chsdbacks Chapter 59 Speeding Moment
Chapter 59 Speeding Moment
Nanami Kenjin climbed onto the roof of the train.
The rumble of train wheels rolling over echoed beneath our feet, and the oncoming gale made it impossible for ordinary people to stand firm. Of course, for sorcerers, this was by no means a suitable place for battle.
Even worse—
The cursed spirits are surging forth.
Nanami Kento's gaze passed over the menacing low-level cursed spirits and landed on the front of the train.
At the far end of his line of sight.
He saw the "ghost" that should have been dead, the one controlling the cursed spirit—
Xia Youjie.
Xuan Yijun once said that the one in question was an imposter who had taken over Xia Youjie's body, and that anyone without a top-tier skill level should immediately retreat if they encountered it.
Nanami Kento did not doubt this judgment, nor did he think he needed to be stubborn in such a matter.
A sorcerer's job shouldn't rely on passion and impulsiveness. Making reasonable judgments about the situation, preserving one's life, and completing the mission are what adults should do.
However, the current situation does not allow him to choose the most reasonable option.
There were also ordinary people on the train below them.
The fact that the enemy dared to act in such a place shows that they had included the passengers in their plan from the beginning. Even if Gojo Satoru was on the train, it doesn't mean everyone could be protected.
In such a narrow and fast-moving space, being held back by the enemy for even a moment would result in irreparable casualties.
"That's utter garbage..."
Nanami Kento said in a low voice, taking his tie out of his pocket.
Instead of tying the tie back around his neck, he wrapped it around his right hand, the fabric digging into the back of his hand, causing his knuckles to contract slightly.
As the restraints were broken, a surge of powerful magical energy flowed through his body.
Lu Suo, who was in the distance, seemed to notice his gaze and slowly turned his head.
A gentle, almost friendly smile appeared on Xia Youjie's face, but to Qi Hai, that smile only made him feel disgusted.
"It's Nanami..."
The real person standing next to Lu Suo also turned to look.
The body, which had just been restored to its full size, still seemed somewhat out of place, but a naive yet cruel smile had already appeared on the face covered with stitches.
"An interesting toy has appeared!"
Lu Su shook his head, his tone still relaxed.
"Alright, Masato, let's finish this first!"
"Okay, okay." The real person shrugged with some regret.
The three figures then turned and headed away from the front of the train.
"Wait!"
Qi Haijian's legs exerted force instantly, his leather shoes stepping on the metal roof of the vehicle with a dull thud.
But he had only taken a few steps when the shadow on the roof of the car began to writhe as if it were alive. Several low-level cursed spirits emerged one after another from the connecting parts of the carriage and the edges on both sides, howling as they pounced on him.
The blunt knife is drawn from its sheath.
The blade traced a heavy arc in the night wind, and before the first cursed spirit could even open its mouth, its body exploded in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, the second and third cursed spirits were also shattered in succession. Nanami's movements were not flashy, but extremely precise. Every swing of his sword landed precisely on the weaknesses forcibly created by the "Ten-Stroke Curse." The low-level cursed spirits were as fragile as shattered clay sculptures under his sword.
However, there were too many.
The sheet metal beneath his feet suddenly bulged, and several sticky arms emerged from the gaps, violently wrapping around his ankles. Nanami's figure was forced to pause, and the cursed spirits around him immediately swarmed forward, their black limbs and distorted faces almost completely engulfing his figure.
"Although it's just a low-level curse, such a quantity is still somewhat troublesome."
Nanami Kento's voice remained calm.
A cursed spirit swooped down from mid-air, its claws aimed straight for his cheek. Nanami raised his left hand, letting the claw strike his arm, which was covered in cursed energy, then gripped the spirit's neck with his five fingers, yanking it off and slamming it heavily onto the car roof. The blunt blade followed immediately, the black filth instantly torn apart by the gale.
He slashed off the arms that were wrapped around his ankles with a backhand, leaned forward, and unleashed a series of "Ten-Stroke Spells," a violent and aesthetically pleasing attack that killed off all the enemies who had surrounded him.
However, just as the train was about to pass through a dark tunnel, Nanami's pupils contracted slightly.
Countless cursed spirits clung densely to the outer walls of the tunnel. Just before the train plunged into the tunnel, they leaped down one after another, landing with a thud on the roof of the carriage ahead, blocking its path once again.
"A cursed spirit lying in ambush... This will never end."
The train plunged into the tunnel, the narrow space amplifying the roar instantly. Darkness descended, hordes of cursed spirits rushed in from the front, and curses from behind continued to close in. Nanami Kento bent his knees and leaped up, gripping the blunt sword with both hands, compressing his cursed power into the blade.
"The Ten-Stroke Incantation—'Waluo Waluo!'"
The blunt knife slammed heavily against the tunnel ceiling.
boom!
The rock strata, whose weaknesses had been forcibly exploited by the spell, crumbled instantly. He deliberately reduced his spell power output, only shattering the surface rocks of the tunnel. Large pieces of rubble fell from above, then, drawn by the spell power, transformed into a dense rain of stones, crashing down on the swarm of cursed spirits on the roof of the vehicle.
