Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Broken clouds hung in the distant sky, and a light as light as water passed through the clouds, casting a hazy light.

Suddenly, a layer of blood-red ripples spread out, and Fei Yuzhen shouted.

"Retreat!"

But it was too late.

Muzan's aging breath disappeared, and his scarlet vertical pupils suddenly widened. Both the whip and the black thorns stood up.

In an instant, an invisible shock wave spread out with it as the center.

Blood Demon Art: Paradise of the Dead is activated!

Muzan originally wanted to split and escape, but until that moment, it realized that Tamayo's damn medicine blocked its possibility.

But it was getting light, and it had to run.

This blood demon art was so powerful that it exceeded the imagination of the Demon Slayer Corps, and it was unavoidable at close range.

Except for Fei Yuzhen, everyone seemed to be under a spell and could not move.

It's not that they don't want to move. The Paradise of the Dead can cause confusion in the nervous system of the whole body, and then cause spasms.

However, this move is also extremely consuming for Muzan, and he can't use it a second time in a short period of time.

If it were Muzan's peak period, everyone would be killed instantly, even if Yunyi came.

Hundreds of years later, Muzan is the world's strongest.

Seizing this momentary opportunity, Muzan launched the black blood thorns again. The thorns were like poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues, winding and attacking everyone at the same time.

Before escaping, it wanted to kill most people.

But it forgot an important point, this era does not belong to it, this era belongs to...

Tendao Feiyuzhen.

The incandescent light was as bright as stars, and a ring with white flames covered the surroundings. Under the leaping flames, the thorns collapsed.

"Muzan, you have no chance!"

"Go and make amends for those innocent lives!"

Fei Yuzhen turned into a white afterimage, and his red feathers fluttered. From a distance, he looked like a white meteor with a red tail.

At this moment, he was the sun before dawn.

The red knife crossed the hazy sky, and a perfect arc bloomed under the sky.

Muzan's head fell to the ground, and it was beheaded.

At this critical moment, it drained its body and released a small paradise for the dead again. Compared with the previous one, the range was only a dozen centimeters.

It barely covered Fei Yuzhen, but what made Muzan stunned was that the former only bled from all seven orifices, and his movements were not restricted.

However, those few tenths of a second were enough for him to escape.

A headless corpse with wrinkled skin and age spots rushed out of the encirclement.

Once upon a time, the ghost king who was high above and despised everything in the world disappeared.

All that was left was an old, exhausted Muzan who looked like a dead dog.

It was in such a mess, just like the bravery it showed when facing Yoriichi Tsugikoku hundreds of years ago.

Hundreds of years later, the young men who inherited Yoriichi's will forced this arrogant demon king into a more miserable situation than before.

"No, no, no, no!"

"This is impossible, I can't die!"

"I can't die!"

"This is simply impossible!"

"I am the ultimate creature, I am invincible, how could I lose to those bugs!"

Muzan's head grew back, his eyes were dull, his tone was crazy, and he was muttering like a lunatic.

In the blink of an eye, he had run to the edge of the pit, and when he looked up, he met the deep red eyes.

"Mu~can~"

Tanjiro's fierce voice sounded, as if it came from the eighteenth level of hell, the voice of the demon, asking for his life.

The sound resounded in his ears, and Muzan trembled in fear.

The next moment, the black blood thorns gathered all its strength and broke through the air. It swept past Tanjiro and rushed towards Kanao, who was even weaker.

At this moment, Muzan was on the left, running for his life; Kanao was on the right, and she couldn't react in time.

Tanjiro stood in the middle, leaving him only a few tenths of a second to think.

If he chose to save Kanao, Muzan would run away, and he would let everyone down.

If he chose to kill Muzan, Kanao would die, and he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, someone pushed him. It was Kanao with bloodshot eyes.

At that moment, Kanao activated Flower Breathing·End Form·Red Eyes of the Other Shore, but she still couldn't avoid Muzan's desperate attack.

But, she could help Tanjiro make a choice.

Tanjiro, with tears in his eyes, understood Kanao's lip shape.

What she said was...

I love you!

The Fire God Kagura·Final Dance·Sunny Song is activated!

A blazing red dragon emerges in the morning light, with Tanjiro at the head of the dragon, he is the dragon's eye.

