Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

They stared in disbelief at the little deer that was constantly being struck by lightning as it ran, effectively preventing the cursed spirits from advancing their lines.

"Holy crap, what's this?"

"I don't think so. Do we still have any sorcerers capable of altering celestial phenomena?"

"Even Lord Mashiro couldn't change the celestial phenomena, could he?"

"Oh, I checked the weather forecast, it's going to be thunderstorms today."

"Wow, that's awesome! Not bad."

"not bad."

"not bad."

"+1."

Chapter 221 A Wilderness of Treasure

On the other side, in front of the Palace of Death.

When Mashiro arrived, Maki and Mai were already with the others.

The two stood back to back, not retreating an inch, as they combined several top-tier cursed spirits with the gluttonous beast.

Maki swept her spear across, easily knocking away a cursed spirit that pounced on her. Mai's construction magic glowed in her palm as she fired a machine gun.

"Times have changed, take my bullet!"

Zhenyi said with a cold laugh.

Ordinary machine guns are naturally ineffective against cursed spirits, but hers was created using a construction technique, and its bullets are naturally imbued with cursed power.

Although it consumes a lot of magical power, it's nothing for Mai, who has now awakened.

"Mashiro, you've come!"

Maki slashed down a cursed spirit and shouted back.

"You continue to hold off the cursed spirits, and then..."

Mashiro nodded and said to them.

She swayed and landed on the target, her figure flashing.

"Sorry, only one way is allowed."

Liao Wang O Lu Nuo Jian,  Cheng Xia Qian Wu You You Nan σ Pao Can Я Shu �

He looked at the white-haired girl in front of him, his eyes filled with barely suppressed murderous intent: "Mashiro, are you going to stop me?"

"What do you mean? Do you expect me to let you pass?"

Mashiro scoffed, "Have you lost your brain after living for a thousand years?"

"You brat, you must not be allowed to live!"

"What are you babbling about? Prepare to die!"

Mashiro stomped her foot and instantly closed in, unleashing a barrage of raindrops.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, and a silver light fell straight down.

But just as the blade was about to strike, the iron blade twisted and turned, revealing the hidden danger.

An invisible force emanated from the demon, causing it to...

The blade grazed the edge of the sword, and the blade cut through the skin.

Mashiro was completely crushed by the immense pressure, making it difficult for her to move.

The anti-gravity system, with a radius of two or three meters, is fleeting.

了鹘枵料理盏党樯砗蟪罚匦吕嗬搿�

Mashiro narrowed her eyes, her body regaining its freedom: "Gravity, a technique obtained from Kaori Itadori?"

"You even know this?"

The skull provoked the search, and the mound was covered with mud.

"Don't underestimate my intelligence network. I even know about Hisahito, the child you gave birth to after being brutally attacked by Itadori Hitoshi."

Mashiro let out a cold laugh, looking at Ryou.

"So what? As long as we achieve our goal, that's all that matters."

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

Masashiro squinted; it was the woman with herpes.

It let out a sharp cry, opened its huge mouth, revealing a row of crooked teeth.

The scope expands, the target of the technique is identified, and it focuses on Mashiro alone.

Mashiro's vision went black as a coffin appeared out of thin air and closed in on all four sides.

The coffin walls rose from beneath their feet, and the coffin lid pressed down from above their heads, fitting together perfectly.

She was locked in a sealed box, with a tombstone pressing down on her head, and all she could hear was her own breathing.

"Huh?"

Masashiro wasn't worried at all. To put it bluntly, the Herpes Granny was just a cursed spirit, and with the help of the demons, she could easily become a cursed being.

She raised her hand and tapped her fingers on the coffin lid.

"Knock knock".

"I never thought I'd be buried in a coffin while I'm still alive. It's quite a novel experience."

Mashiro's voice echoed somewhat in the sealed coffin, sounding muffled, "Hmm, but just experiencing it is enough. You can really go into the coffin after I die."

Mashiro closed her eyes and began to count down.

three.

Mashiro drew Murasame, the blade gleaming faintly in the darkness.

two.

With the knife tip pressed against the coffin lid, she could feel the coffin walls tightening, the tombstone sinking, and the seal closing inch by inch.

One.

The blade flashed and exploded.

"boom!"

The coffin split in two from the inside out, and the tombstones flew off.

Splinters of wood and stone exploded in all directions, clanging as they hit the stone steps.

Mashiro walked out on the gravel, her clothes barely covered in dust, her white hair fluttering gently in the night breeze.

The next instant, Mashiro's knife appeared in front of Herpes Granny, beheading her with a single stroke.

"That's it."

Mashiro flicked his knife, his tone disdainful: "If you want to bury me, you should at least make a decent coffin, right?"

Before she could finish speaking, the ground beneath her feet suddenly became ethereal.

Her body wouldn't obey her commands, and she fell forward.

This is a giant catfish, it's been infected!

"boom."

Mashiro slammed one knee to the ground, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

At that very moment, the Dharma wheel above Shinpaku's head slowly turned a full circle.

Click.

Mashiro swung her sword backhand and shattered the cursed power.

"I've gotten used to it."

She straightened up, staring intently at the strange, shimmering light in the sky. Her gaze fell upon the man's face, and she looked at him with a mixture of surprise and dread.

Liao Jian Na Dang  Song Song Lv Chu �

He raised his hand, and the absorbed cursed spirits gathered in his palm, condensing into a small ball.

The extremely high density of the cursed power, compressed to its limit, caused the surface of the sphere to glow with a dark purple light, and the air around it to distort.

【Extreme Strike: Whirlpool】!

"boom!"

The ball was launched and headed straight for Mashiro.

Mashiro, of course, wouldn't parry with her sword. "[Release]!!"

"clang!"

The shockwave exploded, spreading outwards and knocking the remaining cursed spirits to the ground.

Mashiro emerged from the smoke and dust, her white hair stained with a little dust, and her clothes torn open by the blast wave.

"It's somewhat interesting, but still not enough."

Masashi looked at the fish, and then... (The text abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated anecdote about a woman named Zhenbai, followed by a series of seemingly random characters and symbols.)

"I just can't do anything with you."

The vast expanse of the land, [with hidden treasures everywhere], unfolded before them!

Like [The Demon Slayer Chef], it is an open space that does not require enclosure, and the gravity of the entire space begins to distort.

The stone steps beneath our feet seemed to sink, and the surrounding air felt thick and sticky.

Mashiro's feet sank, her shoes sinking into the stone slab, her knees slightly bent, and each step required several times more effort.