Chapter 249

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Hantengou's tiny body had an appearance like a copper wall and an iron wall. I let my digestive system erode his skin with all its might.

No, it's difficult for unbroken skin to be absorbed directly. I need to inject my branches and leaves into Hantengu's body to complete the digestion from the inside.

But it is difficult to break through his body with my original strength alone - I can't miss this opportunity!

As the fourth Upper Moon, Hantengu's recovery ability must be the best among all demons. If this is delayed any further, the opportunity created for me by Tanjiro Kamado and Genya Fushigawa will be wasted.

I pulled out the dagger tied under my skirt. It was a dagger made of orangutan ore and iron sand that I had received from Mr. Sanyashiki.

I pulled him back with the vines, and then I rushed forward quickly on the broken ground. The dagger pointed downward, piercing through the green vines and stabbing into the bulge on Bantian Dog's head, which was the most vulnerable part of his body.

The sharp blade collided with it, bringing out a burst of sparks. I felt my hands were numb from the reaction force, and every finger was sore and painful. The dagger almost slipped out of my hand.

I clenched my other hand into a fist and smashed down hard from the back of the knife handle.

The back of the dagger was very hard, and I felt like my knuckles were about to break when they hit it. However, I still couldn't stab the dagger because I had no training.

Although the trapped Hantengu was in a very weak state, a skinny camel is still stronger than a horse. The reason he was trapped here by me was purely because of the restraint in his abilities. In the vines, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the tip of my dagger.

What a great strength!

I punched down with my left hand even harder. My finger joints were dislocated and my bones were cracked. I didn't have the energy to repair them. I just focused on smashing down.

During the repeated movements, the tip of the knife is stably controlled above the pus bag.

"Mr. Ao, take your hands away!" Fuzugawa Genya, who has the speed of Mr. Komaji, is faster than Tanjiro Kamado now. After realizing what I did, he exerted force on his legs and rushed in front of me as fast as a sound wave.

I couldn't catch up with his speed, but I instinctively withdrew my left hand.

At the moment when his sword missed my left fist, Genya Busei concentrated all his strength on the hilt of the sword using a blood demon technique similar to the destructive killing and destruction style.

My right hand, which was holding the dagger, felt numb, and the impact caused my joints to dislocate. To prevent the dagger from falling, I quickly grabbed it with my left hand. The strong vibration of destruction and killing was transmitted to my branches through Hantengu's body, and even the rubble on the ground was cleared by the fist wind.

My eyes were blinded by the dust and the gravel scratched my skin, but I absolutely could not let go at this moment, I absolutely could not!

"Let me get through it——"

With a "hiss", the smell of ghost blood permeated my vines, and Hantengou's indestructible skin finally showed signs of cracking.

My eye sockets were bruised, and my tense nerves quickly followed the connection between the dagger and the abscess on the top of Bantian's head. My blood and juice tried hard to squeeze into his body, and moved along his body's veins to his brain, neck, and heart.

Just like a steamed bun that has been soaked, his skin was no longer as hard as before, and the dagger pierced his head with force.

“Aaaaaa——”

The dog howled for a long time, but the sound that came out of the throat from the neck did not come out through the mouth. In order to prevent my juice from entering his body, he used mimicry to close all organs such as the nose and mouth that communicated with the outside world.

Ghosts themselves can make sounds through other means. For powerful ghosts, the structure of their bodies can be changed as needed.

My ability quickly digested Hantengu's body, but this small body was like a compressed cookie, giving me a choking feeling like my phantom limb.

The excessive energy even blocked my breathing.

Although it is difficult for me to use my two abilities at the same time, their systems are the same and they even complement each other.

I stored too little through photosynthesis and used too much, which resulted in my digestive ability also becoming weaker.

"The God of Fire Kagura Yokato—"

Just a few breaths later, Tanjiro Kamado arrived where we were with a breath like sunlight, and the Sun Blade he swung was surrounded by a ring of flames. He concentrated his full force on the stabbing attack with the tip of the blade, piercing Hantengu's neck when his strength was the weakest and his skin was the softest.

The Fire God Kagura, as the inheritance of the Breathing of the Sun, burns the blood of Hantengu's body, but at the same time it also boils in the juice of my vines. It's like drinking sweet spring water when you are most thirsty, and a feeling of comfort arises spontaneously.

Yes, many years ago, in who knows how many reincarnations, it was also such a swordsman with flame markings and using the same sword skills who helped me complete the evolution of reincarnation, making my personality more independent, getting rid of the primitive habits of being a flower and the embarrassing situation of only being able to wake up during the day, and taught me to store strength for use when needed.

These powers can even transcend the limitations of reincarnation and appear in me repeatedly.

——Cut off the head!

The moment Hantengu's power dissipated, my digestive system took over and absorbed all of his disgusting but nutritious things into my body.

Fertilizers are like this, they may not look good, but they have high nutritional value.

After absorbing the power of the Upper Four, the wounds on my body healed quickly. The power of the spreading branches took away all the wounds on Tanjiro Kamado's body. At the same time, Genya Fushigi's demon power also helped him recover his broken wrist.

