Doraemon for an imperfect world

Wuzan's ferocious face slapped the old man's head, smashing it like a watermelon, and scared the people around him so much that they trembled again.

Looking at these people who were terrified because of him, Wuzan inexplicably felt better. He grabbed one of them by the neck and demanded, "I don't need subordinates who come up with meaningless excuses. If you can't do it, I will kill you. No rebuttals or questions are allowed. It's that simple!"

"Yes, yes!"

The man being strangled nodded in fear, his pants getting wet almost instantly. "The big shot said earlier that in order for the Yamato people to occupy more fertile land, we must prepare in advance, so we prepared many different types of biological and chemical weapons..."

"Then take me there quickly!"

Muzan threw the man to the ground and spoke in a tone that was hard to tell whether it was fear or anxiety.

Ghost hunters rely on breathing techniques, so if the air is filled with poisonous gas, even a monster like Tsugikoku Yoshiichi should be affected, right?

...Yes, right?

Damn!

Muzan thought with a grim face that the monster could come back to life after being dead for five hundred years, so it seemed uncertain whether the poison gas would be effective.

But this is all he can do now. No matter what, he must live on, forever and ever, until he becomes a truly perfect creature, a god-like perfect being above everything else!

"Yes! Yes, sir, please follow me."

The man who was thrown to the ground couldn't wait to run forward.

Muzan followed him into an underground warehouse. Looking at the many sealed tubes in front of him, he stretched out his hand with a gloomy expression. As his flesh and blood squirmed, his entire arm began to change shape.

"Sir, these are all the biological and chemical weapons, including mustard gas."

The man, who was literally scared out of his wits, said in a flattering tone, "I, I did everything you said, so let me go, let me go."

Let you go?

Ridiculous, you are obviously no longer of any use?

Without even glancing at him, Muzan reached out towards the numerous jars in front of him:

"Blood Vampire Magic Black Blood Thorn!"

His blood suddenly burst out from his body, solidified into black thorns and attacked the jars. Yellow-green mist immediately rose up in the violent explosion.

Seeing this, the man who had led the way earlier suddenly let out a desperate and twisted scream, then covered his nose and turned around to escape.

But before he ran far, his legs suddenly went weak and he fell to the ground, then he started coughing violently, and his lungs began to bleed violently, so that blood splattered with every cough.

"The effect is pretty good."

Muzan calmly walked over to him and looked down at this ordinary person who had been affected by the biological weapon, then muttered to himself with satisfaction, "Based on the principle of mustard gas poisoning, even Tsugikuni Yoriichi would not be immune. It must be effective. After all, he died of old age, so his body composition must be not much different from that of an ordinary person..."

"Master Wuhan!"

At this moment, the half-dead man suddenly grabbed Muzan's feet and said, "Please! Please give me blood. If I become a ghost, I will definitely work hard to repay you."

Having studied these things for half his life, he knew that he could not survive after inhaling such a large amount of mixed biological and chemical poisons, but if he became a ghost, like the adult in front of him, he could continue to live, live forever.

He saw with his own eyes that this lord turned the leading soldiers into ghosts, so he must be able to do it too.

Muzan frowned slightly, looking down at the man beneath him. "Why should I give you my blood?"

"Because I led you to find these poisonous gases!"

The man said without hesitation, "You can't just give up on me like this. I'm so loyal to you!"

"Are you ordering me?"

A cold light flashed in Wuzan's eyes, and he casually lifted the foot that was held by the man. "You seem to have misunderstood something. My orders are absolute. Everyone must obey my will. Leading the way is what you should do. Don't be so self-righteous."

"Wait, no, don't, asshole!"

boom!

Another head was crushed underfoot.

At this moment, gunshots began to be heard in the city.

Have those soldiers started to encounter Yoriichi Tsugikuni?

He subconsciously ignored those unnecessary pillars.

Muzan clenched his fists tightly, not because of courage, but on the contrary, he wanted to stop his arms from shaking.

"This poison gas will definitely work, it will definitely work, it will definitely work..."

Muzan Kibutsuji spoke as if he was deceiving himself, and then suddenly he violently stepped hard on the corpse under his feet a few times.

No, no, no, no!

He gritted his teeth and thought that these were not enough, he had to convert more ghosts, although this might not be useful... No, it would not be useless, these would definitely be useful!

He would never do this before. Even the Twelve Demon Moons were a handy tool they found after the breathing method became popular because they felt that the ghost hunters were too troublesome. And since the precedent of Tamayo, he has had strict regulations on the actions of ghosts. Except for special existences like the Lower Moon Rui, who made him think of his past as a human, other ghosts are not allowed to leave the territory he planned, share their blood with others, create other ghosts without permission, or gather together without permission. The same applies to deliberately making the transformed ghosts lose their memory.

But there is no time to think so much now.

Muzan thought about it and couldn't help but look towards the direction of the city.

From his perspective, he could clearly see the direction from which the gunshots came getting closer and closer, and seemingly unseen figures were moving around between the floors.

"What are you waiting for?"

Muzan angrily asked his newly transformed subordinate in his mind, "Where are the shells?"

"But then the citizens will..."

"That kind of thing doesn't matter."

Muzan Kibutsuji said coldly, "You are not allowed to consider anything other than my orders. My orders are the only ones you must obey no matter what. My mission is the only one you must complete!"

"This...Okay, fire!"

267

Chapter 267: Catching a turtle in a jar.

"With such a blazing evil life force, there's no mistake. Muzan Kibutsuji is right in front!"

Tsugikoku Yoshiichi jumped quickly between the tall buildings, dodging the bullets flying towards him from the ground just in time, and then headed towards the evil vitality that was extremely obvious in his eyes without stopping. At this moment, fate turned into a tangible breath and pointed him in the direction.

