Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 41 Armor Fusion
"What? This kind of entrance is like the final episode of an anime."

Looking at the armor descending from the center of the sun, Yujian couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The sun formed a halo behind the armor, making it exceptionally beautiful and radiant. The armor's exterior blended the essence of Eastern and Western armor styles, presenting an unparalleled beauty.

Feather-like carvings cover the entire body, extending from the shoulder armor and breastplate to the arm armor and greaves, like countless pairs of outstretched wings wrapping around the wearer's entire body from back to front.

The helmet was similar, with a pure white horn covered in gold decorations rising from between the eyebrows, and two pairs of wings spread outwards, one pair pointing outwards and the other pair hanging inwards to cover the cheeks. The visor, resembling piano keys, was black and white, with parallel white steel feathers forming the armor, and narrow black slits serving as eye openings, completely obscuring the upper half of the face.

The armor's colors initially resembled a rainbow after the rain, but as it fell, pieces peeled away, leaving only the purest, yet all-encompassing, ultimate white.

That's the color of sunlight.

With great effort, Yu Jian raised his hand, blood dripping from between his fingers onto his face, but he couldn't help but smile.

Childhood memories flooded back, and even the dragon right next to him couldn't stop him from laughing out loud.

The only person who would do something like this is Yurika. Considering the characteristics of the world depicted in the painting, Isshiki-senpai must have been involved as well.

What? Are you making no attempt to hide your immature and hot-blooded nature?

This kind of honesty makes it impossible for anyone to dislike you.

No, I should say it's truly delightful!

Yu Jian stood up, even though his body was shattered, he still stood up again.

There's no need to hesitate; the best paintbrush has been handed to me, and now all I have to do is present the best artwork!

The pen is a sword, the enemy is ground into ink, and the world is a canvas!

"Come!"

With unwavering willpower, the swordsman suppressed his mangled body and let out a roar that resounded through the heavens and earth.

The black dragon roared angrily to the sky, but it was now nothing more than a background decoration in the picture book story, and could not affect the story's final battle.

Armor combined, arm yourselves!
The magnificent full-body armor suddenly opened, lunging at the sword like a living creature hunting its prey.

The black dragon, of course, would not stand idly by. It immediately spewed out a mouthful of furious flames filled with bright red color, engulfing the man and his armor at the same time.

But the expected tragedy did not occur. The dragon's breath expanded rapidly like a balloon, and then burst instantly from the inside out, as if it had been shattered by something!
Amidst the scattered embers, a right arm covered in ornate armor was the first to break through the flying flames.

Then came a step that seemed to shatter the earth.

The steel-armored left leg, right leg, left arm, and torso appeared one after another.

Finally, the Iron Face, completely obscured by the helmeted demon mask, emerged from the flames!

Click, click, click, click!

Countless latches snapped shut, sparking a shower of dazzling sparks. The black and white mask fell, covering the sword-wielding mantle's blood-stained face, and the single horn between his brows split into two golden horns.

The force, like sharp spikes, pierced every muscle in the young swordsman's body, filling his meridians with violent life force.

Seven lights shone in succession from the gaps in the white armor; these were the seven beautiful emotions that the King of Colors should possess, or the seven virtues.

The world is full of the Holy White Oath of Seven Virtues!
It can also be called—the virtue of pure white!
"Dragon, now it's round two."

He floated in the air on his sword, and suddenly swung his right arm horizontally.

The atmosphere transformed into a drumhead, which, struck by this amplified force, emitted a thunderous roar.

The armor, imbued with the power of the seven kingdoms, roared as it completed its donning, continuously bestowing power upon the wearer.

The next second, the five fingers that were clenched were instantly occupied by the hilt of the sword, which was the previously shattered Broken Blade - Extinction of Three Thousand Void.

Despite the sword being broken and shattered, he felt no fear whatsoever.

Courage stems from trust, trust in one's companions.

hiss--

It sounded like the boiling sound of swords being quenched in water.

A brand new, blood-red blade grew outwards from the empty hilt.

At this moment, the sword still radiated light, like a scorching red blade that had not yet cooled down.

The dark, evil dragon, which had stopped roaring at some point, silently shut its mouth. It didn't know what to say. Perhaps the only thing it could do was pounce and test its opponent's true strength!
Roar--

The dragon roared a second time, and terrifying flames of red and blue mingled together surged forth from its gaping maw covered in fangs. The rage of the crimson tyrant clashed with the ruthlessness of the frozen blue tyrant, unleashing a tearing power with ultimate destructive force.

The dragon's breath instantly engulfed the sword that had become one with the armor.

But the next second, it shattered as easily as a wave crashing against a reef. The remaining flames fluttered wildly like butterflies, while the sword, adorned in pure white virtue, hovered unharmed in place.

A golden, one-shoulder cloak billowed like silk along his left shoulder, and two beams of light extended from the end of the cloak, covering his steel boots and forming two luminous wings at his ankles.

