mynovelweb Chapter 145 Shocking! Two men were caught in such a sordid affair in the dark cave!
Chapter 145 Shocking! Two men were caught in such a sordid affair in the dark cave!
Two naked male ghosts emerged from the corrosive liquid carrying a brand-new ice hockey house.
Doma and Komaji remained silent.
Even Doma felt an indescribable awkwardness pervading between them.
You can see it perfectly clearly at this close range!
Who wants to be completely honest with a man?
I, Douma, only like sweet and soft young ladies and little sisters!
Komaji felt unclean!
He's dirty!
He's dirty!
After facing that bastard Doma face-to-face like this, how is he supposed to face Koyuki when he gets back?!
"...Oh, Akaza, you seem to have become easily angered?"
Douma noticed the key point.
Akaza wasn't so easily broken down before.
Akaza's vulnerable side is quite amusing.
Komaji remained silent.
Thinking about it carefully, it's really inappropriate that he would have a falling out with Doma during a mission.
Moreover, he had been beaten up by Kokushibo before coming to the cave, so he should have a deep impression of it.
Komaji's expression gradually darkened, and he began to grit his teeth.
Damn it, I got infected right from the start!
His emotions were clearly affected.
Ughhhhh! That damned, cowardly little man!
Komaji gritted his teeth, desperately wanting to get rid of his current censored state.
Wait, if we go out now, won't that old guy Kokushibo see us?
If they were seen together with Doma...
Would Kokushibo suspect that he and Doma have some strange relationship? (Most young demons these days are very unrestrained, and the longer they live, the more they like to try new things, while some are more traditional and conservative.)
He couldn't believe how beautiful that scene would be!
Komaji is not familiar with Kokushibo and doesn't know much about his personality. He seems to be a serious and calm person, but who knows what he's really like!
Komaji, who had already fallen into the Doma trap once, remained skeptical.
So, is this the only place to find clothes?
Komaji's expression shifted like a palette of colors, finally settling into a fierce gaze as he stared into the darkness.
There must be people living here, right?
No, it's absolutely necessary!
Doma, who has no emotions, conveniently avoids the mental influence and remains completely unaware of Komaji's complex psychological activities.
But being completely naked feels a bit strange.
Doma shifted uncomfortably.
Then I accidentally bumped into Akaza.
The ice hockey hut stopped abruptly for a moment before continuing its journey.
Soon, as the ice hockey puck moved forward, it reached the final destination of the corrosive liquid.
"As expected." Douma climbed out of the ice ball and looked at the giant mouth made of pale, fleshy carpet, into which corrosive liquid was sucked up like a waterspout.
This is clearly reuse.
No wonder it keeps coming in endlessly.
Komaji also jumped off the ice hockey puck and began to move forward cautiously.
The setback made both ghosts cautious, their steps hesitant, constantly listening for any sounds, and moving forward by feeling along the walls. However, the two ghosts tacitly kept their distance and shifted their gaze to avoid being mentally corrupted.
But the sight of two naked, muscular men stealthily walking through the dark cave was truly indescribable.
It's both incredibly alluring and philosophically profound?
Soon, the two ghosts found themselves in empty air.
Komaji stared at the empty door for a long time before entering. After confirming that there were no problems for the time being, Doma also came in.
"This..." Komaji pulled something that looked like a tentacle from the wall with a hint of disgust.
The tentacles wriggled, trying to escape Komaji's clutches.
It can actually move?
Komaji gripped the tentacles even tighter.
After struggling for a long time, the tentacles stopped moving.
When faced with power, the tentacles choose to lie down.
Komaji looked at the tentacle in his hand. It looked shriveled and limp, as if it had been squeezed dry. It looked very weak. He squeezed the tentacle hard.
Like a squeezed-out corporate slave, its tentacles trembled as a small piece of mucus was squeezed out, then it collapsed and remained motionless.
Tentacle: This is the last drop! There's none left!
"this is……"
As soon as Komaji got closer to take a look, he felt a slight dizziness.
