Chapter 62: Chapter 62: The Art of the Flying Thunder Pot.
Night.
The moon hung in the middle of the sky, the pale light sprinkled on the green tiles.
The number of people walking on the streets of the village of swordsmiths gradually decreased, and as time passed, only the people in the watchtowers around the village were still working.
On both sides of the street, the lights leaking from the houses gradually went out.
On the roof.
Clang!
A round and round porcelain pot with some patterns suddenly appeared on the tiles, swaying slightly.
"Ohoho..."
Gyokko crawled out of the pot, the character for [Four] was engraved in his amber pupils—after the increase in the number of Upper Rank moon positions, he was already different from before.
He opened his green lips at the brow bone, opened and closed, and spoke excitedly:
"As long as the village of swordsmiths is destroyed... it can greatly weaken the Demon Slayers."
"Weakening the Demon Slayers, then Ubuyashiki's head is within reach!"
"I'm so good!"
Clang! Clang!
When he was excited, he even happily bounced the pot under him on the roof:
"Ohoho...!"
Gyokko's gaze looked down at the street, his eyes swept across the few pedestrians on the road:
"Next..." He excitedly stuck out his tongue and licked his lips:
"What kind of pot should I make first...?"
Just as he was joyfully twisting his body on the roof.
Crack!
The tiles under him suddenly made a strange noise!
"...Hmm?" Gyokko looked down curiously.
The next moment!
Boom! Boom!
Boom!!
With three heavy impacts from below, the tiles and wooden beam debris around Gyokko's feet were lifted into the air under the tremendous impact!
The intact roof was instantly broken open from the inside, creating three holes!
Light poured out from the broken roof.
Under the moonlight.
"...What?!" Gyokko's single, amber eye at his chin gradually showed a surprised expression.
——He didn't notice at all...!
Around him.
Three figures holding swords simultaneously pushed up the roof tiles and rose into the air.
Their bodies were covered with broken wood chips and tiles.
In the backlight, the faces of the three people who couldn't be seen clearly formed a triangle, surrounding Gyokko in the middle!
Almost instantly, Gyokko's peripheral vision noticed the white mist overflowing from the corners of the three people's mouths!
[Flame Breathing·Second Form·Rising Scorching Sun——Nobori En Ten]
[Sun Breathing·Seventh Form·Sunflower Thrust----Yokatotsu]
[Stone Breathing·First Form·Serpentinite Bipolar——Jamongan - Sokyoku]
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two swords reflecting the moonlight, wrapped in dazzling red flames, went straight down towards Gyokko!
Among them, the more robust one did not hold a sword, but held two large dark red beads.
Creak...! His muscular arm suddenly tightened!
With a special force, he threw both hands forward!
In Gyokko's shocked pupils, the two swords wrapped in flames, and the dark red beads, quickly magnified in his field of vision!
The next moment.
Boom——!!!
The heavy multiple attacks instantly hit the roof where Gyokko was standing! A huge amount of dust was immediately raised, and the wind pressure blew the wood chips and tiles around!
...
Not far away.
On the street.
"What?! What happened over there?!"
"What a loud noise!"
The swordsmiths wearing Warding masks were all surprised.
They turned their heads and looked up at the place where the sound came from.
Tecchin, who had not walked far, slowly stopped, he turned around, raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and looked at the direction where the dust was rising into the sky:
"Hiss..."
Suddenly, he was surprised to loosen his furrowed eyebrows, raised his hand and shouted:
"Over there! Over there is where the Hashira are staying today!"
"What?!"
"Hashira?! Why would something happen at the Hashira' residence..."
The swordsmiths were immediately shocked and exclaimed, they came back to their senses, exchanged a few glances, and cold sweat flowed down their foreheads.
Instantly, several possibilities of causing that scene crossed their minds.
Finally, after a moment of silence.
Clap!
Tecchin slapped his hands in panic, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and shouted hurriedly:
"Quick!"
"Quickly notify the watchtower!"
His voice was slightly hoarse, but extremely forceful:
"There might be a demon invading the village!!"
Hearing this, several people immediately dispersed and ran towards the watchtowers around the village.
A demon attacking the village —— even if there is only a slight possibility, it must be reported.
The consequences of hesitating for any second are unbearable.
...
...
Roof.
It's called a roof, but after the attack just now, the entire roof has turned into ruins.
A large amount of dust rose, and the dust filled the air, making it very difficult to see things.
On the street.
Clang!
"Shoo shoo..."
A very slight sound of porcelain falling came, Gyokko's face was pale, cold sweat flowed down his forehead, a chill went straight to his skull.
"...What was that just now?!"
"Human? Three Hashira?!"
"Three?"
A head poked out of the pot, Gyokko glanced at the position where he had just stood.
The sudden impact made Gyokko somewhat doubtful.
He was somewhat surprised and spoke softly:
"Why are there three hashira in the village of swordsmiths?!"
At the neck, a shallow wound slowly healed.
If it weren't for him placing a movable pot on the street early on, he might have used his trump card by now...
After a little panic.
"But." Gyokko slowly crawled out of the pot, he waved his deformed baby hands, clenched them, and spoke mockingly:
"Shoo shoo, do you think Gyokko would be flustered at this level?"
"Now, I am already the Fourth of the Upper Rank!"
He raised his head and looked at the roof full of smoke and dust.
Vaguely, Gyokko saw three figures standing in the middle of the ruins, and he couldn't help but sweat a cold sweat:
"...Well."
Creak...
He turned around, his hands gathered flesh and blood, and in an instant, he condensed a pot with a strange pattern, and then threw it far away:
"Temporary retreat... that's not bad..."
——Take advantage of the dust and darkness to get away from here first.
——Lure these three hashira away, and then use the fish monster to attack the village of swordsmiths from a distance...
The corners of Gyokko's mouth rose slightly, his shoulders shrugged, and he couldn't help but laugh proudly:
"Shoo shoo."
As long as the village of swordsmiths is destroyed, the goal is achieved!
Humans are weak, and their physical strength and recovery have limits.
When the three hashira are exhausted...
"What kind of amazing artwork can three hashira form?!"
During his self-talk, Gyokko shuttled between the pots and quickly disappeared on the street.
Not to mention anything else, Gyokko is quite confident in his own speed.
...
On the roof.
"He escaped."
"It's an Upper Rank demon, able to move between pots."
Tanjuro stepped on the edge of the broken eaves, he looked through the dust, staring at Gyokko's flickering figure at the end of the street.
He stared at the top of Gyokko's head, the faintly appearing posture bar, and a line of characters.
[Upper Rank Four·Gyokko]
Above the name, there are two red dots.
——Four?
He remembered... Gyokko should be Upper Rank Five...
Tanjuro was slightly puzzled, he did not choose to chase, just holding Kusabimaru, chasing would only consume more "resurrection" power.
He who has a transparent world, the hindrance of mist is equivalent to zero.
Similarly.
"Namu." Himejima held the two dark red rosary beads again, he chanted silently, his head slightly turned towards Gyokko's position.
Himejima, who was originally blind, could naturally find the escaped Gyokko.
Rengoku Shinjuro held his Nichirin Sword, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Tanjuro and Himejima's gaze.
"I'll go after him." He said.
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