Having deeply understood and recognized Mizuki's power, Enmu gritted his teeth: "In that case, let all the humans on this train be buried with me!"
From the moment his clone was exposed and Mizuki refused to reconcile, Enmu no longer harbored any hope of escape.
Mizuki's expression was calm: "Try it if you can."
With the Flame Hashira and others present, Mizuki wasn't worried about the safety of the other people at all.
The train suddenly swayed, and the surrounding flesh walls wriggled violently.
Tentacles made of lumps of flesh grew out from the flesh walls, forming heads, each named Enmu.
At the same time, eyes the size of Hands appeared from the surrounding flesh walls, with the character 'Dream' on their pupils.
It looked very sanity-draining.
"Blood Demon Art: Forced Deep Sleep - Eye!"
Dense eyes stared directly at Mizuki, and strange fluctuations rippled out. The train swayed like a ship, but Mizuki's figure remained completely unaffected.
Enmu's heart sank. This guy was indeed abnormal.
That powerful spiritual energy almost completely ignored his hypnosis; she was practically his nemesis.
Swish swish!!!
Another tentacle attack.
Thick tentacles shot out from the flesh walls all around, including beneath Mizuki's feet, waving in an ugly manner as they attacked Mizuki.
Mizuki stood unmoving, her gaze slightly restrained. She lightly shifted her right foot back, raising her Nichirin Blade high to eye level, the hilt trailing behind her head.
A reddish-white flow of energy escaped from her mouth.
"Snow Breathing Eleventh Form: Crimson Furnace Lighting Snow."
As a clear, cold female voice rang out, the Nichirin Blade in Mizuki's Hand emitted a scorching aura. Orange flames enveloped the pure white blade, as if a strong gust of wind had been stirred up around it.
Whoosh!!!
A red light flashed, swift as an arrow. Enmu only saw a blur of red light rapidly expanding before his eyes, and the head blocking the train's cockpit instantly shattered.
The red light flashed, instantly plunging into the cockpit, which was enveloped in flesh.
Just like spring arriving and snow melting.
As the red light entered, the surrounding flesh walls seemed to be scorched by a blazing fire, like a fireball plunging into snow, and the surrounding lumps of flesh melted at a visible rate.
With just one strike, the entire cockpit was cleared out, leaving only a few lumps of flesh clinging to the sides of the cockpit, slowly wriggling, attempting to regenerate.
"Unable to regenerate?!"
The Enmu heads growing on the tentacles all showed shocked expressions.
Why?!!!
Indeed, ever since encountering this woman, inexplicable things have been happening one after another.
Yet, no matter how he called out Lord Muzan's name in his heart, Lord Muzan did not respond.
Seeing the heads floating before her, Mizuki frowned slightly, and her blade was raised again.
"Snow Breathing, Third Form: Frosty Sky Dance!"
Snow-colored slashes facing all directions cut off all their heads.
"Damn it! You're also a demon! Why betray Lord Muzan!" Enmu's falling head let out an angry cry.
"Never pledged allegiance, so how can there be betrayal?"
Enmu had entered her dream, so Mizuki wasn't surprised that he knew her identity.
Moreover, she wasn't worried about being exposed in front of demons now, but being exposed in front of a Lower Rank demon made her a little displeased.
It was as if he didn't know his place.
What is your standing? You're not worthy of knowing my identity.
Mizuki also wasn't worried that he would leak it, because... Lower Rank One, Enmu.
Was already a bird in a cage.
Mizuki walked towards the cockpit. Even though Enmu desperately tried to regenerate the flesh walls, it was futile.
In the face of Sun Breathing, a demon's strongest advantage would be infinitely weakened.
Tap tap... The sound of high heels striking the iron plate of the cockpit echoed clearly. Enmu was like a dead pig on the verge of being boiled, with no way to escape.
Mizuki raised her Nichirin Blade, her wrist twisting.
"Snow Breathing, Sixth Form: Snow Drifts Ten Thousand Miles."
A white wave surged around Mizuki, sweeping a snow-colored slash towards the bottom of the cockpit.
Just as the slash was about to touch the iron plate, Enmu finally stopped waiting for death. A sudden, overwhelming tremor swept through from the rear of the train.
Like a forcefully swung iron whip, under the immense momentum, the carriages ahead violently shook.
This shaking was completely different from before, like being on a small boat in the middle of the ocean during a storm.
The entire train groaned and creaked, as if it could overturn at any moment.
Mizuki's figure swayed, and she was thrown out of the cockpit.
Dense lumps of flesh erupted from the cockpit floor, rapidly spreading.
As soon as Mizuki landed and stabilized herself, she saw that the carriage had already tilted dozens of degrees, on the verge of overturning.
Bang!
Mizuki stomped hard on the floor, letting out a crisp crack.
The tilted carriage was actually forced down.
Watching the cockpit rapidly construct defenses, Mizuki's eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Death throes."
As she spoke, she no longer intended to waste time.
A cold glint flashed on the blade, and Mizuki pressed down slightly with her foot.
Suddenly, a huge commotion sounded from behind her, and orange flames reflected in the window beside her.
These flames are... Before Mizuki could turn around, Tanjirou's loud voice rang out from behind her.
"Miss Mizuki!"
Sensing Tanjirou's approach, Mizuki lightly shifted half a step to the side.
Perfect timing.
The figure carrying flames brushed past her. Tanjirou leaped, a massive dragon's head made of flames in his Hand, and smashed it towards the train's cockpit.
"Sun Breathing, Eleventh Form: Solar Halo Dragon Dance!"
Boom!
A loud explosion.
Orange flames splattered, and the recently replenished lumps of flesh were once again dissolved.
"That brat!!" Enmu's pupils trembled violently.
That was the Demon Slayer with the Hanafuda earrings Lord Muzan spoke of!
It wasn't over yet. Tanjirou's Nichirin Blade didn't stop. After breaking through the flesh walls, he chopped towards the bottom of the cockpit.
The scent here was very bad.
Tanjirou had noticed it on his way over.
Boom!
The iron plate was instantly broken open, revealing a bizarre, massive bone resembling a cervical spine.
As Tanjirou's Nichirin Blade slammed down, the massive cervical spine let out a mournful cry.
"How dare you!!" Enmu let out an unwilling roar.
Infused with the momentum of the flames, one strike severed the massive cervical spine.
Boom!
With the snapping of the cervical spine, the connection between the train's cockpit and the subsequent carriages broke, and it derailed, tipping over to the side.
"Tanjirou!"
Mizuki stood in the next carriage, reaching out her Hand to Tanjirou and pulling him back.
"Thank you so much, Miss Mizuki!"
"It's nothing," Mizuki said with a smile, looking at him.
Unconsciously, she could already see Yoriichi's shadow in Tanjirou.
This young man fought very hard.
Boom!!
As Enmu died, the lumps of flesh in the train carriages he controlled went berserk, almost bursting out of the carriages. Just as they were about to go out of control, bright orange flames rose in each of these carriages.
As the train carriages derailed and overturned, the grotesque and disgusting lumps of flesh ironically served as a protective cushion, mitigating the impact of the overturn.
As expected of a Hashira, to find the optimal solution in such a short time.
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