The moment I touched the Siren's Blade, a remarkable change occurred.

My unsustainable consciousness regained from sluggishness to clarity, and the viscous and nauseous dizziness of mud vanished as if I had encountered a super-powerful suction machine. The world in front of me suddenly became extremely clear, as if I had seen the world through frosted glass, and as if a person with severe myopia had worn glasses, and I could even see the rough lines of trees dozens of meters away. Moreover, this mountain forest was so dark that I could barely see the outline of objects, but now it has become extraordinarily "bright", not the feeling of brightening the light, if I was a person who stayed in a very bright place and suddenly entered a dark house, then now I am finally completely "adapted" to this darkness.

The movement of all objects seems to have slowed down, and the mud and grass clippings that had previously been stirred up by the shock wave are slowly falling. If necessary, I even have the spare energy to check if there are any bugs in the mud. My ear, which was still hurting a moment ago, doesn't hurt anymore, and my eardrum seems to heal instantly, and I can hear all the details of the sounds around me clearly.

What's more, I now have an innumerable sense of strength all over me, as if there is a herd of racing horses running in my veins.

Bluebird once explained to me that the siren's blade has many incredible properties, such as the ability to obtain far more power than mortals just by holding this weapon.

She also said that the wounds inflicted by the Siren's Blade cannot heal, that it can restrain the ability to regenerate at a rapid rate, and that it can even kill the undead.

In other words, the Majin's own weapon is a weapon that can kill the Majin.

Now I have the prerequisites to kill the demon with my own hands.

When this thought came to my mind, I also felt the killing intent of the demons. It's not a metaphor, but I really seem to have the "awareness" that I thought would only appear in stories, and I was able to experience an ethereal murderous aura. What a terrifying obsession this is, if he had five senses, I even suspect that the extremely chaotic obsession would turn into a black liquid flowing out of his seven orifices. What overflowed from him was a heart of extreme hatred that would not hesitate to die with me. So much so that I didn't have time to rejoice in the great power I had just gained, and I was about to suffocate under the impact of this obsession.

The demon suddenly burst into my eyes.

I couldn't have captured his speed, but at this moment, it seems to me that his speed is no different from the average person. In the process of rushing forward, the severed arm that had been cut off by the blue bird squirmed rapidly, and it quickly grew back into the arm as if rubbing plasticine. I couldn't see any bones or muscles in his wounds, maybe he didn't even have internal organs. I've never seen his immortality with my own eyes, and if he could recover like this, he wouldn't die. But what happens if you get struck by a siren's blade?

I forced myself to judge the situation calmly. I thought it would be difficult, but I did it very easily. Then, without hesitation, swing the axe and slash at the head of the demon.

It turns out that I can still be so cruel to others, I sigh somewhere in my heart. However, I have too many reasons to be cruel to the demons. He killed me twice, cut off the bluebird's left arm, and once killed hundreds of people, and I really can't find a reason to hesitate. That being said, I might still hesitate, this is the complexity of human nature.

And as a result, I was relieved of myself. I didn't hesitate at all, and my mind was full of other thoughts before cutting off his head. I even felt that it was not enough to take him as an opponent, and I had to break the corpse to be at ease.

It's a pity that my blow didn't work. With a grip of his right hand, the dark shadow matter that made up his body separated, turning into an axe that was exactly the same shape as the siren's blade, colliding with the axe on my side.

The impact of the axes and the axes sent out a loud noise and shock wave like detonating explosives.

I just felt my palms tingle and the axe was about to come out of my hand. And he was far more familiar with the feeling than I was, quickly regaining his posture and striking another blow at the door of my head.

If it was before, I would definitely be hit, but now I avoid it. Not only because of the speed, but when he struck this blow, I had a very clear "awareness" in my consciousness, and I sensed that "he is going to do this next", so I retreated at the same time as he attacked.

Immediately after, he attacked one after another. The moves were all fatal blows, and I could almost see myself killed, but in the end I avoided them all in the same way.

