Chapter 307

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Chapter 307: The Dish Is on the Table, I’m Afraid You Won’t Be Able to Enjoy It

"The main dish is here!"

With this sound, being pushed out by a wooden cart were two sword witches tied to a rack.

Covered with a black sack over their head, their clothes tattered, showing numerous scars, their flesh torn open, blood flowing freely.

If this appearance were to be seen in a brothel or a lavish mansion, it would surely disgust many patrons.

But this greatly stimulated the desires of these group of cannibal monsters.

"Wow, this leg is so big and fair, and very tender."

"This piece of fat is quite good, I’ll take it!"

"Mmm, it smells so good! This aroma is making it hard for me to resist."

"Roll down, it’s your turn to have the first bite! Who are you sending it to, anyway?"

These words were spoken by a living man, and it could unfold into an action-packed scene.

But according to these inhumane beings, what came next would definitely be a horror movie.

Amidst the sound of arguments, the two sword witches were heard struggling weakly. Their magical power had already been depleted, and it was clear that their limbs were dislocated.

The main character was the Smiling Buddha, holding two knives in its hands, creating a friction that produced a creaking sound.

"These two are tough nuts, I opened eighteen cuts on them but they didn’t even utter a word of pain."

"If those of you with insufficient abilities were to replace them, you would all be killed. They have also killed many resentful spirits and wandering souls."

"Look, look at my hands, back, and knees, they have been cut several times. Oh, it hurts just thinking about it…"

The butcher’s face was filled with creases of flesh.

"These two are shrine’s sword witches, high-level goods. Not only do they have fair and smooth skin but also possess abundant spiritual power. Taking a bite from them can enhance cultivation."

"This kind of sword witch is quite rare, you’re lucky ones. I was reluctant to give it to you, but today, I’ll make an exception for you, so that you won’t doubt the ability of the Hundred Demons Party."

"When the hundred demons feast begins, each of you will be able to enjoy the best delights!"

Its voice resounded, instantly stirring up a clamor among the spirits.

"The boss was generous!"

"It’s a sword witch, hahaha! It was my distant cousin’s friend’s uncle who was killed by the sword witch!"

"The sword witch of the shrine can be captured, I must taste it, I was nearly stabbed to death before, today I must have my revenge!"

"Who do you think you are? With your worn-out belly, no matter how much you eat, it will all fall off!"

The spirits were chattering away, but as the smiling Buddha lifted his hand, they immediately became quiet.

"Okay," said the butcher as he finished sharpening his sword, speaking in a deep voice, "It’s time to start."

He took off the hoods from the faces of two sword witches. Both of them were young sword witches, their magical powers and training peaked in their forties or fifties, but most people died in their twenties or thirties. It was unknown how many sword witches had died at the mouths of evil demons.

Shimizu glanced at Ise with difficulty and forced an ugly smile, "We… can’t escape this calamity today."

Ise is even calmer than Shimizu, or rather indifferent and numb, saying, "I know."

Inside the realm of sword witches, someone quietly kept track of various ways of dying.

Because the mortality rate was incredibly high, even such data was secretly passed around among the young sword witches.

When every sword witch learns about this data, they would privately ask acquaintances they know, "Have you ever considered your own way of dying? In case of being slain, what kind of death would you prefer?"

By sharing this secret, they relieved the burden within their hearts, playfully inquiring of others, and expressing their inner fears and sorrows.

Shimizu said that if she were to truly die, she would rather die within illusions. For illusions have the power to entice out the desires deep within her heart, at least allowing her to die within a dream.

Ise, on the other hand, said that she never thought about such things. She believed that the true spirit of a sword witch was to survive until the very last moment.

"Do you regret it?" Shimizu whispered, "You could have stayed at the Ise Shrine, but instead, you chose to follow me and met a deadly end."

"Dummy," Ise lifted her eyes, offering no further explanation after uttering those words.

Shimizu shed tears of sadness.

"Don’t cry," Ise said coldly, "Don’t let them underestimate us, underestimate the sword witches."

The butcher gripped his cleaver, marveling, "Even at the brink of death, you choose to be defiant? When I extract your heart and liver, I reckon you’ll be crying too."

"You can give it a try," Ise clenched her teeth and smirked.

She was the one with great potential among the sword witches, and before Jingūji unleashed her hidden powers, her peers believed she would become one of the Three Instruments in the next decade.

However, life is unpredictable, Ise knew well that a sword witch is just like that. It is not surprising when accidents happen and one could die at any moment. She didn’t come to the shrine just to follow her good friend, but because she truly longed for the responsibilities of being a sword witch. She also imagined breaking free from the confines of her everyday life, abandoning the easy path that was right in front of her eyes, and choosing a more perilous journey, in an attempt to become a hero.

