"Blood Demon Art: Scale Severing Formation!"
Suddenly, the scales on the Gyokko's entire body lit up, and its speed increased dramatically once again.
Not only that, he was also jumping at an extremely fast speed.
One second you're on the ground, the next you'll be on a tree branch, and then on a rock.
By maneuvering unpredictably, he narrowly escaped the attack.
"That was close!"
Touching the wound on her face caused by the breath, Gyokko still looked a little scared.
The Scale Severing Formation was originally intended as an attack method for surrounding and eliminating enemies, but now it has been used as a skill specifically for escaping.
Moreover, because it requires the use of all the scales on the body, this move cannot be used continuously.
Otherwise, the scales would be damaged, which is something Gyokko would be even less willing to see.
Seeing the Gyokko suddenly rise rapidly, Scribe seemed to have thought of something and remained silent.
"If he doesn't have any other tricks up his sleeve, this should be the end of it."
With a cold glint in his eyes, the Scribe gripped the Nichirin Blade with both hands and swung it twice rapidly.
In an instant, two sharp beams of light appeared and shot towards the Gyokko along the ground.
Wherever it went, deep ravines appeared on the ground.
It was as if two giant blades were constantly cutting the ground, blocking the Gyokko's path to dodge to the sides.
If dodging left and right doesn't work, then you can only dodge up and down.
Even with a "Divine Hand," digging a hole still takes time.
After removing this option, only one choice remains for the Gyokko.
Sky!
The thick, powerful Serpent Tail slammed heavily on the ground, and then its entire body flew into the air.
"We've been tricked."
As the Gyokko flew into the air, the Scribe revealed a triumphant smile.
Gyokko, who had intended to turn around and mock him, noticed that smile and sensed something was amiss.
Of course, he managed to dodge into the air, preventing the two slashes from hitting him on the ground.
The problem is, while I'm in the air, it seems like there's nothing I can use for leverage.
What should I do if the Scribe strikes again at this moment?
His brain raced, and in the end, Gyokko could only come to the conclusion he least wanted to accept.
That means we have no choice but to tough it out.
Intense flames erupted from the Nichirin Blade; the Scribe was ready to unleash the Sun Breathing.
But just then, a voice suddenly rang out from the bushes nearby.
"Mister Scribe, watch out!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure suddenly darted out and slapped at the Scribe's head with a claw.
"Ghost?"
Looking at the ghost before him, the Scribe frowned.
He turned his Nichirin Blade around and beheaded him with a single strike.
The headless ghost didn't let out any screams; it simply collapsed to the ground.
Just as we finished dealing with this one, more ghosts sprang out from the nearby bushes.
If Jikan here, you'll discover that all these ghosts are your former subordinates.
I don't know when, but they have already awakened and appeared here.
Upon seeing the ghost that had suddenly appeared, Gyokko, who had been running away, stopped.
It wasn't that he thought these ghosts could stop the Scribe, but rather that he had some doubts.
"These ghosts give me such a strange feeling."
"We're here to help you, sir!"
Just as the ghosts were about to surround the Scribe, a group of Demon Slayer rushed out of the bushes.
Many of them had bloodstains on their bodies, as if they had just been in a fight.
What are you doing here?
Looking at the leader, the Scribe asked in confusion.
"Where are Tanjiro and the others? Why aren't they with you?"
"Tanjiro have gone into hiding, after all, they were injured earlier."
The leading swordsman was the same man who had spoken with Tanjiro earlier.
He was also the temporary manager after the Scribe left.
Where did you hide?
"They're hiding in..."
Just as the man was about to answer the question, he suddenly drew his sword and slashed at the Scribe's head.
Chapter 497 Brain Food Reappears
Faced with the Demon Slayer's sudden attack, a hint of horror flashed in the Scribe's eyes.
He tilted his head and narrowly avoided the fatal blow.
He then swept his leg at the lower body, knocking him down.
