Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

"Anyway, I defeated Muzan and completed the plan..."

Xia Yan briefly explained his plan to Mitsuri, and then looked at Tamayo, Kanae, and Kocho Shinobu around him.

"So to celebrate my safe return, won't you give me a warm hug?"

Before he finished speaking, his two wives and a sister-in-law had already thrown themselves into his arms.

Especially Kocho Shinobu, who was the fastest, looked like she wanted to beat him to death with one blow.

"You bastard! Don't make us worry!!"

Her voice was filled with tears. This girl who had always been proud and unwilling to admit defeat in front of Xia Yan showed her weak side without any scruples.

"Sorry, I made you worry..." Xia Yan gently hugged them in his arms.

"From now on, we will live together forever, and nothing can separate us!"

"Hmph, who cares!" After a moment of tenderness, Shinobu Kocho pushed Xia Yan away. "The Demon Slayer Corps was attacked by an unknown army, and we don't have time to dawdle here!"

"Since you have recovered now, go to support us!"

"Ah, it's a small matter, leave it all to me..."

Before the voice fell, the figures of several people 620 had appeared on the battlefield.

At this time, Xia Yan was no longer a reckless man who could only swing a blade and chop. With the blood demon art, he could do what other Xia Yan could do!

A pair of large and exaggerated black wings stretched behind him.

The overwhelming sense of presence made everyone's attention focused on him, like a god on earth.

Immortal, immortal, and the power of blood demon art!

"After all, I am invincible..."

The battle ended from the moment Xia Yan arrived.

The overwhelming black monsters replaced the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps. They were invulnerable to swords and guns, had infinite strength, could fly and hide, and had all kinds of terrifying abilities.

Flames, thunder, hurricanes, ice, surging water, broken earth, rushing wooden men that crushed people, and light with all kinds of wonderful effects.

And Xia Yan floating in the sky was like a god. Just a glance was enough to turn people into debris.

In a few minutes, those soldiers holding modern guns turned into minced meat. (cibi) Only the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps were left, looking at everything around them in confusion, and the wounds on their bodies healed unconsciously.

And the pillars surrounded Xia Yan in the middle, with particularly complicated eyes.

"Xia Yan...you..."

"Ah, as you can see, I am now a demon, and an ultimate creature that surpasses Muzan!"

Looking at the complicated expression of the Sad Island Xingmei, Xia Yan said in a frank tone.

"By the way, I have overcome the sun, so the Sun Blade has no effect on me.The effect is great!

"Who is going to swing a knife at you! You bastard, you are still so irritating!" Fuzugawa Shima said in an irritable tone.

"That's right, Xia Yan! I believe in you! Even if you become a ghost, you will definitely walk on the path of justice!" Rengoku Kyojuro said loudly.

Since the injuries on the mountain had long been healed by Xia Yan, he returned to his full vitality.

"That's right, Mr. Xia Yan will definitely not become an evil person like Muzan!" Tanjiro showed a gentle smile on his face.

For him, Xia Yan brought a happy life to their family.

Although he did not change the name, he had already respected Xia Yan as his father in his heart.

"Wow, do you trust me so much? "Looking at the trusting eyes of the crowd, Xia Yan nodded with satisfaction, and then showed a wicked smile.

"Then it's a little too early for you to trust me!"

The next second, several sharp whip tubes shot out from behind Xia Yan, and pierced into their bodies in the incredible eyes of the pillars.

Since they had no intention of defending against Xia Yan, no one reacted.

With the injection of the blood of the ghost king, their eyes turned blood red, the blood vessels on their bodies bulged, and the stripes appeared involuntarily.

The pattern continued to expand and the color changed, turning into ghost patterns and staying on their bodies, and ghost horns grew on their heads.

"Now, you are also ghosts." Looking at his masterpiece, Xia Yan nodded with satisfaction. "My, Twelve Ghost Moons."

"Tsk, you guy, you are really nosy! "

Although he became Xia Yan's subordinate, Fuzugawa Shima still fought back without any hesitation.

But he also understood Xia Yan's intention.

After all, they all knew very well that people with the stripes would not live beyond the age of 25, and becoming a ghost was the simplest solution.

Beimingyu Xingmei blinked, "Is this the feeling of seeing things with your eyes..."

"Hmm, it feels very good! And it seems that there is no desire to eat people!"

Rengoku Kyojuro quickly accepted the result and was waving his fists excitedly.

There was a whirring sound in the air.

"Ah, after all, I am a perfect ultimate creature, how can I retain such a low-level weakness. ”

Xia Yan waved his hand indifferently. In fact, he didn't care about what to eat, but being able to eat only one thing like Muzan was obviously a very obvious flaw.

"Next, in order to prevent those idiots from continuing to cause trouble, let's set a small goal and rule this country first! It's not my character to not fight back when someone comes to me!"

"You should come to help me too."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to, but if I do it myself, the means may be a bit rough..."

Xia Yan blinked and said with a slightly evil tone: "You don't want to see the country bloodshed~"

Under the morning sun, a group of sneaky swordsmen looked at each other, and finally nodded helplessly.

...

The world of Bone King.

2138 AD.

A young man named Suzuki Satoru was lying on a chair that looked quite advanced, perfectly fit the human body, and might be more expensive than any item in the room.

This was also the only thing in this small room that could be called valuable.

After all, for him, everything in the material world was just for living, not the so-called life.

The life that truly belonged to him was contained in the heavy helmet he was wearing on his head now, and the real body was just a tool to get there.

Although soon, the so-called real life would also come to an end. .