Shirou Emiya doesn't want to work overtime

If she would lose her mind just by a simple taunt, she would have been fooled by those evil spirits of Mount Oe who are good at scheming.

But just like Shuten Douji, who is an Assassin, has been greatly weakened in all aspects.

As a Berserker, Ibaraki Douji, who appears here, has B-level berserk. Even if he has reason, he will still be affected by it.

"You are just a human, but it is enough to kill you!"

"Bang————!"

So, with a loud stomping sound, Miyamoto Musashi charged, and the sword in his hand cut through the air, like a silver sword light, carrying a strong wind that made the air fluctuate, and rushed towards Ibaraki Douji.

In this situation, it was Miyamoto Musashi who took the lead in launching the attack.

In battle, you have to seize the initiative, so that you can grasp the rhythm of the battle.

Victory itself is the result of accumulating advantages bit by bit.

This is the combat experience she constantly summed up when fighting with Shirou Emiya.

The sharp sound of the sword was like a sharp whistle in the space, extremely creepy.

"How could I be underestimated by humans like this!!!!"

"Buzz————!"

Then, with a vibration. Red magic power surged from Ibaraki Douji's limbs, and the violent flames showed her anger.

At this moment, Ibaraki Douji moved.

"Bang——!"

The ground shattered, and Ibaraki Douji turned into an arrow from the string, like a gust of wind, charging out at an astonishing speed, and passed in front of Miyamoto Musashi.

The whole process took less than a second.

This is the gap between being a human and a servant.

"Ha——!"

The next second, Ibaraki Douji shouted, and the axe-like sword in his hand turned into a flame and slashed in the direction of Miyamoto Musashi.

"Buzz!"

Red flames surrounded him, and the terrifying temperature made the surrounding atmosphere distorted. Normal creatures would not survive for a second if they were burned by such a terrifying flame.

However, if it was a flame————

"It's useless to me!!!"

"Clang————!"

The bursting sparks and the scattered heat waves appeared at the same time with a crisp collision sound.

The silver sword body suddenly flashed, blocking the incoming axe and sword, rubbing against each other, and arousing fierce flames.

"How is it possible——!?"

Ibaraki Douji's face was tense, and he stared at the position of Miyamoto Musashi's chest in mid-air.

There, a blue ring was hanging, it flashed a faint light, and easily blocked the flames that surged in like a tide.

"If you hesitate, you will lose!"

At the moment when Ibaraki Douji was stunned, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly jumped up and launched a continuous sword dance at an astonishing speed. The two swords in his hands drew a series of sword lights, turning into a storm of sword blades and slashing forward.

Facing the existence of a servant like Ibaraki Douji, she was unmatched in strength and speed. The only thing that could suppress her was skill!

"Clang clang clang clang————!"

The amazing sound of swords colliding resounded.

With the sparks that kept bursting out, the confrontation between swords and blades seemed to flash wildly, stirring up a sword light and shadow.

Every time Ibaraki Douji took a step back, Miyamoto Musashi pressed forward tightly, leaving the other party no chance to leave.

"Suppressed!"

No matter how angry Ibaraki Douji was in his heart, he had to admit the fact that he was being suppressed by Miyamoto Musashi at the moment, and the opponent's advantage was constantly expanding in various details.

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi relied solely on his superb skills to suppress a Servant.

This is a victory of skill.

Flame cannot break through the defense generated by the ring.

Strength cannot be exerted in such an awkward posture.

Speed ​​cannot be smoothly exploded.

The whole person is being dragged into the abyss step by step by the opponent, just like being entangled by a poisonous snake and unable to break free.

Miyamoto Musashi pressed forward step by step, and Ibaraki Douji retreated step by step.

Her attack speed is not fast, but it is full of rules, which makes Ibaraki Douji extremely uncomfortable and difficult to exert his true strength.

In Miyamoto Musashi's words, fast is not necessarily the best speed. The most desirable speed is the speed that is in sync with the inherent laws of things. People who are truly proficient in the art of war will not blindly seek speed.

She understands herself very deeply. She is not Shirou Emiya. She does not have the ability to fight head-on with the Servant. She knows her weaknesses and shortcomings.

Only after fully understanding oneself can one defeat the strong with the weak.

If Miyamoto Musashi's opponent is only Ibaraki Douji.

"Blood Demon Art -"

Chapter 877 The collision of thunder and fire

There are far more evil spirits here than it seems.

