Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The sky was full of smoke, and the sky was full of fire.

"Breathing of flames, my flow, the shape of the wild, rising up, the vortex of the flames."

A calm voice sounded in the carriage, and the sky-high flame tornado passed through the window magnificently, spreading rapidly and covering the entire carriage.

The flying Yu He fell like stardust, and the surging power was intercepted by the vortex in mid-air, and then gradually collapsed into ashes in the rising fireworks.

Under the incredulous eyes of Nightmare, Lin Heng blocked almost all the attacks alone.

And this was just the beginning.

There was no time to mourn for Yu He's failure, and the wind pillar, Fushigawa Shiya, arrived in the cab next.

"Right here, this is where your head is." Fushigawa Shimi gave a kind smile, his white teeth flashing coldly.

"Wind Breathing, Form 8, First Fierce Wind Slash."

"No——!"

Under Nightmare's horrified gaze, Shimi's body quickly circled around the front of the train with the force of a gust of wind and slashed.

The huge spiral wind blade rolled up, and the scream lasted only halfway, and Nightmare's steel-cast train head broke with a sound.

"Too heavy, full of flaws, and simply vulnerable."

Carrying the Sun Wheel Sword in one hand, Fushigawa Shimi looked out through the broken window with a fierce look.

At this moment, Makijuro and the three little ones had already broken out of the door, and Kyojuro had also settled the passengers in the car, and followed Iguro Obanai and Mitsuri to jump out of the car.

They quickly approached the Hezhe Corps, which was starting to recharge not far away.

Makijuro, the leader, shouted loudly.

"Separate them and don't let them release Yuhe on the passengers again."

"Fire Breathing, Type 1, Shiranui!"

Kyojuro, who came from behind, fell into the valley like a meteor, and his red sword fiercely swept through the surrounding ghosts.

"Fire Breathing, Type 8 Modified, Horizontal·Haoyan Wheel Crown."

The red ring of flames forced back the ghosts who were charging. Without a commander, the Hezhe Corps could only fight on instinct.

"Good job, Kyojuro. You and I, father and son, are together. These ghosts are nothing to worry about."

Swish!

Makijuro's figure quickly caught up, and he and Kyojuro faced the group of enemies back to back.

He looked at the three little ones rushing over and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Everyone, don't forget to miss a few."

"Understood, Lord Purgatory."

The Snake Pillar and the Love Pillar, who arrived later, responded tacitly, and the two Sun Wheel Swords began to bend, dividing the battlefield like a winding snake.

Whoosh, whoosh——

Two ant-shaped kagunes escaped from the encirclement that the pillars had deliberately opened, and headed straight for the three little ones.

"It's our turn!" Tanjiro shouted loudly.

His body leaped into the air, swinging a circular slash wrapped in flames from top to bottom.

A black ant kagune swept its tail and fought Tanjiro without moving.

Unlike the two-headed ghosts that were making up the numbers in the carriage, the enhanced black ant kagune was enough to suppress Tanjiro even if it was only instinct.

In the back-and-forth battle, Tanjiro's heart rate and body temperature continued to rise.

The more the God of Fire Kagura used it, the smoother the sword shape became. Tanjiro improved rapidly in the battle, and the pressure gradually decreased.

The sound of the surrounding battle suddenly became much smaller, and Tanjiro was even able to look up at the battle line of the pillars.

Unlike the tense and exciting life-and-death struggle here, it can be said that the years over there are peaceful and quiet.

The pillars shuttled back and forth in the Hezer Corps, and the burning red Hekken mechanically raised and swung twice.

It didn't seem to be much effort, and the hideous and terrifying evil ghost heads kept flying.

The joint battle of the pillars was simply unstoppable, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, mowing down the grass with its unparalleled strength.

So strong... the pillars are really strong.

However, Tanjiro frowned.

The Demon Slayer Corps couldn't defeat Muzan even with such a strong pillar, which means that the power in front of them is far from enough.

It is impossible to win without successfully mastering the pattern!

Tanjiro, who figured everything out, had a firm look in his eyes.

Mr. Rengoku was right. In order to prevent all these tragedies, to kill Muzan Kibutsuji, and even more for Nezuko.

Even if it costs life, we can only choose to become stronger by any means!

"Please let another one go!"

"Don't die, you shameless little ghost!"

Swoosh——!

As soon as he said it, a lucky mantis kage was violently chopped towards Tanjiro by Fuzukawa Miya.

It attacked from the air just in a flanking position with the original black ant kage.

One against two, under the pressure of death, Tanjiro was like a man with a knife.

The dancer dancing on the front, every step is thrilling.

Heart rate, breaking through 200 times.

Body temperature, 39.3℃.

Finally, after a certain extreme dodge, Tanjiro felt a severe burning sensation on his left forehead.

A flame-shaped pattern quickly covered the burn scar, and the power of the explosion filled his whole body.

Marking, activated.

Tanjiro twisted his body in the air, and the all-round enhanced attributes after the marking was activated supported him to perform high-speed combos like a flying fire dragon.

"Fire God Kagura, the eleventh form, the head of the sun halo!"

The Sun Wheel Sword passed through the heads of the two Hezhe at high speed, and the giant fire dragon devoured the bodies of the evil ghosts and melted them into a ball of ashes.

Snap——!

A crisp sound came, and the Sun Wheel Sword in his hand broke due to high-intensity combat.

The marks on Tanjiro's face faded quickly as he was exhausted. He half-knelt on the ground with one hand leaning on the broken sword, and announced excitedly with the other hand.

"I succeeded everyone! The marks really exist and can greatly enhance one's ability!"

The pillars who easily dealt with the He-Zhe army breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good job! Well done!"

Looking at Tanjiro half-knelt on the ground and gasping for breath, even Fuzugawa Shiya who followed him couldn't help but nod slightly.

Only practical actions can impress others, and Tanjiro's efforts were recognized by the pillars.

"Tsk, you guys have secretly become stronger again, but we will catch up with you soon!"

"Don't listen to him, Tanjiro you are already great."

Zenitsu and Inosuke, who worked together to kill another He-Zhe, helped the weak Tanjiro up one by one, and the three stood side by side.

Just when everyone thought everything was settled and relaxed.

Only Kocho Shinobu and Giyuu, who came late, looked at Lin Heng, who closed his eyes and rested, with some strangeness.

"Sir Bishamonten, what are you doing?"

Touching the Gugu who was shaking his head back and forth in his arms, Lin Heng answered confidently.

"My friend told me that a destined person might appear in a while."

The next moment, a discordant note sounded harshly.

Clang——!

The space not far away fluctuated slightly, and the man with the patriarch's hat on his head took the lead in walking out of the air.

Douma put down the exquisite pottery pot in his hand, and his colorful eyes narrowed slightly, firmly locking his sight on Tanjiro who was held up by two people.

The muffled sound of the jade pot came from inside.

"Swish! It's great, Lord Douma, the enemy has relaxed their vigilance, this is really a great opportunity."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Douma pinched one hand into a trumpet shape and placed it on his mouth, exhaling slightly from his mouth.

Then the extremely cold air condensed into an ice arrow, silently breaking through the air and shooting into the distance.

"Blood Demon Art, Silent Ice Blow Arrow."