I am the magnetic field maniac

"Why--why did you send so many pillars..."

"Because they are all preparing to attack the Eternal Paradise Cult." Ubuyashiki Yoshiya said softly

After Bai Wujie revealed the news about the upper strings to everyone through an undercover agent...

The biggest thorn in the eyes of the Demon Slayer Corps is of course the Eternal Paradise Cult controlled by the second Upper Moon, Douma.

Because it is a religion that is quite famous even in Tokyo, a religion that has existed for hundreds of years and is derived from Buddhism.

Although there are only 250 believers, it is possible that most of the believers who join the Eternal Paradise Sect are either rich or noble.

A demon can control such a religion. The Demon Slayer Corps dare not even think about what he wants to do.

Just in case Muzan decides to go all out, whether these powerful people are taken hostage or killed, or they are controlled to arrest the Demon Slayer Corps, it will be enough to make them disgusted for the rest of their lives.

So after working non-stop to resolve the crisis in the Swordsmith Village, the six pillars quickly joined up with the Insect Pillar who was responsible for monitoring the Eternal Paradise Cult, and together with the Sound Pillar who had just returned from Yoshiwara, they prepared to attack the Two Upper Moons directly at the same time.

Originally, I had been planning to wait for Muichiro to come back and gather nine pillars to beat up that dangerous Upper Rank... but now I didn't expect things to turn out like this.

However, from a certain perspective, this might be a good thing.

"So Ms. Tamayo, we don't have the ability to support Muichiro and the others."

Ubuyashiki Yoya coughed twice and said weakly...

"But I believe that Muichiro and the others will be safe, as long as... as long as that man is willing to help."

"That man... is he the Bai Wujie you mentioned?" Zhu Shi showed a worried look.

"But that's one of the upper ranks..."

Like Muzan, there is a monster who is truly far superior to other demons in terms of strength, plus the third of the upper ranks.

Ubuyashiki Yoya said nothing, because no matter how worried he was about Muichiro, he knew that things would not change.

They cannot send out any pillars, and they cannot change the reality. In this case, of course he has to maximize his benefits.

After all, if things don't go well, they can at least eliminate another troublesome Upper Rank.

And if things go well...

Muzan, the "spider" that lies across the country's central network, will have all his hands and feet cut off!

And in this process, they may only need to sacrifice Muichiro and Tanjiro. This idea is very cruel...but Ubuyashiki Kakuya understands that this is the necessary cruelty.

To fight against monsters, one must harden one's heart to accomplish this great feat spanning a hundred years.

28. Tianwu Giant Shark

Oh oh oh!

The train's whistle sounded non-stop like a rapid piece of music, and the white smoke emitted from it was consumed non-stop.

And all this is because the boiler is almost filled with coal.

"Lord Muzan, this is the situation now, what else can I do?"

Ling Yuzi was crawling on the ground, her face covered with coal dust, which made her originally cute face look ridiculous. There was no doubt that all the coal was thrown into the boiler by her.

"You did a good job." Wuzan's cold voice sounded in her mind.

It is difficult to explain this with simple science, but within a radius of 50 kilometers around Muzan, he is able to "communicate" with other ghosts.

This also proves one thing, that Muzan himself is probably near Kikukan Station now.

This is truly a rare thing for this guy who has always followed the path of survival...but it also shows how much psychological pressure it was on him to destroy three upper-rank gods in an instant.

"Then Master Muzan, can I leave here now?" Ling Yuzi said pitifully.

"If I continue to stay here, I will only hinder the actions of the two Upper Ranks...Ah!!"

"You want to run away again?"

Muzan's voice was filled with cold murderous intent. Even though Ling Yuzi had done his best for him, Muzan would not show any sympathy at all...

After all, these ghosts have never been his own kind to Muzan, but just a group of useful tools created.

You may praise the usefulness of a tool, but if the tool goes against your ideas, it should be destroyed.

"I dare not, I dare not!"

After Ling Yuzi screamed, Wuzan was satisfied and withdrew his punishment. Then he said indifferently.

"I don't know where that jerk Nightmare died, but since that troublemaker is still alive and hasn't come out, he must have hypnotized him. Let's go and solve it."

Hey? What to solve?

While Ling Yuzi was stunned, Muzan's consciousness withdrew from her mind... There is no doubt that after explaining the problem, Muzan probably hid back in the Infinite City.

Ling Yuzi shook her head. Although she was surprised by Muzan's order, she did not feel angry, probably because she was mentally prepared.

In Muzan's eyes, she is just a tool. If she is useful, she will be used. If she is useless, she will be thrown away just to make a noise.

but……

"Hehehe, I won't let Master Wujie down!!"

Ling Yuzi couldn't help laughing wildly, clutching his heart, laughing as if tears were about to burst out...

That idiot will never know in his lifetime that it was this rubbish Zero in his eyes who followed the orders of his new master and plotted against all the Upper Ranks to death!

And in the end, she will also plot against Si Wuzhan!

Just as he was smiling, Ling Yuzi revealed a sad look.

What was there to be proud of? After all, she had simply gone from being under the control of one devil to being under the control of another.

Time passed by little by little, and the train was about to approach the Juguan station.

At this moment, 5:36, dawn is about to break...

