Chapter 958
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Chapter 958 A Lone Battle Maiden
Osaka.
The roaring explosions echoed throughout the ruins, and the black sun hovering above the throne was frantically killing the approaching corpse beasts.
At this moment, the number of corpse beasts surrounding from all directions of the “human circle” had risen to a terrifying level. Looking around from central Osaka, giant corpse beasts were swarming from all directions. A rough count showed there were seventy to eighty of them!
Among the corpse beast horde, Bai Li Pang Pang, surrounded by precious light, smashed a corpse beast’s skull and stood still, breathing heavily. He scanned the approaching wall of corpse beasts around him, his expression turning grim.
“Damn it, why are there so many of these monsters?”
He turned his head and shouted to someone nearby: “Old Cao! Are you okay?!”
At this moment, Crazy Cao Yuan, who was already surrounded by three corpse beasts, was rapidly dodging their attacks. His movements were so fast they left afterimages, yet he still couldn’t break free.
Bai Li Pang Pang gritted his teeth, about to go help, when a figure descended from the sky trailing numerous ice threads, slicing one of the corpse beasts into pieces.
“An Qing Yu!” Bai Li Pang Pang’s eyes lit up seeing that person, but noticing the familiar black coffin missing from their back, he asked puzzledly: “Where’s Sister Jiang Er?”
“These corpse beasts don’t have consciousness or brain magnetic fields, so Jiang Er’s abilities are ineffective against them. I left her in that formation,” An Qing Yu explained.
Snap-!
At the same time, a crisp finger snap rang out, and a raging fire storm instantly swept past behind Bai Li Pang Pang, obliterating a corpse beast that was about to ambush him.
Shen Qing Zhu, riding a golden sword shadow and holding the black [Soul-Breaking Blade], stood in the high sky. His gaze swept across the surroundings as he spoke gravely:
“Don’t let your guard down. These things are growing in number, and our situation is becoming more dangerous.”
“When will this ever end?” Bai Li Pang Pang rubbed his ears, as if trying to rub the continuous roaring sounds out of his head, and spoke bitterly, “If this continues, we won’t last much longer…”
An Qing Yu pushed up his glasses without answering, silently raising his head to look at the iron throne in the distant sky.
Lin Qi Ye, seated on the throne suppressing the extreme evil uprising, frowned slightly.
He could clearly feel that among the people pinned to the ground by [Tyrant’s Wrath], although their bodies couldn’t move or harm others, some had begun to self-mutilate.
They stared with blood-red eyes, violently smashing their foreheads against the ground. Large patches of blood stained the ground, their expressions fierce and maniacal.
Some had broken their own teeth, with broken tooth fragments mixed with blood dripping from their mouths. Their muscles gradually swelled as they used all their strength, trying to stand up even at the cost of damaging their own bodies.
These people who had completely lost their minds and devolved into beasts, though few in number, revealed a critically important message.
[Tyrant’s Wrath] could not contain people who had completely gone mad.
If this continued, as the red moon’s pollution gradually penetrated the Yata Mirror, casualties would still occur among the crowd and continue to expand.
This “human circle” was reaching its limit…
…
At the foot of Mount Fuji.
Star Xiang Tai knelt in a pool of blood, holding Takehime in his arms, frozen in shock.
“Reincarnation…” he muttered.
Takehime gently gripped Star Xiang Tai’s hand with her only remaining hand. Her vermillion haori had completely merged with the blood pool beneath her. She spoke with a smile:
“You and I have been connected for hundreds of years. In each of your reincarnations, I would watch you being born and growing up, waiting for the right moment to appear by your side.
I know that although I have a flesh and blood body, I am essentially just a Magatsukami blade… but so what?
In my previous life, I was your beloved wedded wife. As a blade spirit, I can still be your exclusive Magatsukami blade, holding your umbrella and killing for you.
Xiang Tai,
I will forever… be your one and only [Takehime].”
Star Xiang Tai looked at her increasingly pale face, suddenly coming to his senses, and held her tightly in his arms.
“Now is not the time to talk about reincarnation! Speaking like this, it sounds like you’re leaving your last words!” Star Xiang Tai’s hands were covered in Takehime’s blood as he kept shaking his head. “You won’t die, you’re a Magatsukami blade spirit. As long as this blade exists, you won’t die!”
As if remembering something, he raised his head to look at Kohara Yoshiki in the distance and shouted:
“Kohara! Your [Kamuikami] can repair other Magatsukami blades, right? Quick, save her!”
Kohara Yoshiki tapped the hilt of [Kamuikami], and an elderly man emerged like smoke – the blade spirit of this Magatsukami blade, and the only human involved in forging the Nine Magatsukami Blades, Kotsuki Yukitaka.
Kotsuki Yukitaka looked at Takehime in Star Xiang Tai’s arms with a complex expression and slowly spoke:
“She won’t die… but this physical body cannot be saved.”
“What do you mean?” Star Xiang Tai was stunned.
“Normal Magatsukami blade spirits don’t have physical bodies,” Kotsuki Yukitaka spoke slowly. “Manifesting a physical body requires enormous time and power. Even among the Nine Magatsukami Blades, not every one has this ability. Only Takehime achieved this.
When this body dies, she will return to the Magatsukami blade as an intangible blade spirit. After a period of nurturing, she will awaken.”
Hearing this, Star Xiang Tai let out a slight sigh of relief. “So, she’ll be alright?”
“Yes, but this way, she won’t be able to leave the Magatsukami blade anymore, nor stay by your side like before,” Kotsuki Yukitaka spoke slowly. “We blade spirits, though immortal, pay the price of never being truly free.
Unless…”
“Unless what?”
Kotsuki Yukitaka shook his head without speaking.
“Unless the blade body and blade spirit are actively separated.”
Another voice came from afar as Amemiya Haruhide staggered to his feet, coughing a few times. “Only then can the blade spirit escape the prison of the forged blade body and return to freedom…”
“Amemiya? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” Amemiya Haruhide took a deep breath. His injured body slowly walked to the wooden box on the ground, and he looked up at the increasingly red sky.
“We’re running out of time…”
He muttered.
Amemiya Haruhide glanced at Yuzuriha Shirahana fighting the corpse god in the distance, determination appearing in his eyes. He cut his palm with the blade edge, crimson blood flowing down.
He reached out his hand, slowly grasping toward the Magatsukami blade in the wooden box…