Each falling pebble carries the power of a curse that can dispel it.
The swarm of cursed spirits was instantly pierced, crushed, and torn apart. The black remnants exploded in the tunnel and were left far behind by the speeding train.
Nanami landed back on the roof of the train, his leather shoes leaving a charred mark on the metal. When the train emerged from the tunnel, the roof that had been occupied by the cursed spirits was now just a dense array of dents of varying sizes.
He was slightly out of breath, and his right hand, which was gripping the knife, felt faintly numb.
Just then, a screeching sound came from underfoot.
Clang!
A sharp blade pierced through the interior of the carriage, just an inch from his shoe. Nanami immediately retreated, but the blade seemed to have a life of its own, moving at high speed under the metal as he stepped, cutting through the roof of the carriage, sparks flying wildly in the night.
"A little further back, a little further back!"
Inside the carriage came unrestrained laughter, which traveled up through the vibrating metal and carried a childlike excitement.
"Found you!"
Nanami Kento's gaze darkened.
The people inside the carriage were laughing hysterically.
A sharp blade suddenly rushed towards Nanami.
Nanami jerked to the side, the blade grazing his waist and abdomen, cutting through his clothes and revealing blood. Before he could regain his balance, he heard a whooshing sound behind him, and a soft yet sharp tentacle pierced out from the end of the carriage, slicing across his back like a ribbon.
The shirt was ripped open, and a long gash was cut into the flesh.
Nanami grunted and swung his sword in the back, severing the tentacle.
But it was this pressure that forced him to retreat to the very edge of the last carriage.
At that moment, behind him were the high-speed tracks and the pitch-black night; one more step back and he would be thrown into endless darkness by the train.
The person in the carriage was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that he had somehow borrowed from another passenger. The shirt was so big and ill-fitting that it hung loosely on his shoulders.
"You're pretty good at dodging, aren't you? A 30/70 split!"
His arms suddenly transformed into two long, thin, and supple tentacles, as sharp as blades. The next second, the tentacles churned wildly inside and outside the carriage, slicing open and tearing off the roof of the entire rear carriage. Metal sheets ripped apart, glass shattered, seats were hacked to pieces, and several passengers who couldn't escape were swept across by the blades amidst screams, their bodies instantly severed.
The blood was poured into the carriage and swept into the air by the night wind.
A real person raised their hand and caught a baseball cap falling from the sky, then put it properly on their head.
"Oh, sorry. Who told you to be so careless?"
Nanami Kento's breath hitched for a moment.
Anger rose in his chest, but he forcibly suppressed it. Anger would distort his actions and slow his judgment, and now was not the time to be ruled by emotions. The job of a sorcerer was indeed rubbish, but since he was standing here, he had to do what he was supposed to do.
He gripped the blunt knife tightly, his feet stepping on the cut edge of the car roof, and shot out with surging magical power.
The blade grazed his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood, but in that instant, the distance between them was forcibly shortened.
The three-seven rule, symbolizing weakness, flashed across the real person's arm, and the blunt knife immediately slashed down, with black sparks of cursed power exploding suddenly.
The real man's arms were severed in that instant!
The smile on Zhenren's face froze for a moment. Nanami didn't let the opportunity pass. He slammed his knee into Zhenren's abdomen, then kicked him in the chest, sending him flying towards the end of the carriage.
"Everyone, run to the front carriages! Hurry!"
The unquestionable command reached everyone's ears, and the surviving passengers, as if waking from a nightmare, screamed and fled towards the carriage ahead, desperately trying to get away from the carriage that had been cut to pieces.
The man stood up, and his severed arms, under the influence of "non-action transformation," rapidly writhed and were restored to their original state in the blink of an eye. He looked at the fleeing ordinary people, his smile widening.
"Even before you were killed, you didn't forget to save those ordinary people? Thank you! I'll make good use of their souls!"
Qi Haijian adjusted his goggles.
Blood had soaked his back, but his posture remained upright.
"Too bad, I won't let you succeed."
The smile on the real person's face suddenly froze.
Because he saw Nanami raise her blunt sword.
The goal is not yourself.
Instead, it's the entire rear carriage beneath your feet.
The "Ten-Stroke Spell" is activated.
Treating the entire carriage as a complete line segment, a weakness was forcibly created at the three-seven point. The next instant, the blunt blade struck heavily, and magical power erupted along the steel frame, causing the entire carriage to emit a mournful cry of unbearable strain.
boom!
The connection point was forcibly severed.
With a piercing metallic creak, the rear carriage detached from the train and slid rapidly backward. The man's expression changed drastically; his limbs instantly lengthened, transforming into several twisted, fleshy ropes, attempting to grab onto the train ahead before the carriages moved away.
However, Nanami had already jumped out of the carriage before him.
His body hovered briefly between the two carriages, the howling wind brushing against his face. The instant he looked up, Nanami's leather shoe slammed heavily onto his chest.
