Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 38 The Leaping Insect
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With a flick of his wrist, Yujian pushed Isshiki Akane through the doorway.

He drew his long-prepared Blade of Destruction: Extinction of Three Thousand Voids and slashed at the Blue King with a dignified and upright strike.

"you……"

Blue King wasn't foolish enough to draw his sword to block, otherwise the battle would have ended right at the start. Instead, he decisively raised his paintbrush to block the attack.

His movements at this moment were more swift than ever before, even including his battle with King Huang just now.

Two painting tools from reality collided violently, the blade and the pen rubbing together and sparking brilliant sparks, just like two metal swords wrestling and fighting each other.

The Blue King's expression turned ferocious, his eyes instantly transforming into prismatic vertical pupils like those of a wild beast, and faint blue-black translucent scales appeared on his neck.

"Why? What did I do wrong?"

Even after being attacked, he couldn't help but ask the question.

"You didn't even know who Isshiki Ran was before!"

“Yes.” Yu Jian affirmed this.

"What did I do wrong to deserve such rudeness from you?!"

The Blue King roared and questioned, and more murderous light erupted between the two.

“No.” Yu Jian coldly stared at his opponent.

"Why exactly?"

"Because of the story."

"What did you say?" King Lan was stunned, and then immediately stepped back.

Countless icicles sprouted from his shoulders, barely managing to deflect the reverse kasaya slash he unleashed with his sword, preventing him from being beheaded in one strike.

"Tell me, what happens next in the picture book story?"

Yu Jian asked coldly, and before the other party could react, he gave the answer himself.

"The black dragon-serpent devoured seven kingdoms, transforming from an ugly lindworm (a type of dragon-serpent in folklore from Northern and Central Europe) without hind limbs or wings into a truly evil dragon that rules the skies."

That night, Akane Isshiki, who was crying, told Mitsurugi the whole story of the picture book, allowing him to reconstruct the whole incident.

The blood of the king is the source of power, which is elected from the bottom up.

The so-called 'blood of the king' is actually the blood of the kingdom...

"In the end, the seven kings used the power of virtue to slay the black dragon, cut open its belly, and rescued the people it had swallowed. After the rain, the sun rose again, and the evil black dragon turned into smoke and disappeared under the rainbow bridge."

"You, who can survive even without the blood of a king, are not one of the seven color kings at all."

"All of them are just nested lies, and a fairy tale castle built on an empty eggshell, no matter how beautiful it looks, is ultimately just an illusion."

Yu Jian spoke more than ever before, probably because he once thought that Lan Wang was someone worth associating with, but later discovered that the other party had other intentions. When the cruel truth was fully exposed, the two who could not understand each other could only communicate with swords.

"Can't something be fake? Even if it's fake, I'm still thinking, I'm still living, and I still want to have a future!" Blood tears streamed from the corners of the eyes of the desolate tyrant, who was no longer called the One-Colored Blue. They were deep, almost pitch-black, murky pigments.

"What did I do wrong?!"

With his third roar, the Blue King's armor creaked as his body swelled and broke free of its restraints. Scales of translucent ice crystals sprouted from his skin, and a pair of antlers grew from the top of his head.

“You’re right.” Yu Jian shook his head, repeating his previous answer.

"The instinct to survive is the instinct of any living being."

"But I didn't do anything wrong either."

"After all, a promise is a promise!"

Words have lost their meaning; the pale katana, stained with veins of gold and red blood, begins to express its will in place of the sword.

Ding--

clang--

Clang——

Zheng——

The weapons clashed repeatedly, and the paintbrush was completely destroyed in the final impact.

The pen barrel transforms into dark, cold, hard steel, while the tip sprouts sharp claws that grip the raw, rough, prismatic crystal ore, suddenly becoming a steel scepter symbolizing violence and tyranny.

"I want to thank you." The Blue King's voice, which had been gentle, became hoarse like that of a wild beast.

"To send my favorite paintbrush into this world."

