PDLP Chapter 405 Dilemma
Chapter 405 Dilemma
Tamayo originally wanted to transform Chachamaru into an oni as well, so that he might be able to play a better role in support, such as sending things into the battlefield.
But when he thought about how he had decided to live as a human, he didn't turn Chachamaru into a demon.
Moreover, she initially thought that Chachamaru didn't need to appear, because she had already done everything she could.
All that's left is to pray.
Although I don't know if praying will be of any use to me as a ghost.
The situation has now completely reversed. Muzan has somehow overcome the sunlight, and after calming down, Tamayo can only think of using a human-transforming drug to turn Muzan back into a human.
The human-transforming drug is effective enough to turn even a ghost that has overcome sunlight back into a human. The only thing to consider is the ghost's own will.
If someone like Yuuko or Nezuko inherently possesses the will to revert to human form, then the human-transforming drug can work perfectly.
Muzan is different. He could not possibly have the idea of becoming human. Under such self-will, even if Muzan does not actively decompose the drug's effects, the cells in his body will subconsciously follow his will to decompose the drug's effects on their own.
In this situation, first exhaust his physical strength and put him in an unprecedentedly weak state. In that state, the ghost will not have enough physical strength to break down the effects of the medicine, and may be suppressed by the effects of the human-transforming medicine.
but……
That's just an ideal situation.
To be honest... Tamayo wasn't very confident, but this was the only method she could think of.
Only after Chachamaru was out of sight did Tamayo have time to think about how Muzan could overcome the problem of sunlight.
Could it be that Yuuko was accidentally bitten by Muzan during the previous battle and then swallowed a part of his flesh?
Although this thought made her somewhat distrustful of Yuko, it was the only reason she could come up with.
Yuuko's Blood Demon Art releases a large amount of blood, but her blood is not enough for the demon to overcome sunlight; it must be made from flesh and blood that has more 'energy'.
It's similar to the feeling of not being full after drinking water.
But Yuko seemed completely unaware. Could it be that Muzan really overcame the sunlight through his will to survive?
Such an outcome would be unacceptable to Tamayo and anyone else.
What should we do... If the human-transforming medicine doesn't work, what methods should we use to eliminate Muzan?
Even if that swordsman were resurrected, he couldn't do it, right?
Tamayo bit her lip lightly, her mindset undergoing a subtle change.
It's no wonder her emotions changed. Tamayo was already quite calm, but even Kagaya Ubuyashiki, who is usually known for his composure, was momentarily stunned. Many members of the Demon Slayer Corps on the battlefield lost their will to fight as a result.
They couldn't imagine how to destroy a ghost that had overcome sunlight.
Muzan's powerful fighting ability was already enough to make people despair, and they would need to drag it out until the sun rose to defeat him, but now even the sun is no longer effective.
Even Lian Zhu began to question himself, let alone the other swordsmen.
Although it's unpleasant to say, their only purpose in existence was to risk their lives to hold off Muzan. But now that Muzan is no longer afraid of the sun, it seems that even their only purpose for existence has been lost.
As Tamayo racked her brains trying to find a better way to break the deadlock, another battle broke out on the battlefield.
After witnessing Muzan break free from the sun's restraint, the Pillars gradually lost their fighting power due to exhaustion. Tanjiro and Zenitsu, who had recovered somewhat from Ikuko's help, stepped forward.
It wasn't until the two attacks came that Muzan belatedly reached into his chest and pulled out the broad axe that had been buried inside him.
The bloody scene sent chills down everyone's spines.
Muzan casually tossed aside the broad axe that had lost its crimson blade effect and said indifferently to Tanjiro, "Your battle is meaningless."
Due to Tanjiro and the other's attacks, Muzan's body was covered in wounds, but whether in his heart or in his outward expression, Muzan had completely lost the emotion called fear.
Overcoming the sunlight means he can no longer be killed.
All the damage he is suffering now is a useless attack.
"Get out of my way, and I'll give you a decent death." Only the tentacles on his body were entangled with the two, while Muzan stroked his stomach.
The battle just now had exhausted him, and the large meal he had eaten late at night had been completely digested; he needed to replenish his energy.
Tsk.
The flesh and blood of ordinary people are really trash. Even after eating dozens of people, it only allowed him to move around for three or four hours longer.
Muzan's gaze fell on the Pillars who were struggling to get up. If he were to eat these people, he would probably feel more satisfied than ever before.
After all, even he had never tasted so many striped pillars. Just lying there, he could feel their incredibly delicious flesh and blood, especially the presence of rare blood in them.
Muzan revealed a hungry look and walked towards the group. Tanjiro and Tanjiro gritted their teeth and desperately resisted Muzan.
But if things continue like this, they will be the ones who get eliminated.
No, we have no choice but to give it our all!
Now they are the only ones who can move around, and we must give the others a chance to catch their breath.
When~
In a moment of carelessness, Tanjiro's hand, which had been trembling from swinging for a long time, was deflected by Muzan's deliberate slap.
"Not good!" Tanjiro staggered backward, his pupils slightly contracting as he watched the tentacle whips that seized the opportunity to stab from all directions.
Our physical strength can't keep up with the supply!
"Tanji..." Zenitsu, who was standing beside him, saw this scene and hurriedly cut off the tentacles in front of him to help, but the tentacles he had forced back quickly wrapped around him again, leaving him no time to deal with them.
Is there anyone else who can take action?
Zenitsu looked anxiously at the others, but couldn't find anyone who could help Tanjiro.
hateful!
Zenitsu's eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing became erratic. The tentacle found an opening, pierced his arm, and sent him flying.
It's even worse!
As Zenitsu was thinking this, just as Muzan's flesh whip was about to strike Tanjiro, the Nichirin Blade that Zenitsu had knocked away ignited with a crimson hue once more, flew back, and shattered Muzan's flesh whip in one strike, pinning it to the ice surface not far away.
Tanjiro seized the opportunity to escape, rolled on the spot to pick up the Nichirin Blade stuck in the ice, and turned to confront Muzan.
Ignoring Tanjiro's solemn gaze, Muzan turned his head to the other side, and the flesh whip that had been severed by the crimson blade in mid-air rapidly regenerated, showing no sign that the speed of regeneration had been slowed down.
Yuko slowly put away the weapon she had thrown and drew her Nichirin Blade back from her waist.
Facing Yuko once again, Muzan wore a slightly arrogant smile: "Speaking of which, I really have to thank you, woman."
Yuko didn't want to waste words with him because her stomach was hurting terribly, a kind of pain that was both unbearably empty and inexplicably cramping.
She didn't know why Muzan thanked her, but it probably wasn't for anything good.