The scorching heat spread, leaving charred marks on the ground.
A huge gust of air erupted out, causing the surrounding houses to collapse!
It's hard to imagine just how much explosives the Shinri Family stockpiled in order to kill the Scribe.
The scale, grandeur, and severity of this explosion far surpassed that of any other explosion.
In the distance, an eyeball made of chunks of flesh is observing the town.
A ghost was standing beside him, and judging from its attire, it was actually a member of the Shinri Family.
The moment the sound of the explosion reached them, a sinister smile of triumph appeared on the ghost's face.
"It seems that the clan chief's plan has succeeded."
As he spoke, he patted the eyeballs beside him.
"You can go back and tell the master that the Scribe is dead!"
She glanced at him briefly before turning her attention to the flames of the explosion.
After a while, the chunks of flesh that made it up suddenly trembled.
The moisture inside seemed to evaporate out of thin air, and the entire body shrank.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a piece of dried, rotten flesh.
Seeing this, even a ghost knows that the eyeball has left.
"Today is truly a day to celebrate. I must share this good news with everyone when I get back."
He chuckled, a smug smile on his face.
"I wonder if that idiot Guangren will break down and cry when he hears the news."
He grinned, eagerly anticipating Hikari's reaction.
The man felt a surge of anger just thinking about how that guy had refused to become a ghost.
What humans, what Scribe —they were all blown up by the great Huiren chieftain's scheme.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.
"Should I take the Scribe's body back with me?"
The more he thought about it, the more perfect the idea seemed.
This would both prove the Scribe's death and gain the worship of other demonized tribesmen.
If Chief Huiren is in a good mood, he might kick out the Lightman and make himself a candidate for chief.
"Let's do it this way!"
Standing there gazing into the distance, the man waited until the explosion ended before walking over.
Soon, the town that had been destroyed by the explosion came into view.
The ground was covered with gray-black charcoal, and countless houses collapsed due to the impact of the blast wave.
The closer one gets to the Shinri Family mansion, the fiercer the flames become.
After such a massive explosion, the land surrounding the mansion was completely destroyed.
Without a long recovery period, it is impossible to put it back into use.
"It's so hot, really so hot."
Gasping for breath, the man kept looking around to make sure the falling charred wood wouldn't hit him.
"The temperature was so high after the explosion, there's no way Scribe could still be alive."
After walking for a while, the man began to have second thoughts.
According to his estimate, the temperature here alone exceeds the upper limit that ordinary humans can withstand.
If you crack an egg here, you won't get a fried egg at all.
Here, everything will be ignited and turned into charcoal!
The Scribe at the epicenter of the explosion was probably reduced to nothing but ashes.
With a hesitant look on his face, the man thought for a moment, but still continued to walk inside.
His plan to come in was naturally based on certain trump cards.
"Blood Demon Art * Crimson Blood Armor"
Silently, he activated his Blood Demon Art, and a large amount of blood flowed from the pores of his body, forming a suit of armor.
Connected Faces was covered, with only two small holes left for the eyes.
"That's fine."
A smug smile played on the man's face beneath the armor; he was quite confident in his abilities.
After becoming a demon, he tested the strength of this armor.
Not only can it block heat, but even close-range gunfire cannot penetrate it.
Even if something unexpected happens, the man is confident that he can leave safely with the help of this armor.
Finally, he arrived at the location of the Shinri Family's dungeon.
The three-story dungeon has long since disappeared, replaced by a huge pit.
The room was filled with rubble and charred wood, and the roaring flames radiated immense heat.
The man instinctively shielded himself with his hand, frowned, and stopped in his tracks.
"This amount of heat... forget it, I'd better leave."
"Why should I go looking for a burned corpse? I should hurry back and maybe I can catch up with the main group."
"Attack on the Hyakuya Family is a great opportunity for me to improve my strength."
Experiencing the intense heat at the epicenter of the explosion firsthand, he felt as if his blood was boiling.