"What's wrong? Is that all? Where's your fighting spirit? Keep fighting me."

At the head of the train, Akaza instantly restored his chopped-off arm, and smiled at Muichiro in front of him...

"Is your strength running out? Or are you worried about something?"

Muichiro did not answer. He was half leaning on the ventilator beside the train and his condition was very bad.

He was taking a breath, no doubt recovering his strength, but although Muichiro's strength could not be considered strong among the pillars, it was not that bad.

In fact, just as Akaza said, he was too distracted.

First, there is Tanjiro's side. There is an enemy with a demonic aura that is even more terrifying than the Upper Three in front of him. Even if Muichiro doesn't want to think, he can guess who it is.

If he’s not one of the Upper Ranks, then it can only be Muzan.

It is really unknown whether Tanjiro can withstand Muichiro, or it is beyond Muichiro's expectation that there has been no second enemy in front of him until now.

Then, there is the second issue that needs attention.

The speed of the train is constantly increasing, and it seems as if it is completely out of control, heading in a direction that is not the intended track.

There is no such position as train dispatcher in this country now. If a train goes off the track, the driver can only stop it manually or pray that there is no train departing on another track.

But even if they pray that there is no second train on the track ahead, they still have to pray about the track problems at the station.

If the station in Kikugawa wasn't in working order right now...

If the track is not adjusted, the train will derail and crash into the station like an arrow!

The station in Juguan is incomparable to the rural place where this train departed.

Because it is close to the emperor's residence and the embassies...it seems that the station in Kikuguan is even built very close to the city center.

That is to say, if this train derails, in the least severe case, it will instantly turn dozens of people on board into strawberry jam pancakes.

Wuyilang took a deep breath and he knew that he had no way out now.

Failure means death, and dozens or even hundreds of lives will be lost.

There is no need to think about what will happen if you succeed, it is enough to just know the dire consequences of failure.

After adjusting his breathing, Muichiro once again took the starting stance...

As Akaza was enjoying the battle and getting ready to continue fighting, Muzan's voice came into his mind...

"Akaza, stop playing!"

Wuzan said in a cold and warning tone

"Kill this pillar as quickly as possible, and then kill Shiromukai together with Kokushibo!"

Akaza's expression changed slightly, but even if it was a pity for his opponent he would never disobey Muzan's orders.

And from what Muzan said, it seems that the battle on Kokushibo's side has also ended.

In fact, it cannot be said that the problem with Kokushibo has been resolved. When the train was about to hit, he simply stopped playing and completely knocked down the Kamado siblings.

So……

"Okay, there's no need to play with you anymore."

Akaza sighed with some regret, raised his right fist, and said softly...

"Since you don't want to become a ghost, then go and die. Die at the peak of your life."

"Destruction Kill·Kick Style·Flowing Light..."

Akaza's actions were no longer the same as before, or rather...

The already terrifying speed was accelerated to an even higher level at this moment!

Muichiro was horrified and wanted to resist, but the light reflected by him could not slow down the fighting demon in front of him at all.

"Too slow, it's useless!"

A kick like a surging stream of light burst out in front of Muichiro, breaking his Nichirin sword in an instant, shattering his ribs in the second, and making him fall on the ventilator like a hanging painting in the third!

Without any nonsense or hesitation, Akaza's punch went straight towards Muichiro's chest, whose chest was wide open and he was completely unable to block it!

But before this blow to the heart arrived—

"!!" A strong feeling of palpitations made Akaza's hair stand on end. He immediately stopped attacking and jumped backwards continuously, looking around.

However, this feeling still exists, and I have no idea where it comes from!

Until that voice rang in his ears...

"What are you messing with, clown?"

Akaza's eyes narrowed slightly. He could not sense any murderous intent or fighting spirit from the visitor. His "God of Destruction·Needle" was also unable to react to such things at all!

He wanted to fight back, but the fist that was coming at him was much faster than he was.

"go with!"

A punch, a terrifying and thunderous punch, hit Akaza's waist. There was no killing intention in it, or rather, it was just a calm punch as if to drive away something that was in the way.

The vision in front of Akaza was constantly receding, and he was like a baseball that was hit by a home run, flying quickly and continuously in the direction of the train!

So fast that even the train couldn't catch up.

Bai Wujie did not look at the falling fighting ghost, nor did he look at the pillar in front of him that was almost broken.

"It really was a good dream." Bai Wujie said softly

It was a rare dream that I hadn’t had in a long time. I experienced and pursued the "feeling" of the past in the subconscious realm... However, it was always just a simulation in the subconscious realm.

Bai Wujie was not someone so weak as to be manipulated by dreams at will. However, after waking up from such a dream, he could not help but feel about everything in the present -

Boredom, everything was so boring, dull and uninteresting that made him feel extremely bored.

The shrill sound of sirens continued to ring out in front of him. Wuyilang struggled to get up and looked at Bai Wujie, begging...

"Please stop this train if you can."

Bai Wujie looked at the station that was getting closer and closer, at the track that didn't turn in time, and at the panicked faces at the station.

"It's too much trouble. I refuse."

He replied:

With his current strength, it would be easy to stop the train before it lost control, but that would be too much trouble for him -

Because stopping the train is to save the lives of the people on the train and in the station, otherwise what he does would be like a clown.