While fear flashed in his eyes, a hint of anger also crossed Hirano's face.
Although it was fleeting, it was still captured by the Scribe.
"If you insist, I can send you to see your teammates right now."
"No, I don't want it anymore."
Startled, Hirano quickly waved his hand and shook his head vigorously.
"Then get out of here!"
After letting out a scream, Hirano ran off in one direction without looking back.
The Scribe could have killed him, but he didn't.
But that doesn't mean Hirano can leave the village alive.
The chances of an injured ordinary person surviving in such an environment are unimaginable.
The Scribe tidied up the packages on the ground and hid them away.
He still has many things to take care of; the funeral arrangements can only be made after everything is over.
On the other side, Hirano, who had been fleeing, was already panting heavily.
His hands were on his knees, and his chest heaved.
"Damn it, that's something I worked so hard to get."
He gritted his teeth, filled with anger at Scribe's sudden outmaneuver.
"I managed to steal this knife from a pile of corpses with great difficulty, and I even scraped my arm while doing so!"
Hirano kicked a stone away, clearly furious.
He was so close, so very close, to obtaining the wealth he had always dreamed of.
"Should we go back and follow that guy?"
With a fierce glint in his eyes, Hirano even planned to follow the Scribe and find an opportunity to kill him.
It seems he regarded the Scribe as an "employee" similar to himself.
Instead of being grateful for being spared, he felt that the Scribe had ruined his plans.
"Clatter"
The kicked pebble traced a beautiful arc in the air before finally landing in the grass.
Judging from the sound, it seems like something was hit.
"Huh, there's another person here."
A hoarse voice rang out, followed by the appearance of a tall man.
"Your blood smells a little different from what you would normally smell."
The tall man licked his lips, a hint of excitement on his face.
"Number 013 disappeared in this forest, so I came to search for him."
"We just discovered this village yesterday, and tonight we're already experiencing battle."
"Judging from your appearance, it seems you just ran out of there."
He raised his hand and gently pressed it on his forehead, then opened his skull.
"Why don't you entrust everything to 'Brain Food'?"
Looking at the monster before him, Hirano's face showed despair.
The next second, the brain food lashed out its tentacles.
Chapter 479 Eating Heart, Breaking Promises
"Boom!"
A loud explosion was heard, and a house collapsed.
In a village now filled with fighting, this is not unusual.
However, the two sides in the battle were no ordinary ones.
"You're quite good, Tokito Ichiro."
Looking at her severed right forearm, Dichai's face showed not anger, but rather admiration.
"The difference in our strength was so great before, yet you were still able to injure me to this extent."
"The next target is your head."
He could barely speak properly, and now Uichirou's face was covered in blood and his body was covered in wounds.
His physical strength and energy were completely exhausted, and his current condition was extremely poor.
His only achievement was that he had just traded injury for injury, cutting off Dichai's forearm.
But for him, it was just a minor injury that would heal quickly.
As for the previous slashes, they have long since disappeared.
"She's still pretty stubborn."
With a cold laugh, Dichai planned to deliver a fatal blow to Uichirou Yilang.
Although the little guy in front of me is not a "pillar", he has such strength.
Killing him would probably break the heart of the Demon Slayer.
As Dichai walked towards him, Uichirou's heart sank.
"Looks like I'm going to die today."
Just as he was ready to fight to the death, Dichai, who was not far away, suddenly stopped.
"It stopped, why?"
Looking at Dichai's conflicted expression, Uichirou somewhat puzzled.
"Judging from his expression, he seems to be hesitating?"
"Why is the Scribe's aura nearby?"
Just now, Dichai sensed through her abilities that a ghost had been killed.
That immersive, burning sensation was undoubtedly the work of the Scribe.
Judging from the direction he's heading, he's heading this way.
"Should we use this body to save Uichirou's life?"
Uichirou's strength has now dropped to rock bottom, and it won't be long before I can kill him.
But the Scribe who comes after will also behead him.
Although there were other "subordinates" in reserve, Dichai had her own considerations.
In the end, he decided to let Uichirou go.
After all, Imamura's body still has its uses.
"You're lucky, Tokito Ichiro."
Dichai gave Uichirou a ferocious smile, took a few steps back, and said.
"You've been given a second chance at life; I'll come back to take it from you later."
His eyes darted around, and after determining a direction, he sped off.
Watching Dichai leave, Uichirou was both shocked and somewhat relieved.
In any case, I've survived.
"What exactly happened?"
Exhausted, Uichirou collapsed to the ground, looking at the night sky and said...
"Muiichiro, you have to survive."
Soon, the Scribe appeared in front of Uichirou.
On the other side, after leaving, Dichai plunged straight into the forest.
He appeared on the treetop in a flash, looking in one direction as if waiting for something.
Before long, a red light flew in from afar.
As the distance continued to decrease, Dichai was able to see what was in the red light.
That was Kamihito Ichi, but now he was in a very miserable state.
His lower body had vanished, and of the remaining upper body, only his right arm remained.
Two large holes appeared in his chest and abdomen, and one could vaguely see his internal organs wriggling inside.
His pale face was filled with fear, and a hint of lingering dread flashed in his pupils.
"Kamihito Ichi, you've been beaten into this terrible state."
Seeing this, Dichai said.
"Has that guy gotten that strong?"
"Lord Dichai!"
When he encountered Dichai again, Kamihito Ichi's expression softened somewhat.
Guided by the red light, he stopped to the side and said.
"That guy's strength far surpasses mine!"
"Why, why did he fail despite having such strength?"
"Could it be that the Upper Rank at the front are all monsters?!"
"Shake your head, "Dichai retorted.
"You're wrong. It's not because you have the ability that you still failed."
"It was precisely because of this strength that he was able to survive the battle after the failed Rank-Swap Blood Battle."
"Besides, he didn't have the strength he has now back then."
Dichai's words were somewhat grammatically incorrect, but they greatly shocked Kamihito Ichi.
"So, that person..."
He was about to say something when he suddenly paused.
He noticed that the Dichai in front of him was somewhat different from before.
The other person's body doesn't seem to be the same as before.
"Lord Dichai's Blood Demon Art is not right."
He frowned, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he had seen this body somewhere before.
"It feels like the scaly body of that guy, Imamura."
He asked instinctively.
"Sir, do you know where Imamura is?"
In his view, Dichai was planning to retreat.
Moreover, after this battle, they temporarily lost most of their fighting strength.
As one of the two ghosts who followed Dichai the longest, Kamihito Ichi still cared about him even though he didn't get along with Imamura.
"Imamura, I know him."
With a smile on her face, Dichai pointed at Kamihito Ichi and said.
"Remove this barrier, and I'll take you away."
"Good."