"Sixteen years ago, I used this pen to draw the painting 'Floating World Ayanami: Golden Wood' as a gift to the matriarch of the Nogizaka family to express my gratitude for her long-term support."

"Looking back now, it really feels like a distant memory."

"But this pen has always been with me; perhaps it is my true companion." "No, it is Issei's companion."

With a cold voice, Yu Jian shattered the last illusion of the Blue King.

"You sharp-tongued brat!"

The Blue King, gradually losing his human form, let out a deafening roar.

"What justice! What right and wrong! You Asura Sword Demon, all you want is to see rivers of blood!"

"Ha!" Yu Jian chuckled, his voice filled with a powerful will, as he unleashed Yin Yi: Chizha Sword once more.

Blue King froze for a moment, then saw an unparalleled sword light descend from above.

How could I die in a place like this! I was already...

click-

The scepter narrowly deflected the sword at the last moment, preventing the Blue King from being beheaded, but it was not without cost.

The Blade of Destruction cleanly and decisively severed a section of the Blue King's antlers, causing a torrent of dark blue blood to gush out. The battlefield echoed with the furious and pained howls of a wild beast.

Blue King's army once tried to charge forward, but was blocked and blocked by the White Warriors left behind by Lily Fragrance with a domineering and forceful manner.

Yu Jian did not miss this opportunity, launching a series of nine powerful sword strikes at Lan Wang's vital points, cutting through his upper arms, forearms, legs, chest, waist, abdomen, and head, causing blood to gush from his opponent's beast-like body.

Perhaps because Isshiki Ran was just a painter, the color tyrant born from him, despite possessing brute strength that mortals could not match, had absolutely no fighting skills.

In this way, it would be a victory for humanity.

"Huff—huff—" Blue King gripped the scepter with one hand to support his battered body, his blood almost turning his entire body black.

"Give up." Yu Jian lowered his sword, the intense anaerobic exercise making his muscles, which had just begun to recover, sore again.

"I have no penchant for torturing my opponents."

He raised his sword again, intending to decapitate the Blue King in one move, giving him a swift and decisive death.

As for how to get back, we'll talk about that later!
“Truly… remarkable… young man.” Blue King suddenly laughed.

"They actually forced me into this situation."

He swung his sword decisively, not intending to give the enemy any chance.

However, a sticky tentacle wrapped with a large number of branches and leaves stretched out from afar, barely blocking this sure-kill sword.

Surprisingly, it was the Green King, who was an enemy of the Blue King, who came to the rescue.

Yu Jian felt troubled. Although his opponent did not have any combat skills, he had the longest health bar and was the enemy with the worst compatibility with him at this stage.

“We are one,” the Green King murmured in a low voice.

Then, the giant clump of glue transformed and jumped up, crashing to the ground and enveloping the critically injured and dying Blue King.

At the same time, the ring formed by the convergence of the five portions of the King's blood was also drawn by an invisible force and flew into it from afar.

Surrounded by royal blood, the Blue King looked at the sword with complicated eyes, then gripped the scepter and plunged it into his own chest!

Oops!

A bad feeling arose in Yujian's heart, but the layers of debris and glue on the Green King's body slowed him down.

When the sword light rose again, the adhesive transformed into some kind of black, hard substance that blocked it. It looked like a huge cocoon in the process of emerging from its cocoon, or a black egg.

Things took a turn for the worse.

As Yu Jian gritted his teeth and racked his brains for a way to break the deadlock.

But the unexpected happened sooner than the solution.

click -

Amidst the cacophony of sounds on the battlefield, the sound of something cracking suddenly rang out.

The sound was so clear that everyone paused in their tracks.

what is that……

Before Yu Jian could finish his thought, a dark and swift shadow struck him heavily in the chest.

puff!
Blood splattered in the air, forming patches of red mist.

The shadowy figure then revealed its true form: a long tail covered in hideous armor plates.

The next second, the egg-shaped black cocoon was torn open from the inside.

The dragon has been born!
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(End of this chapter)