Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 39 The Sun's Radiance Fades
King of the Seven Kings, please don your magnificent scale armor.

King of the Seven Kings, please don the sharp thorns.

King of the Seven Kings, please don your curved claws.

King of the Seven Kings, please don your sharp white fangs.

King of the Seven Kings, please don the long tail of steel.

King of the Seven Kings, please don your wings that cover the sky.

King of the Seven Kings, where has your Sun-Eating Horn Crown, the symbol of your supreme power, gone?
The dream song abruptly stopped, and the premature dragon baby, filled with anger and imperfections, burst out of its shell.

Before announcing its birth to the world, it had already committed murder.

A less-than-successful murder.

Amidst the excruciating pain, Yu Jian suspected that perhaps two rows of his ribs were broken. He couldn't be sure if any bone fragments had pierced his internal organs, but when he breathed, the pain swept over his brain like a tsunami.

The human body is so fragile...

The scene resembled a car accident. He was thrown high into the air and then crashed down, feeling no different from being hit head-on by a vehicle. Considering that his body was relatively intact, it was probably not an overloaded dump truck, but more like a jeep.

Blood was gushing from his mouth and nose, his vision was constantly turning black at the edges, his ears were filled with a lot of noise that made it impossible to tell whether it was the sound of the wind or tinnitus, his limbs were difficult to control, and even his back felt numb.

This is a more terrifying sign than pain; the former at least proves you are alive, while the latter is a prelude to death.

But sometimes death isn't the most terrifying thing. At this moment, Yujian hasn't lost his sense of the outside world, so he can still see and hear what's happening.

The White Warriors roared and charged towards them recklessly. Blue King's army sent men to hold them off at the cost of their lives, while the rest rushed towards the emerging behemoth, trying to halt its advance. A separate force also spun off to rescue Yu Jian.

But what greeted the White Knights was a terrifying figure that blotted out the sky.

Mixing multiple colors together doesn't necessarily create a vibrant and colorful effect; it can also result in extreme darkness.

The colossal beast, covered in black scales, resembled a moving mountain, easily trampling and humiliating the earth. Its claws could tear shields apart, its sharp teeth could crush swords, and its enormous wings spread from its back, whipping up gusts of wind that seemed capable of even obscuring the sun in the sky.

This is a destructive dragon powerful enough to devour seven kingdoms.

The White Knights did not retreat. Even though they were just larger ants compared to the Black Dragon, these creatures in the painting still roared and launched an attack.

The black dragon extended its sharp claws and easily grabbed a person. The terrifying power caused the victim's body to twist and burst instantly. The whole process was no more difficult than an ordinary person crushing a tomato.

More White Knights continued to charge at the monster. The Black Dragon swung its long tail, knocking away an entire squad. They landed silently, and the rest of the group immediately followed as if they hadn't seen anything.

This action seemed to enrage the black dragon, which, like a true beast, opened its blood-red maw and bit a warrior.

The metal armor deformed and cracked, and sharp, curved fangs sank deep into the flesh and torso.

The White Knight did not give up the fight. He endured the excruciating pain and slammed his spiked flail down hard at the dim, yellow eyeball that was so close to him.

The black dragon merely closed its eyelids, and the scales covering them easily deflected the heavy meteor hammer. With a powerful bite of its jaws, the dragon cleaved the white knight in two.

The samurai let out a painful howl, but he suppressed it after only half a sound. Even in death, he would not let the evil dragon feel pleased, nor would he affect the fighting spirit of his other comrades.

Glorious death arrives silently, and the battlefield grows even noisier in its wake.

Of the 108 White Knights, 37 were sacrificed to cover the rear, and many more died in the fight against the Black Dragon.

Faced with a powerful and terrifying behemoth, the White Knights, enhanced by the paintbrush, were as fragile as toy soldiers. Their courage and lives were like fragile candle flames, easily extinguished by the dark winds, one after another.

“Go…” Yu Jian gritted his teeth, wanting to order the White Warriors to retreat. Even if all the kingdoms would eventually be devoured by the black dragon, living for even one more second was still living. Only by living could they possibly usher in change and hope.

But none of the White Knights retreated or fled; they fought with all their might until the very end, and the chosen one had reached a position just a few steps away from the sword.

"Swordsman, my lord." The last white warrior reached out to help Yujian up.

But a sharp claw descended from the sky, accompanied by the creaking sound of metal deforming, pressing him completely deep into the soil, where he remained motionless.

Colorless, transparent paint was splattered across the battlefield, like morning dew dampening every ray of sunlight. But in Miken's eyes, it was clearly crimson blood, blood that symbolized death and sacrifice.

At a time like this, you can't keep lying down...

Every bone in his body seemed broken, every muscle torn, but some things transcend the physical. Mikami Akira, I command you to stand up…

Crackling and sputtering sounds filled my ears, like the jumbled noises of broken bones being tossed about by muscles, as if a machine with debris stuck between its gears was being forced to operate.

Strange noises continued to ring out, but Yu Jian's gaze gradually shifted from looking up at the sky to looking down at the earth.

His head hung low, his arms limp, and his tall, slender figure had to bend over to stand up.

Blood dripped down his fingers, staining the pale katana crimson.

He did not release the sword.

Do you still want to continue fighting...?

The moment that thought crossed his mind, Yujian felt a surge of power. With bones broken and muscles torn, what could possibly be considered power?

The answer is willpower.

The foundation of reality is matter, while the Netherworld is a spiritual dimension.

The world created by their contact is simultaneously influenced by two rules, thus giving rise to a mysterious and powerful force that transcends the laws of nature.

Willpower began to interfere with reality, but it was ultimately too slow.

Roar--

The jet-black dragon let out a deafening roar, and the sound waves materialized and moved forward rapidly, uprooting the vegetation on the ground.

Even the heavily injured Yu Jian was no exception; he was sent flying backward for more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

Blood mist spurted from his mouth again, and even the weapon he had been holding just moments before slipped from his grasp, flying high into the air before plunging straight into the earth.

The light of the king's blood on the sword slowly faded.

The black dragon strode over, panting, leaving a trail of charred footprints behind it.

The deep colors, like flowing venom, continuously overflowed from its body, spreading outwards and gradually engulfing the seven kingdoms in the darkness of night.

This is the last blood of the king...

A voice murmured in Black Dragon's mind.

He bent down and took a deep breath in front of the pale katana stuck in the ground.

hiss--

With a sharp, swift sound like a viper flicking its tongue, the golden, transparent blood of the king was forcibly extracted. The blade of the Broken Blade: Extinction of Three Thousand Empty Blades quickly decayed and shattered, leaving only half a broken remnant that fell into the muddy earth.

As the last of the king's blood merged into his body, four twisted horns began to grow from the top of the black dragon's head. They intertwined to form a crown-like shape, with the dark colors of the night shimmering between them, as if they were about to devour all the surrounding light.

Hope is gone, and even the sun in the sky has become dim and indistinct.

Just as described in the story, the entire world in the painting was corrupted by the black dragon and was about to be completely and utterly swallowed up.

No sign of life, no trace of victory, all comrades have perished, and the world is uncontrollably sliding into the abyss of destruction.

Yu Jian began to lose sensation in his limbs, but he still did not close his eyes. Instead, he stared intently at the only light shining in his field of vision, the sun that had not yet been extinguished.

But even this last glimmer of light is gradually fading away.

In the dim light, something suddenly blocked the sunlight and cast a shadow.

His vision blurred with dizziness, and he instinctively raised his hand as if to grab something, just like his unwavering will to never give up.

And so, he witnessed a miracle.

A suit of armor descended from the center of the sun!

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