Looking back, Speed Demon saw the Scribe steadily approaching him.
"You're going to die!"
A thought popped into his head: Speed Demon knew that if the Scribe caught up with him, he would only face certain death.
"Leave immediately!"
Gritting his teeth, Speed Demon disregarded his own body and increased his speed again.
Speed up! Speed up! Speed up!
With its two feet moving at lightning speed, the Speed Demon seemed as if it were afraid that its Blood Demon Art hadn't given it two more legs.
The veins on his forehead bulged, and his face was covered in sweat.
Even so, the distance between him and the Scribe did not decrease.
With just a few simple leaps, the Scribe behind him closed the distance between them to within ten meters.
"Are you even human? How can you be so fast?"
Looking back at the Scribe who seemed so relaxed, Speed Demon couldn't help but curse.
"I don't like it when people say I'm fast."
Upon hearing Speed Demon's words, the Scribe frowned slightly.
It was clear that he was a little angry.
With a dark expression, Speed Demon couldn't understand why the Scribe was suddenly angry.
After that, the Scribe increased his speed again, closing the distance between them once more in the blink of an eye.
"Can it be even faster?"
Seeing the Scribe only a few steps behind him, Speed Demon had no choice but to accelerate again.
Before tonight, speed was something I was always proud of.
But now, even a human Scribe can keep up with him when he's moving at high speed.
Such Speed Demon has to wonder, who is truly the ghost?
However, no matter how fast he sped up, he could not escape the Scribe's grasp.
A second later, the Scribe put his arm around his shoulder.
"Don't run away, stay and play a little longer."
The hairs on his body stood on end, and the Speed Demon instinctively turned around to look.
The Scribe's face was so close, and the smile on his face was so genuine.
With a strain on his shoulder, the Speed Demon tried to escape from the Scribe's grasp.
But the seemingly fair hands were now gripping his shoulders like iron clamps.
The forward-moving body instantly froze in place; the feeling of using the wrong force made Speed Demon want to vomit blood.
Knowing he couldn't escape, he decided to fight to the death.
With an outstretched arm, sharp claws sprang from his hand.
In the cold light of the night, the claws reflected a chilling glint, sending a shiver down one's spine.
"Go to hell!"
With a shout, the Speed Demon grabbed hard.
The sharp claws pierced towards the Scribe's head, as if to tear it apart.
But the Scribe simply smiled slightly, his eyes showing no sign of panic.
He tilted his head and dodged the attack from the Speed Demon.
Then, he drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist and swung it forcefully.
With a soft "plop" sound, the Speed Demon's head flew off.
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The tossed head spun in mid-air, and Speed Demon stared wide-eyed, his pupils filled with disbelief.
"I... I was beheaded?"
With wide eyes, the Speed Demon stared intently at the Scribe, trying to figure out why things had turned out this way.
Why was my speed so easily surpassed by a human?
But clearly, he couldn't find out the reason.
Its head fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and then stopped moving.
"This... is... impossible."
With his last breath, Speed Demon uttered the last few words of his life.
Then, his body and head disappeared into thin air.
With a single strike, the Scribe killed the Speed Demon, yet no joy was visible on his face.
He dusted himself off and left without looking back.
Perhaps for the Speed Demon, the Scribe is the greatest enemy in this life.
But for the Scribe, the Speed Demon was just a minor enemy in his life.
After that, the Scribe found Kofuku and her grandmother again.
Although he didn't say what happened to the Speed Demon, Grandma already understood a lot.
After exchanging a few words, the Scribe left.
This was just a minor incident; his real purpose was to restart the train.
The next day, the Scribe carried a lunchbox and arrived at a train station.
The station here is very lively, with many tourists getting on and off the train.
After waiting for a while, the Scribe finally got the car he was looking for.
A black steam train approached from a distance and eventually came to a stop at the station.
There was a small sign hanging on the front of the train.
Two words were clearly written on it.
Unlimited.
"The Infinity Train has arrived. Passengers who wish to board, please board as soon as possible."
Upon hearing the broadcast, Scribe did not hesitate, smiled slightly, and got into the car.
Once he reached his seat, he put down his lunchbox and found a comfortable spot to doze off.
Soon, another person got into the car.
Chapter 305 Infinity Train
"It's been a long time, Mister Scribe!"
A strong, resonant voice rang out, and even without looking up, Scribe could hear it clearly.
The newcomer was none other than Rengoku KyoJuro.
Sure enough, when Scribe looked up, he saw the other person's hair, which was a mix of red and yellow, resembling an owl's color.
He knew why Kyojuro had come here, and he also knew who else would come after him.
Although I haven't expressed my intention to participate in this mission, I don't think there will be any major problems.
"Please sit down."
With a smile, the Scribe pointed to the spot in front of him and said...
"If you get hungry, there are bento boxes here, have some."
After saying that, the Scribe pushed the lunchbox in front of him forward.
Kyojuro sat down and, without any formality with the Scribe, picked up a boxed lunch and began to eat.
"Thank you Mister Scribe. I am indeed a little hungry."
After taking a few big bites, Tanjiro couldn't help but shout out.
"Tasty!"
The surrounding passengers couldn't help but cast strange glances at Kyojuro as he shouted.
But the Scribe and Kyojuro were no ordinary people; they completely ignored that gaze.
While Kyojuro was eating his bento, the other four people arrived.
Tanjiro, Nezuko, Inosuke and Zenitsu.
"This must be the destination of the mission."
Taking a deep breath, Tanjiro wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"But aren't we a bit too early? After all, we haven't received any official orders yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tanjiro noticed that Zenitsu beside him was acting strangely.
"Tanjiro, please explain to me what you mean by 'without a formal order'."
"It's just that the higher-ups haven't explicitly instructed us to take immediate action."
Somewhat puzzled, Tanjiro, as if not understanding Zenitsu, explained to him.
I figured arriving here early would help with the faster action later, so I brought you all along.
"You owe me money!"
Zenitsu shouted something, which displeased him.
"Unless there are explicit orders, please stay at the Butterfly Mansion a little longer. I want to see Shinobu and Kanae Kocho more often."
"That won't do."
With a serious expression, Tanjiro refused outright.
"Is the Flame Pillar still waiting for us? Besides, we've rested for quite a while now."
"I don't care, you owe me money!"
While Tanjiro Zenitsu "arguing," Inosuke looked around curiously.
Having lived in the mountains since childhood, this was the first time he had seen such an environment, and he was extremely curious about everything around him.
What's the deal with that creature?
Upon seeing the Infinity Train, Inosuke shouted.
"This length, this sense of oppression, there's no doubt, that guy is the strongest and fiercest mountain king in this area."
As he spoke, he took a few steps back and grabbed Tanjiro's clothes.
"Even if he's sleeping, we can't let our guard down. Prepare for battle!"
"What are you talking about, Inosuke?"
Turning to look at Inosuke, Zenitsu gazed at him with a pitying look.
This is called a steam train. Is this your first time seeing one?
"Steam trains, that sounds terrifying."
"Uh, no, it's just a mode of transportation."
"Absolutely impossible!"
When he was firmly refused, Inosuke wanted to draw his sword and fight.