A crystal teardrop floats to the back, and suddenly, the incandescent dragon roared and appeared, and the black blood thorns turned into residue under the white flames.

Fei Yuzhen saved Kanao with a warm smile on his lips.

At this moment, the two auras resonated.

Tanjiro's body trembled, and the world suddenly became clear.

Extreme sadness, extreme anger, extreme happiness...

This change made his thoughts clear, and the realm of clarity came.

Tiandao Fei Yuzhen and Kamado Tanjiro stood side by side, red and white light intertwined, and lines with halos floated behind them.

One after another, figures emerged,

A few ordinary swordsmen, the hidden of logistics, they represent silent dedication, this knife, is dedication.

Tietsuzuka Hotaru, the swordsmith, they represent the hammer that hits the ore, this knife is tenacity.

Fushigawa Shimiya, Fushigawa Genya, Tokito Ichiro, they represent the attachment to home, this knife is protection.

Iguro Obanai, Kanroji Mitsuri, Himei Shima Gyoumei, Uzui Tengen, Kurika Ryokanao, they represent reconciliation with the past, this sword is courage.

Kocho Shinobu, Kocho Kanae, they represent saving the dying and the wounded, this sword is benevolence.

Tomioka Giyu, Satoshi, Makomo, they are from the same school and help each other, this sword is unity.

Agatsuma Zenitsu, Kamado Nezuko, Tokito Muichiro, Hashibira Inosuke, they represent pure hearts, this sword is sincerity.

Tamayo, Yushiro, they represent demons who have escaped from Muzan, this sword is unyielding.

Ubuyashiki Kyouya, Rengoku Kyojuro, they represent the belief of slaying demons from generation to generation, this sword is inheritance.

After countless figures, a red-haired giant stood up, he was Tsugumi Yoriichi, this sword is the past.

Touma and Tanjiro were on the left and right, and Muzan was sandwiched between two dragons. This sword was the future.

The light and shadow merged into the blade,

Everyone walked on the road,

Their eyes were burning,

They never gave up,

When the belief in the present reached its peak, Tsugikoku Yoriichi, who represented the past, raised the blazing blade,

Touma and Tanjiro slashed with one sword, and Yoriichi's sword followed.

At this moment, their minds were united.

For a future without demons,

One red and one silver, two figures crossed each other, and the dragons drowned Muzan.

"No——"

A desperate and long voice sounded, and the morning light of dawn fell, reflecting the broken limbs on the ground.

Clang——!

The crisp sound of the long sword entering the sheath echoed under the sky.

Muzan turned into flying ashes,

The ancestor of demons, Muzan Kibutsuji, go to hell!

The warm golden light illuminated the earth, and cheers shook the sky.

"Great, we won!"

"Muzan is dead, hahahaha!"

"We won, we finally won, woooo!"

"Tomorrow without demons is here!"

...

Half a year later.

Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters.

Wisteria flowers danced in the wind, and the lavender petals flew over every inch of this peaceful and tranquil land with fragrance.

Rectangular tables were placed in the square, and of course, there was a double table in the corner, with drinks and delicious meals on the table.

Everyone gathered here happily. Today, everyone wore casual clothes and did not carry knives.

They did not need to think about killing demons anymore, they just needed to enjoy life.

Ubuyashiki Yoya led his family to stand in front of the square. He did not speak, but took his family to bow to everyone.

"Everyone, on behalf of the Ubuyashiki family, thank you!"

A soothing voice sounded, and everyone said they did not want to do this.

After expressing his smile, Yaoya stood up with his family and raised his voice:

"As the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, I announce that from today, the Demon Slayer Corps will be disbanded!"

"All your affairs after death will be handled by the Ubuyashiki family!"

"Today, let's drink happily!"

As soon as the voice fell, Feiyuzhen stood up, raised the goblet to everyone, and shouted happily:

"Everyone, cheers!"

"Cheers!"

"Hahaha, cheers!"

"Cheers!"

"..."

The party lasted until the evening. When the last ray of sunset dissipated, the clear starry sky cast a soft light.

It was dark,

But, the laughter and joy continued,

Every day from today on, the night is no longer scary,

This world ushered in a tomorrow without demons.

(The end of the article)

(It started in the hot summer and ended in the cold winter!)

(Sprinkle flowers at the end, thank you for your company!)