A Gatling Gun Spitting Fire / The Birth of Love Breathing and the Secret of Flame Breathing
He subconsciously swallowed, and for some reason, a sense of panic arose in his heart.
He had only wanted revenge, but he never expected things to turn out this way.
He quickly got up, Rui to leave the place and find a safer location.
But before he could take more than a few steps, he heard footsteps behind him.
Turning around abruptly, Rui saw a Nichirin Blade and a burning flame.
Chapter 228 Gatling Gun with Flames
"Flame Breathing * First Form * Unknowing Fire"
Kyojuro's body transformed into a ball of flame, then charged forward at high speed, instantly closing in on Rui.
Upon seeing that it was Rengoku KyoJuro attacked him, Rui's terrified expression immediately changed.
With a stomp of his foot, he dodged Kyojuro's attack.
"I didn't expect it to be you, Purgatory."
He gave a cold laugh, his eyes filled with icy coldness as he looked at Kyojuro.
"It seems the day of revenge has arrived."
"Snort."
With his eyes fixed on Rui, Kyojuro snorted coldly and said.
"Indiscriminate attacks on citizens are truly unforgivable."
"Citizens? What do those things count for?"
With a chuckle, Rui continued counting.
"I've spent so many years becoming stronger, all for the sake of taking revenge on you, Purgatory!"
However, when Kyojuro heard this, he frowned.
Who are you?
The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward. Rui's lips twitched violently, and his facial muscles trembled.
Just then, the Scribe's voice suddenly rang out.
"Kyojuro, this guy has mistaken you for Shinjuro, hasn't he?"
Seeing the Scribe appear beside him, Kyojuro couldn't help but nod.
If that's really what the Scribe said, then I'll understand.
In the past, his father, Rengoku Shinjuro, had slain countless demons during his battles.
But even in his youth, he made mistakes.
In other words, the Upper Rank Two in front of us is one of the demons who survived by sheer luck back then!
Thinking of this, Kyojuro gripped the sword even tighter.
"Mister Scribe, please do not interfere in this battle."
"That's natural."
By taking a step back, the Scribe gave Kyojuro and Rui enough space.
"Let's begin."
He smiled slightly and said.
"Don't worry about me, you guys have fun."
"What a load of bull!"
He shouted in his heart, Rui could feel that the other party's gaze was on him, watching his every move.
If Kyojuro were truly in danger, he had no doubt that he would be killed within a second.
The Scribe is using himself as a whetstone for purgatory!
Gritting his teeth, Rui, knowing the Scribe's thoughts, felt his anger grow stronger.
As one of the Twelve Kizuki, when have I ever been bullied like this since I reached this position?
"Aaaaaah!"
His brain instantly congested with blood, Rui shoved the pistol into his mouth before pulling the trigger.
Although Kyojuro was puzzled as to why the demon would do this, his body reacted first.
He charged forward with his knife, then slashed, and began fighting with Rui.
Shortly after the two finished fighting, another explosion was heard from a building not far away.
With a furrowed brow, the Scribe then gave Kyojuro a wink.
Sensing the Scribe's meaning, Kyojuro nodded, indicating that he could rest assured.
The next second, Scribe leaped off the roof.
It appears that Rui had planted many time bombs in the vicinity.
If no one intervenes, even if the battle is won, many people will die.
On his journey, he also encountered Kanroji Mitsuri and other swordsmen.
After a brief explanation, the Scribe entrusted them with the task of finding and defusing the bomb.
With the help of so many people, the bomb was quickly defused.
When the Scribe returned, Rui threw out a lot of detonators, causing a huge explosion.
Kyojuro's figure was nowhere to be found, swallowed by the smoke.
"In any case, a knife can never defeat a gun, just as you Demon Slayer can never defeat a demon."
After saying that, Rui waved his hand and activated his Blood Demon Art.
Blood Demon Art: Shadow Wolf!
A dozen or so black, wolf-like creatures leaped out of his shadow and then ran into the surrounding streets.
