MM Racing Page 347
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The soldiers on the city wall were dumbfounded; they had never witnessed such a terrifying battle scene. One man could move freely among thousands of soldiers, slaughtering countless enemies.
The general didn't believe it at first, but when all the soldiers' eyes were focused on it, he had no choice but to believe it and got up to look.
Then I saw Miyamoto Musashi in the crowd.
Miyamoto Musashi now seems to have been possessed by a demon, his entire body radiating a purple aura as he fights amidst the crowd!
Taking away one life after another!
"That...that's not reinforcements! That's demons!"
The general guarding the city trembled, his eyes filled with terror.
He finally saw Miyamoto Musashi fighting in the crowd.
Although he had never seen a demon in person, he had vivid memories of those legends.
At this moment, the aura emanating from Miyamoto Musashi was undoubtedly that of a demon, a suffocatingly bloody aura.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!" The general's face was cold, and his tone carried an unquestionable command.
"But, General, isn't he helping us?" a soldier asked, puzzled.
"Yes, I also feel that he is helping us."
Another soldier chimed in, his eyes even showing a hint of envy.
With such power, who wouldn't want to protect their homeland?
"Shut up!" the general snapped. "That's a demon! Who knows if he'll attack us!"
Upon hearing the general's words, the soldiers fell silent, but their hearts remained filled with doubt and unease.
"Power! Power!"
far away.
Miyamoto Musashi growled.
The twin swords in his hands gleamed with an increasingly intense purple light.
His figure became increasingly tangible under the surrounding malevolent aura.
roar~
The malevolent energy surged wildly into Miyamoto Musashi's body.
His eyes turned bloodshot, like those of an enraged beast.
Suddenly, he brought his two swords together and swung them forward with force!
click!
A purple shockwave carrying a strong ghostly aura swept out.
Wherever it passed, crowds were cleaved in two, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams filled the air.
The scene was bloody and terrifying, as if hell had descended upon us.
King's Continent.
Xiao Qiao couldn't help but cover her eyes. "No, I can't watch anymore, this is too bloody!"
Bai Qi frowned, "Can a person's body really withstand this overwhelming evil energy?"
The hero Miyamoto Musashi looked at the Dimensional Realm with a complicated expression.
He knew that the greater his power, the stronger he would become when synchronized with the enemy.
However, even though he was fighting to protect his homeland, those on the high platform who looked at him only had fear and apprehension in their eyes.
A full hour has passed.
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Beneath the city walls, no one survived; only piles of corpses and a figure soaked in blood remained—Miyamoto Musashi!
"Hmm~" Miyamoto Musashi roared hoarsely, his hand unconsciously grabbing a spherical object, wanting to put it in his mouth.
"Yes, yes! That's it!"
"You are a demon, that's okay, that's normal."
"Besides, you were forced into this situation. I won't offend others unless they offend me, so you did nothing wrong!"
"Hey hey hey!"
At this moment, the purple phantom was much larger than before, shooting straight into the sky along Miyamoto Musashi's body, causing evil energy to overflow from the sky.
"Quick! Shoot arrows!" The soldiers and generals guarding the city wall panicked and aimed their bows and arrows at Miyamoto Musashi, raining down arrows like a waterfall.
roar~
The arrows were all blocked by the purplish-black mist and could not penetrate it.
Ok?
Miyamoto Musashi looked at the city wall with a puzzled expression, gazing at those he had sworn to protect with his life.
why!
Why are you attacking me!
"Yes, kill them. They're not worth protecting!"
"Your soul belongs to demons, not humans. As for humans, just kill them!"
Purple-black mist swirled around Miyamoto Musashi, whispering instigations.
As the purple mist continued to encroach, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes gradually became unfocused, and he walked step by step toward the city wall.
No!
At this moment, across the land of Kings, countless heroes clutched their chests, their faces filled with worry: "Please don't let this happen!"
He is the guardian of this city, he absolutely cannot...
"Right, that is it!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The purple mist laughed maniacally, almost insanely.
Although it's only a part of the soul, it's like planting a seed, affecting the whole person's mind and body!
...................
"No! I won't truly sell myself out to you! I still have my family!"
Just, in the end.
Ultimately, Miyamoto Musashi's own mindset prevailed.
Despite clenching his teeth and resisting with all his might.
Miyamoto Musashi's eyes instantly cleared.
Subsequently.
He looked down at his blood-stained hands, his eyes filled with terror.
Just now!
This feeling!
It's just too... too...
Raising his head again, Miyamoto Musashi looked down at the bloody battlefield below the city walls, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.
"This...this is all my fault!" he muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair and self-blame.
"Ah!" he suddenly shouted, as if to release all the pain and anger in his heart.
Then, he turned and ran towards the stream behind him, plunging in without hesitation.
Miyamoto Musashi frantically scrubbed his blood-stained body, trying to wash away the suffocating stench of blood.
"It's no use, you can't wash it away!" A cold voice rang in his ear: "You were born with the blood of a demon, this is your destiny! This is your mission!"
"Hehehe!" The demon's laughter was shrill and piercing: "A part of your soul is already mine. I hope you can hold on to your so-called original intentions, hahaha!"
Before he could finish speaking, the demon vanished into thin air, leaving Miyamoto Musashi alone to face this cruel reality.
Miyamoto Musashi stood blankly by the stream, his eyes vacant, as if he had lost all direction.
His heart was filled with contradictions and confusion, and he didn't know how to proceed with the future.
"The version of me in this time and space is just like me, valuing loyalty and affection!"
The Land of Kings, Japan.
The hero Miyamoto Musashi muttered to himself, his tone tinged with helplessness and self-mockery: "But these emotions sometimes inevitably trip me up!"
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these chaotic thoughts. This was not the first time he had encountered such a predicament, but this time it felt particularly heavy.
Other places.