It's a magical feeling. Even though I was born a mortal and have never experienced what flying is, I just know what to do next when I'm on a sword.

Yes, it's just like a dream... freedom!
Bah!
A loud explosion rang out in the air, and the sword vanished instantly, leaving only a ring of cloud.

The black dragon turned its head blankly and looked around, but saw no sign of the other party. Then, it felt a sharp pain in its wing, as there was a hole in the wing membrane that went through it from front to back.

The venomous black blood flowed down instantly, and granulation tissue quickly grew around the wound, filling the gaps and forming thicker fibrotic scar tissue.

With a whoosh, Yu Jian's figure reappeared, his pure white armor stained with specks of blood, which quickly disappeared like water droplets hitting a sponge, not evaporating but being absorbed.

Upon seeing this, the black dragon's body was immediately covered with a faint yellow light, and its already impervious scales became even stronger. The giant beast roared and flapped its wings to take to the air.

The familiar scene confirmed one thing for Yujian.

The powers of the seven tyrannical rulers have all converged on the black dragon, just as if it had truly devoured the seven kingdoms themselves.

Now, they do look somewhat alike.

Heroes and dragons possess similar powers, and even share the same origin.

Wearing this armor, he unconsciously learned many secrets. The power that both the black dragon and he possessed came from the story itself, or rather, from the support of the special world within the painting.

At this point, it goes without saying that the ending of the story has revealed the cruel truth that only one of the two sides can survive.

What else is there to say?

war!
The red blade clashed with the sharp claws, the power from the story amplified by the drawing tools. Originally, the two should have been evenly matched, but when the sword activated its iron-cutting mode, a strong will was poured into the blade, and the sword easily sliced ​​off the black dragon's claws as if chopping firewood.

The young swordsman, clad in armor, leaped and bounded, feeling as if he were sprinting through the air. He quickly incorporated the technique of shrinking the ground, changing direction three times in a row to evade the black dragon's attacks and defenses, and directly crashed into the exposed chest and abdomen.

The next second, the reborn Crimson Blade - Extinction of Three Thousand Voids smoothly cleaved through the thick scales.

The yellow light did indeed cause some stagnation, so much so that after completing the attack with his sword, he didn't have time to avoid the black dragon's sudden and violent resistance, which was so powerful that he was thrown directly into the depths of the earth.

But the virtue of pure white protected the wearer; a high-frequency flash of light through the gaps in the armor neutralized most of the impact.

The next second, the sword soared into the sky again, the armor's radiance dimmed, but quickly returned to normal under the sun's rays.

At the same time, the massive wounds on the black dragon's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. This creature possessed the full power of the seven Crimson Tyrants, including the Green King's terrifying vitality.

They are truly not to be underestimated...

But I'm the same!
The sharp blade cleaved through the sky, severing one of the dragon's forelimbs. Blood rained down, and the roaring, furious dragon breath shattered the earth, accompanied by an overwhelming, invisible pressure that filled the entire atmosphere.

But what does it matter? The brave knight, clad in pure white armor, soars through the sky, transforming into a fighter jet to evade the wrath of the evil dragon.

The red blade in his hand transformed into thunderbolts, repeatedly slicing through the dragon's scales and even severing its limbs, causing its black blood to splatter across the land.

It's like a myth come to life, even affecting the ceiling paintings in real art studios.

The dragon and boy, originally in the upper right and lower left corners, have been reversed to a new composition in the upper left and lower right corners, which closely resembles Bernard Matourl's famous painting "Saint George Slaying the Dragon".

Meanwhile, the situation in the world depicted in the painting continues to escalate towards the final chapter.

He leaped forward on his sword and slashed at the dragon's head. The dragon immediately dodged, revealing a strange movement. It could have used its harder forehead and horns to block the blade, but it chose to offer its softer cheeks, even at the cost of having one eye blinded.

“I understand,” Yu Jian suddenly said.

The pure white armor was constantly being covered by dark, poisonous blood, making it look as if the brave knight himself had been tainted with filth.

"In the end, they are just wild beasts, unable to control their instinctive reactions."

As he spoke, the young swordsman vanished from the spot once more.

The dragon narrowed its remaining left eye; even with its vitality, it would take some time for such a delicate organ to recover.

Because half of his vision was gone, the scaly face now looked somewhat tense.

Caught a glimpse of crimson out of the corner of his eye, the black dragon immediately opened its mouth and spewed out a burst of flames, but it was just a weapon that had been spun and thrown.

Yu Jian's figure burst out from the black dragon's right blind spot and arrived directly above its head.

He stomped on the dragon's head with both feet and simultaneously grasped the ghoul's horn crown made of four black, curved horns with both hands.

At that moment, the sword emitted a clanging sound like swords clashing.

"Checkmate!"

(End of this chapter)