Is such a powerful "awareness" also a change brought to me by the Siren's Blade? With this incredible phenomenon, I took the opportunity to overcome my fear of death and injury, and aimed at the gap between the Majin's attacks and struck a blow. However, he also seemed to be able to see my movements in advance, and adopted a parrying strategy as I attacked.

Attack, Counter, Block, Dodge...... In the midst of the continuous confrontations, in a world that has become slow, only me and the demons are exchanging attacks at a normal speed. Gradually, I figured out how fast I am now.

With the majesty of the siren blade, I do have the explosive power of the Majin level.

But this raises the question, why can the demons still be able to fight me?

If I have the Siren Blade and have been upgraded from a weak ordinary person to a Majin-level warrior, then the Majin who has lost the Siren Blade should not have degenerated from a Majin to a weak ordinary person?

Or is the Siren's Blade no longer in his hands, but he is still the true owner of the Siren's Blade, and can share the power of the Siren's Blade in some way?

Another collision, and I noticed that his Shadow Axe was inferior to the Siren's Blade, and there was a rather glaring breach, but in the blink of an eye, it was back to normal. He attacked again, and the situation was already visibly tilting in his favor.

In any case, my combat experience is too scarce. Although I have a strong "awareness", this awareness only helps me to point out the problem, but it does not reveal the solution for me.

On the other hand, the Majin is obviously quite familiar with combat, and his heart is probably full of dazzling "problem-solving ideas".

This is not a battle of rivalry at all. The reason why I haven't been killed at this moment is only because I have changed to a defensive posture in time.

If I rush back to the offensive, I'm afraid that within three moves, I will be dead on the spot.

It would be nice if he could fight with the blue bird together, even if the demon has a lot of combat experience, he can't beat four hands with two fists. However, after the heavy blow just now, the blue bird has lost her combat effectiveness, and I don't know if she is still awake, and I am also anxious that I can't withdraw to confirm her specific safety. If I had been able to get the Siren's Blade sooner, the thought of this had just risen in my mind, I couldn't help but laugh at myself, it would have been too extravagant.

I haven't given up on killing the demons yet, but I have to admit that I don't have enough power. Although I hope that I can be like the protagonist of a battle comic, I can quickly weave a reversal tactic when I am pressed and beaten by the enemy, but only when I am really in this situation do I deeply realize that in this fast-paced hand-to-hand combat, let alone weaving tactics, the slightest distraction will cost my life.

In order to gain a chance to breathe and think, and also to keep the battlefield away from the seriously injured Blue Bird, I had to retreat quickly.

The gesture of the demon chasing after me is like a pledge to never let go of my hellish demons.

"Do you have any special old feud with me?" Trying to talk to him, he turned a deaf ear. I silently said to myself, "Who are you?"

Five years ago, did you also kill the front table on Nameless Mountain like this? Or, as I imagined in the most bizarre way, that you were the ghost who had incarnated after the death of the former table, and wanted to punish me for living alone? If not, why are you so obsessed with killing me?

I don't want to be killed by you in confusion.

- And you don't want to be killed by me in confusion.

It may seem like I'm getting carried away at the first taste of power, but now I do have what it takes to kill you. Although it is far inferior to you, it is finally able to fight you like this.

He may have "sensed" my thoughts from his gaze, and the next second, he suddenly accelerated, and the axe slashed at me with the strongest force.

The previous description seemed to me and the Majin to be like ordinary warriors fighting with cold weapons, but in fact, our battles were fought at super high speeds that ordinary people couldn't capture. This blow was even more violent beyond the realm of common sense, and even hit me directly in a blocking posture to take off, and I was actually knocked dozens of meters away by this force like a baseball.

Unfortunately, it landed much lower than I expected, probably under a small cliff. I waited a few more seconds before I hit the ground and rolled down the downhill for some distance. Ordinary people must have been crushed, but at this point, I just felt a lot of pain, like a water balloon that burst after a poke turned into a rubber ball that no matter how much I hit it. However, I was dazzled by the fall, and it was difficult to discern the direction in which I came. Luckily, I have a unique way of discerning – checking the "intuitive guidance".

