang into action. Giyu Tomioka and Muichiro Tokito charged to either side, their blades flashing, clearing obstacles for the assault team.

"Now!" Sanemi Shinazugawa roared, "Wind Breathing - First Form - Dust Whirlwind - Slash!"

He transformed into a whirlwind, his blade flashing as he cleaved the undead in front of him into pieces. Blood mist billowed in the air.

Obanai Iguro followed closely behind, his body twisting like a snake: "Snake Breathing, Fifth Form: Winding Serpent!"

Tanjiro took a deep breath, and the flame pattern on his forehead reappeared: "Sun Breathing, Seventh Form: Yanghua Thrust!"

"Bang!"

The three of them shattered the ground almost simultaneously, and with the cover of the other pillars, they rushed into the depths of the palace like cannonballs.

Tanjiro suddenly stopped, his nose twitching rapidly as a peculiar scent entered his nostrils—the scent of Dior.

"Here!" Tanjiro pointed to an entrance. "There's a very strong aura underground."

Sanemi Shinazugawa kicked open the door: "Enough talk, let's go in!"

The three rushed into the underground palace, where a long corridor stretched downwards. A dozen or so undead guarded both sides of the passage, and immediately opened fire upon seeing someone intrude.

"Fifth Form: Winding Serpent!" Obanai Iguro moved like a nimble serpent, weaving through the hail of bullets.

A flash of light, and the undead man in front instantly fell to the ground.

"The passage is below!" Tanjiro reminded him while fighting.

"Then blast it open!" Shinazugawa Sanemi stomped his foot and leaped into the air. He gripped his sword with both hands, the blades wreathed in a sharp aura of wind.

"Type Two: Claw Claw - Kanako Style!"

The blade flashed down like a storm, shattering the thick stone slab the moment it struck the ground. A dark passage appeared before the three of them.

Sanemi Shinazugawa's lips curled into a sinister smile: "Dio, you just wait!"

The fighting on the ground was now even more intense.

"clang!"

Giyu Tomioka swung his sword to deflect the incoming bullets, his movements noticeably slower than before. The effects of the poison gas were becoming increasingly apparent, each breath bringing a sharp burning sensation.

Watch out behind you!

Tokito Muichiro cleaved the corpse that was rushing toward Tomioka Giyuu’s back with a single slash, but as soon as he withdrew his blade, he was forced to bend over and cough violently.

Kanroji Mitsuri and Kocho Shinobu fought back to back, their swords flashing and forming a net around them.

But the horde of corpses before them seemed endless; as soon as one group fell, another immediately took its place.

The Howling Island's meteor hammer swept across, sending a large group of undead flying. But his movements slowed, and his breathing became increasingly heavy: "Amitabha... just how many monsters are there?"

"call!"

Just then, a chilling aura swept in. The temperature plummeted, and a thin layer of ice instantly froze on the ground, with ice crystals spreading along the patterns on the stone slabs.

The surrounding undead people moved more slowly, and a thin layer of frost began to form on the ground and walls.

"This is..." Yoshiyuki Tomioka's eyes narrowed.

"boom!"

The ground suddenly shook, and five enormous wooden dragons burst forth from the earth.

Each one is three stories high, with thick bark covering its scales, and dazzling light emanating from its open mouth.

They opened their gaping maws and spewed out breath mixed with flames and lightning.

The undead were torn to shreds like straw under this attack. But more undead continued to pour in.

Before anyone could react, a terrifying sense of oppression suddenly descended.

"Breath of the Moon, Eighth Form, Moon Dragon Wheel Tail!"

The deep voice echoed in the air.

A massive, crescent-shaped sword aura suddenly swept across the area, hundreds of meters wide. Wherever the sword aura passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

In an instant, the sea of ​​corpses in front of them was cleared away. Limbs and severed bodies flew through the air, and blood mist filled the air.

The pillars shuddered at the oppressive force emanating from them.

A figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust. He was nearly two meters tall, with waist-length hair, and six eyes that gleamed with an eerie light. Every step he took seemed to carry an unparalleled pressure.

