The Final Trump Card: The Headless Warrior

Even so, their faces were quite pale, almost devoid of any color.

"Murata, please take care of them."

He said something to Murata beside him, and then the Scribe pointed ahead and said something.

"I'll go take care of things up ahead."

Following the direction the Scribe was pointing, Murata indeed spotted several more figures.

Without exception, they were all Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen controlled by ***.

These included both men and women, and their bodies were covered in scars.

The light in its eyes had faded, and saliva was dripping from its mouth; it showed no signs of being alive.

"Yes!"

Murata quickly responded, gripped his sword, and stood in front of Tanjiro and the others.

Nodding, the Scribe then stomped his foot.

His body shot out as if it had been inserted into a rocket launcher, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of a team member.

He took a step to the right and dodged one of the opponent's slashes.

He then stretched out his right hand and grabbed the player's back.

Immediately afterwards, something was pulled out of the empty air.

It was a Spider Silk so thin it was almost invisible!

With a strong pull, the Scribe managed to tear it off by his own strength.

Fortunately, these Spider Silk are only attached to the surface; if they penetrate deep into the bones, they might harm the people being parasitized.

After several attempts, he managed to rescue all three team members in front of him.

"They're all dead."

With a frown, Scribe looked at the three people who had already died before him and couldn't help but shake his head.

After this examination, he did not find anything strange on the other person's body surface.

But then, all three corpses began to swell at the same time.

"Again?!"

He quickly jumped back a step, then kicked the corpses one by one, sending them flying into the distance.

"Boom boom boom!"

After three violent explosions, shockwaves emanated from afar.

The slender branches were bent under the force of the airflow, and many weeds were scattered and blown away.

This demonstrates the sheer intensity of the explosion.

"It is not placed on the surface of the body."

With his nose filled with the stench of blood from the explosion, the Scribe's mind began to process what had just happened.

I have already examined the bodies of the three people and found nothing that resembled marks or anything like that.

In other words, even if the opponent uses Blood Demon Art, it can only be implanted inside a human body.

In that case, the Scribe will have to think it over carefully.

The Blood Demon Art, which can be manipulated through skin and flesh, is it really something that Tanjiro and his friends can handle right now?

In the original story, the spider family alone almost killed them, let alone the Mount Natagumo, which is several times more terrifying than in the original story.

Just as he was thinking this, Tanjiro suddenly walked up to the Scribe.

"Mister Scribe, let us go!"

Turning her head slightly, Scribe looked at Tanjiro beside her and saw a resolute expression on his face.

Although her face was still pale, the light in her eyes did not lie.

"You saw what happened to those players. If you're not careful, losing an arm or a leg is the least you can do."

"I know, but that's no reason for us to back down."

While Tanjiro was speaking, Nezuko, Inosuke, and Zenitsu all walked up behind him and stared intently at the Scribe.

His gaze swept across each of their faces, and the Scribe tried to detect a hint of fear in them.

But in the end, all he received was a steadfast gaze.

"All right."

With a sigh, the Scribe then waved to Murata was not far away.

"Murata, come here. I need you to do something for me."

"What is it, Mister Scribe?"

Upon hearing that the Scribe was looking for him, Murata immediately ran to his side.

"You joined the Demon Slayer Corps earlier than them, and your rank is also higher than theirs, Tanjiro and the others will be under your care."

"Ah?"

Startled, Murata opened his mouth wide, as if wanting to say something.

"What are you standing there for? Just like you thought, you're now the captain of this temporary squad."

Scribe patted him hard on the shoulder, and then asked Tanjiro and the others.

Do you have any objections?

Apart from Inosuke, Tanjiro and the others shook their heads.

Even Inosuke, who was about to say something, was silenced by a glare from the Scribe.

Looking at Tanjiro and the others beside him, Murata felt like he was about to cry.

It's true that he joined the Demon Slayer Corps first, and it's also true that his rank is a bit higher than theirs.

But that doesn't mean his strength is that great.

