The Demon Scared Out of Its Wits / Information on Koyuki and Nezuko

The power of demons is inextricably linked to the number of people they devour.

In most cases, the more people who eat, the stronger the group becomes.

Of course, the stronger the person who eats it, the more nutrients it can provide, and the greater the help it can give to the ghost.

Right now, this Fat Demon seems to have noticed the difference in the Scribe's physique.

It could even be said that he already knew about the Scribe's "Rare Blood" constitution.

Driven by greed, he made this "losing" deal.

"Let me think about it..."

Instead of directly agreeing or refusing, the Dog-headed Demon uttered a statement unbecoming of a ghost.

Just as the Fat Demon was getting a little anxious, the Scribe spoke up.

"After you completed your mission, were these the only people who survived?"

"That's how it is on my end."

"I responded instinctively, "Fat Demon said curiously.

"The others probably killed more people than I did; there are probably no survivors."

He realized something was wrong as soon as he finished speaking.

How did this man in front of them know they had a mission?

"Hey, doghead, are you...?"

With a shout, the Fat Demon wanted to question the Dog-headed Demon.

But before he could finish speaking, a bright light appeared in his eyes.

Above the blade's gleam, flames he had never felt before flickered.

Chapter 406 The Ghost Who Was Terrified

"Sun Breathing * First Form * Dance"

The blade was wreathed in flames, the intense heat almost igniting the air itself.

"What is this thing?!"

His eyes were filled with terror; this was the first time the Fat Demon had ever seen a sword technique of this caliber.

Like a blazing sun, it struck straight into his heart.

In his previous lives, humans were nothing more than food to him.

Even the Demon Slayer Corps' Demon Slayer are just a few troublesome little guys.

But the Scribe felt the threat of death as soon as he swung his knife once.

"If I can't hold on, I'll die!"

His entire body's fat began to tremble violently, his body's instincts telling him the most terrible consequences.

"Awoooooo!"

With a roar, he unleashed his strongest Blood Demon Art.

"Blood Demon Art * Mud Snail Meat"

Its previously somewhat bloated body suddenly exploded, turning into pools of thick liquid that flowed onto the ground.

He was very confident in his abilities; this was a move that could almost completely negate all physical attacks.

What can you do if you can't even land a powerful slash on your own body?

Once these liquids flow into the ground, one can even manipulate the ground to some extent to create traps.

At that point, the roles of attacker and defender will be reversed.

"Get ready to die, Demon Slayer!"

His heart was roaring, Fat Demon's eyes were filled with excitement.

However, his expression changed the next moment.

The expected thing did not happen, and the Scribe's face did not show any surprise at having his attack dodged.

Even though he had used Blood Demon Art, the feeling of death brought by that slash was not diminished in the slightest.

It's even more concentrated now.

"You underestimate the Sun Breathing."

A cold voice rang out, and then the Fat Demon's vision was filled with firelight.

"Sun Breathing * Second Form * Azure Sky".

He swung his sword at the ground, and a flash of light, wreathed in flames, streaked across the ground.

"Boom!"

The thick liquid formed from the Fat Demon ignited the moment it came into contact with the flames.

The resulting violent explosion engulfed the Scribe and the Dog-headed Demon beside him.

A beam of fire shot into the sky, so clearly visible in the night.

In the distance, the survivors of the Toki-ya saw the appearance of the firelight, and a trace of worry flashed in their eyes.

Not long ago, the Scribe stopped them from continuing their pursuit.

He said he would take care of some minor matters and told them to wait there and hide well.

Shortly after he left with the ghost, explosions and fires occurred one after another.

"I hope he's alright."

Despite their deep concerns, they lacked the courage to go forward and see what had happened.

All we can do is hope that the Scribe will return soon.

On the other side, in the *** land, the Ape Demon, seeing this scene, also revealed a fierce expression.

He deeply felt the immense power contained in the Scribe's seemingly ordinary slash.

He grinned and looked at the Samurai Demon to the side.

As the strongest of the demons present, he was the nominal leader before that person arrived.

His actions greatly influenced the subsequent actions of his ghosts.

This was a rule set by Dichai, and the Ape Demon dared not disobey it.

Otherwise, the consequences will be extremely dire.

"Hey, what do you think?" (Reading La)

After posing his question, the Ape Demon noticed that the Samurai Demon was acting strangely.

Without anyone noticing, he had already drawn the short knife from his waist and was gripping it tightly in his hand.

As its body leaned slightly forward, it seemed to be trembling.

His gaze was fixed intently ahead, as if he were lost in thought.

"So that's how it is. Are you already prepared for battle?"

The Ape Demon pieced together the information it received in its not-so-bright brain and finally labeled the Samurai Demon as having "good courage".

That's what a ghost is. If you're afraid of even a human, you might as well just go sunbathe.

Only the Samurai Demon himself knows what state he is in now.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down his face. Samurai Demon could clearly feel the pressure that the slash had brought him.

Without a doubt, even if he were to take the blow himself, death would be the only outcome.

The fate of that Fat Demon, who was much weaker than himself, is self-evident.

"This guy was just an ordinary human a moment ago, how could he suddenly have such great power!"

The brain received too many things that defied common sense in a short period of time, to the point that the Samurai Demon's mind was in chaos.

"Is it a Pillar? Impossible. Dichai said that the Pillars of the past did not have this kind of strength."

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the figure emerging from the flames, trying to find a reason to convince himself.

No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any characteristics of a strong person in the Scribe.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the other party had swung that knife.

"They actually made it out alive."

A hint of curiosity flashed in the eyes of the Ape Demon as it saw the Scribe emerge from the flames.

"Where is that guy? Is he planning a sneak attack? What a sleazy fellow."

Cursing inwardly at the Fat Demon for being afraid of direct combat, the Ape Demon then spoke.

"Let's attack together and kill him!"

"No problem, I want to try this stuff too."

The other ghosts nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Some of the bolder ones have even started discussing who can choose the Scribe's organs first.

"A bunch of useless trash, and they still want to pick first."

He muttered a curse under his Ape Demon, then looked down at the pool of thick, unidentified liquid at his feet.

He wanted to use this pool of liquid as a medium to tell the Fat Demon to cooperate with their attack.

But before he could speak, he realized something was wrong.

The liquid that was just wriggling now seemed lifeless, completely still.

Moreover, starting from the edge, the liquid can also turn into specks of dust and dissipate into the air.

Although it was the first time the Ape Demon had seen this situation, it didn't stop him from knowing what it meant.

The Fat Demon is dead. He was killed instantly by the Scribe's knife!

"What's going on?!"

Just as he was getting a little confused, the Samurai Demon suddenly shouted.

"Ughhhhh!"

Like a madman, he shouted at the Scribe with all his might.

"Damn Demon Slayer!"

Then, he moved.

Seeing this, the Ape Demon quickly ordered the other demons to prepare for an attack.

However, what happened next completely stunned him.

Instead of rushing towards the Scribe, the Samurai Demon turned around and ran into the darkness behind him.

As he ran, he didn't forget to shout loudly.

"Don't come near me!!!"

A demon with the power of the Twelve Kizuki was so frightened by the Scribe that he deserted in the face of battle.

Chapter 407 Information about Koume and Nezuko

Seeing the Samurai Demon leave directly, a hint of surprise flashed in the Scribe's eyes.

He fled without a fight; this was the first time he had ever encountered such a ghost.

Although he didn't know how the other party had sensed his strength, he couldn't help but sigh.

The other party did indeed make the choice that was most advantageous to him.