Death and Rui's Realization

He bent down and chose to attack from below.

"Dance of the Fire God * Azure Sky!"

Flames crackled around the blade as a circular slash was unleashed, striking Lei's head with deadly force.

His eyes widened, his teeth clenched, and his face was filled with surprise.

The next second, his head flew off and flew backward.

The headless body also leaned back and crashed heavily to the ground.

And because she was so tired, her head flew off, and the spider web in front of Nezuko also...

"It's a success!"

Tanjiro watched as his exhausted head fell to the ground, panting heavily.

He won. He protected Nezuko, he protected the Scribe, and he protected the bond.

But he is in great pain now, his vision is narrowed, and he can hardly see anymore.

The tinnitus was so severe that I was completely unable to move my entire body.

He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

Nezuko saw Tanjiro collapse and quickly ran over to check on his body.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

With his chest heaving, Tanjiro, disregarding his physical condition, managed to speak to Nezuko with difficulty.

"I'm fine, you go and check if that ghost is dead."

Nezuko readily agreed and stood up, intending to go over and check.

But at that moment, the Scribe walked up to the two of them.

He grabbed Nezuko's arm and shook his head.

Don't go over there.

After saying that, he shouted something towards the tired "corpse" not far away.

"Don't lie there, isn't the ground cold?"

Nezuko paused for a moment, but quickly understood what the Scribe meant.

"Could it be that that guy is still alive?!"

"Otherwise, I think this guy is not only someone who likes to use violence to exert pressure, but also a natural-born actor."

As he spoke, he pointed to the "corpse" not far away.

"How could a demon be decapitated by Nichirin Blade have survived to this day without any trace of disappearing?"

Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Tanjiro, who was lying on the ground, also realized something.

When he severed the opponent's head, he clearly activated the Azure Sky, launching an attack from below.

But why wasn't the tired head cut in half, but instead thrown away?

"Get up, I don't offer laundry services."

With a cold smile, a glint flashed in the Scribe's eyes.

The ghost did not disappear after death; he only knew one possibility: it was directly poisoned by the toxins of the Wisteria.

Tanjiro is clearly not the type to use Wisteria, so there's only one possibility.

Tiredness is like voluntarily cutting off your own brain.

Sure enough, after the Scribe spoke, Lei's body on the ground trembled and then he stood up.

"Are you really human? Your brain is so smart."

With a gentle wave of his hand, several strands of spider silk flew out from his hand and stuck to a head not far away.

With a strong tug, the head flew into his hand.

As she placed it back around her neck, a grimace of exhaustion appeared on her face. (Reading by Lala)

I haven't been this angry in a long time. As a price, the three of you will suffer the wrath of the Twelve Kizuki.

After the head was placed on it, the wound healed rapidly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"I want to cut you into pieces, piece by piece."

Seeing Rui stand up again, Tanjiro also struggled to get up and continue fighting.

But no matter how hard he tried, his body felt like it was falling apart and he couldn't control it at all.

"Stand up, stand up, my body!"

Blood covered his hands, and the veins on his tired face bulged out.

It's clear that he's serious this time.

They crossed their hands together and then started playing with the rope.

A large amount of spider silk was sprayed out, forming a large web similar to a trap for insects.

"The spider silk will bind you, tightening little by little, causing you unprecedented pain."

"I said, can you please not ignore me?"

Raising his head, the Scribe smiled as he moved his hand to the Nichirin Blade.

Chapter 280 Death, Awakening from Exhaustion

"Ignore you?"

He paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, his face almost overflowing with anger.

"Don't worry, after I kill those two guys, it'll be your turn next."

After he finished speaking, the "flower rope" in his palm flew out.

"Blood Demon Art * Killing Eye Cage"

As a spider web capable of binding enemies from all directions, the Killing Eye Cage can strangle an opponent in one fell swoop after capturing them.

Once it flew out, the Killing Eye Cage enveloped Tanjiro and Nezuko.

Under Lei's control, the spider web continued to shrink.

Before long, I had already touched his body.

The clothes on his body were easily shredded and then dug into his flesh.

"Ughhhhh!"

Feeling the pain of his skin and flesh being cut open, Tanjiro couldn't help but cry out.

But in the next second, all the pain disappeared.

The Scribe simply swung his knife lightly, and all the spider silk was severed.

"What!"

Looking at the burning spider silk, Lei found it hard to believe that the Scribe in front of him could so easily break through his moves.

Although it looks somewhat similar to Tanjiro's moves on the surface, the feeling it gives is completely different.

If Tanjiro's attack is likened to a torch, then the feeling that the Scribe gave him was like the sun hanging high in the blue sky.

Even though I haven't felt the sun for a long time, at this moment, my senses are so clear.

Despite this, Lei's anger only intensified.

"You all pop out here! You all seem to enjoy ruining my plans, you bunch of scum!"

He gently cut open his skin, letting the blood cover the surface.

This time, not only the palms, but the entire forearm was covered.

My arms were so tired, as if they had just been pulled from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and they smelled strongly of blood.

"Blood Demon Art * Thread Rotation"

Countless threads of the highest hardness erupted and wove into a giant vortex-shaped cocoon in the air.

Centered on the cocoon, several lines were firmly inserted.

Once attacked, the fragile human body will be reduced to a meat skewer.

"Third Form * Crimson Sun Mirror"

With a raised arm and a gentle flick, the Scribe unleashed a deep red, arc-shaped slash.

Wherever the slash landed, the spider silk was ignited and burned fiercely.

"?!"

Seeing that his strongest attack was still easily neutralized by his opponent, Lei's eyes widened in disbelief.

He didn't see clearly; the other person had only slashed once, so how could it have caused such damage?

His mind raced as he repeatedly reviewed the scene he had just witnessed, trying to find any omissions.

But the Scribe was already close to him.

With just a light flick, his tired head flew off.

This time, he had no chance to react at all, and his head was chopped off.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

He felt his head being chopped off, and his eyes were filled with rage.

"Why, why did this happen?"

All I wanted was to feel the bond between my family, so why were these people stopping me?

At that moment, Lei suddenly felt his falling head stop.

The Scribe suddenly grabbed his head!

"What do you want to do? You've already won."

His tone was cold, and Lei was clearly somewhat resentful.

Despite being exhausted, Scribe was not angry; he simply replied.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to show you something."

After saying that, he pointed with his finger.

Following the direction the Scribe pointed, Lei saw Tanjiro and Nezuko lying not far away.

When facing his own "Killing Eye Cage," Tanjiro used the last bit of strength in his body to pin Nezuko down.

Having withstood the majority of the attacks, his body is now covered in wounds.

Despite this, Tanjiro showed no sign of regret.

"This is..."

Looking at the two of them, Lei, who was about to say something, fell silent.

The severed head trembled as it walked toward them, as if trying to reach them.

But not long after he left, having lost the command of his head, his body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Seeing Rui's tired body, Tanjiro had just opened his eyes, unexpectedly reached out and placed his hand on Rui's body.

"You exude a sense of sadness, a sadness that is difficult for ordinary people to comprehend."

As he felt the warmth of Tanjiro's palm, his expression changed.

That was the warmth he had longed for, like gentle sunshine.

He had felt this way some time ago, he didn't know.

Ancient memories surfaced from the depths of my mind, bringing back a flood of recollections of the past.

This feeling is the warmth of my hands when I'm sunbathing with my parents.