"It actually works on ghosts?"
Komaji examined the tentacles growing against the wall, while Doma walked to the large workbench in the middle.
A tall and sturdy glass container, resembling a transparent tower, with slender, slightly curved glass tubes that, like winding paths, guide the vapor upwards. The condenser tubes have a spiral or serpentine appearance, like a coiled dragon.
There are also thermometers, alcohol lamps, and other equipment placed here.
"This is... a distillation apparatus?"
After recognizing him, Doma exclaimed in surprise.
The Eternal Bliss Cult also produces perfumes to sell as goods. I've seen that strange distillation equipment once before, and this seems to be something similar.
A distillation apparatus is like a sophisticated and complex machine, with its various components working closely together to complete the task of separating and purifying substances. From the crystal-clear glassware to the intricate network of pipes, it showcases the beauty of science and craftsmanship.
The only missing component is the receiving bottle.
At that moment, Komaji walked over, with a piece of a tentacle that had been torn off in his hand.
The two ghosts exchanged information while keeping their distance.
Doma seemed to be deep in thought. It seemed he was extracting the drug from this tentacle that caused the demons to become dizzy and refining its essence to amplify its effects.
Judging from the fact that the bottle has already been taken away, I wonder which ghost was so lucky as to enjoy the sleeping potion.
After inspecting the room, Douma went outside and felt the air currents brushing against his skin.
Doma, who was being exploited by the cult leader, felt a subtle sense of release and a wonderful sense of freedom.
This seems like a good idea?
Doma, a trainee of the Celestial Cult, is gradually becoming distorted...
Komaji suddenly placed his hand on the pale fleshy blanket, and the tremor traveled to his fingertips.
"Something is coming."
In the eerie, dark underground cave, the sound of hurried footsteps grew ever closer.
Komaji and Doma retreated to the room behind them.
The narrow entrance limited the number of people allowed in.
One after another, humanoid monsters roared and charged towards the two demons.
*
Nakime's teleportation can be located based on the location of the demon.
Shugo then appeared in a flash on the battlefield between Kokushibo and Kurogiri.
The door behind him was quickly pulled shut and disappeared into the air.
only……
Shugo looked at Kokushibo, who was in a state of impotent rage, with a strange expression, and then frowned.
Kokushibo's reaction was excessive.
What's the situation?
a few minutes ago--
A continuous stream of sword energy pierced through the black mist.
Miss!
Miss!
Kokushibo remained steadfast in his resolve, wielding his Hollow Cry God and launching a slash at the black mist in the air.
After being slashed hundreds of times in the void, the black mist seemed to have given up on the persistent Black Mist.
"Can we just coexist peacefully for a while? My orders are just to keep you occupied."
"Why don't you put that knife down too? Let's all get some rest, wouldn't that be better?"
As the black mist uttered those words, a thick sense of weariness, seemingly emanating only from seasoned office workers, and an attitude of being so adept at their jobs that they knew exactly how to slack off, instantly spread throughout the room.
However, Kokushibo seemed not to hear Kurogiri's words, still gripping his long sword tightly with a blank expression, exuding a chilling killing intent.
Can't cut it!
Can't cut it!
As Kokushibo watched the wisps of black mist drifting like air, his mood grew increasingly irritable.
How do you cut through the air? How do you cut through something invisible, like air?
Is this all there is to swordsmanship?
Kokushibo grew increasingly agitated. This was the first time he had ever seen an existence like the Black Mist. The Black Mist was a perfect counter to swordsmen who could only use physical attacks.
Kokushibo's swordsmanship was countered; the only one capable of countering the black mist was probably Doma, who could unleash area-of-effect (AOE) magic attacks.
Doma is still underground.
Kokushibo didn't want to ask them for help either.
This is the dignity of a samurai.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Having the Infinity Castle makes one invincible, yet the author arranged for so many Demon Slayer Corps members to swarm into the Infinity Castle like locusts. I wonder why Nakime didn't close the gate?