Drawing his Nichirin Blade from his waist, the Scribe swung it twice and shredded all the Shadow Wolves.
"Bang bang bang!"
A sharp gunshot rang out not far away, and then the Scribe sensed a change in the air.
He slightly shifted his body to the side and dodged the bullet aimed at him.
"Is all you can do something like sneak attacks?"
His tone turned icy, and the Scribe then looked in one direction.
There, Rui's figure gradually emerged.
And in his arms, or more precisely, on his stomach, a huge machine gun quietly appeared.
Gatling Gun!
"Feel the despair, times have changed!"
With a loud laugh, Rui then pressed the switch.
The long bullet chain was "swallowed" by the Gatling gun as quickly as water being swallowed by a whale.
Thick bullet casings kept popping out, and countless flames spewed from the dark muzzle.
"Da da da da da!"
The Gatling guns, glowing with fire, kept firing, and bullets formed a net that covered the Scribe.
His eyes narrowed, and he then activated the Sun Breathing.
"Sun Breathing * Eleventh Form * Halo Dragon Dance"
His body transformed into flames, charging forward like a winding dragon, instantly engulfing all the bullets.
The high temperature turned the bullet red and it quickly softened.
Seeing the Scribe charging towards him, Rui didn't hesitate to abandon the Gatling gun and activate his Blood Demon Art.
He instantly vanished into the shadows, then emerged from another spot a dozen meters away.
"Oh?"
Slightly surprised, the Scribe hadn't expected that Rui's Blood Demon Art could be used in this way.
Even so, I already have a general understanding of it.
The next attack will certainly not fail.
"It's a shame that this thing is broken."
Scribe kicked the Gatling gun at his feet and found that it had been melted by the high temperature.
Otherwise, he would like to try out the feeling of suppressing enemy fire.
Just then, a Flame Slash suddenly flew out from the smoke and dust, heading straight for Rui.
"Mister Scribe, leave this to me. I'll leave the Shadow Wolves to you!"
Ignoring the blood on his forehead, Kyojuro shouted at the Scribe and then continued fighting with Rui.
Without hesitation, the Scribe ran in the direction in which the shadow wolves that had not been killed earlier had advanced.
Although they were all minor monsters to him, without a certain level of strength, an ordinary swordsman would not be able to kill a Shadow Wolf without taking any damage.
He hadn't walked far when he heard the sounds of fighting ahead.
With a single sword strike, he saved the wounded swordsman.
"Scribe... Mister Scribe!"
The wounded swordsman was overjoyed when he saw that it was the Scribe.
"By the way, Kanroji, that direction, Kanroji went in that direction!"
Suddenly remembering something, he pointed in a direction.
But before he could finish speaking, everything went black and he fainted.
Looking in the direction the swordsman pointed, the Scribe thought for a moment and then ran over.
Chapter 229 The Birth of Love Breathing, the Secret of Flame Breathing
After running for a short while, he indeed spotted Kanroji Mitsuri in a street.
Moreover, behind her were the boy who had previously argued with the Scribe and his mother.
Perhaps to protect them, Kanroji Mitsuri was being attacked by several Shadow Wolves at this time.
Whenever she tried to sever its neck, the blade seemed to be absorbed, making it impossible to cut through.
Left with no other option, Kanroji Mitsuri could only resort to brute force to slash.
That's why all her efforts were in vain.
With a look of anxiety on her face, Kanroji Mitsuri kept twisting her body, trying to get rid of the Shadow Wolf's attacks.
Just then, a shadow wolf silently appeared behind her and lunged at her fair neck.
Sensing something behind him, Kanroji realized it was too late to swing his sword.
"Mitsuri, breathe!"
The Scribe's voice suddenly rang out, and then Kanroji Mitsuri's body suddenly began to move on its own.
The Tremor of First Love
He swung his knife rapidly, like a whip, slashing at the Shadow Wolf's body.
Wherever it went, the Shadow Wolf's body was shattered, turning into black mist and dissipating into the air.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"