There is no doubt that the only purpose of his birth into the world was to strike down Muzan with the sword that would judge his sins. Even though he could not do it himself, five hundred years later, the swordsmen trained with his breathing method still took over his mission, burning themselves in the darkness where evil spirits roamed, lighting up countless lifelines.

This is something that Muzan, who desperately pursues his own immortality and perfection and ignores the meaning of life itself, will never understand.

"Ah, that."

Kanroji Mitsuri ran across the rooftops with everyone else, casually waving her Nichirin sword to deflect incoming bullets. She couldn't help but ask, "It seems the army is going to siege the headquarters. Is it really okay if we don't inform the lord?"

"It's too late!" Iguro Obane replied, "If we let Muzan Kibutsuji escape again, the consequences will only be more serious. Even the lord will definitely make such a decision!"

"But how did Muzan Kibutsuji know the location of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters?"

Kanroji Mitsuri hesitated and asked again, "Could it be that a traitor has appeared?"

"Probably not."

Uzui Tengen said, his hearing far superior to the other pillars. Out of ninja instinct, he constantly gathered information while moving. "From what they said, it seems the order they received is to head to a snowy mountain, not the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. The telegram was sent out not long ago."

“Snow mountain!”

Doraemon, who was frantically holding the dodge cloak, was startled when he heard this. "Could it be the direction of Tanjiro's house?"

"It sounds like it."

Uzui Tengen asked, "If you are really worried, why don't you just go back first."

"But you..."

"It seems like I've been underestimated."

Rengoku Kyojuro smiled and said, "Don't worry, we are not as bad as you think!"

As they were talking, a hazy, sickening yellow-green color began to spread in the city. A large amount of poisonous gas, mainly mustard gas, spread in the city like the malice of Muzan himself. No matter whether it was the civilians who knew nothing about what happened tonight or the soldiers who took up arms at the order of Muzan himself, they all fell to the ground in pain after being enveloped by the poison for more than ten seconds.

Seeing this, everyone stopped immediately.

"That is?"

"poison gas."

Butterfly Blade frowned slightly, leaned down slightly to observe, "It shouldn't be the poison gas produced by blood demon magic."

If it was a product of vampire magic, then a medicine made mainly with the juice of wisteria flowers would most likely be effective, but it was obviously not.

Thinking of this, she looked down again. Thanks to this, the soldiers who had come to stop them under the orders of their superiors also began to disperse.

"what is that?"

"Quick, run!"

"Oh no, it's poison gas, cover your nose quickly!"

After thinking carefully for a moment, Shinobu Kocho finally shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, I can't immediately prepare a useful antidote in such a short time."

"Then..."

Doraemon immediately landed beside the group upon hearing this. Looking at the approaching yellow-green poison gas, he frantically searched his pockets. "Wind God Fan... No, even if we blow the poison gas to other places, it will affect other people. What should we do? What should we do? Come up with a solution quickly!"

"How long can we last there?"

Tsugikoku Yoriichi suddenly asked.

"Based on other people's reactions, Zhu can probably hold out for about fifteen minutes. If you use breathing techniques to slow your heart rate, that time can probably be doubled."

Shinobu Kocho replied.

"enough."

Tsugikoku Yoshiichi nodded slightly and said, "Let's go in and kill Muzan Kibutsuji as soon as possible. Then I'll leave the detoxification to you, Doraemon."

"But……"

Doraemon was instinctively a little worried, but as soon as he raised his head, he saw the determination to face death in the eyes of many pillars.

Each of them has more or less direct or indirect hatred for Muzan Kibutsuji. Whether for public or private reasons, no one will give up any opportunity to kill this thousand-year-old evil and eradicate the ghost plague in the world.

This is not a self-destructive act without regard for one's own life or death, but a decision made with the courage to sacrifice and trust in one's companions.

"Okay, then you must come back as soon as possible."

Doraemon said, "Leave the rest to me!"

"Well, please."

Jiguo Yuanyi nodded slightly, then looked at everyone and rushed into the yellow-green gas at the first step.

The nine pillars followed him without hesitation and stepped into the hell on earth, which could be called a forbidden zone for living beings, and then went straight to the evil spirits in the center of hell.

"Please, come back safely."

Doraemon said, frantically rummaging in his pockets. "Ahhh, I'll definitely tidy up my pockets when I get back... Got it, a curing light!"

A tool that can turn fluids, gases, and even plasmas into solids, although its effectiveness is quite short-lived.

"Add this to the upgrade spray!"

With this spray, you can temporarily upgrade anything and increase its performance to incredible levels - although it's only effective for one hour.

Doraemon quickly sprayed the upgraded spray on the curing lamp, then put on his bamboo copter and flew into the air, then turned on the switch towards the huge and conspicuous poison gas on the ground - if he turned on the light on the ground, he could only stop the poison gas from spreading in one direction.

"This way, the poisonous gas on the surface that is illuminated by the light will become solid and prevent it from spreading further."

Doraemon said worriedly, "You must come back alive, everyone."

"The flow of air seemed to stop."

Uzui Tengen, who was running at full speed, said, "It seems that Doraemon has come up with a solution."

"Please keep your words to a minimum."

Kocho Shinobu reminded.

Uzui Tengen nodded but did not answer.

At this moment, Tsugumi Yoshiichi suddenly frowned.

He suddenly felt that Muzan seemed to want to escape. He was moving away from him quickly, moving forward in the opposite direction, and then suddenly stopped with a "bang".

Well, because the outer layer of poisonous gas had turned solid, Muzan crashed into the wall.