Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 27 Lightning Strike
"This is truly remarkable." Yu Jian stood on a high place, gazing at the Blue King's army.

Despite its frozen metal armor exterior, it moves with ease, even its footsteps are remarkably synchronized, and its erect spears resemble a moving steel forest, exuding a chilling killing intent.

If every army in the Color Kingdom had this level of skill, the battles to come would certainly not be easy.

Yu Jian's breathing was slightly rapid, but he calmed it down after a short adjustment.

"Let's go, it's time for us to set off." He said, turning around to look behind him.

At the top of the building, thirteen heavily armored warriors, some kneeling and some standing, formed deep silhouettes of varying heights, a stark contrast to the lively and bustling appearance of the White People earlier.

According to Lily's experiments, most of the creatures in the paintings can be influenced by the paintbrush as long as they don't resist on a subjective level. The greater the change, the more difficult and energy-consuming it becomes. Therefore, she used her paintbrush to give these white warrior deer the agility of a deer and the strength of a bear.

While it's unclear to what extent real bears and deer could achieve, the White Knight's strength and agility became quite remarkable after the modifications.

The armor they wore was drawn by Akane Isshiki, imitating the appearance of the contemporary Gokuzu. She had seen ukiyo-e works before, and her design concept was mostly derived from them. Although it was not very realistic, it was at least more reasonable than imagining it out of thin air.

In conclusion, these armors offer far superior protection compared to the old-fashioned heavy armor, without excessively hindering the wearer's movement.

The armor is distinctly Eastern in style while incorporating some advantages of Western plate armor. The limbs and hem are covered with fine plates, while the torso is a single-piece breastplate. The most distinctive feature is the golden antlers mounted on both sides of the white helmet, which adds a touch of wildness and intimidation to the already tall figure of the white knight, making him stand out.

Thus, the originally weak White People disappeared, abandoning their past to become powerful White Warriors.

Using the deer's agility, these warriors, even clad in heavy armor, could keep up with the speed of the swordsman, and were currently performing urban parkour by stepping directly on the rooftops of buildings.

It must be said that although Tokoyo buildings look like wooden structures, they are actually much sturdier.

But doing parkour while wearing heavy armor...

Just reading the description gives you a sense of how absurd this story is; it's like a fighter pilot suddenly yelling on the radio: "There's a tank coming up at six o'clock! It has five pairs of road wheels!"

After all the enhancements, although the White Knights numbered only thirteen, they were a force capable of influencing the course of the battle.

After learning the whole story, Yujian couldn't help but ponder once again: what is the true nature of the mortal world?
A single painting can create a nation, and a paintbrush can forge a formidable army. What is the key to this?
Despite their admiration, the team's actions were not delayed in the slightest.

As planned, the Blue King will lead his army to fight against the Purple Kingdom's forces, while the warriors of the White Kingdom and the Sword will act as a hidden force, launching an attack from the side or rear at the opportune moment.

There is only one objective: to storm the enemy's main camp and kill their king in the shortest possible time.

This is a perfectly standard decapitation tactic.

The two groups quickly traversed the Blue Country, a frozen land where the exterior walls of most buildings were covered by varying shades of blue ice, including the central castle tower.

Strangely, no ordinary residents of the Blue Country were seen along the way. Although they might have been intimidated by the army's might, Yujian still felt something was amiss and silently made a note of it.

Soon the border of the Purple Kingdom will come into view. The color of the surrounding buildings will change from ice blue to light purple. A light mist will rise from the streets and alleys, engulfing everything and gradually reducing visibility to only a dozen meters.

"Slow down and confirm the number of people."

Yu Jian raised his hand and clenched his fist. The white warriors behind him immediately stopped advancing. After confirming with each other, the general leading the group, who was holding a spiked club, stepped forward to report.

"The thirteen riders are all present."

The voices of the White City residents, which were originally like those of small animals, have now been replaced by deep roars that sound like those of carnivorous beasts.

Despite the drastic changes, they completely obeyed the sword's commands, though they were somewhat rigid in their behavior, and it was unclear how effective they would be on the battlefield.

Yu Jian took a deep breath; to say he wasn't nervous at all would be a lie.

The battlefield of large armies is completely different from the fighting between a few individuals. Even after experiencing the Dream of Asura, he was not confident of escaping unscathed. In the previous battle to defend White City, he had the advantage of terrain, but this time, in the attack on Purple Country, it was the other side that had the advantage of terrain.

and so……

Yu Jian felt his heart beating faster and faster. Now was not the time to hesitate. With that in mind, he immediately led the White Warriors to continue forward.

The situation is very clear: without defeating the other kings, we cannot return to the mortal world, and the battle cannot be dragged out for too long; we must achieve victory as quickly as possible.

As the battle was about to begin, Yu Jian surprisingly felt less nervous and more eager to try.

Perhaps the changes brought about by the dream of Asura were far more profound than anticipated.

