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At this moment, on the city wall of Fuchen City.
The soldiers guarding the city stared at the dark mass of enemy troops below, a wave of despair washing over them.
"What are we going to do!" someone muttered to themselves, their voice filled with helplessness.
"Brothers, hold the line! Our families are right behind us, we absolutely cannot let the enemy break through the city gates!"
The general defending the city had a booming voice that echoed on the city walls, trying to boost morale with a firm tone.
However, the disparity in troop strength between the two sides was simply too great.
At this moment, winning is simply a pipe dream; if things continue like this, the only outcome will be the fall of the city and the death of its inhabitants.
"General, when will the reinforcements arrive?"
A soldier asked anxiously, his eyes filled with unease and anticipation.
Without reinforcements, how will they cope with this catastrophe?
"Almost there! Hold on, reinforcements are coming soon!"
The general responded loudly, trying to give the soldiers a glimmer of hope with those words.
However, only he knew that it was all a lie.
Reinforcements are unlikely to arrive in time; at least in the short term, they cannot count on any external assistance.
Fuchen City is too far from the main city. The only thing we can do now is to delay as much as possible.
But given the current situation, it's only a matter of time before the city gates are breached.
The general's gaze swept over every young and resolute face. He knew that these soldiers had entrusted their fates to his hands.
A deep sorrow welled up in his heart, but he could not show any wavering. He took a deep breath, gripped his longsword tightly, and said in a firm and powerful voice, "Brothers, defend our city, defend our homeland! Even if reinforcements don't come, we will fight to the last moment!"
The soldiers' eyes hardened; they knew there was no turning back in this battle. An indomitable fighting spirit ignited in each of them, a determination to fight the enemy to the bitter end.
The atmosphere on the city wall grew tense and heavy, the wind seeming to carry a hint of bloodshed. Every soldier gripped their weapon tightly, ready for the impending life-or-death battle. They knew that every second to come would be a crucial moment that would determine their fate.
"kill!!!"
Then, at this most crucial moment...
at last!
Miyamoto Musashi has arrived!
"General, there's movement behind us. It looks like enemy reinforcements!"
"how many people?"
"One."
"Hahahaha!" The enemy general sitting in the chair suddenly burst into laughter.
One person? I have a full army of ten thousand!
If someone barges in, isn't it just like an ant that can be easily crushed?
However, this time, he was too naive!
"But General, he's riding a skeleton horse!"
"what?"
The enemy general's laughter stopped abruptly, and his expression froze instantly.
He stared at his subordinate in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe he'd heard correctly: "What did you say? A Kuruma? Are you kidding me!"
The enemy general was completely dumbfounded.
But soon, he no longer needed to be confused.
Because everything his subordinates say will become reality and come into his view.
The demon's voice echoed coldly in Miyamoto Musashi's mind.
"You now possess my power; simply unleash it!"
"You have to be ruthless when dealing with this kind of person."
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The demon's voice coiled around Miyamoto Musashi's consciousness like a venomous snake, gradually eroding his sanity.
Finally, his eyes turned bloodshot, like flames being ignited. He suddenly charged into the crowd, his movements as swift as a cheetah.
He drew his twin swords again, now exuding a fierce aura.
The twin blades were now enveloped in an eerie purple light; purple—a color that symbolizes nobility—appeared strangely sinister at this moment.
Purple mist swirled around the blade, and a huge purple phantom appeared behind Miyamoto Musashi, wielding two purple longswords, majestic and terrifying.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"Ground Slash!"
With a roar, Miyamoto Musashi swung his sword, sending a massive shockwave hurtling from his position toward the enemy.
The shockwave was like a giant purple dragon; wherever it passed, the neat square formation was torn open with a huge gash, people and horses fell over, and screams rose and fell.
"Oh my god, what is this!"
The enemy general, who had just felt confident of victory, was now terrified and immediately ordered his men to resist.
However, this power was so terrifying that it instilled despair in people.
Is this really the same person?
"This attack actually carries the aura of a demon!"
"What's going on? Weren't these demons supposed to have been slaughtered thousands of years ago? Why are they appearing again now?"
Not to mention the people in that other time and space, even the heroes of the current King's Continent were all in shock.
"What's with this power? It's too ferocious!"
"This power is simply too great. I have truly succumbed. If this power and this form were to descend simultaneously, what a terrifying sight that would be!"
"It's absolutely amazing, beyond words!"
This power is simply too great!
Is this the power of the demon?
"Musashi, what happened next?!"
Fuso.
Unable to see the giant screen, Atong inquired about Miyamoto Musashi's situation.
She already knew that the Miyamoto Musashi in the parallel universe had become possessed by a demon.
But after becoming possessed by evil, can he truly save his family?
"Ah Tong, in this timeline, I should be able to protect my family!"
"He is too powerful, so powerful that no matter how many mortals there are, they would never be his match!"
Miyamoto Musashi took a deep breath.
Now, he himself is deeply shocked by his parallel universe counterpart.
Meanwhile, he was still fighting on the giant screen.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Now, in the parallel universe, Miyamoto Musashi only has this one thing left in his mind.
At this moment, he was like a god of war. With each swing of his sword, the phantom above his head also moved. The sword light slashed down like lightning, and wherever it passed, enemies fell to the ground, their blood splattering everywhere.
Countless soldiers lost their lives mercilessly under his blade.
However, all of this was far from enough for Miyamoto Musashi. After that demonic energy invaded his body, his consciousness was completely devoured, and only one thought remained—kill!
"Hahaha, this is the aura of a demon's son! As long as you maintain this, the rest will be easy!" the demon exclaimed excitedly from inside Miyamoto Musashi's body. Previously, Miyamoto Musashi had been putting up a fierce resistance, but now it seemed that his resistance had been completely shattered.
Everyone has a weakness, and his weakness was clearly his family. The demon was quite pleased with this, secretly pleased with himself.
On the city wall, the garrison soldiers also noticed the strange phenomena on the battlefield.
"General, it seems like someone has really come to our aid! Look!" A soldier on the city wall pointed into the distance, his voice filled with doubt and surprise.
"Stop joking, there are no reinforcements here at all!" The general sighed helplessly, knowing the harsh reality that reinforcements were simply not going to appear.
"It's true, General! Look! There's a person!" The soldier on the city wall shouted excitedly again, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.
They only knew one thing: reinforcements had arrived!
Miyamoto Musashi's blade moved like a raging storm, purple light waves churning the battlefield. Each strike carried boundless killing intent and power, making the enemy as fragile as paper before him. Every swing of his blade sent up a shower of blood, and the ground was soon littered with severed limbs.
The demon inside Miyamoto Musashi laughed maniacally, reveling in the pleasure of the slaughter. Miyamoto Musashi's eyes had turned blood red; he had completely lost his reason, driven only by an endless killing instinct.