The Front of the Train / Battle for the Locomotive

With his eyes narrowed, the Scribe had already made his plans, constantly sensing the situation around him.

He would act immediately if anything seemed amiss.

"That's basically it. Let's get started."

At the same moment the Scribe finished speaking, a change occurred inside the train.

Clumps of flesh and blood emerged from various parts of the carriage, clinging to the passengers as if they were alive.

As it wriggled, it seemed to want to devour them.

These passengers were still in a dream, completely unaware of the terrible things happening to them outside.

"Let's do it!"

Chapter 322 Train Front

At the same moment the Scribe spoke, Tanjiro and the others rushed out.

"Beast Breathing * Fifth Fang* Frenzied Slash!"

Inosuke, who launched the first attack, shouted as he attacked.

"I knew from the beginning that this guy was going to be a monster, and I was right!"

Wherever the blade struck, all flesh and blood were severed and fell to the ground.

"I can save your lives!"

Amidst the laughter, Inosuke spoke to the sleeping passenger beside him.

"When you wake up, remember to kneel down and praise Darkness!"

Although he was very pleased with himself, Inosuke did not forget his mission.

He kept swinging his Nichirin Blade, frantically slicing the generated strips of meat.

As the fifth fang of Beast Breathing, Berserk Slash is a combat technique that attacks from all directions simultaneously.

It is also the most suitable for dealing with situations where one is completely surrounded by the enemy.

Not only Inosuke, Nezuko Zenitsu also used their sword skills.

But looking at the little bubbles on Zenitsu's nose, it seems like he's fallen asleep again?

Kyojuro drew his Nichirin Blade and looked at the strips of flesh reaching towards him without the slightest panic.

"This situation is truly unworthy of the name of Pillar."

He gripped the Nichirin Blade tightly in both hands, his legs slightly bent.

"It's like wanting to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it!"

After speaking, he swung his Nichirin Blade down suddenly.

An endless burst of flames instantly burned the surrounding strips of meat to ashes.

As the strongest person besides the Scribe, and also a user of the Flame Breathing.

The slash used by Kyojuro was enough to cause great damage to the fleshy strips formed by Enmu's body.

Even if it recovers, it will take quite a while.

"This train has eight carriages in total. I'll take care of the rest; the rest are in your care!"

Tanjiro said something to Kyojuro and the others behind him, and without waiting for their reply, he rushed out.

As he charged forward, he made a sound like an explosion.

"Bang!"

The carriage shook violently, followed by a long streak of flame.

Wherever the flames reached, the strips of meat were chopped to pieces.

Seeing Kyojuro's superb strength, Tanjiro opened his mouth in surprise.

"Don't get excited, just focus on your training, you can do it too."

Patting him on the shoulder, Scribe didn't forget to remind him.

"Let's find that guy's weakness."

Tanjiro opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something more.

But when he saw Nezuko, Zenitsu, and Inosuke fighting hard, he smiled.

There shouldn't be any problem leaving this to them.

With that thought in mind, Tanjiro followed the Scribe and left the carriage.

"Your nose must have smelled something."

"Um."

Nodding, Tanjiro then pointed in a direction and spoke.

"The closer you get to that direction, the stronger the ghostly smell becomes."

"Is that so?"

Looking in the direction Tanjiro pointed, the Scribe said with a smile.

'That's where the front of this train is.'

"At the forefront."

After repeating the Scribe's words a few times, Tanjiro seemed to have thought of something.

"So, are you going?"

Taking a deep breath, Tanjiro then spoke firmly.

"Of course, I'll go!"

Without saying a word, the Scribe continued walking forward.

Soon, they arrived at their destination.

Chapter 323 Battle of the Locomotive

The front of the train was naturally where the coal was stored.

Reaching the very front of the train, Tanjiro eagerly jumped off.

As soon as he went down, he saw a Train Conductor adjusting the equipment.

"It's dangerous here, please leave immediately!"

After looking around, Tanjiro spoke to the Train Conductor.

"There's a ghost here!"

But the Train Conductor ignored Tanjiro's shouts and yelled at him instead.

"Who are you? Get out of here!"

As if they had heard what the Train Conductor said, the surrounding walls and ground changed immediately after he finished speaking.

Countless chunks of flesh squeezed out from the gaps, transforming into disgusting hands that reached for Tanjiro.

"So many hands!"

Seeing the hand reaching for him, Tanjiro frowned and used his technique.

He kept swinging his sword, one strike after another.

Every hand that came near him was cut off by him.

At his feet lay countless severed hands.

However, there were simply too many hands forming around him, and even with Tanjiro's powerful slashes, their number showed no signs of decreasing.

Soon, a hand broke through his defensive perimeter.

"Not good!"

With his eyes wide open, Tanjiro had no time to defend himself and saw a hand grab his neck.

Then came the second one, and the third one.

More than a dozen hands followed from behind, gripping Tanjiro tightly.

"Breathing is so difficult."

Tanjiro's face turned red as the force of the palm was applied.

Just as he was in danger, a ray of light suddenly flashed.

I felt a sudden relaxation in my body, and the next second my breathing became smooth again.

"Cough cough."

Clutching his throat, Tanjiro knelt on the ground and shook his head violently before he recovered.

"Mister Scribe, thank you."

Without saying a word, the Scribe simply swung his sword.

But despite the seemingly simple movement, no hand could get close enough to reach the two of them.

"You should also be able to sense the ghost's location; knock it out."

"Yes!"

Nodding, Tanjiro already knew the location of the demon.

His nose had already told him that the smell was strongest under their feet.

Without hesitation, Tanjiro raised his Nichirin Blade high and then slashed down.

"Bang!"

The Nichirin Blade made contact with the ground, producing a loud thud.

Cracks appeared on the ground, spreading rapidly in all directions.

Sensing that their defenses were being attacked, a sharp scream came from below.

"Aaaaaah!"

Just like the sound of fingernails scratching hard on a blackboard, Tanjiro got goosebumps when he heard it.

A tingling sensation came over him, making him want to let go of the knife.

But my consciousness tells me that my attack is correct and effective.

Thinking this, Tanjiro gripped his sword even tighter.

With his powerful swing, a large hole was quickly created in the ground.

When Tanjiro saw what was under the floor, he couldn't help but gasp.

He had no idea that there would be bones under the floorboards.

The ghost's spine!

Several bones emerged from beneath the ground, with numerous nerves connecting them to the surface.

"It must be cut off!"

Gritting his teeth, Tanjiro launched another attack.

But clearly, Enmu wouldn't give him that chance.

Countless chunks of flesh appeared, along with several hands, blocking his Nichirin Blade.

"Pfft!"

Despite Tanjiro's powerful swing and the Nichirin Blade severing his arm, the force of that attack had been exhausted.

The moment the Nichirin Blade was retracted, countless more shards of flesh and blood surged forth.

Like a swarm of ants, they blocked the hole that Tanjiro had painstakingly created.