The Tragic Cry of Muzan

Chapter 88 The Tragic Cry of Muzan

The mountaintop was a scene of devastation, with shrines and giant trees collapsed, and the cries of monks, trapped under the ruins, pleading for help could be heard everywhere.

The freckles on Tomioka Giyuu's face had faded. He knelt on one knee, panting heavily, feeling completely exhausted.

On the other hand, Asuka not only seemed unaffected, but even her previous injuries had been healed, and she was acting as if nothing had happened.

That knife... Yiyong was somewhat concerned, but ultimately didn't say anything.

Anything is acceptable as long as it kills ghosts.

Asuka shook the bastard, cleaned up the last bit of demon blood it hadn't finished eating, and watched it transform back into a colorless Nichirin Blade.

"Swordsman, what's your name?" Komashi adjusted his boar headgear, brushing off the dust. "Your strength has improved again; it seems you've entered the highest realm..."

"Hey! You devil! Give me back my hood!!" Inosuke rushed over to snatch it back, but Komashi slightly sidestepped him, easily avoiding his staggering attack.

"Haha, not now, kid! I'll use it for a few more days!"

Seeing his overly familiar manner, Fei Niao felt a sense of unreality.

He didn't quite understand why an Upper Moon demon would betray Muzan Kibutsuji and help the Demon Slayer Corps kill its own kind.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the spiritual pressure emanating from this guy is not malicious, which is why Asuka didn't make a move.

He sheathed the raccoon and sized up the boxing champion: "My name is Asuka."

Komashi looked at Asuka through the eye holes of the boar's head mask, raised his hand, and showed off his fists covered with dark blue tattoos: "I am Komashi, a disciple of the Soryu Dojo and the Fist Pillar of Fist Breathing. Nice to meet you."

"Are you kidding me...? What are you planning to do?"

"Of course not. To be honest, I've participated in positional battles before, so being a pillar shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Answer my question." Asuka's eyes were cold, and she pressed the demon moon in front of her with some rudeness.

Komashi let out a soft chuckle.

The laughter lacked its former arrogance, instead carrying a hint of resolute determination.

"Plan? It's simple... Every cell in my body reminds me—I am a blood-stained demon."

"This kind of evil cannot be washed away even if ten thousand pieces of trash like Douma are killed..."

He stopped five steps away from Asuka, a social distance he maintained for the strong: "I just suddenly realized something: since I'm destined for hell, I have to do something before that to comfort my disappointed teacher, lover, and father."

Komashi looked up at the night sky, which was obscured by thick, dark clouds: "When I send that man to hell, I will naturally follow behind and atone for my sins for eternity."

The bird fell silent.

He had seen countless wandering spirits in Rukongai who would stop at nothing to survive, as well as those cowards struggling in sin.

At this moment, he sensed a deathly stillness emanating from the other person—a resolute determination that sought nothing but revenge and self-destruction.

"...I'll accept your statement for now, but you must act with me," Asuka said in a deep voice.

He couldn't fully trust a former Upper Moon demon. If the other's spiritual pressure fluctuations showed any sign of getting out of control, he would immediately strike and kill him. "Hey! Are you guys done talking?!" Inosuke jumped up again in a fit of rage, pointing at Komashi: "The hood! Give it back to me! That's my family!" He was like a wild beast whose territory had been taken away, angrily pawing at the ground as he charged again.

"Hahaha, kid, practice again and come back!" Komashi laughed, teasing Inosuke in the manner of his master Keizo, which made Inosuke yell in anger.

This allowed Gouzhi to briefly experience the beauty of humanity.

A short while later, Kanao Tsuyuri arrived at the mountaintop with a group of Demon Slayer Corps members: "Asuka! Sensei is safe!"

Meanwhile, in Tokyo, a thousand miles away.

Click!

A crisp sound of shattering glass rang out, particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the night.

