Hell Paradise from Naruto

After Yiwozao's head flew up, Xingjuro finally couldn't hold on anymore. He no longer had the strength to hold the Nichirin sword. When he collapsed and fell to the ground, he could only let the Nichirin sword fall to the side.

"Ho...ho..."

Although Anjurou was breathing heavily with his face upward, he had a pleasant smile on his face.

That's the third string...

And no one here died...

It's so good...

Suddenly, Anjuro, who was in a trance due to exhaustion, seemed to hear his mother's gentle voice again.

"The responsibility of those who are born strong is to protect the weak. They cannot use the talents given by God to harm others or enrich their own pockets..."

Anjuro felt as if he had returned to the scene when he was a child and nestled in his mother's warm and soft embrace.

"Well……"

"Why are there still sounds of fighting..."

"Hasn't the enemy been eliminated..."

Suddenly, a loud banging sound disturbed Anjuro's memory, and he tried his best to twist his head.

"Um?!"

"This……"

"how is this possible?!"

Anshourou's intact right eye pupil instantly shrunk into a thin orange-red needle. You can imagine how intense the impact of the scene that greeted his eyes was.

Not only did the headless body of Yiwozuo, which had been decapitated, not turn into black tiles and scatter, but it was actually able to continue fighting Mo Chen and Qin.

However, it can be seen that the lack of the head has a great impact on the Yiwo seat.

With only the remaining body of Yiwo Zuo, both strength and speed have dropped a lot compared to before. This is why Mo Chen and Qin, who are already at the end of their strength, can continue to deal with it.

"no……"

"The enemy has not been eliminated yet..."

"I have to keep getting up and fighting!"

Anjuro's eyes became sharp again, and he tried to make his body, as soft as cotton, stand up again.

"Well!"

"Ugh!!"

However, no matter how hard Anjuro tried, his strong will could not change the nature of his weak body. Anjuro's body could only tremble slightly and was completely unable to make large movements.

"Its daybreak!"

"Its daybreak!!"

Not far away, Tanjiro, who was holding back the energy in his chest that could not be vented, shouted loudly.

"quick!"

"Inosuke! Move quickly!"

"Mr. Purgatory and Mr. Mo Chen are dying. We must go over and help them!"

"No matter how Mr. Purgatory scolds me afterwards, I will definitely go there!"

"Just hold him back!"

While Tanjiro shouted loudly, he had already raised the black nichirin sword in his hand and quickly approached Mo Chen.

call out!call out……

The flaming arrows first passed through Tanjiro's side and inserted into Yiwozao's headless body.

Do not……

A large mass of squirming meat has appeared on the neck of Yiwozuo, and the meat is quickly reassembling Yiwozuo's head!

When Yiwozuo's two eyes regrouped, his body speed was no longer slow, but returned to the same speed as before. He allowed the flaming arrows to penetrate into his body, and those blazing arrows were inserted into his body. The flames would be suppressed by the fighting spirit in his body in the blink of an eye.

When Yiwozuo raised his head and saw the clear dawn on the horizon in the distance, his expression suddenly changed, and he punched eight times in succession in the direction of Mo Chen and Qin.

"Destruction and Killing Ghost Core Eight Cores!"

boom!boom!boom……

Eight blue fighting energy groups as big as millstones blasted towards Mo Chen and the others.

After completing this last action, Yiwozuo suddenly stepped on the ground with both feet, and his figure leaping high like a rabbit instantly ran into the dense forest that was "hidden from the sky".

During this process, the wriggling mass of flesh on Yiwozuo's neck had basically condensed into the shape of a head.

However, Yiwozuo, who had successfully avoided being exposed to the sun, had a look of complexity and reminiscence on his face, with a hint of pain flashing through it.

……

"Mr. Purgatory!"

"Mr. Mo Chen!"

"Miss Qin!"

On the original battlefield, Tanjiro's voice came out from the dust raised by Yiwozao's attack.

"I'm fine..."

"Don't worry about me, go see them two..."

When the dust settled a little, Anjuro said weakly that his body was half buried in the soil.

Tanjiro hurriedly ran to Anjuro's side and dug him out of the mound.

"Mr. Purgatory..."

"It's great that you're still alive..."

Tanjiro said with sobs, a layer of mist already filling his eyes.

From a subjective point of view, the person Tanjiro values ​​​​most is naturally Anjurou. For Mo Chen, a strange guy, if they don't both belong to the Demon Slayer camp, Tanjiro doesn't want to have too much contact with him. .

"Hehehe..."

"Kamamon boy, don't worry about me..."

"As a pillar, it is natural to become a shield for future generations!"

"I believe that you and the pig-headed boy will be able to become the 'pillars' supporting the Demon Slayer Corps sooner or later..."

Xingjuro's mentality is indeed otherworldly. Even though he is unable to move and is extremely weak at the moment, he is still able to maintain a high-spirited and enterprising spirit and never misses every opportunity to educate his younger generations.

……

After a while.

Amber, the long-range archer, ran to Qin's side carrying the weak Sugar on her back.

Qin looked quite embarrassed, her blond hair was covered in brown dust, and her breastplate and white lace stockings were in tatters.

However, Qin at this time did not give people a delicate and strange beauty, because she was dirty and closer to a combination of a beggar and a crazy homeless woman.

As for the three 'buff elves', after their magic power was exhausted, their jelly-like plump little bodies had completely shriveled up, like deflated balloons.

The two black bean-sized eyes still looked tired with heavy dark circles at this time.

"Sister Qin!"

"Are you OK?!"

Amber squatted on the ground, then lifted Qin's 'mud head', took out water and towels from the storage space, and began to wipe her.

"this time……"

"It's all thanks to this guy's mind shield..."

Qin turned his attention to Mo Chen who was getting up.

Mo Chen, who looked like a clay figure, was quite free and easy. Although there were a few bright red blood stains in his torn clothes, he seemed to be fine and just patted the dust on his body vigorously.