NIP Chapter 143 The Flames of Wrath
Chapter 143 The Flames of Wrath
As Rengoku Kyojuro's dream shattered completely, his golden flame-like spiritual will broke free from the illusion's constraints, and that powerful fluctuation instantly returned to reality.
Nightmare, who was standing in the cockpit of the Infinite Train trying to regain control of the situation, suddenly changed his expression and began to panic uncontrollably.
He staggered back half a step, his pale, sickly face losing its composure for the first time, leaving only barely concealed panic and disbelief.
Are these demon hunters... even human? What's wrong with them? How can they be so difficult to deal with?!
Nightmare's mind was on the verge of collapse.
His dream manipulation blood demon technique, which he was so proud of and had never failed, had allowed him to silently hunt down hundreds of humans without ever making a mistake.
Even the most skilled demon hunters are all unable to extricate themselves from their dreams.
But today, we see this in Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, and even in this Flame Pillar.
His most confident abilities collapsed one after another, and the illusion shattered layer by layer, causing his pride in Lower Moon One's dignity to be trampled underfoot.
"What a joke... I'm Lower Moon One, who received the most blood from Lord Muzan, a demon personally recognized by him... How could I possibly, how could I not even be able to restrain a few little devils!"
Nightmare hissed softly, and his face, which had always been sickly gentle, began to twist and distort little by little. The lines in his eyes throbbed violently, and the cold ghostly aura around him surged uncontrollably.
He was still trying to comfort himself, thinking that the shattering of Nezuko and Zenitsu's dreams was just an accident, and that as long as he could keep the strongest Rengoku Kyojuro firmly under control, no threat was a threat.
But now, even Lian Zhu's dream has completely collapsed, his core plan has become a huge joke, and all his arrangements have vanished into thin air.
But Nightmare was, after all, Lower Moon One. After a brief breakdown, he forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, and a sickly smile slowly reappeared on his face.
He stuck out his scarlet tongue and slowly licked his pale, chapped lips, a hint of ruthlessness and cunning flashing in his eyes.
"So what if you wake up? Even if you all break free from the dream, so what?"
He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the entire Infinite Train, then looked down at the two still sleeping at his feet, his tone filled with a sinister confidence.
"On this train of mine, there are hundreds of innocent ordinary passengers, all deeply trapped in the beautiful dream I've woven, their lives entirely in my hands. What's more... behind me are these two little devils who are still fast asleep."
Nightmare's gaze fell on Tanjiro and Inosuke, who were lying on the ground with their eyes closed, and her smile grew increasingly cruel.
He had already planned that even if he couldn't trap all the Demon Slayer Corps members, even if he could make Kyojuro regain his senses, he could use all the passengers on the train as hostages to force the other side not to make any rash moves.
Even if the worst happens, even if everyone is sacrificed, as long as Tanjiro, who betrayed Muzan, can be killed.
He had completed his mission and could give an account to his supreme master.
"As long as I kill you, you traitor, even if I have to sacrifice a lot, Lord Muzan will definitely forgive me..."
Nightmare muttered to herself, preparing to continue activating the Blood Demon Art to completely lock down the dreams of all the passengers as her last resort.
But before he could finish speaking, a terrifyingly high temperature, strong enough to burn through everything and suffocatingly hot, suddenly swept over him from behind.
The temperature was domineering and fierce, carrying the will to burn away evil spirits, instantly enveloping the entire cockpit, as if even the air itself was ignited.
Nightmare froze, then slowly turned her head in disbelief.
The next second, his sickly narrowed eyes suddenly contracted violently, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints, and the sinister smile on his face froze completely, leaving only extreme shock and fear.
Tanjiro, who had been lying motionless on the ground, deep in a dream, had somehow slowly stood up.
His aura was no longer gentle; instead, it surged with violent, fiery red flames that climbed up his clothes and illuminated the entire dimly lit cockpit.
The flame-shaped ghost mark on his forehead was clearer and more profound than ever before, like a mark burned in his bones and blood.
His once clear eyes turned completely crimson, churning with suppressed anger and determination.
Tanjiro stood there quietly, his crimson eyes fixed on Enmu, flames raging around him, yet they did not harm the train in the slightest; all the heat was concentrated into the sharp edge of his demon-slaying technique.
"Huh? Weren't you... still in a dream? How could you...?"
Nightmare screamed in shock, her mind blank, completely unable to comprehend the scene before her.
He could still sense Tanjiro's lingering dream, and the other should still be trapped in the illusion of his family, so how could he suddenly wake up and unleash such a terrifying aura?
He was about to say something to try and calm things down when he saw Tanjiro slowly raise his Nichirin Blade, the blade pointing directly at him, his crimson eyes blazing with fury.
"asshole!"
In his demon form, Tanjiro roared with extreme rage, the sound so loud it made the cockpit vibrate slightly.
"My father... how could he say such a thing! How dare you use my most respected father, my family, to weave lies and humiliate the most important person in my heart!"
Upon hearing Tanjiro's words, Enmu was completely terrified and stood frozen in place.
It never imagined that it was its own father who wanted to manipulate Tanjiro, using the cruelest words to break down Tanjiro's psychological defenses.
But it never expected that this would lead to the destruction of the most precious thing in Tanjiro's heart.
In the dream, Tanjiro's father, Tanjuro, looked coldly at Tanjiro and then slapped him hard.
"Tanjiro, what about what you promised me?"
*Smack!*
The crisp, resounding slap echoed throughout the entire snow-capped mountain.
Tanjiro turned his head to the side passively and stood there blankly.
But Tanjuro said something extremely cruel.
"Look at yourself now, you've become a ghost! Why don't you just die? You can't even protect your mother, your younger brother and sister anymore. How dare you live with the skin of a demon? Why don't you just die?!"
These cruel words were like a sharp knife piercing Tanjiro's ears.
At that moment, his joy and resentment at seeing his father turned into a raging fire of anger.
He stared coldly at the father before him, a man completely different from the one he remembered.
His Blood Demon Art activated instantly, and fiery red flames enveloped his entire body.
The Nichirin Blade in his hand began to turn completely black.
The hand holding the knife trembled uncontrollably.
Tanjiro's teeth were grinding together in anger, and he practically squeezed out the words through his teeth.
"No matter what kind of ghost you are, daring to humiliate my father like this, I will kill you!"