Instead, the blurred flesh and blood seemed to come alive, gathering together in one place.
In the blink of an eye, it formed a huge ball of flesh.
On the surface of the fleshy ball, the Scribe saw many faces.
Tonryoku, Rokuya, Shiragi, Anze, Iryu, and even other demons.
The faces of the ghosts following Dichai appeared one by one, their expressions showing great pain.
They struggled, seemingly trying to break free from the ball of flesh.
But an unseen force stopped them, and they ultimately failed.
Finally, a face reappeared on the calmed surface of the fleshy mass.
When I opened my eyes, ancient characters were etched into my eyeballs.
"Upper Rank. Land."
"Dichai".
Looking at that face, Scribe said calmly.
"I've always felt that you're not as simple as you seem on the surface."
"It's really great to receive such high praise from you."
Dichai's face was calm, even with a hint of a smile.
"It seems you already know something."
"It's nothing serious, I just happened to guess it."
With a cold laugh, the Scribe spoke.
"As expected, you are the real Upper Rank Six."
"Oh, don't you think I'm the same as Kamihito Ichi and the others?"
No, you are completely different.
The Scribe shook his head, indicating his denial.
"Whether it's Kamihito Ichi or Imamura, their 'Upper Rank Six' is fake."
"It seems there are still big problems with our plan."
"Have you ever seen an Upper Rank bow down to a demon that isn't even one of the Twelve Kizuki?"
As early as when he met Kamihito Ichi, Scribe had already sensed that something was wrong.
Both Imamura and Kamihito Ichi's eyes are engraved with the words "Upper Rank Six," and neither of them has a cross over them.
This indicates that both of them are recognized as "Upper Rank Six".
But as Upper Rank Six, they were surprisingly respectful to Dichai.
It should be noted that when Scribe met Dichai in the Entertainment District, he did not see any mark in her eyes.
This alone is enough to make one think of many things.
Later, Dichai, who seemed to be just an ordinary ghost, was able to summon, or rather command, dozens of ghosts to fight for her.
This made the Scribe even more curious, and he spent a lot of energy thinking about it.
Finally, after considering the task at hand, he finally understood.
Whether it's Kamihito Ichi, Imamura, or even Dichai's ghosts, they are all "subordinates" created by Dichai.
No, to be precise, it should be called a "clone"!
Killing a ghost connected to him will increase your quest progress by one.
If it's just a superior-subordinate relationship, then there are too many suspicious points.
Only a "clone," or a resurrected backup plan, can explain this relationship.
Seeing what has happened now, the Scribe became even more certain of his guess.
The only thing that wasn't completely destroyed was the ghost "created" by Dichai; Dichai was an unkillable being!
In some ways, his ability already bears a resemblance to Muzan's.
"Okay, okay, okay."
Dichai laughed heartily, her face filled with excitement.
How long has it been? Ever since I became a demon, only Lord Muzan knows my true abilities.
And this man, whom I've only met a few times, has such a profound understanding of me.
"Scribe, you are very good."
The enormous ball of flesh began to shrink, as if all the nutrients inside had been absorbed.
It shriveled up at a visible rate, eventually turning into something resembling dead wood.
"Click".
An arm reached out and tore off the shriveled flesh.
"I can give you one more chance, become a ghost!"
A figure emerged from within; it was none other than Dichai, who had just died.
At this moment, apart from not wearing clothes, he was no different from others.
In fact, his aura was several times stronger than before!
He was only a normal demon a moment ago, but now he has strength close to that of an Upper Rank demon.
"After I and Muzan rule this world, I can make you the third person below us!"
"Open your arms wide, "Dichai said loudly.
"The demons are the future masters of this world. We are powerful and perfect, eternal and..."
"Stop, stop."
Before Dichai could finish speaking, Scribe interrupted him.
"I have absolutely no interest in becoming a ghost, so you don't need to think about it."
"Yeah..."
Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Dichai couldn't help but show a hint of regret on her face.
"However, I think one day you will join us."
Suddenly, his expression changed, and his tone became excited.
"Come on, kill me."
"Although my fused body is not weak, it is definitely no match for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of flashes of light appeared, and Dichai's head fell off.
After rolling a few times, it stopped at the Scribe's feet.
"Before we part, I'll tell you about my abilities."
"My Blood Demon Art is called 'Blood Progeny'."
"Any ghost born through my hands belongs to me!"
His expression suddenly turned ferocious, and amidst his maniacal laughter, Dichai's head turned to ashes and disappeared into the air.
At the same time, the Scribe's mind received another notification that the progress had increased by one.
But there was little joy on his face.
It only took away one of Dichai's lives. Given time, he could create a large number of "subordinates".
Wildfire cannot burn it all; the spring breeze brings it back to life.
Unless his last life is taken care of, or Muzan is eliminated, Dichai is really too difficult to kill.
Moreover, the Scribe vaguely sensed that the world was no longer so simple.
The underworld, which should only be inhabited by the Demon Slayer Corps and demons, has already seen many hands reaching in.
"A storm is brewing."
Chapter 475 Resurrection
While the Scribe was beheading Dichai, on another battlefield, Tokito Ichiro and Imamura Masashi were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
On one side is Demon Slayer with superb swordsmanship, and on the other side is a demon with Upper Rank- level strength.
The contest between swordsmanship and Blood Demon Art is also a test of the abilities of both sides.
"Bang!"
With his arms transformed into scales, Imamura blocked Uichirou's slash, then delivered a powerful punch that forced Ichiro back.
His frail body couldn't withstand the brute force, Uichirou had to flip over in the air before landing on the ground.
He stomped his feet heavily on the ground several times before he regained his balance.
"What great strength."
A hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes, and he gained a new understanding of Imamura.
In the previous battle, he had assumed that his opponent was the kind of person who was agile.
Unexpectedly, the opponent's strength far exceeded that of himself.
"This is troublesome."
Desperate to end the battle quickly, Uichirou originally intended to help Tanjiro and the others.
Just now, Muiichiro and Mitsuri were swatted away, and Tanjiro was also taken into the sky by a flying demon.
Although Tanjiro didn't directly take the sonic attack, he still fell from the sky.
Based on his assessment of Tanjiro, he was probably seriously injured.
"Survive, Tanjiro."
Gripping his Nichirin Blade tightly, Uichirou couldn't help but grit his teeth.
Imamura on the opposite side seemed to have seen through his intentions and continued to use a protracted fighting style.
He attacks, and then defends.
When he tried to retreat, the man chased after him.
Back and forth, he found himself getting further and further away from the house.
"What's wrong? Are you getting impatient?"
Seeing Uichirou's expression, Imamura chuckled and mocked.
"If you're so capable, then cut off my head and use it to save your friend."
"Of course, that's assuming you can do it!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
After this period of contact, Imamura has gained a full understanding of Uichirou's strength.
They pose a significant threat, but they don't possess the strength to overwhelm me.
If you play steadily and don't overextend yourself, you can completely wear him down.
After all, human physical strength is limited, and injuries cannot heal quickly.
If we drag it out until the Kamihito Ichi or when other ghosts arrive, we can definitely create a two-against-one situation.
Even if the Demon Slayer come first, I can find a chance to retreat.
He's a ghost, so a one-on-one fight is out of the question.
Gang fights are the only way to win!
Looking down at the severed flesh, and seeing that it had mostly healed, Imamura's smile deepened.