Kokushibo.

Behind him, Akaza stood shirtless, the tattoos on his arms clearly visible. Doma held an iron fan, a gentle smile on his face.

Behind them is Upper Moon Four, Hantengu, who has transformed into the form of Zōhakuten.

"Upper Moon." Gyomei Himejima's expression darkened. "Why are you here?"

Kokushibo slowly stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the swordsmen present. He drew his Hollow Crying Blade from his waist, and the eye on the blade slowly opened: "The Demon Slayer Corps, huh? Perfect, I'll take care of them all at once."

He turned to the three Upper Moons behind him. "You three stay here and deal with them. I'm going to find Dio."

"Understood~" Douma gently shook his iron fan, his tone still light and cheerful, "I will 'treat' them well."

Ignoring everyone else, Kokushibo's gaze was already fixed on the direction of the dungeon entrance, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Breath of the Moon, Second Form, Pearl Playing with the Moon."

"Watch out!" Giyu Tomioka stomped his foot. "He's about to attack!"

Before he could finish speaking, Kokushibo had already vanished from his spot. A crescent-shaped sword light swept across, instantly slicing dozens of undead in two, their limbs flying through the air.

"Hurry up!"

Tokito Muichiro's eyes widened; he hadn't been able to catch the trajectory of that slash at all.

Giyu Tomioka instinctively raised his sword, but Kokushibo completely ignored them and headed straight for the entrance to the underground palace.

Kokushibo's figure moved through the horde of corpses, each step causing large numbers of undead to fall. His movements were elegant and composed, as if he were performing a magnificent sword dance.

In the blink of an eye, Kokushibo's figure had disappeared down the steps leading to the underground palace.

"Alright, this makes it even more interesting." Douma waved his iron fan, his gaze sweeping over the remaining five Pillars in front of him. "In that case, why don't we play a game—"

"Let's see who survives to the end!"

He raised his right hand and lightly touched the ground with his fingertips. The surrounding temperature instantly dropped, and the white breath exhaled by the swordsmen condensed into frost in the air.

"Bang! Bang!"

Half-Heaven Dog suddenly slammed the giant drum behind him, the heavy drumbeat reverberating in the air.

"roar!"

The wooden dragon opened its gaping maw and spewed out flames mixed with lightning. The scorching dragon breath swept across the ground and rushed towards the pillars in front of it.

"Amitabha."

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Although Himejima Gyomei was blind, he could clearly sense the location of each wooden dragon. He stomped his foot and leaped high into the air.

"Breath of Rock, Second Form: Sky Shatter!"

With a whooshing sound, the meteor hammer in his right hand smashed down on the nearest wooden dragon head.

"boom!"

The wooden dragon's head exploded instantly, sending fragments flying everywhere. At the same time, the broadsword in his left hand swept across, a flash of cold light, cleaving another wooden dragon in two at the waist.

When Ximing Yu Xingming landed, the ground trembled. He shook his chains, and his meteor hammer drew an arc in the air, smashing the third wooden dragon into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, the five majestic wooden dragons were reduced to pieces of wood scattered all over the ground.

"This...this is impossible!" Hantengu's eyes widened instantly, his voice filled with disbelief. "My wooden dragon was so easily..."

"interesting."

A glint of excitement suddenly flashed in Akaza's eyes, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines.

"Half-Ten Dog, step back!"

He walked slowly forward, his bare upper body bulging with muscles, and the tattoos on his arms looked particularly ferocious in the moonlight.

"It seems the rumors about Himejima Gyomei are true; you are indeed the strongest member of the Demon Slayer Corps."

Akaza cracked his wrists, making a snapping sound. "Then let me see just how strong you really are!"

"Spell Deployment - Destruction Kill - Compass!"

Akaza spread his legs and assumed a horse stance. In an instant, a suffocating aura erupted from his body.

Instantly, dense patterns appeared on the ground, spreading outwards from him.

"Destruction Kill - Annihilation Style!"

Akaza's figure vanished from the spot, the air being torn apart with a sharp whistling sound.

