I'm Just Telling the Truth-Don't Get Worked Up
No wonder I wondered why there were so few ghosts outside.
It turns out that most of the ghosts were sealed here in the form of red cocoons.
With the nourishment of the blood pool, they not only do not die, but can also slowly increase their strength.
In theory, a ghost can keep getting stronger as long as it keeps eating people.
Unless someone, like Kaigaku in the past, has reached the limit of their ability to eat people, their strength will not stop increasing.
The human blood contained in the blood clots that Tonryoku just dropped is undoubtedly the best tonic for these ghosts.
Through the transmission and filtering of their tentacles, they can obtain the most nutrients in the shortest time and with the highest efficiency, thereby enhancing their strength.
It can be said that the Blood Pool is more than just a machine for sustaining the lives of demons.
This is also a factory that can mass-produce powerful demons in a short period of time!
"Pfft!"
A tearing sound suddenly came from one of the red cocoons surrounding the blood pool.
A furry arm reached out and then tore the red cocoon to pieces.
A ghost resembling a werewolf appeared before the group.
Lower Rank.
With just one glance, the Scribe understood the other party's strength.
Although this was not a formidable enemy for himself and Tengen Uzui.
However, it would still be quite challenging for Tanjiro and his friends to deal with a demon of this strength.
Especially after reaching a certain scale, it poses a greater threat to their lives.
After the first ghost was born, one after another, the other red cocoons shattered.
Various kinds of evil spirits, in all shapes and sizes, gradually awakened from the red cocoon.
Even the weakest among them possesses the strength of Lower Rank Moon.
Among them, three are closest to the blood pool and are also the largest red cocoons.
The demon that emerged from it already possessed the strength of Upper Rank!
In addition to being shocked, the Scribe also saw a sight he had never seen before.
One of the red cocoons shattered, revealing a human being.
Just as he was wondering, the middle-aged man suddenly convulsed, and his body underwent a strange change.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed from an ordinary human into a hideous demon!
Moreover, at the same time the man turned into a ghost, a notification sounded in the Scribe's mind.
"Mission progress: 47/116 → 47/117"
The ghosts transformed from the blood pool actually altered the quest's progress.
Suddenly, a possibility arose in the Scribe's mind.
These ghosts, transformed through Dichai's hands, gained the lifespan and power of ghosts, but were also corrupted by Dichai's abilities.
Unbeknownst to them, they had become part of Dichai's backup plan.
No wonder Dichai said there were many small gifts here; that's what she meant.
Thinking about this, the Scribe understood why his mission progress had increased when he killed the Dog-headed Demon.
Every ghost transformed through the blood pool can be considered as one of Dichai's lives!
After all the ghosts in these red cocoons were awakened and brought to life, there was still a considerable amount of blood left in the blood pool.
Seeing this, Mitsu and Rokuya also ran towards the blood pool.
In this situation, even improving one's strength by just a little bit can increase the chances of survival.
Realizing what they were about to do, the Scribe shouted.
"Stop them!"
Chapter 416 Just telling the truth, don't get agitated
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, the first one to rush out was neither the Sound Hashira Tengen Uzui, nor Tanjiro, who usually respected him the most.
Instead, Gyutaro!
Without the slightest hesitation, he set his sights on Mitsu.
"Don't come any closer!"
Seeing that Gyutaro was getting closer and closer, Mitsu hurriedly shouted for help to Rokuya beside him.
"Help!"
Although she told Tonryoku that she hadn't found Koinatsu, Mitsu knew very well that Gyutaro had stopped her.
Regardless of whether he used the power of the Tonryoku or not, Gyutaro demonstrated his formidable power, overwhelming him and forcing him to retreat.
If it weren't for my good luck in using the Blood Demon Art to dodge, it's questionable whether I would have even made it here.
Mitsu even felt that if he hadn't wanted to protect Koinatsu and the two children, Gyutaro would have chased him all night.
What upset her even more was that she thought she would be safe once she arrived here, but she never expected to run into Gyutaro again.
It felt like having a cut made on your body and then having chili oil poured on it.
Despite Mitsu's cries for help, neither Rokuya nor Shiragi and the other demons stopped their tracks.
Rokuya, who was closest to her, even kicked Mitsu hard, using the recoil to reach the edge of the blood pool first.
She was no match for Gyutaro to begin with, and then Mitsu's kick caught Rokuya guard, causing her to fall directly below.
