Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 42 Severing the Void
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and Miken gripped the Kujiri Horned Crown with both hands, unleashing all his power.

The gaps in the pure white Virtue Armor opened to reveal a crystalline framework of seven colors blending together, from which streams of scorching steam spewed out. The color energy flowing between the gaps began to flash at a high frequency until it completely transformed into a dazzling crimson, almost turning the entire suit of armor into a crimson hue.

Both roared simultaneously. The black dragon's voice was filled with pain, while the swordsman's voice carried unparalleled determination and an unrestrained wildness.

Despite the obvious difference in size between the two, the man and the dragon were like two equally matched monsters locked in a fierce battle, with one of them already biting the other's throat!
click -

The sound of a hard object cracking was extremely faint. This tiny sound, which should have been completely drowned out by the roar, was clearly detected by both the Black Evil Dragon and Yu Jianming.

One person is experiencing heightened emotions, causing their heart to pound rapidly.

One of them had scales and armor stretched out, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

"Drink!!!"

Under prolonged overload, even the Virtue Armor itself could not withstand the ever-increasing power, not to mention the powerful Horned Crown was also fiercely resisting.

The two forces kept clashing against each other. The moment the Black Dragon Horn Crown broke, cracks rapidly extended from the arm armor upwards to the shoulders and back. Yu Jian understood this all too well, but now was not the time to hesitate. This was a game for the brave, and the one who would ultimately win would be the more determined, obsessive, and almost insane person!
Two huge cracks burst open in the armor on his back, and the uncontrolled power exploded from the inside out. Red light surged outward like outstretched wings, or like a pair of scarlet eyes burning with flames opening in the vast sky.

For a moment, Yujian could barely feel his arms, but he couldn't care less about such details, because the sight of the shattered Kujira Horn Crown had already come into view.

Blood boils, body burns, the self-protective dogma within the brain is torn apart by willpower, the spirit subdues the body at this moment, and then the body uses the armor to control the weapon, showing the purest and most direct violence.

hold head high--------

ah----------

The dragon's lament and the son of man's roar mingled together, transforming into a deafening cry that surpassed even the storm.

As the story draws to a close, it's as if two matches are lit simultaneously. The world in the painting accelerates toward destruction, with all seven kingdoms being ravaged and destroyed by the rapidly expanding circular shockwave. Huge chasms crack open in the ground, buildings collapse in swathes, and fragments of all sizes are drawn together like flowing water by the central vortex, spiraling towards the core.

This artificial world is collapsing.

When the two colliding forces reached their peak simultaneously, all sound suddenly vanished for a moment, and all colors disappeared, leaving only monotonous black and white to cover this world.

Ga la la la la la —

The sound of shattering echoed through the sky as the menacing crown, composed of dark, curved corners, was snapped off by Yu Jian with his bare hands!

The pitch-black pigment turned into a blood rain that shot into the sky. Yu Jian was flung off his head by the raging black dragon, but the Sun-Eating Horn Crown was already broken!

This time, the dragon's wounds did not heal on their own. Meanwhile, the three thousand exorcism blades, now transformed into crimson blades, returned to the sword's grasp.

The dark dragon has lost its regenerative abilities; now is the best opportunity to kill it.

Humans and dragons clash once again.

Even without the power of regeneration, the black dragon remained incredibly powerful and even more ferocious. Its mountain-like body was practically the embodiment of natural disaster, easily destroying the entire area.

If the black dragon is the embodiment of natural disaster, then the sharp blade in Yujian's hand is a battle flag raised to the sky, piercing the black dragon's body again and again. Even if he is defeated countless times, he will always return, as if justice can never be killed, vowing to kill the evil dragon on the spot with his sword.

With the Iron-Cutting Mode fully activated and the Sword Dao Realm fully awakened, the black dragon's claws, which were as thick as logs, were now cut in two like rotten firewood.

The wound no longer spewed out pigments like blood, but also the energy of raging flames, containing the essence from the depths of the mortal world.

Countless points of light scattered in the air; these were the primordial forces that the black dragon continued to devour the Kingdom of Color, and were also the key reason why the kingdom was constantly collapsing.

At the same time, the pure white virtues of Yujian are also collapsing, and his power is gradually falling back to that of a mortal, but what does it matter!
An irreversible tragedy?
lie!

The ending of the story is up to me!

Even a mortal's sword can slay an evil dragon!

tread--

He slammed his sword heavily onto the top of the ruins of the castle tower, struggling to pull his body out of the crater. He leaned forward with all his might, while his iron-clad boots drew an arc backward, leaving deep trenches in the ground. He was like a colossal steel siege crossbow being drawn back, constantly accumulating all his power.

The severely damaged armor, like a loyal old general, stubbornly maintained its operation even as it continued to collapse, allowing Yujian to still possess combat power beyond human limits in the last 9.99 seconds.

As if sensing its master's boiling killing intent, the newly born Crimson Blade - Extinction of Three Thousand shone with dazzling light, and even a wisp of breeze was scorched into wisps of smoke.

