From afar, it looked like a cocoon, but up close, it was covered in vein-like wrinkles, resembling a giant tumor that made people feel physically ill.
That massive tumor was connected to the surrounding tall buildings by flesh, suspended high above.
Mizuki took a deep breath.
She has arrived, Muzan!
The source of the tragedy of the Demons, the culprit named Kibutsuji Muzan.
Finally, all of this is about to end.
Her snot felt like it was about to drip into her mouth. Mizuki quickly wiped away her snot and tears with her sleeve.
Luckily, no one saw it, or else it would be embarrassing... Mizuki looked around, and when she saw the figure sitting on a distant platform holding a biwa, she froze for a moment.
"...N-no, it's fine. At that distance, eyes might not be able to see clearly," Mizuki reassured herself.
The figure sitting on the high platform raised its head, revealing a massive eyeball.
Just one gigantic eyeball, taking up most of its face.
Mizuki: "..."
It definitely saw me, with eyes that huge.
Mizuki's heart sank, and she felt a murderous intent rise within her.
Nakime had no idea she had landed on Mizuki's kill list. In her mind, the sound of Muzan's screams, like a groundhog's, rang out.
"Nakime! Stop her for me! Just a little more! Just a little more and I can!!!"
"That bastard Kokushibou! In the end, he was useless!"
To still retain human emotions! To be persuaded by a few mere words.
He even gave up the chance to overcome the neck weakness.
I thought he was the most trustworthy, but he turned out to be nothing special!
Damn it!
Damn it all!!!
Not a single one of them is reliable!
Nakime received instructions from her boss, placed her finger on the biwa, and plucked it lightly.
Dang!
A long, echoing biwa sound carried far away.
Boom... A tremendous rush of wind struck, and the tall building behind Mizuki began moving toward her.
Mizuki jumped off the platform and ran toward Muzan's location.
Dang! Dang! Dang!!
Doorways opened up densely beneath her feet. Mizuki moved like a phantom, avoiding each one, constantly closing in on Muzan.
Dang!
Another jarring biwa sound rang out. Accompanied by the snapping of a string, there was no longer any place for her to stand.
Nakime stopped playing the biwa, looked up, and her breath hitched.
"Standing... in the air?" A surprised voice came out of her mouth.
Mizuki was seen stepping on empty space, suspended in mid-air, constantly running toward Muzan between the tall buildings, as if an invisible Heavenly Road was supporting her body.
Nakime focused her gaze and finally noticed the blood-colored icy surface beneath Mizuki's feet, which had formed into a platform.
It's a Blood Demon Art!!
This is bad! Lord Muzan!!!
Nakime plucked the string again, and the sound reverberated.
Buildings and platforms suspended in mid-air flew toward Mizuki.
Mizuki used the Blood Demon Art, her body leaping agilely through the air, dodging the massive buildings.
She was somewhat surprised. If the power of the Infinity Castle was only this, then it seemed less potent than she had imagined.
Regardless, Mizuki could no longer worry about Nakime. She crossed an immense distance and arrived above the tumor situated between the buildings.
Mizuki took a deep breath. Her Nichirin Blade sliced across her palm as she tilted her body.
"Snow Breathing, Tenth Form: Moonlight Beneath the Snow — Double Strike!!"
Two enormous crimson moons plummeted downwards.
Further away, Kanroji Mitsuri and Iguro Obanai, who had rendezvoused with Yushiro, watched in astonishment at the gigantic crimson moons appearing in the sky.
Kanroji Mitsuri gasped, "That is Mizuki Young Miss's Sword Form!"
"It seems we found the right direction. Muzan is right there," Iguro Obanai said calmly.
Yushiro interrupted their chatter: "Hurry up! Who knows if that woman can hold out."
Having said that, the group rushed toward the direction where the crimson moons descended.
Himejima Gyoumei and the others further away also witnessed this scene and unconsciously quickened their pace.
The crimson moons, as large as moon disks, crashed onto the massive tumor, causing a huge roar and embedding themselves within it.
What powerful defense.
Her Sword Form, amplified by a Blood Demon Art, actually failed to pierce this tumor.
Mizuki frowned and landed directly on the massive tumor.
Due to the attack from the giant crimson moons just now, a large section of the tumor's surface was indented, and the indistinct fleshy tissue inside was faintly visible.
That Muzan fellow is truly disgusting.
Mizuki squatted down, gripping her Nichirin Blade, trying to see where Muzan was located.
Suddenly, her ankles were grabbed by hands reaching out from the giant cocoon, pulling her inside.
Mizuki's heart tightened. Gripping her Nichirin Blade, she was dragged by Muzan's hands into the cocoon.
A foul stench assaulted her, and Mizuki finally saw Muzan's appearance.
Muzan's appearance had undergone a great change at this moment.
His hair had turned gray and white, his entire upper body was exposed, and the lower half of his suit had been corroded, replaced by flesh resembling a living creature.
Not only that, all his limbs were wrapped in flesh, and massive, hideous mouths had sprouted.
His expression, as he looked at her, was full of rage.
Muzan opened his mouth, about to speak, but Mizuki cut him off first.
"You're not wearing pants?"
The veins on Muzan's forehead throbbed repeatedly. Is that the question that matters?
That woman's mind really isn't normal.
However, without waiting for Muzan's reply, Mizuki raised her sword and slashed.
The space inside the tumor was very confined, limiting evasion, but Muzan still reacted.
When it came to physical attributes, he was superior.
Muzan grimly grabbed the Nichirin Blade and looked darkly at Mizuki: "That trash Kokushibou, to be swayed by emotion even now."
Mizuki's expression darkened: "Is that so? Having a boss like you, dissatisfaction is normal, isn't it?"
She twisted the Nichirin Blade in her hand. The blood color on the blade quickly faded, and a streak of crimson emerged from the hilt.
Muzan's pupils slightly contracted, and he cautiously released the blade.
But at the same time, tentacles resembling intestines shot out from the tumor, attempting to restrict Mizuki's movements.
The foul stench, heavy with mucus, assailed her, making Mizuki feel dizzy.
This? And you dare call yourself the Perfect Creature?
What kind of Perfect Creature would be this disgusting?
She was about to throw up, alright?
Drops of fresh blood dripped down from Mizuki's palm. Soon, the bottom of the tumor was covered in a layer of blood-colored frost, and this frost was quickly spreading.
The moving tentacles were all frozen and couldn't be controlled.
Muzan's face was terrifyingly grim.
In terms of Blood Demon Arts, he was suppressed.
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