Who are you calling a stable boy?!

"Go to sleep!"

This is one of his Blood Demon Arts, which allows him to hypnotize targets through language, or more precisely, through sound.

The demon slayer's sudden attack caught him somewhat off guard, but his Blood Demon Art had never failed when targeting humans.

"Sa!"

Without being distracted even for a moment by the hypnotic voice of the nightmare, Tanjiro twisted the blade, remembering Zheng Jing's instructions, and suddenly added the seven-tenths of the strength he had reserved during the surprise attack to the blade in his hand!

One strike, decapitation.

"......call."

Tanjiro breathed a sigh of relief.

He gently rubbed his ears, adjusting to the sound that had suddenly returned to his mind.

Before the operation, Zheng Jing used his internal energy to seal his hearing and instructed him not to waste words with the ghost once he saw it.

Because Zheng Jing only blocked his hearing for about three minutes, and relying on blocking hearing to avoid the sound hypnosis trick, it was mostly only effective at the moment when the two met.

Once the other party realizes this, they will definitely take countermeasures...

"I see, so you sealed off your hearing."

Tanjiro turned around with his sword drawn and looked at the head he had severed.

"Although I don't know where you learned about my technique or how you managed to seal your hearing like this, these little tricks won't help you much in the face of the power that lord bestowed upon me."

The putrid smell of flesh and blood suddenly squeezed out from the gaps in the carriage, clump after clump, surging toward the still-talking head and sticking it to the top of the writhing mass of flesh.

"Huh? Why do you have that expression?"

Unable to see the panic she wanted on Tanjiro's face, Enmu frowned.

(Huh? What's going on in the carriage...?)

After merging with the entire train, Nightmare was able to roughly grasp the situation in each carriage.

Contrary to his expectations, only the last three of the eight carriages were occupied.

"...Did you notice this a long time ago?"

These demon hunters not only seemed to understand his abilities and have prepared countermeasures, but also predicted the fusion that would begin after he boarded the train.

Add to that the calm reaction of the young demon hunter in front of him...

Nightmares give you the feeling that you're being led by the nose by an invisible hand.

"Ha, so what if you know? Do you think you can protect more than two hundred passengers on the train?"

Nightmare revealed a mocking smile once more.

"It's still a long way from sunrise, and I won't stop until then—I won't stop until I've turned you all into nourishment for my body!"

The series of unexpected setbacks caught him somewhat off guard.

But upon calming down and thinking about it, in the end, these demon hunters still couldn't defeat him, who had already merged with the train.

Human beings ultimately have their limits.

All he needed to do was fly non-stop until sunrise, and then devour the more than two hundred people who were already trapped inside him, along with the ghost hunters—

"What?!"

Feeling the bodies in the last three carriages suddenly lose contact with her, leaving only a brief, searing pain, as if she had been scorched by a raging fire, Nightmare's features contorted in pain.

(W-What's going on?!)

Nightmare's thoughts were momentarily confused.

(It must be Mr. Purgatory and his group!)

Seeing the change in Enmu's expression, Tanjiro quickly made a judgment.

Before the operation, Zheng Jing instructed Kyojuro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke to gather everyone on the train into the last three carriages.

With the three of them moving quickly, and Tanjiro distracting them, they successfully moved everyone before Enmu could react.

As for the burning pain that Nightmare felt just now, there's no need to elaborate.

Besides Flame Pillar Kyojuro Rengoku, who else on this train could ignite such a fierce flame!

"Cough—you guys—"

Realizing that she had truly underestimated the so-called Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps, Enmu's eyes widened.

It's not over yet!

As long as the train is still running, he can still—

(etc!)

(If a Pillar-level being possesses this level of strength, then why send such a brat to find me?)

(I remember they clearly had two demon slayers called Pillars this time...)

(There's one more?!)

—Under the cover of night, a tall figure appeared on the railway tracks at some unknown time.

They stood at the front of the train!

"Charcoal Boy, do you know why I'm Optimus Prime?"

Facing the direction the train was traveling, Tanjiro spotted that familiar figure even before Enmu did.

He couldn't help but recall the words Zheng Jing had jokingly uttered in response to his dissuasion before the operation began.

"I, Old Zheng, am the real king of a hundred tons!"

Facing the rumbling locomotive, Zheng Jing grinned and straightened his back.

Perfect Realm! 100% Power—

Gold! Steel! No! Bad! God! Power!

"boom--!!!"

Chapter Thirty-Three: I'll probably never forget this for the rest of my life.

The Mugen Train is a steam-powered train.

The train has a total of eight carriages, all of which are passenger carriages. Judging by the general specifications of steam trains at that time, the weight of each carriage should not exceed 50 tons.

