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

The explosion woke up the whole of Tokyo, and the flames that shot up into the sky illuminated the city that was in the transition period between ancient and modern times.

In those areas where no bombs were placed, people who had escaped by chance walked out of their homes in panic and came to the streets.

They were horrified to find that the familiar blocks in the past were gone.

Looking up, they saw only ruins, wailing and chaos.

"What happened?"

The Dorayaki held in front of her chest fell unconsciously.

Mitsuri Kanroji trembled slightly, widened her eyes, and looked at the purgatory scene in front of her in disbelief.

In this noisy environment, a sinister bullet cut through the air and shot directly at Kyojuro and the other man.

The inexperienced girl knew nothing and was still immersed in the shock brought by the explosion.

"Mitsuri, be careful!"

Bang!

Kyojuro, who was always on guard, suddenly exerted force and pushed Mitsuri away.

The next moment, a deep bullet mark appeared on the wall behind them, and a pungent smell of gunpowder came.

"Mr. Purgatory, is this a ghost attack? There are explosions everywhere on the street. What should we do now?"

Mitsuri, who was performing a mission for the first time, covered her mouth in shock and was still a little at a loss.

Kyojuro clenched his fists, but did not lose his mind and ordered calmly.

"Mitsuri, go and help everyone solve the bombs now. Leave the ghosts hiding in the dark to me, please!"

"Well! I'll go over to help right away. Kyojuro, you have to be careful."

Nodding, Mitsuri, who had a mission, immediately ran towards the burning street.

What a pity...

Pei Lang on the roof spat regretfully.

Since he was dodged, he would fire another shot.

Reaching out to take out the bullet from the shadow, Pei Lang reloaded and aimed again, but only Mitsuri, who was running, was left in the mirror.

Gone! Where is she?

"Breathing of Flame, One Form, Shiranui."

The next moment, a raging fire burst out, and Kyojuro stepped on the flames from the ground.

The Sun Wheel Sword wrapped in red flames slashed forward, and the momentum went straight for Pei Lang's head.

Subconsciously smashing the rifle in his hand at Kyojuro, Pei Lang did a backflip to avoid the slash of the flames.

Then Pei Lang landed steadily on the ground, and then rolled quickly, pulling back the distance.

Swish!

The Sun Wheel Sword fiercely cut the gun into two sections, and Kyojuro's furious figure fell to the ground, and his sharp eagle eyes pierced Pei Lang.

"There are numbers in your left eye. As expected, you are the Twelve Demon Moons directly under Muzan Kibutsuji."

Kyojuro continued angrily, "It's unforgivable, despicable, and you actually attacked ordinary citizens indiscriminately."

Peilang, who rolled away in embarrassment, stood still and then roared hysterically.

"All this is because of you. They all died to force you out.

The humiliation you once left me is so unforgettable, but today is your death.

Wake up, Purgatory!"

Kyojuro said loudly and seriously, "Because of me? I can't understand it at all. Who are you?"

"What, you dare to forget it, ah ah ah ah ah!"

Peilang gritted his teeth in hatred, and was so crazy that he couldn't help himself.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several consecutive gunshots, bullets shot into the demon's head one after another, and the empty pistol was thrown on the ground casually.

Peilang, who was in a frenzy, used the pain to force himself to calm down, and then looked at Kyojuro with a sinister look.

"Okay, very good, it doesn't matter. Even if you forget, I will make you remember it when I die."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Behind Kyojuro, the sky-high flames rose again.

The second round of timed explosions, a series of explosions came from the streets, people's collapse and cries, and the wailing sound resounded throughout Tokyo.

Kill him as soon as possible, and then help everyone earlier.

Having made up his mind, Kyojuro clenched the Nichirin sword and prepared to attack.

However, the next moment, a bullet shot at his forehead at high speed.

Kyojuro reacted quickly and raised the Nichirin sword to block and protect the vitals.

In a hurry, the violent impact of the bullet made him step back several steps.

Where did the bullet come from?

The pistol on the opposite side had been emptied just now, and it was thrown on the ground.

Kyojuro looked up and saw a dozen muskets sticking out from the front of Peilang's torso.

The next moment, the muskets fired at once, and a dense rain of bullets swept towards Kyojuro.

There were too many of them, and the speed was too fast, so there was no time to dodge.

Running footsteps

Stopping, Kyojuro changed to holding the knife with both hands and facing the rain of bullets.

Then don't avoid it, attack head-on!

"Fourth form, vortex of flames."

The red flame vortex sucked in all the incoming bullets.

The impact force was quickly dissipated by the layers of intertwined flames, and broken bullets fell to the ground one by one.

"Tsk, it's really hard, the weapon is overheated."

The dense flames suddenly stagnated, and white smoke came out of the muzzle of Peilang's gun.

Without the suppression of firepower, the flame vortex dispersed, but Kyojuro in the center was gone.

"Damn it, damn purgatory!"

Peilang threw away the overheated gun, and a dark shadow began to fluctuate on his chest.

Kyojuro, who was hiding behind the wooden board, had his eyes lit up.

Found it, it's a shadow!

That should be the effect of his blood demon art, which can take out guns with the shadow as the medium in his body.

Without finding Kyojuro, Peilang pulled out two pistols from his chest and loudly provoked Kyojuro.

"No matter where you hide, remember, countless people in Tokyo will die because of you today."

"Listen to their wailing, Rengoku, can you still call yourself a member of the Demon Slayer Corps? Are you worthy of the feathers on your body?

What Flame Pillar, are you worthy!? You can't even protect ordinary people, it's you who killed them!"

It's because of you that they died!

It is precisely because of the existence of evil ghosts like you that humans will never have peace.

Kyojuro will not doubt himself because of the opponent's offensive words, he gritted his teeth, his will will never waver.

He clenched the Nichirin Sword, and with one hand, he pushed the wooden board he was hiding on to Peilang.

"So it's hidden here."

Peilang let out a strange howl, and pulled the trigger quickly with both hands.

Several consecutive bullets penetrated the wooden board, but there was no figure behind him.

"It should be up there!"

With a roar, Kyojuro, who had jumped with the help of a wooden board, fell from the air, and the flames rose.

"Three forms, arrogance!"

The red Nichirin sword slashed into Peilang's neck fiercely, but the Lower String Two in front of him smiled.

"What a pity! Has anger narrowed your vision, Purgatory?"

The sticky texture came from the Nichirin sword, and Kyojuro's face changed slightly.

It didn't hit the entity, and the blade seemed to be stuck in a muddy swamp, unable to be pulled out or inserted.

Unbelievable, the opponent wrapped his neck tightly with a shadow, and the Nichirin sword couldn't cut the vitals.

Blood demon art can do this, is this the Twelve Demon Moons?

It's hard to imagine that the pillars are facing such a terrifying opponent.

Realizing that Peilang is difficult to deal with, Kyojuro's veins popped up on his hands, and he swung the Nichirin sword even harder.

Oh, continue to struggle weakly.

Peilang raised his mouth, and a mass of objects wrapped in black tape fell out of the screen in front of his chest.

It's a bomb!

Kyojuro's fiery red pupils shrank.

Bingo!

The answer is correct, but there is no reward!

Peilang laughed wildly, controlling the shadow to light the fuse.

"I'll give you a big explosion, and you'll fall into purgatory like this! Hahaha..."

The next moment, the flames suddenly erupted with the bomb as the center point, instantly engulfing the two who were still in a stalemate.