allendalepharm Chapter 145 Facing cruelty
Chapter 145 Facing cruelty
When Mizuko stumbled into Zenitsu's carriage, he was struck as if by a thunderbolt, frozen in place, even finding it difficult to breathe.
In her vision, distorted by nightmares, Zenitsu was already broken, and the small carriage was a mess.
That boy who was always chattering and constantly hovering around her.
He lay quietly on the floor, his body so mutilated that it was almost unbearable to look at.
Those eyes that always looked at her with such sparkle were now empty and dull, devoid of any life.
The tears that had been held back finally burst forth, and Mi Douzi bit her lower lip so hard that it almost bled.
She wiped away the tears that kept streaming down her face again and again, her fingers trembling.
Stubbornly and clumsily trying to piece Zenitsu's broken body back together, bit by bit.
It was as if, once they pieced it together, he could jump up and call her "Nie Douzi Jiang" as usual.
But when she met those eyes that could no longer shine, an overwhelming grief instantly transformed into a raging fire, burning wildly in Midouzi's chest.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and her usually gentle demeanor turned cold and sharp. Every step she took felt as heavy as if she were walking on a knife's edge.
She continued walking deeper into the carriage, and with each carriage she passed, the hellish scene before her became more and more cruel.
Tables and chairs were smashed, blood and flesh splattered, limbs were scattered, and blood flowed into dark red streams on the floor.
Innocent passengers fell in pools of blood in various gruesome ways; each sight was like a knife, slicing open her still immature heart.
She endured the suffocating pain and kept moving forward until she reached the carriage near the front of the train.
In a thick, glaring pool of blood, she saw the familiar wild boar headgear.
The hood lay quietly on the broken floor, as if it had been forcibly torn off.
Mi Douzi's heart clenched suddenly, the pain almost making it hard to breathe.
She dragged her extremely heavy body and slowly reached out her hand, her fingertips gently touching the edge of the car door.
The next second, a devastating despair completely overwhelmed her.
The carriage door was opened.
Her dearest brother, Tanjiro Kamado, was reduced to a solitary head, lying quietly in a pool of dark red liquid, his eyes closed, never to wake again.
Meanwhile, Inosuke, covered in wounds, lay in a pool of blood, his body shielding Tanjiro's mangled torso. He was already lifeless.
Midouzi felt weak all over, as if all her strength had been drained away in an instant.
She fell to her knees with a thud, her knees hitting the cold floor hard.
Her eyes were vacant and lifeless, and her lips were slightly parted, but she couldn't make a sound.
Unable to even cry, only boundless silence and utter collapse remained.
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Meanwhile, at the other end of the train, Tanjiro was frantically searching between the carriages, desperately looking for his companions.
But what awaited him was the same horrific scene.
Zenitsu lay broken on the ground, his golden hair soaked in blood;
Kyojuro Rengoku lay in a pool of blood, a gruesome hole in his chest, no longer breathing;
On the entire Mugen Train.
None of the innocent passengers escaped unscathed; their bodies were mangled, blood flowed like rivers, and every corner exuded a nauseating sadness and despair.
Each scene felt like a boulder pressing down on Tanjiro's heart.
His breathing was so rapid he felt like he was suffocating, and the anxiety and fear in his heart were almost consuming him.
It's all fake...it's all fake!
【Nie Douzi, where are you?】
[Rengoku-sensei, Zenitsu, Inosuke...where are you?]
Tanjiro frantically told himself, screaming "This is an illusion" over and over again, trying to convince himself that everything before him was just a mirage.
Even so, those bloody and gruesome scenes still struck his soul, causing him uncontrollable heartache, panic, and fear.
He could only rely on his ghostly sense of smell to desperately confirm whether the blood in front of him was real.
Every time he opened the carriage door, he would frantically sniff it with his nose.
but--
Every time a scent wafted through the air, it was just empty, hollow air.
There was no smell of blood, no ghostly aura, no burnt smell of flames, and even the smell of train engine oil was deliberately erased.
Empty.
The contrast between the visual impact and the sense of smell was like two knives crossing and cutting through his consciousness.
Several times, Tanjiro almost broke down, thinking that his nose might be broken.
Is the tragedy before our eyes real?
He could only repeat it to himself over and over again:
"This is fake...it's all fake...fake...fake..."
It was only through this obsessive, mad belief that he barely managed to avoid being crushed by the illusion.
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But when his hands trembled as he opened the door to another carriage and truly saw the beans—
Tanjiro's reason crumbled instantly.
In his distorted vision, Mizuko was brutally murdered, her small body hanging in the center of the carriage, her pink haori soaked in dark red, swaying gently as the train moved.
The wind blew in through the gaps, making her fluttering clothes look like a corpse swaying in the wind.
That was his only relative, and the sole reason he lived.
She was the person he would risk his life to protect.
Tanjiro shuddered, staggered, and almost lost his balance.
His eyes were fixed on the hanging corpse, his vision blurred instantly, and his throat felt blocked, unable to utter a sound.
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Meanwhile, in another carriage, Mizuko, seeing her brother's tragic death before her, completely lost all her strength.
Two teenagers, each in their own illusion, simultaneously witness the "tragic deaths" of their loved ones and friends.
Those were their only remaining relatives, their only motivation to live.
And they had just entered the world of demon hunters, and were not yet accustomed to blood and death.
But at this moment, they are forced to confront this most cruel, most vicious, and most devastating illusion that can destroy a person's will.
Such a nightmare is enough to shake even the most determined person.
But when these scenes, bloody and vivid, appeared before their eyes, presented in the most direct way, it was a shock.
This caused their mental defenses to crumble, and their will was about to be completely torn apart by the illusion.
They're about to collapse.
At that very moment, on the verge of collapse and utterly desperate—
A scorching, powerful voice, as intense and majestic as the blazing sun, suddenly shattered all illusions and resounded throughout every carriage of the Infinite Train.
The sound made every carriage tremble slightly, shattering layers of mist and tearing apart layers of falsehood.
"Breath of Flame, Fifth Form: Flame Tiger!"