The sword tip went from hanging low to pointing straight forward. At this moment, the body and soul were almost inseparable, and the sword user seemed to be fused with the sword as one.

All sorts of profound meanings flowed through my mind, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, or like countless clouds returning to the high sky.

Through the sword in his hand, Yujian suddenly glimpsed a wider new world.

The ultimate realm of swordsmanship, which he had only stumbled upon by chance, opened its arms to him once again.

In an instant, the will broke free from the constraints of the sword as a medium.

A sword aura burst forth from his body and shot straight into the sky.

Sword, warrior, and armor—a trinity.

There is neither ignorance nor the end of ignorance.

The Secret Technique of Natural Mind Flow - Sword of No-Knowledge! Shrinking the Earth! Stepping into the Void! The blade shatters, the armor breaks, and hot blood spills across the sky.

The crimson light completely illuminated the dim world that was previously only black and white!

This sword strike pierced through heaven and earth!

The figure of Yu Jian appeared behind the dark, evil dragon.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, shining on the young swordsman covered in blood, making him appear like a warrior forged from gold, perfectly sculpted.

"Hoo—" The black dragon sighed, and a faint red light appeared on its neck.

"It's over." Yu sheathed his sword, the hilt and scabbard making a soft sound.

A huge circular gap burst open in the center of the black dragon's throat, and large swaths of black pigment splashed in all directions like a torrential rain. Only the broken head with its horned crown remained, crashing down with the force of a landslide.

The armor let out a mournful cry, and the sword hovered before the dragon's corpse.

The moment it landed, Pure White Virtue sang its final praise, eventually turning into countless fragments that scattered in the air, leaving only a gauntlet covered with feather reliefs on the right arm of the sword-wielding figure.

The world in the painting is about to come to an end, and it is a miracle that there are still fragments of the hero's armor forged by the power of the mortal world.

"You've worked hard." The young swordsman caught the armor fragment and watched it turn into specks of light.

Then, the Crimson Blade: Exorcism of Three Thousand was drawn again, its blade severely damaged to the point that only one-third remained, making it look like a short wakizashi that had been reforged from a broken katana.

But the blade was still sharp enough to cut through the dragon's scales.

As I approached on my sword, if my earlier guess was correct, there might be something hidden inside the dragon's belly.

He ignored the stomach; he had cut it open several times during the battle. If anything was hidden there, it was probably in other organs.

Sure enough, when Yujian dug out the dragon's heart, he found that it clearly contained a foreign object.

Well, that could be considered harboring malicious intentions.

The thing looked to be about the height of a person, wrapped in layers of myocardium and fascia, and only its general outline could be vaguely seen. It seemed to be a person, but its life or death was unknown.

In a normal story, you'd usually find a beautiful princess, but unfortunately, not this one...

As Yujian gradually returned to his normal routine, he mentally complained, but his hands didn't slow down at all.

With a single sword strike, he precisely severed the tendons and fascia of the heart, his movements swift, clean, and elegant—simply incredibly cool.

Unexpectedly, there was still a large amount of dragon blood inside the heart. The moment it was cut open, it sprayed out, drenching Yu Jian from head to toe, even his heels. It felt like turning on a shower without checking the temperature, almost scalding him so badly that he screamed incoherently.

Ultimately, what stopped Yujian from shouting out loud... was his idol image.

Despite gritting his teeth and enduring the scorching dragon blood, the self-proclaimed Omega gritted his teeth and reached into his heart with his sword. He gasped for breath from the heat and wondered if he had accidentally swallowed some of it.

In short, the victims who were trapped inside were finally rescued with great difficulty.

He had a mustache, a middle-aged beer belly, and was holding a paintbrush broken in two, yet he was completely unsullied and looked as peaceful as if he were asleep.

This person is none other than the real Isshiki Blue, who has been missing for many days and is rumored to have been divided into seven parts.

So, the father's name is Lan, so why is the daughter named Qian? Logically, shouldn't it be Qing (青)? After all, Qing (青) comes from Lan (蓝).

The lame joke that suddenly came to mind did not elicit any pity from Yu Jian; instead, he ruthlessly raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

If this old guy hadn't suddenly turned into a genius of ideas, none of this messy trouble would have happened!
They dared to use any small paint that someone else casually brought them.

How old are you? Don't you know how to be a little more sensible?

How old are you this year? How old? How old are you?!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
As it turns out, a series of slaps is more effective at arousing than a loving kiss.

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting! It'll be done soon, almost finished. I've got inspiration, I won't go out to sketch anymore!"

Yu Jian remained silent, wondering if this great artist was secretly contributing to comic magazines? Surely not? Was it just a personal interest?

Completely bewildered, the blue-clad girl rolled around on the ground for a while before finally waking up as if from a nightmare, panting heavily as she opened her eyes.

Upon seeing Yu Jian's appearance clearly, he instinctively pressed his hand to his neck.

"Don't chop me up! Hey, is my head still there?"

How do I leave here?

The two asked questions at the same time and then fell silent at the same time.

Then, Miken raised his sword.

(End of this chapter)