Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

She even deliberately concealed her identity as a ghost, and often listened to Kotoha singing lullabies to her son.

But one day, Kotohata witnessed her eating people.

At that moment, Doma's first thought was not to kill him to silence him, but to explain to him.

Unfortunately, the terrified Kotoha fled to the edge of a cliff and threw Inosuke into the river in the hope that her child could survive.

It was then eaten by Douma.

What kind of feelings did Doma have for that person?

Maybe not.

Perhaps Doma simply felt more comfortable around that person.

'Is this...fate?'

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Douma's expression remained completely devoid of emotion.

Even now, its heart remains undisturbed by any emotional fluctuations or obsessions.

Perhaps only a faint fear of death lingers in one's heart?

But the fear was far too faint.

With this peaceful state of mind, Douma met his end.

"Ok?"

"what happened?"

As if suddenly sensing something, Inosuke looked at Doma's head on the ground with some confusion.

But all that could be seen was an eyeball slowly turning to ashes.

He couldn't quite understand the emotions in those eyes.

"It felt like I was looked at by something disgusting."

Rubbing his arms, Inosuke shivered.

It felt like a wet, slippery eel crawling across the back of your neck.

"It's probably because of this guy."

Joseph retracted the thin thread, raised his chin, and spoke to Doma's gradually dissipating corpse.

"Ok?"

Joseph paused as he retrieved the thin thread.

With a flick of the thin thread in my hand, the reflection of sunlight is clearly visible.

"The sunlight is shining in."

Looking up, one could see several large cracks in the previously enclosed space.

The midday sun shone in little by little through the cracks.

"Damn bugs."

With a ferocious slap, he sent Shinazugawa Sanemi flying as if swatting an insect.

Muzan Kibutsuji's expression grew increasingly grim.

It could clearly sense that all the Upper Moon demons under its command had been killed.

Not only the Upper Moon demons, but the demons outside are also being wiped out at an alarming rate.

Were these guys prepared in advance?

Come to think of it, if they hadn't been prepared, how would these guys have dared to attack them?

As he witnessed the deaths of those demons, Muzan Kibutsuji's expression grew increasingly grim.

The frequency of attacks also gradually increased.

"This guy is getting impatient."

As he gently landed on the ground, Sanemi Shinazugawa revealed a terrifying smile.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Muzan Kibutsuji.

Holding a knife in his right hand and a gun in his left, he fired continuously at Muzan Kibutsuji.

"Damn it!"

The giant claw that was originally reaching for Ximingyu Xingming had to be withdrawn and used to block in front of itself.

Muzan Kibutsuji was somewhat familiar with these firearms.

Although it was amazed at how fast human technology had developed, it never imagined that these things could actually threaten it.

It's more than just a threat now.

It sensed a strong aura of death emanating from these bullets.

It was as if these bullets were made specifically to deal with it.

Is it mixed with gorilla sapphire metal?

What disgusting bugs!

With veins bulging at the corners of his eyes, Muzan Kibutsuji swung his arm violently.

An invisible shockwave was released from its center, and Shinazugawa Sanemi and Himejima Gyomei were instantly sent flying.

Wait!

There is still one!

"Flame Breathing - Ultimate Technique - Ninth Form!"

A scorching heat emanated from behind.

With a resolute expression on his face, Rengoku Kyojuro raised his Nichirin Blade high and brought it down with a fierce slash!

"Purgatory!"

The flames spread wildly, scorching everything in their path like a raging inferno.

"Damn it!"

Horrible wounds appeared on Muzan Kibutsuji's body.

The foul-smelling blood gushed out like a fountain.

His vision was filled with a vast expanse of crimson as Muzan Kibutsuji stared intently at Kyojuro Rengoku before him.

The pillar of fire before them was significantly stronger than the other humans.

He feels like one of the swordsmen who first learned breathing techniques from Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

Add to that those strange firearms, and Muzan Kibutsuji was barely managing to defend himself.

New injuries kept appearing on his body.

The balance of power in this battle has tilted very clearly.

Gasping for breath, Muzan Kibutsuji's gaze swept back and forth, trying to find a way out.

The best course of action now is to find an opportunity to escape the Infinite City.

Although it was noon outside, Muzan Kibutsuji had a way of escaping the sunlight.

'found it! ’

At one point, Muzan Kibutsuji's gaze fixed on a human.

Although he was wearing a black combat uniform, he did not have a Nichirin Blade and only had a pistol in his hand.

His aura was weaker than that of some ordinary swordsmen.

Without a second thought, Muzan Kibutsuji charged in that direction.

As long as I can get there!

As long as I can get there!

Chapter 728, Section 749: The Dirty Soul Burned Away

On the ground, Kokushibo's head gradually turned to ashes.

The moving lips seemed to want to say something.

But Luo Zhen ignored it completely, casually kicking away its headless corpse before looking in a certain direction.

From that direction, Muzan Kibutsuji, his face contorted in a ferocious grin, was charging towards them.

He was still muttering to himself.

From this angle, Luo Zhen could clearly see the glimmer of hope in Muzan Kibutsuji's eyes.

That hopeful gaze swept past Luo Zhen and looked at the crack behind him.

Although the sunlight there was blinding, it was still a path of escape full of light and hope for Muzan Kibutsuji.

As long as I can get to that place, I'll have a way to escape the pursuit of these ghost hunters.

Whether it's hiding in the deep mountains and forests or infiltrating towns to create a large number of ghosts and cause chaos, it's possible!

And the guy blocking his way and his escape route was not a stumbling block in Muzan Kibutsuji's eyes.

Even usable props.

These demon hunters are a group of people who value their companions, that is, friendship and bonds.

Muzan Kibutsuji scoffed at this.

For it, the so-called bond is manifested in the fact that it turns a person into a ghost and then watches over the two of them.

Or perhaps it's a battle between a once close-knit human and a ghost.

Those humans would always fight while crying, and they would also act as if they were reluctant and sad.

Even though they acted as if they were reluctant to kill, they would still choose to kill their opponent in order to survive.

This bond is really interesting.

At this moment, Muzan Kibutsuji had already planned his escape route in his mind.

He charged in front of the demon hunter, severely wounded him, and then threw him towards the group behind him.

Those guys' actions, no matter what, will cause at least a moment of hesitation.

The palm is claw-shaped, and the sharp nails keep growing and rapidly transforming into jet-black sharpness.

Kibutsuji Muzan's lips curled up in an uncontrollable, maniacal grin.

It seemed as if he could already see himself escaping and ascending to heaven.

Muzan Kibutsuji shifted his gaze upwards, as if wanting to see the look of fear on the young demon slayer's face.

After all, this guy's aura was pitifully weak.

Thinking this, Muzan Kibutsuji's smile became even more sinister.

It couldn't help but see that panicked expression.

But, nothing.

The young demon hunter's face was expressionless, and he looked at me as if I were a dead man.

That look made it very uncomfortable.

'etc! '

Kibutsuji Muzan suddenly realized something.

Kokushibo, it seems he was killed by this guy?

The moment this thought surfaced in his mind, Muzan Kibutsuji felt an uncontrollable panic.

The battle just now was too chaotic, and Muzan Kibutsuji didn't have the energy to pay attention to the battles of the other demons.

I only noticed Kokushibo's death, and didn't pay much attention to anything else.