Every time I wandered in this mountain forest before, I could feel the guidance, and experience told me that this guidance would take me to the place where the demons were.

It is likely that the "intuition of the demons" mentioned by the blue bird is the same thing as my "intuitive guidance".

I calmed my mind and sensed it silently. You don't have to work too hard, as long as your attention isn't drawn to something else, you can immediately grasp this sense of being guided.

This time, however, my judgment was seriously wrong.

As I waited in the direction of the guide, I heard the undisguised sound of footsteps behind me. Looking back, a pitch-black axe slashed through the darkness.

I reflexively parried the axe, and only then did I see the Majin who was almost one with the darkness.

How can it be...... How could he come from the opposite direction of the guide?

Could it be that just as the blue bird can provide me with a "talisman to shield the senses", he also has some kind of "method of confusing the senses"?

Or is it ...... Did I get it wrong from the premise?

"The guidance of intuition" didn't lead me to the place where the demons were from the beginning?

So, where is this intuition trying to lead me?

Disrupted by the sudden attack from behind, it was difficult for me to continue to defend this time, so I could only retreat again and again. And the demon seized this opportunity, and suddenly raised his left hand, condensing a black stick; At the same time, the right hand continued to swing the great axe, delivering a fatal blow to me.

I jumped back as fast as I could, narrowly avoiding the blow. But in the next moment, he spliced the black stick in his left hand to the grip of the axe in his right hand with uncontrollable speed, and at the same time rushed to my front with great speed.

He held a long-handled axe in both hands and swung it fiercely.

I had expected that he would not be able to attack me at this distance, but now facing this extended weapon is completely different. Before I could hit the ground, the blade of the axe shattered my entire sternum.

I fell to the ground in misery, and the last thing I saw was the Majin holding a great axe with both hands.

Everything was buried in the dark......

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The familiar sound of the radio reawakened my consciousness.

I slowly woke up from my seat on the train, my eyes squinting as the sunlight shone through the window.

I was back on the train to Nameless Mountain again. This time, I'm no longer surprised. I gradually accepted and got used to this "phenomenon of time regression", or "precognitive dream phenomenon".

It's just that everything has to start all over again.

This is my third death, and at the same time the one I am most unwilling to die with.

I've already gotten the Siren's Blade, even if there is a next time, will I have a chance to get such a powerful weapon again?

And...... What is that "intuitive guidance"? I thought it was an instinct that led me to the place where the demons were, but it didn't seem to be.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to calm the strong unwillingness that welled up in my heart. However, my strongest feeling at this moment is not unwillingness, but an inextricable emptiness.

Bluebird said that what happened to me was not "backtracking, but dreaming". I've never accepted that in its entirety, but if all of this, all of this that I've experienced myself, is really just a dream...... So what is it for me, who has invested so much emotion in this false dream?

Everything was just an imagination in my head, and in reality I never spoke to Bluebird, and Bluebird didn't remember me as a person......

Just thinking about it makes me feel as empty as if I couldn't feel my skull, and suffocated as if my body was being weighed down by something very heavy.

The feeling of being weighed down by a weight was so real that I couldn't even get up, like ......

Wait, it looks like something is really holding me down.

And it was so pressed against my thigh that I couldn't stand up.

I immediately opened my eyes and looked down.

The weight on my thigh was a giant axe.

A short-handled giant axe, to be exact. The axe is the size of a washbasin, and the material is a cloudy black, covered with rust that looks like the sea has been soaked all year round. Faintly, you can see what looks like blood in the cracks of the rust.

Holding the handle of the giant axe, he felt the surging power pouring into his body. Perception is also unprecedentedly sharp, and the world in front of you has become extremely slow, and only you can move at a normal speed.

It's the Siren's Blade.

The Siren's Blade actually came back with me!