Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

"Are you ready?"

Looking at Kyojuro Rengoku, Luo Zhen asked.

Nodding, Kyojuro Rengoku said loudly:

"Of course, it's all ready."

"Then we'll take you in."

With a gentle wave, the dimensional barrier fell from the sky, engulfing the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen.

When they reappeared, they were in a strange space.

It looks like a city that has been pieced together from many parts.

Streets and buildings are everywhere, above, below, left, and right.

Being in this space for a moment actually made me feel a bit nauseous.

The body's own sensations and the judgments made by the brain are vastly different from what is actually seen, creating a sense of confusion.

"who?!"

Kibutsuji Muzan, who was deep in thought, suddenly turned around and looked in a certain direction behind him.

Originally, this Infinite City should have been a desolate wasteland.

It looks like a bustling, vibrant city that never sleeps, but in reality, there's nothing here except man-eating demons.

This appearance is simply because Nakime was once a geisha, and she has a deep impression of such places as brothels.

That's why its Blood Demon Art looks like this.

"Crack!"

The moment Muzan Kibutsuji turned his head, something was activated.

Almost instantly, a deluge of flames filled Muzan Kibutsuji's vision.

It was planned beforehand that Luo Zhen would send them to a suitable location.

Let them fire at will.

However, you only get one chance.

If you can't hold onto it, it's gone.

"Hahahahahahaha!!!"

Sanemi Shinazugawa and Inosuke Hashibira unconsciously let out the same laugh.

This may also be a side effect of using firearms.

During the frenzied bombardment, the corners of my mouth would unconsciously turn up and I might even laugh out loud.

Especially when bombing non-human creatures.

There's always a strange sense of excitement and exhilaration.

Hearing the laughter beside them, Hashibira Inosuke and Shinazugawa Sanemi were taken aback, then looked at each other at the same time.

What came into Sanemi Shinazugawa's view was a boar head mask with intelligent eyes.

What the hell is this?

A few questions popped into my mind.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a glint of light appeared in the eyes of Inosuke Hashibira, who was hiding under the hood.

This guy is one of us!

For some reason, the moment Hashibira Inosuke saw Shinazugawa Sanemi, he felt that the guy in front of him was very similar to himself.

We might not get along.

After all, there can only be one absolute leader in a herd.

Hashibira Inosuke naturally can't get along with people who are somewhat similar to him.

"Damn bugs!"

Amidst the smoke and dust, Muzan Kibutsuji, covered in blood, burst forth.

Its original elegant and luxurious appearance has vanished at this moment.

Originally a man-eating demon, it disguised itself as a human and mingled in human society.

It's really disgusting.

Despite being bombed, Muzan Kibutsuji's aura didn't seem to weaken; in fact, it seemed to have intensified.

However, this is just an illusion.

The moment Muzan Kibutsuji charged out, the Demon Slayer Corps members once again raised their weapons and aimed them at the demon king before them.

"Qiang~"

The melodious sound of a pipa began, and the surrounding space seemed to flicker for a moment.

But the next moment everything returned to normal.

Nakime's Blood Demon Art did not work.

"what?!"

Hit by a grenade, Muzan Kibutsuji crashed heavily to the ground.

His bloodshot, scarlet pupils contracted.

Nakime clearly activated the Blood Demon Art, but why?

and many more!

Suddenly, Muzan Kibutsuji sensed that Nakime's aura was weakening.

On the other side, the biwa that originally belonged to Nakime fell to the ground.

Warm blood flowed slowly.

Nakime, who was originally in charge of controlling the Infinite Castle, was hanging in the air like a rag doll.

A jet-black claw pierced its chest, letting warm blood flow freely.

The strange energy coiling around the claws prevented the demon's self-healing ability and even continued to damage Nakime's body.

"So, even ghost blood is warm."

Its compound eyes, gleaming with light, stared at the evil spirit before it, and a slightly hoarse voice rang out.

To deal with this man-eating creature, Ryougi's favorite weapon is the Amazon armor.

This form can instill sufficient sense of oppression and fear in these man-eating creatures.

"Pfft!"

He abruptly pulled his arm back, letting Nakime fall to the ground, and turned to look in the other direction.

A demon with three pairs of eyes on its face quietly appeared behind Luo Zhen.

"Do you want to dance too?"

Tilting his head, Luo Zhen suddenly spoke for some reason.

Chapter 723, Section 744: Who is the real evil spirit?

"To dance?"

The demon holding the long sword looked at Luo Zhen with some confusion, its six non-human pupils revealing a look of doubt.

If we disregard those six eyes...

The demon in front of him looked more like a swordsman.

His left forehead and right jaw were covered with large patches of markings, which even spread to his arms.

"That's an interesting way of putting it."

Holding the strange longsword horizontally in his hand, a hint of solemnity flashed in Kokushibo's eyes.

The creature in front of it gave it a very uneasy feeling.

It's like facing some terrifying being.

This feeling was even more pronounced than when facing Muzan Kibutsuji.

It was as if Muzan Kibutsuji was completely insignificant in front of this guy.

Kokushibo didn't know why he had this feeling.

Although Muzan Kibutsuji was not an invincible being to it, it was well aware of this in its heart.

After Yoriichi, it's unlikely that anyone will ever have such talent and aptitude again.

However, it's hard to say whether this guy in front of us is even human.

The aura emanating from the other person didn't seem human at all.

The moment Kokushibo's strange longsword, "Hollow Cry God," was aimed at Ryouma, a strong sense of malice emanated from it.

All six pupils contracted simultaneously, and Kokushibo instinctively turned the blade of the Hollow Crying God in his hand.

The movement was only halfway complete when a pair of emerald green compound eyes filled Kokushibo's entire field of vision.

"ha............."

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the monster in front of me seemed to open its mouth and slowly exhale a breath of white air.

The next moment, a sharp glint of light appeared.

"Clang!"

The terrifying power nearly caused Kokushibo to drop his longsword.

What power is this? !

Kokushibo stared in horror at Luo Zhen before him.

But Luo Zhen completely ignored Kokushibo's intentions.

The black blades on his arms suddenly extended, like two scythes of death.

Its sharp tip gleamed with a faint, cold light.

With a slight lift of his wrist, a violent storm descended the next moment.

The two arm blades were wielded like meat grinders.

Kokushibo could only barely parry, and a hideous wound would appear on his body every now and then.

Blood was splattered all over the ground almost instantly.

The clanging and banging of blacksmiths rang out almost continuously.

Blinding sparks burst forth as the two collided, then dissipated into the air.

As a demon who had lived for nearly five hundred years, Kokushibo never imagined that a human could overwhelm him in terms of strength.

No matter how you use breathing techniques, the essence of humanity is weakness.

No matter how much weeds and withered branches are reinforced, they can never compare to a cold, sharp blade.

This has always been Kokushibo's view.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have chosen to become a demon.

There is certainly an element of hope in this that allows one to gain greater power and surpass Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

But it also desires immortality, a long lifespan, and power far exceeding that of humans.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have so readily approached Muzan Kibutsuji.

While feeling surprised, he also felt a surge of murderous intent.

Although they chose to become ghosts, who would choose to become a man-eating monster if given a choice?

Even Kokushiro Tsugikuni, who craved power, went through a mental struggle before making up his mind.