Muzan Kibutsuji, disguised as a child, stood in a room filled with books, his red vertical pupils fixed on his right hand.

Just now, he felt a strong throbbing originating from the depths of his blood.

That is the death knell for the souls of the Twelve Demon Moons.

"Doma...Doma's presence has vanished? How is this possible?!"

Muzan's voice was deep and ferocious; he couldn't believe what he was sensing.

How could Doma, who had a terrible personality but whose strength was definitely at the Upper Moon level, be wiped out?

"ah--!!"

He slammed his fist on the bookshelf in anger, knocking it over with a loud crash, and roared furiously in the room.

"How is this possible! How is this possible! Who is it? Is it the swordsman with the Crimson Blade? Is it Tanjiro Kamado?!"

What angered him most was that when he tried to sense whether there were any memories left in the blood connection between Douma and himself, even just fragmented images...

There was nothing there; all that answered him was a chaotic blackness and a bone-chilling cold.

What on earth is going on?! This is unbelievable!

Before he could recover from the shock of Doma's death, a second wave of excruciating pain swept over his nerves!

That was a sensation coming from the direction of Youguo.

"Daki...Gyuu Taro too?!"

Veins suddenly bulged on Muzan's pale, almost sickly face.

Beneath the elegant cuffs of his shirt, his skin began to twitch irregularly, revealing his extreme shock and anger.

In the flashback in his mind, he saw the raging flames of Youguo.

A gaudy man wielding twin swords and adorned with jewels... and a swordsman wrapped in bandages with a snake attached to his body attacked Gyutaro together!

Swords flashed and snakes hissed.

Even though Gyutaro's poison was extremely potent, it couldn't take down that damned dual-wielding swordsman! The opponent found an opening, and the two of them joined forces to slash his neck!

Daki... Daki, that stupid woman!

He's an Upper Moon demon! Why can't he even handle Tanjiro Kamado, who wears a sun-shaped earring?

"The Crimson Blade...it's the Crimson Blade again!"

Tanjiro's sword, burning with cherry-red flames, actually decapitated Daki, that idiot, along with the ugly woman who used Thunder Breathing. "They're all trash! A bunch of useless trash!"

Muzan angrily overturned the desk in front of him.

Countless precious medicines that had taken months to prepare were spilled on the ground, emitting a pungent smell of smoke, and the painstakingly collected data was also thrown into disarray.

It has been 113 years.

For a full 113 years, the position of the Upper Moon has never changed.

This absolute dominance is the foundation of Muzan's power as a god, but tonight, two pillars have collapsed one after another!

He forced himself to calm down, closed his eyes, and tried to enter the Upper Moon demon's mental network.

He's going to get his revenge; he's going to make those reckless demon hunters pay the price!

Where's Akaza?! Where's Hantengu?! Where are you all?!

He began frantically searching for their location within his mind.

According to the original plan, both Akaza and Hantengu should have been monitoring the Demon Slayer Corps' movements or searching for clues about the Blue Spider Lily.

But now, Muzan, in a fit of rage, just wants the closest Kizuki to make a move as soon as possible!

"Akaza...where are you? Kill them! Kill that boy with the earring, kill that black-haired swordsman!"

However, when his consciousness finally touched the demon blood signal belonging to Upper Moon Three.

The scene he witnessed evoked, for the first time in his life, a feeling bordering on the absurd.

Muzan's consciousness traversed thousands of miles.

He saw the ruins of Mount Myoko and the ruins of the shrine where Doma played house.

Then, he saw Akaza.

But that was no longer the familiar dog he knew, the one that always listened attentively with its head bowed, seeking nothing more than to become stronger.

In the picture, Akaza is shirtless, and his head is covered with a dirty and extremely comical wild boar head mask!

He was standing there calmly, with a Pillar-level swordsman from the Demon Slayer Corps standing right next to him!

Seemingly sensing something, he suddenly looked into the void: "Yo—boss."

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