On its surface, there are three black dots, two small and one large, which seem to be its eyes and mouth.
Dozens of tentacles, like sharp needles, were firmly embedded inside the skull, securing itself in place.
Every now and then, some red liquid would flow down the tentacles into the sphere.
With a slight wriggling motion, the two smaller black dots opened up and transformed into a pair of blood-red eyes.
The larger dot below transforms into a mouth, with sharp, gleaming teeth that could crush any human tissue.
"Hello, Mister Scribe, I am Saito, or you may call me by my real name, Brain Eater."
As the brain food opened its mouth, "Saito" below also spoke.
Two completely different voices uttered the same words at the same time.
If it were an ordinary person, seeing this scene would probably make them vomit up their dinner from the night before.
Even the Scribe felt some discomfort in his stomach.
Although I have seen far more horrific scenes, the feeling of brain food is definitely not just a simple matter of physical discomfort.
At this moment, the Scribe had already raised the danger level of "brain food" to the highest level.
Devouring other people's brains and acquiring the memories of the dead is an extremely terrifying thing in itself.
Not to mention, "brain food" can also manipulate other people's bodies and combine with memories to form a perfect disguise.
In this state, even a "pillar" would find it difficult to distinguish between a "brain eater" and an ordinary person.
The Scribe didn't know how long this body, obtained through "Blood Demon Art," could be maintained, but one thing was certain.
By manipulating other people's bodies, Brain Food can move freely in the sunlight!
Chapter 452 Ontology
The moment the thought formed in his mind, the Scribe made his move.
With one step, he quickly closed the distance between them.
The Nichirin Blade at his waist was instantly drawn, and then it slashed fiercely at the brain-eating creature's main body.
Brain Food reacted quickly to the attack from the Scribe.
He opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and then roared out.
"Ughhhhh!"
A piercing sound, like fingernails scraping glass, rang out, transforming into a series of impacts that blasted towards the Scribe.
At the same time, Saito opened his arms and hugged the Scribe.
Without flinching, the Scribe allowed "Saito" to embrace him.
The opponent's strength is considerable, but not to the point where it needs to be taken seriously.
What we really need to keep in mind is that "sonic attack".
An invisible sound wave blasted into the Scribe's face, making him feel as if a giant hammer had struck the top of his head.
My head is spinning a little, and my body seems a bit out of control.
"We succeeded!"
Seeing his attack hit, Saito's lips curled into a wild smile.
"Give me your brain!"
Without hesitation, the brain-eating creature inside the skull pulled out more than half of its tentacles and swung them toward the Scribe.
Even though he has been discovered, as long as he changes bodies, who will know his true identity?
Moreover, the feeling he had towards the Scribe was quite peculiar.
Even if you multiplied the number of humans you've eaten tenfold, it wouldn't be as tempting as he alone.
"Strong body, here I come!"
Upon contact with the Scribe's body, the tentacles clung to it like octopus suckers.
The special venom secreted in his body was also injected into the Scribe's body through his pores.
The Scribe froze, completely rooted to the spot, motionless.
Upon seeing this, the brain began to control its tentacles, crawling towards the nostrils or ears.
It seems they want to completely destroy the Scribe's resistance.
However, at that moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Everything went too smoothly; the Scribe's resistance was practically nonexistent.
How could someone who could see through his true identity be so easily defeated?
Moreover, how could a human body temperature be so high?
Seeing the slight upturn of Scribe's lips, a bad feeling instantly came over me.
"Oh no, this is a trap!"
Realizing the attack, Brain Eater quickly manipulated its tentacles to stop injecting venom and tried to retract them.
"Sun Breathing * Fourth Form * Mirage Sun Rainbow"
* Sun Breathing * Eighth Form * Rengoku
The next second, the Scribe's body disintegrated, and he disappeared from the spot.
"Phantom!"
Seeing this, Brain Eater realized that all his attacks had been directed at the illusion.
"Where is the real body?"
His eyes darted around, trying to find the missing Scribe.
"Phew~"
A burning sensation came from behind, like molten lava enveloping Saito's body.
"Cut!"
In less than a second, he was chopped into countless tiny pieces of flesh.
The pieces of meat were almost identical in thickness, looking as if they had been copied and pasted.
"No way!"
After leaving behind those words, Brain Food, along with Saito's body, was burned to ashes by the flames.
However, the Scribe saw this scene did not show much joy on his face.
Logically speaking, a demon with such 'special Blood Demon Art's should at least put up a few resistances.
But the feeling that "brain food" gave Scribe was like that of a newly born ghost.
Both their attack methods and their judgment in combat are extremely immature.
"Could this thing be a clone?"
While the Scribe was "slaying" the brain-eating creature, far to the north, two enormous eyeballs opened.
"Number 013, lost contact..."
Its enormous mouth opened, revealing sharp fangs.
"Who did this?!"
It let out a low growl, its eyes looking extremely angry.
In appearance, he was no different from the brain food that had just been "slain" by the Scribe.
However, this ghost was dozens of times larger than the "brain food".
The entire body was not parasitized in any corpse, but was inside a huge glass container with a radius of three meters.
Countless tubes are connected to it, inputting or discharging strange liquids of various colors.
In the dimly lit and enormous room, apart from a glass container placed in the very center, everything else consisted of state-of-the-art medical equipment.
Not only are they expensive, but many of them are not something that money can buy.
The owner of this room must be no ordinary person.
"Bang"
The door to the room was pushed open, and a figure walked in from outside.
"Close the door."
After glancing at the newcomer, Brain Food said calmly.
"I hate light."
"They're just some lights, not sunlight."
Although the person who came in made excuses, they still consciously closed the door.
"I hate any light; only the dark and damp environment inside my head makes me feel at ease."
"You don't have a heart."
With a cold laugh, the newcomer spoke.
"I noticed something was off about you just now, what's wrong?"
"I lost one of my clones."
"You lost your clone? What happened? What did you do?"
"How should I know!"
He shouted angrily, his tone filled with rage.
"Number 013 is too far away from me; I can't receive much useful information from it."
"The last footage that came through seemed to show him walking with a man."
Upon hearing what Brain Food said, the visitor stroked his chin and said.
"You've provided too little information; there's no useful clue at all."
"However, losing just one clone shouldn't be a big deal for you."
With a cold snort, Brain Food did not refute the other party.
Clearly, he was more angry than about the losses he suffered because someone dared to attack his clone.
"Don't get excited. I told you before, your task now is to focus on studying the two guys we brought back."
"I've studied them quite thoroughly."
"Real?"
Upon hearing what Brain Food said, the visitor seemed somewhat excited.
"You're not lying to me?"
"Your Shinri Family isn't worth me spending so much effort to deceive."
With a cold laugh, Brain Food continued.
"However, the consumption is a bit higher than I expected, so you will need to provide more materials."
"That's no problem."
The person spread their hands and said nonchalantly.
"Whether it's a physically strong death row inmate, a large number of civilians, or you need foreign visitors, I can meet your needs."
"As long as you can achieve your goals on time, none of these things matter."
"I hope so. Go and prepare."
Slowly closing his eyes, Brain Food seemed unwilling to waste any more words with the other party.