Murata felt he had little chance of winning against that Boar Head, humanoid monster who sent him flying with a single punch.

If the remaining people are all of similar strength, then I seem to be the weakest and the one who needs the most protection.

But the Scribe didn't give him a chance to object and directly assigned the task to him.

While Murata was pondering how to refuse, a river was flowing quietly in a place far away from Scribe and the others.

There was a huge rock on the side of the river, and a figure was sitting on it.

Her fair arms waved freely in the air, her nimble fingers moving rhythmically like a famous pianist playing a piece.

Covered entirely in white, it was like an elf in the snowy night.

Judging from her appearance, this ghost was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

"Tch, another three have been lost."

Suddenly, the white-haired girl cursed loudly, a ferocious look appearing on her face.

"What kind of guy is this, that he was able to kill three of my puppets in an instant?"

The spider-like marks on her face twisted and distorted, unsightly altering her beautiful appearance.

She clenched her teeth, and as if sensing something, her eyes darted around.

Just then, a clear, cool young voice suddenly entered her ears.

"Mom, is something wrong with you?"

Upon hearing the voice, the Mother Spider froze, her previously ferocious expression frozen in place.

She managed to turn her head and saw a figure standing behind a tree.

Like himself, the other person was dressed in all white.

The only difference was that the other person looked younger than him, and the right side of his face was covered by hair.

"Tired, why did you come?"

Seeing the sudden exhaustion, the Mother Spider cried out, a bead of sweat appearing on her forehead.

"It's not what you think. Mom will kill all the intruders."

"That would be best, otherwise Dad will be angry."

He nodded, but his tired face showed no sign of belief.

"The worst-case scenario is that you, Mom, could die."

Chapter 267 The Last Trump Card, The Headless Warrior

Upon hearing the word "death," the Mother Spider seemed to recall something and frantically shook her head.

"No, Mom promises, she'll kill them all soon and turn them into dolls!"

Hearing the other party's repeated assurances, Lei didn't press the matter further.

"In that case, Mom, you'd better hurry up, so I don't have to go and see the intruder."

"Okay, you go play first."

After saying that, the Mother Spider watched the white figure disappear, and her wildly beating heart finally calmed down a little.

"Damn it, you should all just die!"

After the exhaustion disappeared, the Mother Spider shouted and then opened her arms.

Countless tiny, invisible spider silk threads shot out from his hand and then into the forest.

On the other side, the Scribe and the others saw several more figures standing in front of them.

The only difference was that among these people, there was actually one living person.

Not much older than Tanjiro and the others, the girl's face was filled with terror.

"Please, send someone of a higher level right now, or I'll kill you all!"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

In the girl's hands, one hand held a swordsman whose chest had been pierced, and the other held a Demon Slayer Corps Member head had been completely severed.

It's clear that these are all things she did under the influence of ***.

Having personally killed her companions and comrades, the girl's psyche had been utterly destroyed.

Her eyes were lifeless, and she could only repeat one sentence over and over again.

The Scribe frowned, pondering how to save the other party.

He didn't know if the mysterious explosion would also affect living people; if the answer was yes, then the other person would only become a time bomb.

The girl with a fetish for sex clearly didn't give them time to think and rushed over quickly.

Not only that, the other corpses that had been controlled by the demons also swung their blades at Tanjiro and the others.

"One for each person. Remember, protecting yourself is the top priority!"

After shouting something to Tanjiro, the Scribe rushed forward.

Seeing the Scribe rushing towards her, the female swordsman also reacted.

The arms gripping the knife twisted in a way that defied the laws of the human body, and the bones cracked with a crisp popping sound.

The pain reached her brain, and the female swordsman let out a wail.

However, the strange occurrences involving her showed no signs of stopping.

After being twisted to its maximum extent, the Nichirin Blade flew out like a spring, directly slashing towards the Scribe's abdomen.

Without the slightest change in his eyes, Scribe simply turned his back and then clenched his fist.

By grabbing the other person's wrist, Scribe easily blocked the attack.