In other words, including components such as the locomotive, the total weight of this Infinite Train currently running on the railway will not exceed 600 tons.

What is this concept?

This means that at this very moment, Zheng Jing, who has unleashed the full power of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, is able to stop this speeding, infinite train head-on with his complete mastery!

"--when!!"

The moment steel creations collided with flesh and blood, a resounding bell echoed through the mountains and fields.

Zheng Jing's indestructible body emitted a dazzling golden light, illuminating the deep night as if it were daytime!

The industrial crystal weighing over a hundred tons, along with this robust and vigorous body, froze in place for a moment!

"Boom-"

The next moment, hundreds of tons of force propelled Zheng Jing's indestructible body.

"—Rumble—BOOM!!"

With a series of deafening, thunderous roars, the railway tracks beneath his feet, made of hard wood, iron, and stubborn rocks, were instantly crushed and shattered by his deeply plunging legs.

Earth and rocks flying everywhere...

Wood chips flew everywhere—

Metal sparks!

Twenty meters - thirty meters -

Fifty meters! !

When Zheng Jing, with his unwavering stance, forcefully smashed through more than fifty meters of railway tracks, carving out a long road on this road that had taken countless people to build, the steel behemoth that had crashed into his arms seemed to have finally exhausted its strength.

"what......"

Zheng Jing grimaced and exhaled a breath of scorching air from his throat, enough to burn the flesh of an ordinary person.

This was the most severe impact he had ever experienced since birth.

While Nightmare, who had also endured the strongest impact since birth and had become one with the train, could not show a genuine smile like Zheng Jing.

Everything happened too fast, too violently—it was too absurd!

He didn't even have time to grow eyes on the locomotive to see what he had hit.

If he had to describe it, he felt as if he had crashed into something the same size as himself now—no, that's not right! Something much larger than himself, now that he's merged with this Infinite Train!

Pain, confusion, and dizziness from the massive impact left him momentarily disoriented, like a venomous snake pinned to its vital spot.

If he had some time, even just thirty seconds, he might have been able to regain his composure.

But Zheng Jing wasn't going to give this manipulative bastard even a second longer!

"Bah!"

With a powerful stomp, Zheng Jing propelled himself several meters into the air, his left palm pressing down in front of him while his right fist rose high on his shoulder, his body radiating even more golden light.

As the carriage overturned, Tanjiro used a protective technique to land, and unconsciously looked up at the golden light. In the dim light, he could vaguely see a towering human figure, several meters tall, swaying in the depths of the golden light.

From top to bottom, towards the locomotive, Zheng Jing's fist, brimming with wind and thunder, resembled a Vajra in the clouds beating a drum with his bare hands, crashing down with a thunderous roar!

Before he could even beg for mercy, the hypnotic techniques he used to employ with ease were completely useless.

Under this punch, no matter how deep the evil spirit that manipulates people hides in that steel shell, it will only have one way to go: to be crushed to pieces!

"......call."

After glancing at the kill log on the panel and confirming that the so-called Lower Moon One was indeed dead, Zheng Jing's golden aura subsided.

This can be said to be the first time he has gone all out since he mastered the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill.

Looking up at the locomotive, now a pile of scrap metal, Zheng Jing smiled.

How delightful, Mugen Train!

I'm afraid I'll never forget it—

"Old Zheng!"

Tanjiro, shouting loudly, rose and fell as he crossed the overturned carriage and landed next to Zheng Jing.

"How about it?!"

"Don't worry, Charcoal Boy, with me in charge, how could anything go wrong?"

Zheng Jing grinned at Tanjiro and gestured with his chin toward the train.

"Look, those disgusting things are all turning to ash."

That's not what I asked!

Tanjiro called out anxiously, "I'm asking about your health! Are you alright? How are you feeling?!"

Tanjiro strongly opposed Zheng Jing's offer to stop the train.

At that time, although he did not know how Zheng Jing would stop the train, he still felt that such a dangerous thing should not be done by Zheng Jing alone.

Honestly, if he had known that Zheng Jing's plan was to use his physical body to ram the Infinite Train to a stop, he would never have nodded in that direction!

To be honest, even now, he still doesn't understand how Zheng Jing managed to do it.

But compared to Zheng Jing's safety, Tanjiro had simply given up thinking about this issue.

"Me? What could possibly happen to me!"

Raising his right arm, showing off his biceps so full they looked like they could be used to strike a match, Zheng Jing grinned.

“Me—ah.”

Suddenly, his eyes widened slightly, and his expression froze.

Noticing Zheng Jing's change in expression, Tanjiro quickly took a step closer.