Chapter 63: Watching the Creation Engine, Muzan Broke into a Cold Sweat

""Lady Kekelia… thank you for raising me to adulthood, thank you for leaving me the right to choose.""

""But… sorry, Mother. This is the last time, I cannot stand by your side.""

""……" Kekelia frowned tightly, slowly closing her eyes."

""You say the depths of humanity are stupidity and cowardice, perhaps that's true, despair will reflect the darkest side of the human heart.""

""…but you missed those who strive to survive and fight in despair. I saw the light on them, in the restricted zone front line, in the lower district, in the corners you ignored.""

""Our ancestors built this city with their hands, continuing civilization amidst the swaying wind and snow. Even if this world is destined to fall apart, the road to the ending should be paved by humanity itself—not by handing fate over to this calamitous seed!""

""……" This child, you spoke very well."

Night Raid Headquarters, Najieta listened attentively to Bronya's speech, unable to help but emit sincere praise.

As a future leader, Bronya not only underwent excellent military training, but also possesses composure in crisis; although she grew up in a noble environment, she can empathize with civilians and win their hearts. And likewise as a leader, looking at that young emperor within the Empire…

Gazing at the snow-filled screen within the Light Curtain, a hint of envy welled up in her heart.

Although lacking Beiluoboge's extreme and dangerous environment, the people within the Empire are nevertheless day after day subjected to exploitation and harsh rule by those above, their situation likely as harsh as that of the lower district's inhabitants.

""If Bronya were to replace the emperor and rule the Empire, we Night Raid folks probably wouldn't have anything to do anymore." Najieta smiled bitterly."

Future Beiluoboge can surely be foreseen to usher in a prosperous era as clear rivers and calm seas; yet the revolutionary army they lead does not know how many more must die…

Najieta shook off the ash from her cigarette, falling into contemplation.

""We are guardians chosen by ordinary people, Mother! Our duty is 【Preservation】 of the world built by humanity! We are not gods, not judges!""

Bronya fixed her gaze: "You want to trample humanity underfoot while playing god and judge—I cannot allow that!"

Kekelia's expectation in her eyes gradually faded, that rare warmth also drifting away amidst the wind and snow; she coldly said: "So… your choice is…… so. I understand, Bronya."

As if relieved, Kekelia raised her head and sighed: "Too bad… too bad you cannot see a beautiful world. You cannot break the shackles of thought… do you know? You should have been…… the【Mother】of the new world."

Just as her voice fell, the ground suddenly began to tremble, the surface cracking inch by inch, the mechanical roar echoing incessantly, like a war song spanning seven hundred years resounding amidst this ice and snow.

Kekelia's face finally showed a hint of a smile.

Her elegance, composure, and calmness…… in that instant of the earth's tremor seemed to return to her.

""This city… Belobog's fate has long been sealed; its future will unfold in our hands. And you will become the Foundation Stone of the new world!""

Kekelia raised her right hand; a point of cold light quickly condensed in her palm, ultimately forming a spear forged from icy frost.

""Without destroying the old, the new cannot stand! In my capacity as Great Guardian, I command you to rise—Creation Engine!""

Accompanied by the tremendous roar of earth moving and mountains shaking, a colossal mechanical hand, seemingly able to cover the sky, burst forth from the ice, the hand stretching toward the sky and slowly clenching into a fist; accompanied by the grating of gears, the surrounding air seemed to be squeezed into distortion, emitting a sharp, piercing howl.

""Oh no! It's an ancient machine of the City Builder! Everyone, be careful!""

Before Bronya's words had finished, that giant hand smashed down like a meteor falling from the heavens, with thunderous force, fiercely striking the Star People!

""How about it, Yujiro? Aren't you hoping to challenge the mighty things of the world?" Miyamoto Musashi burst into laughter, "Want to give it a try?""

Facing such a colossal creature, Miyamoto Musashi knew he was no match.

The essence of swordsmanship is killing technique; even if he has reached the pinnacle in the realm of the sword, he cannot cut non‑human beings. Moreover, a single finger of the Creation Engine is thicker than his whole body.

At this moment, Yujiro's hair floated up, his whole face twisted horribly, like a demon from hell.

Miyamoto Musashi understood, this was the manifestation of his fighting spirit at its peak.

It seems he really wants to challenge the Creation Engine, too bad…

""Hey, you guys, come look at this!" Tokugawa Old Master's voice suddenly rang out from behind the few people."

Tokugawa turned on the TV, only to see on the streets of Tokyo a burly man over two meters tall running wildly through the streets, his hair disheveled, naked except for a simple white loincloth, gazing up at the Light Curtain as the Creation Engine swung its heavy fists, while he panickedly dodged.

Along the way he knocked over countless vehicles yet remained unharmed; only when locking eyes with the Creation Engine did his face show the terror of prey.

""Piko…… is he mistaking the Creation Engine for a beast hunting him?""

""In the Cretaceous period he inhabits, there surely isn't a dinosaur of the Creation Engine's caliber? Though Piko can prey on Tyrannosaurus, he's helpless against this steel monster.""

""Because of the Light Curtain, Piko can't escape the Creation Engine's sight, so he flees in panic everywhere." Tokugawa sighed, "Maybe I should arrange it—bring Piko here.""

As the most powerful man in Japan, even the former prime minister Abe Jinsan treats him with reverent silence, Tokugawa protecting Piko is a piece of cake.

At this very moment, on the other side lies the Demon Slayer World.

At the instant the Creation Engine's fist struck the ground, Wucan's whole body involuntarily jerked.

A bead of cold sweat slowly slid down his cheek……

Together with him, the several Upper Moon demons watching fell silent in unison.

As long as their heads aren't cut off, demons can endlessly regenerate—but if this technological iron fist smashes them into pulp, I doubt any Upper Moon could still twitch!

After a long while, a cold voice echoed from within the Infinite Castle: "Yuhu, this ancient machinery—what do you think of it?"

""Ah…… " Yuhu instantly broke into a cold sweat.

What could he see? He could only hide inside the jar and watch!

With this punch, no Blood Demon Art is of any use!