With this in mind, the war began. The army of the Purple Kingdom emerged from the mist, their bodies wrapped in layers of light gauze, each holding two curved swords. Their movements were as graceful as a dance, yet their forms were neither human nor non-human, with one or two extra joints or twisted to inhuman angles, making them appear quite bizarre.

Despite their unusual appearance, these veiled dancers are formidable fighters. Often, before the first strike hits the enemy, the second strike follows, sometimes even striking first.

A storm of blades swept across the battlefield. The soldiers of the Blue Kingdom fought back with their armor and spear formations. Although they were being hacked and slashed, they managed to maintain their lines and prevent a rout.

However, the presence of the fog made the battle situation unpredictable. Although the veiled dancers could not break through the army formation, they could calmly retreat into the fog after launching an attack. It was difficult for both sides to inflict effective damage on the other side, but the Purple Kingdom could decide when the battle would start and end, giving it greater initiative.

If this continues, something unexpected may happen.

Moreover, time is of the essence for our side.

Mikasa gripped the pale katana tightly, glanced at it once, and ordered the samurai to speed up.

The group quickly bypassed the edge of the battlefield and headed straight for the central castle tower of the Purple Kingdom. The journey was far from peaceful, with the fog obscuring their vision becoming their most reliable ally.

"Eeya!" A veiled dancer emerged from the mist, brandishing two swords.

Yu Jian's eyes turned cold, and in the blink of an eye, before anyone could react, his blade was drawn.

A flash of light appeared, and the thick fog suddenly split open. Then, a soft hum was heard in the air, and the strange melody chanted by the dancer came to an abrupt end. The sound of flowing blood drowned out everyone's ears.

The sword flashed, blood gushed forth, and the blade was sheathed.

"Continue." Yu Jian gave a brief command, and everyone immediately followed.

Despite saying nothing, the morale of the samurai was visibly soaring, like a flaming liquor, radiating a frenzied aura.

Yu Jian always maintained himself at the very front of the formation, using himself as the spearhead to try and eliminate the enemies who had detected his squad as quickly as possible.

At the same time, he was also getting familiar with the Natural Rinshin-ryu style.

Yujian discovered that this style was similar to the Manifestation Style and Self-Manifestation Style that he had previously mastered, both emphasizing practicality.

Perhaps all the schools of thought that were able to spread widely at that time shared this characteristic. Thinking about it carefully, it's not surprising. After all, the cost of combat is much higher than that of ordinary production and daily life. Everyone who gets involved has to risk their life and fortune, so how could they not be practical?

The Natural Rishin-ryu school not only incorporates various sword techniques, but also integrates staff techniques, spear techniques, and even fist and foot techniques. It even includes a technique of slapping someone unexpectedly while parrying with a sword.

Interestingly, this move is called Tiger Paw Wave in the school's classic texts, but the disciples are more accustomed to calling it Cat Claw. As the vice president of the Cat Claw Club, Mitsurugi couldn't help but feel the coincidence and decided to try it out immediately.

He tried to do that too.

The effect is outstanding.

Snapped!
He swung his sword to deflect the opponent's attack, then clenched his fingers into a tiger claw shape and delivered a powerful blow to the opponent's face.

With a snap, the finger pierced the enemy's eye socket, while the palm also broke the bridge of the nose. The heel of the palm continued to exert force, pushing the broken bone further in until it was deeply embedded in the brain tissue, causing the veiled dancer who had jumped out to launch a sneak attack to die on the spot.

It's so useful...

Yu Jian glanced down at his left hand, which was covered in purple paint, and then, without looking at his right hand, swung his sword to block.

With an unwavering will to cleave through all things, the pale katana struck the curved blade in the hand of the second enemy first. The swordsmanship, which had reached the level of cutting through iron, combined with the unique characteristics of the Broken Blade: Extinction of Three Thousand Void, made it as easy as cutting through a piece of paper, cleaving the opponent and his sword in two.

The already contorted body of the veiled dancer rolled to the ground and began to struggle frantically. Yu Jian walked past without noticing, but the leader of the white knights couldn't bear to watch any longer and smashed the dancer's head with a club, ending this extreme pain that was like hell on earth.

He looked up at the front of his sword.

At this moment, we are only one step away from the castle tower of the Purple Kingdom.

The massive building emerged from the mist, and the boy immediately looked astonished.

A huge mural is painted on the front of the castle tower of the Purple Kingdom. In the picture, a woman in ancient style, dressed in a disheveled manner to the point of being corrupt, is kneeling on the ground with dazed eyes, and her whole body is like a drunken lotus flower.

Above her was the top floor, and between her slightly parted, luscious red lips was the entrance to the castle tower.

Isn't the Purple Country the Country of Love? So this is what love is all about?!
He was so shocked by the sight of flying on a sword that he hesitated to even attempt it.

(End of this chapter)