"Kill for our fallen comrades!"
A swordsman shouted, tears already streaming down his face.
With bloodshot eyes, he rushed towards the Scribe.
"To avenge our grievances!"
"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"
In an instant, all the swordsmen rushed toward the Scribe, shouting different slogans.
Moreover, these swordsmen even used their respective Breathing Technique to kill the Scribe.
The Breathing Technique, which was meant to be used to hunt demons and protect humans, was now being used against his own companion.
Looking at his former companions, the Scribe ultimately did not draw his sword, but instead sheathed it.
"The Nichirin Blade is not a weapon to be wielded against Demon Slayer."
He planned to bury these people with his bare hands!
Just then, a flash of light came from not far away.
Turning his head, the Scribe saw a female Demon Slayer filming something.
"That's... a camera?!"
With his eyes wide open, Scribe now understood the idea behind Brain Food.
"Framed."
Apart from himself, everyone present, both humans and ghosts, were beings controlled by the brain-eater.
If someone takes photos of their own killings, it can be used as evidence of a "frame-up".
Look, the Scribe has been deceiving us all along; he has killed so many swordsmen!
Presumably, similar remarks will continue to emerge after tonight.
Even though the Scribe understood what the brain-eating creature wanted to do, there was nothing he could do to stop it.
These fanatical swordsmen had already rushed in front of him, their faces contorted in a ferocious grimace, and were slashing at him.
Chapter 499 The Collapsed Swordsman
While dodging, the Scribe observed the female swordsman's movements.
As expected, the female swordsman smiled with satisfaction after seeing herself surrounded.
He kept pressing the camera shutter, capturing the "evidence" of the Scribe's slaughter of the swordsman.
"That's it, put in a little more effort, Scribe, kill all the swordsmen who stand in your way!"
Every press of the shutter recorded the battle between the Scribe and the swordsmen.
Of course, even if the Scribe hadn't used the Nichirin Blade, these swordsmen wouldn't have been able to kill him.
Not to mention, those who are controlled by the brain have already lost some of their fighting power.
Before long, all the "swordsmen" died at the hands of the Scribe.
Correspondingly, several bloodstains appeared on the Scribe's body.
"It's been so long since I've been injured."
Looking at his wounds, a rare ripple of emotion flickered in Scribe's eyes.
He had known long ago that not all of his enemies were ghosts.
Humans can be more terrifying than ghosts sometimes.
Now, having personally killed a Demon Slayer Corps swordsman, Scribe is also feeling uneasy.
Even if they were brain-devoured by brain-eating creatures and turned into puppets.
Without saying a word, Scribe simply tore off his tattered clothes and wiped the blood off his body.
These injuries are not serious and will heal quickly.
Just then, a group of people suddenly emerged from the bushes nearby.
"The second batch of swordsmen to provide support?"
After observing their attire, the Scribe determined their identities.
The incident happened suddenly. Although Ubuyashiki Kagaya had already conveyed the message through Kasugai Crow, the team members were located in different areas.
It will take time for them to arrive, and besides, they also need [something], so they should stick together.
Otherwise, entering the Swordsmith Village alone would easily make one a target for hunting.
The previous group of swordsmen were the ones closest to the village.
These people in front of us must have come from a slightly more distant place to provide support.
"Mister Scribe, are you alright?"
Upon noticing the Scribe, the leading male swordsman immediately offered his concern.
They could hear the sounds of fighting coming from a great distance.
Just in case, they changed their route slightly to see what was going on.
What they saw was unacceptable to everyone.
The Scribe, who should have been respected by the Demon Slayer Corps, was now standing amidst a group of swordsmen's corpses.
The blood on his body had not yet dried and was still flowing down his skin.
His wounds were clearly caused by the Nichirin Blade and Breathing Technique.
The expressions on the corpses were all very similar, all showing signs of anger.
This scene is a perfect depiction of "the Scribe slaughtering the swordsman".
"Sir...?"
He instinctively wanted to draw his sword, but fortunately, the swordsman managed to restrain himself.
Deep down, he hoped the Scribe could provide a satisfactory answer.
"Did you kill these team members?"
"Yes."
Without the slightest hesitation, Scribe nodded calmly.
"All the corpses you see are ***."
"Why!"
At this point, the swordsman could no longer hold back. His bloodshot eyes widened as he asked the question.
Why did you do that?!
"Because they have already..."
Just as he was about to explain, the Scribe suddenly noticed something and shouted at the swordsman.
"Get down!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present heard a hissing sound coming from above.
Looking up, one can see countless flames flickering overhead.
"Explosives!"
With a sniff, the Scribe could smell a faint scent of gunpowder in the air.
Get out of the way!
Realizing the danger was approaching, the swordsmen knew that now was not the time to ask any more questions, and they quickly hid behind the surrounding rocks or trees.
"Knock knock knock".
The ignited gunpowder seemed to have been calculated; the moment it hit the ground, the fuse burned out, and it exploded instantly.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
Every time a gunpowder explodes, it creates a huge crater in the ground.
At the same time, the sparks that fly out will ignite everything around them.
Flames exploded, burning the surrounding trees and the corpses of the swordsmen lying on the ground.
Some people wanted to rush out to protect them, but were pulled back by their colleagues.
These gunpowders were incredibly powerful and were not something ordinary people could afford.
Soon, dark gray smoke and dust spread out, and a column of smoke shot into the sky and dissipated.
In the distance, Gyokko looked at the burning forest and smiled with satisfaction.
Beside him was the female swordsman who was being controlled by the brain.
"Well done."
Seeing that Gyokko had successfully placed the explosives according to her plan, the female swordsman nodded in satisfaction.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."
With that, she turned and prepared to leave.
'Wait a moment!
Yu Hu called out to the female swordsman, Gyokko somewhat puzzled.
Who exactly are you?
In Gyokko's view, the demon before him clearly possessed the power of Twelve Kizuki.
If that's the case, why didn't I know about the other party's existence before?
"Who I am?"
A mocking smile appeared on the female swordsman's beautiful face, then she shook her head.
"That's not important. All you need to know is that we are all serving that lord."
With that, the female swordsman leaped several times and disappeared into the depths of the forest.
"That sir, are you referring to Lord Muzan?"
Gyokko Hu frowned, feeling that something was amiss.
But soon, he, who wasn't good at using his brain, chose to give up.
In any case, I managed to survive the Scribe's clutches.
Moreover, if the female swordsman's plan succeeds, it could deal a fatal blow to the Scribe.
At that time, both the outer world and the inner world will be filled with insults against the Scribe.
Whoosh whoosh~
After letting out a strange laugh, Gyokko also left.
In the distance, a red glow was slowly rising on the horizon.
The explosion had ended in the forest, but the smoke from the fire was hindering their progress.
The Scribe expended considerable effort to rescue a few people.
Even so, after being rescued, these people looked at the Scribe with eyes full of hatred.
One of them, the male swordsman who had spoken with the Scribe earlier, sat motionless under the tree.
His eyes, red from the irritation of the smoke, were filled with tears, and he murmured something.
Why, why is the Mister Scribe such a person?
Before they even saw the enemy, they had already lost most of their support troops.
Coupled with what had just happened, the swordsman's spirit had been severely damaged.