I'm already quite full and need some time to digest it, but the accumulated strength is enough!

The green vines extended in front of Tanjiro Kamado and Genya Fushigi, and then the leaves fell off and the flower buds bulged out.

"Take it." I said, and the vines began to bloom in the hands of the two people. At the moment of blooming, large sections of branches withered and quickly disappeared.

The blue red spider lily made of light that fell into their palms penetrated into their bodies, quickly transmitted throughout the body through the veins, and finally, like the patterns on my face, the marks of the red spider lily emitting blue light remained on their cheeks.

My power will protect them, and they will not be at a disadvantage in the fight against the demons.

"Oh my, is Bantian Gou-san dead?" Douma's face was cut in half, but he didn't seem to care. As long as he kept his mouth open, he would say something. His golden iron fan pierced through Mr. Komaji's side, and a large amount of blood fell to the ground the moment it was swung, and was instantly sucked up by the flower stem deep in the soil.

Mr. Komaji's wounds healed quickly, and he punched Douma, forcing him to retract his fan. He leaned forward to block the punch, and swung his fan upward with his other hand. The sharp spikes made of ice protruded from the ground in the direction of his swing. Mr. Komaji stood still and flattened the ice with one foot.

Douma snapped his fingers, and all the shattered ice chips floated in the air and instantly exploded into lotus flowers. The petals were sharp enough to cut through iron like mud. Mr. Komaji was pierced into the body by the lotus vines.

Mr. Komaji raised his hand and chopped downwards, throwing his fighting spirit forward to crush any ice debris that might have been produced. The misty icy air was pushed forward quickly with the flow of fighting spirit and soon disappeared completely.

"What a boring trick." Mr. Komaji's body still had some blood stains from the healed wounds. Douma's head had also grown back at this time. His colorful eyes were looking closely at our situation, and he looked very sad.

"Bantian Gou Sang died in front of me. It is sad to see a colleague pass away. Your Excellency Yiwo, how about we recite sutras for him together?" He said, tears streaming down his face again.

And they were strings of tears, flowing continuously.

I found that he really liked to shed tears for others, as if this could show that he had worldly emotions, as if this would make him truly become a compassionate character.

However, the more exaggerated it is, the more it proves to be false. True emotions cannot be expressed simply through tears and smiles.

Not only does Douma not have normal human emotions, he doesn't even have the qualifications to read and understand normal human emotions.

Because he doesn't understand and doesn't want to understand.

No matter how nicely he said it, he never took these emotions as real, and never really looked at other people with his own eyes.

Even, what was Douma thinking when he looked at Muzan Muzan?

Does he really have emotions like "respect" and "fear"?

Mr. Komaji frowned and reluctantly said, "Get lost."

"It's not death, but get out. Your Excellency Inowosa really likes me." Douma went right ahead and misinterpreted Mr. Komaji's meaning, making the latter feel even more disgusted.

It makes people exclaim: How can there be such a shameless person.

I was also quite annoyed and shouted, "His name is Komaji, not Inoza!"

"Humans' names only last for a few decades, but Your Excellency, Agawaza, has been the Agawaza for three hundred years, right?" I don't know what Douma's real name is, or maybe Douma is his real name?

Because the process of becoming a ghost was so smooth, he remembered everything, and what he showed was actually his true self.

He is a born evil spirit.

Mr. Komaji's eyes sharpened, and his formation was swung. His pure gold pupils were shining with afterimages - he instantly used the Destruction Killing·Foot Style·Flying Star Thousand Wheels, approaching at a speed faster than Douma, and performing a series of entangled and chaotic kicks at a very close distance, breaking through the muscular and skeletal constraints of the human body. The fighting spirit and the attack trajectory of his legs and feet were blurred, like a wandering meteor, making it hard to predict.

Douma's reaction speed was also extremely fast. He spun the two iron fans in his hands, and the gathered ice mist did not require any preparation or forward swing. The Blood Demon Art·Mist Ice·Water Lily Bodhisattva rose into the air and directly received the frontal attack from Mr. Komaji.

The huge ice Buddha statue was kicked to pieces, and the fighting spirit permeated into the ice. The seemingly rough attack with delicate control completely destroyed the internal structure of the vampire art, stripping it from Douma's control and making it impossible to carry out secondary changes and control.

But Douma's movements were also very smooth. He released the Blood Demon Art: Withered Garden of Snow at the same time. The swinging fans were mixed with the power of ice, and the melee nine-hit combo directly faced Mr. Komaji's legs.

The two of them used almost the most primitive attack method to exert their blood ghost arts and strength.

Mr. Komaji raised his leg downwards, blocking Douma's attack and without hesitation using his fighting spirit to cut off his own leg. His quick recovery allowed him to adjust his posture smoothly. His lower right fist pierced Douma's chest, crushing his heart. At such a close distance, I could hear Mr. Komaji's vicious voice.

"Remember, my name is Komaji!"