With a kick, the Scribe knocked the Nichirin Blade from his hand and used his knee to press against the man's lower back.
Lock the other person's arms with both hands, making them unable to move.
Seeing this, Gyokko, who was not far away, became even more curious.
"Are the Demon Slayer fighting amongst themselves?"
Having been a demon for so long, this was the first time Gyokko had encountered Demon Slayer with swords drawn.
In the past, they would exchange a glance and then work together to cut each other.
"Feel the power of our friendship!"
A smile appeared on her face, Gyokko became even more curious about the current situation.
"Could things be taking a turn for the better?"
Once the Scribe was certain that the Demon Slayer could not break free of his restraints, he began to observe the expressions of the others.
However, when the swordsmen discovered that the man had been captured, their first reaction was not surprise, but disgust.
The surrounding ghosts, unusually, did not attack; instead, they stood still, seemingly watching the show.
Was it premeditated?
Seeing this, the Scribe realized that this was not just the man's idea.
At least, the other Demon Slayer knew beforehand that he would attack them.
"Did you get *** controlled?"
The Scribe's first reaction was not that the Demon Slayer had betrayed them, but rather whether they were under human control.
This is similar to the situation at Mount Natagumo back then, where someone was controlled by spider silk or other means and did things against their will.
But judging from their expressions, they didn't seem to be in much pain.
Even the Scribe saw regret on some people's faces.
"They did this on purpose!"
His brain began to race as the Scribe considered all sorts of possibilities.
He and these swordsmen didn't usually have any interaction.
Many people had never seen this before; tonight was their first time.
Given this, logically speaking, there shouldn't be any conflict between the two sides.
Besides, even if there is a conflict, there shouldn't be so many people involved.
What's going on?
Just as the Scribe was racking his brains but couldn't figure it out, a ghost suddenly moved.
He took a step and walked towards the nearest Demon Slayer.
What happened next made Scribe and Gyokko's eyes widen in astonishment.
"Among you, are there any stronger ones? This guy is so weak."
With a hint of disdain, the ghost said dismissively.
"I said from the beginning that we should go together; that's the safest way."
The Demon Slayer didn't speak, but simply nodded silently.
The two seemed to be old friends who had known each other for a long time.
"How is this possible?!"
This time, Gyokko, who was hiding in the tree, exclaimed in surprise.
"The Demon Slayer and demons have teamed up?!"
What happened tonight has far exceeded what Gyokko could accept.
First, the Scribe was the last thing he wanted to see, and then the Scribe used "that" ultimate technique.
Now, the swordsman, whose duty is to hunt demons, is standing with the demons.
"Muzan, you wouldn't be hiding from us that you've gathered a group of Demon Slayer, would you?"
Of course, Gyokko also knew that this was impossible.
If Muzan truly had the ability to make a group of Demon Slayer willingly serve him, the Demon Slayer Corps wouldn't be in its current state.
However, he was still very curious about what was going on.
"Scribe, how would you resolve this?"
Looking at Scribe with a gloomy expression, Gyokko was eager to see what would happen next.
Seeing the Demon Slayer and the demon come together, the Scribe showed no shock.
It wasn't that he knew about this beforehand, but rather that he knew all too well that nothing is surprising in this world.
Perhaps today the other party is a so-called ally, but tomorrow they might turn into a man-eating demon.
Apart from a few exceptions, the Scribe doesn't care what others do or what their fate will be.
You seem quite confused?
At that moment, a swordsman suddenly spoke.
Then, the other ghost continued.
"Aren't you scared? How could we Demon Slayer be with ghosts?"
"Being afraid is the right thing to do; isn't that just human nature?"
With each sentence spoken, a different person or ghost appears.
Gradually, the expressions on the faces of these people (ghosts) all became the same.
An eerie atmosphere permeated the air, making one's heart race.
"Hahaha, be afraid, be scared, run away!"