Under the call of Muzan Kibutsuji, in addition to the evil spirit army that launched the attack at the beginning, there have been evil spirits coming in a steady stream to join the war.

In addition, most of the wisteria trees in the town were burned to ashes, and the evil spirits were able to exert their own strength more and more.

Not to mention that the number of evil ghosts is dozens of times that of the human side, and those weak evil ghosts also hold hot weapons capable of long-range shooting.

Even though most people on the human side have experienced long-term battles and one person can kill several evil spirits, it is difficult to resist such successive attacks.

Even before an hour had passed, more than half of the land had been lost, and the evil spirits did not lower their offensive at all. An indescribable despair enveloped the entire town.

The evil spirits killed by Kamado Tanjiro and the others are nothing but a drop in the bucket for today's humans.

It's only a matter of time before the town is bulldozed by evil spirits.

"Breath of the Sun, One Shape, Round Dance"

A low voice came from the sea of ​​fire, followed by a red slash.

"Pfft——!"

Along with the crisp sound of slashing, the sound of flesh being torn into pieces echoed in the space.

"Why!!!"

"It's obviously you who brings hope!!!"

"Jiguoyinyi!!!"

What a painful cry, what a cry of despair, what a look of disbelief.

Several members of the Demon Slayer Corps were torn apart easily and fell to the ground, feeling the loss of their lives.

However, in the face of their questioning, Jiguo Yuanyi seemed to have not heard anything. He slowly put away the red bloody blade in his hand and walked leisurely towards the depths of the town.

He didn't even look at the fallen corpses.

The scarlet eyes were full of indifference and indifference.

There is nothing in the world that he cares about.

Desire for power?

On this path, he never had a thirst for power.

The pursuit of eternal life?

He has accomplished this, and his lifespan is almost endless.

If we talk about regrets, there is no doubt that they are there, but after such a long period of time, they have long been indifferent.

He didn't know why he was summoned here in the form of a servant he had never heard of before, but after all, it was better than his stagnant time.

If he had any wish, he wanted to see himself in this world, to see himself who had different experiences and arrived in a different future.

"It's a pity, there is no what if-"

Jiguo Yuanyi muttered softly like this, and slowly moved forward in an extremely calm manner. The aura exuded by his whole person was incompatible with this battlefield.

But no one dared to get close to him, whether they were humans or evil spirits.

Just at this moment——

"call out----!"

An arrow turned into a bullet, piercing the air like black lightning.

The sharp sound of breaking wind only sounded after the arrow passed through.

A bit of electric light swirled around the arrow, turning it into thunder in the dark night sky, and shot forward.

The target is Jiguo Enichi on the street.

That was a shot that exceeded the speed of sound.

Not even sniper rifle bullets can match it.

As if Jiguo Yuanyi didn't notice anything, he didn't even draw his sword and walked forward slowly.

It wasn't until the arrow was about to fall on Jiguo Yuanyi that the change suddenly happened.

"call--!"

A flame like the sun ignited in front of him, instantly burning the arrows mixed with thunder.

"It's really tricky!"

A few hundred meters directly in front of the street, Minamoto no Yorimitsu tightly held the bow in his hand and stared at the person in front of him with his brows furrowed.

Ji Guoyuan's route did not change from the beginning to the end. He moved forward in the simplest manner towards the center of the town.

Behind him, countless corpses fell to the ground, and even the streets were soaked in this bright red.

Hundreds of soldiers fought desperately, but did not stop Ji Guoyuan's progress even in the slightest.

"If there is no way to stop you, everything we have done will be in vain——!"

Thunder-like magic flowed from her body, and she didn't feel very sad or angry.

On the one hand, as a leader, she must be extremely rational and cannot let these things influence her judgment.

On the other hand, Yu is not human in nature. From beginning to end, he judges things from the perspective of overlooking and looking at the overall situation.

"Kill you here!!"

At the same time as he made this declaration, the bow was drawn to full string in Minamoto no Yorimitsu's hand.

"Bili...!"

The next moment, lightning flashed on the arrow. Judging from the fluctuation of magic power alone, its power should be several times that of the bow arrow she shot at the beginning.

"call out----!"

As a result, the arrow carrying thunderous lightning traveled through the space, turned into a blue flash of light, and shot away amidst the ear-piercing screams.

"Qiang————!"

Amidst the crisp sound, a scarlet sword light appeared in the air.

In an instant, sparks exploded.

In an instant, a strong wind blew up.

The thunder dissipated instantly like a bubble.

However, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's attack was not over.

"Boohoo!"