Chapter 1986: Corpse Mountain and Blood River Death Battle Stage
"Your Excellency Zuocun, can we...please replace him?"
"I have one last question, I want to ask His Excellency Yishun... No, I want to ask Lancer Purgatorio."
After Musashi was silent for a moment, he raised his head and said to Zuo Cun.
Zuo Cun frowned slightly.
But he still stood up.
"light."
He stepped on Lancer Purgatorio's lower body, but he didn't look at Musashi.
Perhaps it was through the exchange between swords that he and Musashi felt something, each other's ideas...and the foundation of the sword.
"Hand over...your lives, Shinbun Musashi...!"
Even if he lost his arms, even if he lost his legs, Lancer Purgatorio was still roaring, full of murderous intent, full of murderous intent, and the red light in his eyes seemed to reflect the blood moon in the sky, but——
The blood and tears in the corners of his eyes seemed to reflect the last trace of humanity he retained.
"Why, things turned out like this."
Fujimaru Ritsuka stood on one side and said with a trembling voice.
He was obviously that kind of Yinshun, and he was obviously such a gentle and kind-hearted Yinshun. Why did he become like this?
"I don't know."
Yinshun stopped struggling for a moment and answered Fujimaru Ritsuka's question.
"Did those guys do something to you?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka did not give up and continued to ask.
"I don't know."
Yishun still answered like this.
"...So, it is really impossible to change back to the original Yinshun?"
After being silent, Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to have given up hope.
"Exactly."
Lancer Purgatorio opened his eyes.
Buzz——
boom!!!
The blood force forced Musashi and Samura back, their orifices bleeding, Lancer Purgatorio gritted his teeth and stabbed them with the Jumonji Spear.
"Yinshun of the Hohowon——is dead!"
"There are only corpses here. They are machine dolls that act according to their past karma!"
"Kill me if you want to stop me! Crush me and don't leave even a trace of dust behind!"
"Because - even if I leave one arm or one finger! I will kill thousands of creatures in an instant!"
"...Ritsuka, give me a helping hand."
After blocking Lancer Purgatorio's attack, Miyamoto Musashi first looked at Ritsuka, and then - at Samura.
"Also, Mr. Zuomura, I know your thoughts, so - in this battle, I ask you not to take action, and let me deal with Lancer Purgatorio by myself, is that okay?"
"I do not mind."
As the crane returns to its sheath, Samura knows what Musashi is thinking, so he has no intention of intervening in this "duel".
His swordsmanship has reached its end, so this battle is "indifferent" to him.
But for the Miyamoto Musashi in front of him, it was different.
"Ha...Thank you. This is the first time for me to fight like this."
As if inspired by this crucial duel, Lancer Purgatorio did not rush to take action, but kept a certain distance from Musashi.
Musashi tapped the sword in his hand on his shoulder and sighed softly.
"Neither money nor fame has anything to do with this battle, and even the opponent is just a monster wearing the corpse of Yinshun of the Treasure House."
"There is no such thing as showing mercy, and there is no such thing as stopping there."
"...This is at odds with my temperament."
Musashi shook his head helplessly.
In terms of her personality, she would prefer a less heavy duel.
But now - she can't be allowed to say that.
The opponent is a terrifying thing in the demonic world, a monster that must be killed no matter what.
Moreover, he has an incomparable desire for her life.
The only way left is to fight.
"Grandpa, this sword doesn't look like a prototype. Lend it to me."
On the ground not far away, there was a knife stuck in the ground. If you didn't look carefully, you would even ignore the existence of the knife, but Musashi felt it - and now, he pulled it out.
The moment he held the handle of the knife, Miyamoto Musashi felt a stinging sensation.
"No-wait!"
The young man looked shocked.
"No! Only this knife will never work! This is a failure, put it down quickly!"
"I'm doing this for your own good!"
"——This is not something that humans can use at all!"
Zuo Cun's brows raised slightly.
"It just so happens that since it is a so-called karma, it is perfectly suitable to be used to kill such inhuman creatures!"
Musashi didn't pay any attention to her grandfather's reminder. Instead, she laughed and firmly held the long knife that felt so cold to her.
"Ha, why is the blade so meaningless? The weapon that can kill our heroic swordsmen simply does not exist in this world."
Lancer Purgatorio smiled, mocking the monster-like sword in Musashi's hand.
"I'm going to kill you now."
After getting this sword, Miyamoto Musashi's momentum suddenly changed.
She squinted her eyes.
"To be honest, this moment should be the moment I have been looking forward to for a long time."
"Why do I practice swordsmanship? Why do I swing my sword, split it, cut it off, and keep moving forward in stagnant time?"
"There is no doubt that I want to step into the extreme realm and move towards the empty realm that no one has reached."
"I want to fight you."
She pointed the demon sword in her hand at Lancer Purgatorio opposite.
"Fighting with me is a benefit. Fighting with a warrior as powerful as you, who is as powerful as a monster, I will gain knowledge that will be better than thousands of meditations and battles."
"——If Yinshun of the Treasure House, who is clothed with divine energy, has not fallen into the devil's path."
"I will fight you and kill you, Hohoin Yinshun, Lancer Purgatorio - even if this is a battle I don't want at all!"
The cross-word gun slammed into the ground, and Lancer Purgatorio put away his smile. There was a smile in the blood and tears.
The huge barrier unfolded instantly without any reason——
"Inherent barrier."
Zuo Cun raised his head.
The opponent also has a unique barrier...?
"Appear! Our polar region is blooming with blood! The stage of death battle where mountains of corpses and rivers of blood absorb the souls of the defeated!!!"