"Huh?"
boom!
The real man was kicked hard off the train, tumbling and falling into the night. He bounced a few times in the wilderness beside the tracks before being quickly left out of sight by the speeding train.
Using the recoil from that kick, Nanami gripped the roof of the train carriage that was still speeding behind her.
After this series of fierce battles, Nanami was almost exhausted. His knuckles turned white from the exertion, and the wound on his back was also throbbing with sharp pain.
The survivors in the carriage huddled in a corner, staring at him in terror.
"Can someone help me out?"
No one moved.
Those people were still not recovered from their fear, and just trembled as they shrank back.
Nanami sighed helplessly.
He gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to throw his body back into the carriage.
The moment he landed, his knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed, only able to support himself with his blunt knife. Sweat streamed down his forehead, and his once impeccable clothes were now a gruesome mess of blood and filth.
however……
puff!
A flash of light slashed across his back, leaving a deep, bloody gash.
Nanami staggered forward two steps in pain, then turned around and saw the real person's ferocious smiling face.
The face covered with stitches was full of mockery, and the legs that were originally human had now been transformed into alien hooves, which were firmly planted on the floor of the carriage, leaving shallow dents in the metal with each step.
This guy actually managed to catch up with the speeding train by using the explosive power of his legs!
The people in the next carriage had all been killed.
"Come on," the real person tilted his head, licking the blood off the blade. "Let's continue, round two."
"asshole!"
With Nanami's furious roar, the carriage plunged into the narrow tunnel.
The light was instantly swallowed up.
The carriage was plunged into absolute darkness, with only the rumble of wheels hitting the rails echoing in the enclosed space.
The battle did not stop with the disappearance of light; on the contrary, it became even more dangerous because of the darkness.
Roars, laughter, and the deafening clang of metal clashing clashed wildly in the confined space.
Every time Nanami's blunt blade clashed with Makoto's bladed limb in the darkness, it sparked blinding sparks, briefly illuminating the two faces burning with murderous intent.
The shrieking of blades slicing through the air, the muffled thud of flesh being torn apart, and the explosive sound of seats being shattered mingled together, creating a suffocating echo in the tunnel.
Above the tunnel, on the cliff, an old figure sat cross-legged, with a strong young man standing beside him.
The man glanced down at the speeding train below and whispered, "Grandma, the train is here."
The old woman closed her eyes, her withered fingers forming hand seals, her gray hair fluttering in the cold wind of the tunnel.
"It's all ready."
"I understand, Grandma."
As the man spoke, he took out a small bottle from his pocket and poured a shriveled fragment of human tissue into his palm, which gleamed with an eerie oily sheen.
He tilted his head back and swallowed it, his Adam's apple bobbing.
The next second, a huge and strange aura descended from the sky, pouring into the man's body like a waterfall.
The old woman suddenly opened her eyes, a glint of light flashing in her cloudy pupils, her hoarse voice echoing through the tunnel.
"Summoning the spirit—"
"What kind of Zen monastery is this!"
The ceremony has ended.
The old woman looked eagerly at the man in front of her.
"How is it, grandson?"
That young face was melting and reshaping at a visible speed, its jet-black hair growing wildly, and a striking scar gradually appearing on the right corner of its mouth.
A burly physique, with the aura of a wild beast.
The tyrant who was buried by Gojo Satoru himself is awakening from this vessel.
The man, now transformed into Zenji, slowly stretched his neck, feeling the surging power within him. He looked down at his hands and grinned.
"It feels good, Grandma..."
"That's good!" A smug glint flashed in the old woman's eyes. "Get down! Kill all the sorcerers on the train!"
However, the man in front of him did not move.
The old woman frowned as she paid her respects.
"Grandson?"
The Zen monk suddenly turned around.
"Who are you giving orders to, you old woman!"
The old woman froze, chilled to the bone by that gaze, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back.
Those eyes held no trace of the gentleness one would expect from a grandson, only pure, unparalleled rage and ferocity.
"What happened..." she said in a trembling voice, "I only lowered the 'physical information'! How could I possibly lower the 'soul' information to prevent any accidents..."
Zen Monk tilted his head slightly, as if he had just come to his senses.
"Downgrade? Ah... is that how it is?"
He revealed a knowing expression, then smiled, a smile tinged with cruel pleasure.
"I don't quite understand either, but my body is quite special." He pointed to his head, "This guy's soul... couldn't beat my body, could it?"
"The soul lost to the body?" The old woman offering prayers was horrified. "How could that be..."
"Do you want me to kill the warlock?"
Zenji interrupted her, striding closer and grabbing the old woman's white hair bun, lifting her up. Her wrinkled face contorted in agony, and when she met those dark eyes, she felt the chill of death.
"You're a warlock too, aren't you?"
Zen Monk Shen'er grinned and slammed his iron fist down!
boom!
Before the old woman could even scream, her head collapsed like a rotten melon.
The rosary beads hanging around my neck shattered on the ground...