Now she faced death, with a horde of demons waiting to devour her flesh, and crush her bones. In that moment, she realized with sudden clarity, that she hadn’t desired to become a hero after all. Instead, she harbored a deep hatred for these cannibalistic beings.

She didn’t regret dying here, but rather regretted not having the power to wipe them out completely, regretted the inability to spread the news.

Whenever she thought about not being able to fulfill the shrine’s instructions, about the impending catastrophe that Shikoku Town faced, a fiery turmoil burned within her heart.

Rather than the fear of death, she felt more regret.

However, the next moment that made her pupils contract was the fact that the butcher sword actually moved away from in front of her and turned towards the other side.

Shimizu felt a tug on her hair, and a butcher sword was placed against her neck, creating a trail of blood.

The determination in Ise’s eyes crumbled halfway, as she stared at the butcher and said, "If anyone’s going to be killed, it will be me!"

"That expression is just right," Smiling Buddha chuckled, his mouth twisted. "But I want you to watch as your friend dies first."

The soul filled with resentment and anger would serve as a good seasoning for the evil demons.

Shimizu lifted her neck, and the fear in her eyes gradually dissipated.

The sword witch looked at her closest friend in life and smiled, saying, "Don’t bow your head, don’t let them underestimate the sword witch."

"After all that useless talk, it’s time for the ingredients to lie still," the butcher raised his blade, "Next… is the time for slaughter."

The group of evil demons excitedly closed in, eagerly awaiting to taste the delicious heart and fresh flesh.

In the end, why do demons and monsters devour humans? After all, many of them used to be humans themselves.

It is mainly because of an insatiable hunger, a desire of the deceased for the living, an impulse to seize spiritual essence, that constantly tempts them to fight over what they have long lost from the living. The specific manifestation of this is the devouring of flesh and blood, the fresher and younger, the better. Even though they know that after a momentary satisfaction comes an endless downfall, they cannot resist this feeling and ultimately become wicked spirits that must be vanquished.

If it weren’t for a sword that deters them, they would have long been wandering the streets at night, devouring all life.

This is the origin of the grand feast of spirits. What lies before us now is merely a glimpse of the cruel reality, like the tip of an iceberg.

Ise stared at the group of spirits, who targeted and devoured their chosen victims, and let out a scream of extreme anger and despair, "You wicked spirits, even if the shrine’s sword witches shed their last drop of blood, you will still pay for your sins! I curse you, even in death, I will curse you, condemned to be tortured in the deepest inferno, never to be reborn!"

But curses are of no use here, for this is already a hellish realm, where demons dance wildly and evil demons grin menacingly.

She exerted her final strength, gazing at her dear friend, and with a last trace of serenity, embraced death.

She tried her best to conceal her fear of death and the inherent vulnerability within her.

The butcher grinned maliciously as he swung his blade, amidst the cries of the spirits, striking at the sword witch’s exposed spine with the force of his blow.

However, they heard a piercing sound of metallic clash.

Sudden flashes of sword lights burst forth, swiftly cutting through the midst of the spirits, creating a clear path.

With a fierce strike, the blade hit the butcher’s cleaver in a precise manner, cleaving it into two pieces.

The butcher was startled, and in an instant, he leaped ten steps away.

Amidst the shimmering cold light, a Han sword emerged, its blade spinning and swirling through the air. Finally, it descended and was plunged into the ground. And then…

Roar!

An illusory and ferocious tiger shadow emerged from the blade, its roar echoing through the spine, injecting a chilling sensation into the empty minds of the wicked spirits.

The group of evil demons scattered in all directions, leaving behind a lone sword-wielding demon in place.

The other demons looked at his forehead, feeling that his left and right sides of the face were not aligned, with a vertical line appearing in the middle, like a watermelon split into two halves.

"My head is kind of hurting…"

The sword-wielding demon clutched its head, and in the next moment, it exploded on the spot, its soul scattering and dying in a way that couldn’t be any more final.

Many wicked spirits were utterly astonished. Just like that, with a single strike, the centuries-old sword-wielding demon had died?

The sword witches were incredulous as they gazed upon this blade. In such dire circumstances, someone had come to rescue them? And they had managed to enter? And they dared to take action?

"The food is already on the stage, afraid that you won’t be able to taste it," a sneering voice echoed around.

"Who is it?" Smiling Buddha looked at the backs of the demons, shouting out loudly. A strong, eerie wind whipped up a thick haze, saying, "Come out!"

The young man dropped the two heads of the green demon and the hanged demon, his eyes shimmering with a faint golden hue. "Now, who is the one being preyed upon?"