Even with the armor providing insulation, the body temperature was still rising rapidly.
The forehead, which normally doesn't sweat, now had beads of sweat the size of soybeans.
If this continues, he might become the first ghost to be roasted to a crisp and then sunburnt to death.
But just as the man was about to leave, he suddenly heard a strange noise under his feet.
Immediately afterwards, the pebbles on the ground began to bounce up and down.
"Something seems to be rapidly approaching from underground."
After crouching down to listen, the man muttered to himself.
"Judging from the sound, it seems like someone is chopping something."
"Wait, a slash?!"
Thinking about this, an unacceptable possibility suddenly popped into his mind.
"No, no way."
His pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and ran outside.
But he had only run a few steps when the strange noises grew louder and louder.
The next second, a silver Blade Wind burst forth from the ground, heading straight for the man.
A piercing sound of wind breaking through the air rang out, like a thunderclap in broad daylight.
The sound was so loud that it drowned out the crackling of the raging flames.
At the same time, the Blade Wind's flight also stirred up a strong storm.
The airflow generated is hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times stronger than a normal sword swing!
In an instant, countless vortexes of air blew outwards from the center of the Blade Wind.
The immense air pressure actually extinguished the flames.
"That's impossible!"
He turned around with all his might, but all he saw was the approaching Blade Wind.
"You can't possibly still be alive, absolutely not!"
A roar erupted from beneath the distorted face; the demon's eyes were bloodshot with excitement, almost bursting.
"The Scribe!"
With a sizzling sound of flesh being cut, the roar abruptly stopped, and the fleeing body came to a halt.
Immediately afterwards, a thin crack appeared between the eyebrows of the armor and continued to spread downwards.
When the crack appeared between his legs, his entire body split open.
It was evenly split into two pieces, with its muscles, organs, and bones scattered all over the ground.
Silence returned once more, leaving only the sound of the flames burning.
After an unknown amount of time, a fist suddenly punched through the ground.
"Bang!"
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His skin, a mixture of black and red, was covered with cracks—scars from being burned by flames.
After punching through the ground, the fist exerted tremendous force, shattering the surrounding ground.
Amidst the scattered dust, a figure quietly emerged.
"Tamayo, we're out."
His dehydrated throat made a hoarse sound, but the Scribe's eyes were incredibly bright.
In his arms lay the unconscious Tamayo.
Just before the explosion, the Scribe used all his strength to slam into the dungeon floor.
The soil in the dungeon had become extremely soft due to its constant exposure to a dark and damp environment.
Under the bombardment of the Scribe technique, a large hole was blasted out in an instant.
He kept using his sword skills, striving to extend the depth of the cave to its maximum.
Just a second before the scorching flames touched them, Scribe, carrying Tamayo, jumped into the cave.
To minimize the harm to Tamayo, he held her tightly in his arms.
Afterwards, the dungeon collapsed, and the entrance was blocked by various ruins.
Tamayo fainted from the impact.
Fortunately, his body was not seriously injured.
With the demon's regenerative abilities, it won't be long before it wakes up.
But the Scribe who stood in her way was only made of flesh and blood and did not have the abnormal regenerative power of a ghost.
His back was burned by scorching hot steel, and the burnt clothes stuck to his muscles and could not be separated.
The falling object struck his back, and his spine cracked with a crisp sound.
His handsome face was covered with black scabs, and his body showed signs of severe burns in many places.
It can be said that although the explosion did not kill the Scribe, it caused him extremely serious injuries.
Such injuries would have killed an ordinary person countless times over.
Even if the Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps are so badly injured, they still have to go to see their ancestors.
Only the Scribe, relying on the strong physique and iron willpower brought by his Rare Blood, managed to pull himself back from the brink of death.
This is the first time in hundreds of years.
In a sense, Shinri Keito's plan was successful.
Even with such severe injuries, Scribe did not give up.