He charged towards Himejima Gyoumei like a cannonball, his right fist unleashing a terrifying force.

With a stomp of his foot, the ground instantly cracked. Holding a weapon in each hand, he advanced instead of retreating.

"Type One: Serpentine - Bipolar!"

The broom and broadsword were swung out almost simultaneously. The broom slammed down from above, the chains drawing perfect arcs in the air; the broadsword slashed down from below, its cold light flashing. The two weapons formed a pincer attack, completely blocking Akaza's offensive route.

"clang!"

Akaza's fist collided head-on with the meteor hammer. The immense impact instantly distorted the air, and shockwaves spread in all directions. The stone slabs on the ground shattered inch by inch, cracks spreading like a spider web.

"What?!"

Akaza stumbled, forced back a step by the force. His fist tingled, and his hand throbbed with pain.

"This kind of superhuman strength," Akaza shook his numb right hand, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.

If he hadn't received Muzan's new blood before, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand even one hit.

His gaze toward Himejima Gyomei became even more intense.

This completely blind monk possessed such terrifying power. Even as an Upper Moon Three, he had to fight him with all his might.

"Hey," Akaza cracked his knuckles, his voice brimming with barely concealed excitement, "How about considering becoming a demon?"

"Your current power is already so astonishing; if you were to become a demon," he approached step by step, "you would surely break through the limits of humanity and reach an even higher realm!"

"Amitabha." Himejima Gyoumei gripped his weapon tightly, his voice calm. "In this life, I only wish to slay all the evil spirits in the world."

"Is that so?" A hint of regret flashed in Akaza's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fighting spirit. "Then let me see just how far you can unleash this power!"

He assumed a fighting stance once more, his muscles bulging, and an even more terrifying aura erupted from within him: "Destructive Slaughter - Chaotic Style!"

At this moment, swarms of undead creatures surged forth again, launching attacks on both sides simultaneously.

"Perfect timing!" Half-Heavenly Dog suddenly let out a strange laugh. He pounded the war drum with both hands, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The dull drumbeats echoed in the air.

The ground shook again, and three enormous wooden dragons burst from the earth, opening their blood-red maws and lunging at the undead crowd.

Instead of dodging, the undead people leaped up and swarmed towards the wooden dragon like locusts.

Their fingernails turned black and sharp, tearing frantically at the wooden dragon's scales.

Amidst the flying sawdust, pieces of bark were torn off the dragon's body. More undead climbed up, stepping on their companions' shoulders, and soon engulfed the wooden dragon.

"Tear them apart!" Half-Heaven Dog pounded the drum again.

The wooden dragon violently twisted its body, throwing some of the undead flying. But more undead immediately filled the gap, frantically gnawing at the dragon's body, making a teeth-grinding chewing sound.

On the other side, Doma's gaze swept over Shinobu Kocho and Mitsuri Kanroji, a gentle smile spreading across his face. "What beautiful girls." He lightly waved his iron fan. "Looks like I'll be enjoying another good meal today."

"Doma!" Shinobu Kocho's voice was icy, her Nichirin Blade pointing at Doma. "Do you remember Kanao Kocho? She's my older sister!"

"Butterfly... Kanao?" Doma tilted his head and pondered for a moment, his gaze drifting to the corpse on the ground that had just been killed.

"Oh, it's that gentle girl. I'm sorry, if I hadn't seen her body, I really wouldn't have remembered. After all, there are just too many people she's eaten."

He still wore a gentle smile: "Everyone dies eventually. If I eat you, wouldn't we both gain eternal life? Isn't that a good thing?"

Shinobu's arm trembled, her killing intent growing stronger with each breath. She stared intently at Doma's perpetually smiling face, her knuckles clenching until they turned white.

"calm."

Just then, Muichiro Tokito stepped forward and stood in front of Shinobu Kocho. His young face was expressionless, but the Nichirin Blade in his hand was already drawn.

"Oh?!" Douma looked surprised. "It's a boy? What a pity, I thought I'd met three beautiful girls."

(End of this chapter)