Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 136 The phone call was finally answered.
Seeing Jinmu Kui rushing towards him, Yujian was quite surprised.

Even though we don't know what happened, with so many people present, why choose him as the breakthrough point? Could it be that he was drinking fake alcohol?
Directly in front, the blonde, red-eyed girl gripped her left arm tightly with her right hand, her deep red nails easily tearing through the flesh and sinking into it, before suddenly tearing downwards, creating several wounds.

A large amount of scarlet blood spurted out and coalesced into a two-handed greatsword interwoven with gold and red, which the petite girl held firmly with just one hand.

The scene resembled Nishiki Aoi using her own arm as a sheath to draw a greatsword directly from it.

"Spiritual weaponry—I've only ever seen it in academic papers before; this is the first time I've actually seen it in real life. Only a powerful entity at least at the hero level would possess such an accessory," Sakurai Toshio exclaimed in amazement.

Yu Jian glanced at the senior. Although the other party claimed to be just an ordinary dog ​​god user, similar to a druid being led around by a dog in D&D, it was hard to say how much of that was true, judging from his calm and composed demeanor.

"Hero-level?"

"Oh, according to popular belief, the equivalent are divine beasts and divine messengers, above which are gods, and then there are even higher-level main gods. The highest level is easy to guess: creation myths and their equivalent world-destroying myths."

The mainstream academic community is fiercely debating this issue, and there's still no definitive conclusion. However, it's unlikely that such topics will ever reach a definitive conclusion, given the conflict between Eastern and Western discourse power.

Toshio Sakurai went on and on praising it.

In that short time, Jinmu Kui, with bloodshot eyes, had already crossed the corridor and rushed over.

Then, Miken saw that Sakurai Toshio, who had just been chatting casually with him, suddenly performed a tactical roll and pulled away five or six meters away, his movements as agile as a runaway husky.

On the other side, a two-handed greatsword, its gold and red colors intertwined, swung down with a whoosh, easily slicing through the air and solid walls in its path, striking Yu Jian's face with debris and sparks.

'爱よ灪いでもう......'

Just then, Yujian heard a cell phone ringing in his pocket.

then……

"Wait a moment." Yu Jian raised his index finger to make a 'pause' gesture, then answered the phone and put it to his ear.

First, a long sigh came from the receiver, followed by Aizen Yuriko's beautiful voice, like a clear spring flowing.

"Finally got through, Mingjun, are you alright? We kept getting reports that the caller was not within signal coverage."

"Well, I went to see a detective I know today, intending to ask him to investigate some things, but there was a little unexpected incident, and I can't answer the phone for the time being." Yu Jian briefly explained what happened during the day, while also admitting that he was caught off guard.

It wasn't panic, but rather a feeling of novelty.

Having grown accustomed to unreasonable behavior, suddenly encountering a traditional type who is both reasonable and gentle, expressing concern directly from the outset, feels like having my heart struck by a whirlwind torpedo!

So, sincerity really is the strongest weapon...?

Despite his mind wandering, Yujian's reaction was incredibly swift.

He caught the heavy greatsword that whistled down with his backhand, as easily as catching a bamboo branch.

The reality was clearly not like that. Ripples spread across the point where the palm touched the blade, and the flowing light outlined a magnificent suit of armor composed of wedge-shaped dragon scales.

At this moment, most of this invisible armor remains transparent, with only the palms and forearms affected by the ripples showing a faint outline. Its design is intricate and magnificent, blending the wildness and untamed nature of a dragon with the solemnity and majesty of armor.

"Spiritual particle weaponry? Another one?!"

Sakurai Toshio's eyes widened slightly, and he muttered to himself. He pulled his hand out of his pocket again, realizing that it was probably none of his business.

In myths and legends, heroes embarking on journeys always encounter various trials, but also receive various rewards in return.

Whether it's an indestructible sword or an incredibly sturdy shield, these are the various mythological accessories associated with them, that is, the spiritual weapons corresponding to the imagery.

Unexpectedly, I've seen two completely different types of players today, one offensive and one defensive.

Sakurai Toshio pondered this, but what happened next made him immediately overturn his previous thoughts.

"Myojun, it sounds like there's a lot of noise on your end. Is something wrong?" Yurika asked in surprise through the receiver. "Ah, yes, to put it simply, you could say I'm helping someone catch a cat."

"Be careful, I'll call back later."

"Uh-huh."

After putting his phone back in his pocket, Yujian sighed at how understanding or insightful the class monitor was, while using his free right hand to pinch Jinmu Kui's head.

The latter froze instantly, like a kitten being pinched by the scruff of its neck, curling up into a ball and trembling, the golden-red greatsword turning into blood flowing back into its wrist.

From the moment the accident occurred until Nishiki Aoi was stopped, the entire process took only a dozen seconds, during which time Miken's thoughts were mostly focused on making the phone call.

"Wait, that girl is only affected by the curse and the oath, don't kill her!"

Screams erupted from the broken interrogation room. Masami Yamato, his nose bleeding profusely, used his arms to support himself as he struggled to crawl outside.

I wasn't born a killer...

Looking at the other person's crooked nose, Yu Jian suspected that the other person had just been knocked unconscious.

While inwardly criticizing him, he was also pondering the meaning behind those words.

Curses and such...

So, the person who cast the curse was also cursed?

This is really...

The young swordsman narrowed his eyes, a flash of electricity seeming to pass between his brows, and then the world he saw suddenly changed.

A thin line of intertwined black and red colors floated upwards, while the other end tightly wrapped around the neck of the hibiscus tree.

Two small, round holes can be vaguely seen at the beginning of the thin line, which may be bite marks.
Can this thing be cut...?

She acts on her thoughts immediately; Yujian has always been very proactive.

He drew the wakizashi [Vajra Wisdom Fire Demon-Slaying Blade] hanging under his arm, but the blade did not cause any change as it sliced ​​through the thin line.

“That thing can’t be solved by ordinary methods…” Yamato Masami covered his nose and made a muffled sound.

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the white-haired youth in front of him swing his sword again.

A strange fluctuation clung to it, and the intertwined black and red threads snapped instantly.

A 'blank' was left along the way, not because it lost its color or some substance was eliminated, but because all spiritual energy fluctuations disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Yu Jian revealed a thoughtful expression. He had just intended to use the power of cutting iron to try to sever the curse, but the moment he poured his will into the sword, an unexpected change occurred.

The unwavering and resolute will not only flowed within the sword but also began to spread its influence outwards, forcefully smoothing out the various spiritual energy fluctuations it encountered, and causing the previously untouchable black and red lines to vanish instantly.

Has the power to cut through iron reached a new level?
Yu Jian was somewhat surprised, then saw that Jin Mu Kui's head tilted to the side and her taut limbs drooped down, clearly indicating that she had lost consciousness. Bright red blood began to flow from the two hole-like wounds on her neck.

Perhaps this means the curse has been lifted.

"Can that kind of thing be cut off too?" Yamato Masami asked blankly.

“Ah, that’s surprising,” Sakurai Toshio replied, stunned.

Supporting the limp Nishiki Aoi, Mitsurugi looked at the two with a puzzled expression.

"So, what happened?"

(End of this chapter)