Even with all her might, she could only barely block Gyutaro's attacks.
"Haha, Mitsu, thank you so much."
A smile appeared on his face, and Rokuya nodded to Mitsu.
'Thanks to your efforts, I was able to enter the pool sooner. I will remember this kindness.'
Looking at the fake smile on his face, Mitsu felt even worse than if he had eaten a bug.
"Rokuya, you just wait!"
Hearing Mitsu's roar, Rokuya was not angry.
"Let's talk about it after you survive."
After saying that, he jumped directly into the pool of blood and disappeared.
Closely following behind him were the three ghosts: Anze, Shiragi, and Iryu.
At this point, apart from Mitsu, the unfortunate guy who was betrayed by his "teammate," the other demons have either been strengthened or are undergoing strengthening through the blood pool.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
His expression grew increasingly ferocious, but Mitsu could only watch helplessly as they disappeared into the pool of blood.
Gyutaro is no pushover, especially when he encounters his old rival Mitsu again; he shows no intention of holding back.
In the blink of an eye, the scythe had shattered Mitsu's Blood Demon Art.
Seeing that Gyutaro had gained an absolute advantage, Scribe frowned.
It wasn't that he was worried about whether Mitsu had any trump cards, but rather that he was concerned about the other party's recovery speed.
"Old woman, go to hell!"
With a single punch, he sent her flying, Gyutaro, wielding a scythe, prepared to decapitate Mitsu.
Even a ghost will be greatly affected if its head is cut off.
"Don't do that, just break their arms and legs."
Just then, the Scribe's voice suddenly rang out.
Upon hearing the Scribe speak, Gyutaro didn't even hesitate and simply flipped his wrist.
"Bang, crack."
With just a few sounds of bones cracking, Mitsu had his limbs broken.
His entire body slumped to the ground like a slug.
Tanjiro and the others were surprised to see that Gyutaro had captured Mitsu so easily.
Tengen Uzui, in particular, looked at Gyutaro with a solemn expression.
He could sense that the guy in front of him had the power to threaten his life.
Noticing the gazes of the group, Gyutaro remained silent, only giving them a cold glance.
He grabbed Mitsu by the back of his collar and dragged him in front of the Scribe.
"Sir, we've caught him."
After completing the task assigned to him by the Scribe, Gyutaro's cold expression vanished instantly, and he even asked with some curiosity.
"But I want to ask, why can't they just cut off the head?"
"Haven't you noticed that Mitsu's recovery is a bit slow?"
Pointing to Mitsu lying on the ground, the Scribe replied.
"This recovery speed seems a bit off for any ghost."
"That seems to be true."
Looking at Mitsu's still bleeding wound, Gyutaro scratched his head.
He had initially thought the slow recovery was due to the opponent's poor strength, but now it seemed that this was highly unusual.
Even a newly transformed demon could recover from injuries of this magnitude long ago.
From this perspective, Mitsu doesn't seem like a ghost; he's more like an ordinary person.
"I suspect there is still a chance that Mitsu can be saved."
"What's the meaning."
"What I mean is that her current state shouldn't be considered a true ghost, but rather a state between a human and a ghost, as I mentioned before."
Just as the Scribe was explaining to Gyutaro, Inosuke, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.
"That guy seemed to have said something before, like this old lady hadn't undergone any conversion or something, a bunch of stuff I couldn't understand."
Hearing Inosuke say this, Scribe became even more certain that there was still a chance to save Mitsu.
Judging from the situation, she is currently in a state of deep manipulation.
Like Suma and Makio before them, but to a deeper degree, they also have their own consciousness.
But as long as they haven't gone through that so-called transformation, they should still have a chance to return to being human.
Thinking of this, the Scribe drew his Nichirin Blade and slashed down with it.
"Ughhhhh!"
His arms and legs had already been broken, and now he was stabbed by the Scribe.
The frail Mitsu tilted his head and fainted.
However, while she was unconscious, her body underwent similar changes Makio Suma and Suma.
His body became feverish, a red dot appeared between his eyebrows, and he eventually coughed up a strange mouthful of blood.
"It really can change back."
After the blood left Mitsu's body, Scribe also clearly felt that the other party's aura gradually returned to that of an ordinary person.
"But we still need to treat it, otherwise it would be embarrassing if he bled to death."
Looking at the still bleeding Mitsu, the Scribe was at a loss.
"I'll do it."