Army of Brain-Eaters
"Ha!"
Undeterred by his failed first attack, Hyakuya Shitsu twisted his waist and slashed again.
"Humans, you're courting death!"
Having been attacked twice by weak humans, the demon suppressed his playful thoughts.
He raised his leg and kicked Hyakuya Shitsu hard in the stomach.
"Hmm!"
A sharp pain shot through Hyakuya Shitsu, who felt as if his internal organs had been shattered by the kick.
His body flew backward, leaving a line on the ground, and he finally came to a stop with great difficulty.
But before he could stand up, the ghost grinned menacingly.
"Blood Demon Art * Earth Spikes"
The earth bulged slightly, as if something was about to emerge.
The next moment, a soil spike as thick as an average person's arm burst through the ground with a loud bang, heading straight for Hyakuya Shitsu.
In the face of life and death, he let out a roar and desperately twisted his body.
But how could his reaction speed possibly keep up with the ghost's long-planned attack?
With a soft "plop," a thick arm flew up.
"Ugh!"
A piercing scream rang out, but to the ghost's ears, it was the most beautiful music imaginable.
"Yes, that's it, shout it out a little more, hurry up and please me."
With a split mouth that almost reached his ears, Gui stared intently at Hyakuya Shitsu, his face filled with excitement.
However, after a few screams, the sound stopped.
Lying on the ground, Hyakuya Shitsu used her only remaining arm to grab her knife and support herself as she stood up.
"For the sake of the Hyakuya Family!"
Ignoring the bleeding wound on his severed arm, he had already disregarded life and death, and only one thought remained in his mind.
Kill! Kill the demon in front of you!
Even knowing they are no match for the ghost, they still want to bite off a piece of flesh before they die.
This is the pride of Hyakuya Shitsu.
This is the pride of the Hyakuya Family!
As the humans charged at him once again, the demon's face gradually darkened.
"Boring game, die!"
As he spoke, he used the Blood Demon Art once again.
No matter how strong Hyakuya Shitsu's will was, his body eventually had its limits.
Under the demon's furious attack, several large holes appeared in the blink of an eye.
Blood flowed freely from her wounds, leaving her looking like a tattered doll.
His final blow merely left a shallow slash on the demon's chest.
"Cut."
Touching his wound, Gui looked at Hyakuya Shitsu with eyes full of anger.
As a ghost, I was actually hurt by this useless human in front of me.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
After stomping his foot hard to vent his anger, the ghost planned to kill him.
Under the influence of the Blood Demon Art, several earth spikes emerged from the ground and pierced into Hyakuya Shitsu's body.
Already severely injured, this latest blow sealed his fate.
The light in his eyes gradually faded, but his mouth was still saying something.
"For, for, a hundred, rain, home."
Upon hearing those words again, the already disgruntled ghost trembled with anger.
"Shut up!"
As he spoke, he was about to manipulate a soil spike to pierce Hyakuya Shitsu's head.
But just before the demon was about to make its move, a terrifying aura emanated from the mansion's main gate.
Immediately afterwards, a scorching Flame Slash flashed by and slammed into a house not far away.
The house was instantly blasted to pieces, turning into countless ruins scattered all around.
The raging fire ignited everything, and thick smoke drifted into the sky, obscuring what had happened.
"What's going on? What are those two guys at the gate doing?!"
The ghost waved its arm, still cursing the two clansmen guarding the gate.
Hyakuya Shitsu wanted to say a few more sarcastic remarks to Gui, but she didn't even have the strength to speak.
In the last few seconds before his eyes closed, he saw a figure.
A figure emerged from the flames, like Child of the Sun.
Although she couldn't see the other person's face clearly, Hyakuya Shitsu was certain that it was the person she knew.
"Ah, you've come."
A tear slowly slid down his cheek, and his last thought came to mind.
"Please, destroy these evil spirits."
Overwhelmed by drowsiness, he could no longer stay awake and his eyelids closed.
Hyakuya Shitsu, and death ensued.
"Do you like this gift?"
Arriving amidst the flames, the Scribe surveyed his surroundings, scanning each ghost in his sight.
"Who are you?"
The ghost closest to him bared its sharp teeth, seemingly trying to bolster its courage.
"What did you do to the tribespeople at the gate? Did you...?"
Before he could finish speaking, a flash of light appeared, and his head flew into the air.
Who I am is not important.
With his arm outstretched and slowly rotated, the tip of the knife appeared in the eyes of every ghost.
"The important thing is that you will all die."
"I am a swordsman who survived the flames of the explosion, and I have come to give you a great gift."
"A one-way ticket to hell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the living ghosts surged towards the Scribe.
They abandoned other prey around them, even kicking away food that was right in front of them.
An inexplicable voice inside them told them that if they didn't kill the man before them, all the ghosts would die.
"Kill him!"
For a time, the sky, the ground, and even underground were filled with the aura of ghosts.
Many of these demons, transformed from members of the Shinri Family, have extensive combat experience.
Especially those demons who were transformed from samurai are among the best.
Under their leadership, the demons, each with different abilities, joined forces and launched a combined attack.
All sorts of Blood Demon Art were unleashed upon the Scribe as if they were free, with the sole aim of tearing him to pieces.
Such an offensive would be difficult for any pillar to withstand.
There is even a risk of death.
But the Scribe's eyes remained calm, and his face showed no sign of panic.
He raised the Nichirin Blade in his hand, and the crimson blade burst forth with an unprecedented light.
The next instant, he slashed horizontally!
An enormous blade of light flew out, carrying intense heat, and engulfed everything.
It swallowed up the Blood Demon Art and also swallowed up the demon's body.
The blinding light caused the survivors to instinctively cover their eyes, and some even curled up, shivering.
It comes quickly and goes quickly.
After engulfing everything, the speed of the blade did not decrease in the slightest, and it flew directly into the sky.
"Boom!"
After flying into the clouds for an unknown number of meters, a thunderous sound suddenly came from the sky.
A red light appeared in the dark starry sky, so obvious and so amazing.
After an unknown amount of time, someone finally opened their eyes.
His pupils contracted instantly upon seeing the scene before him.
Such a scene is unforgettable.
Chapter 556 The Army of Brain Food
The Blood Demon Art that attacked the Scribe had long since disappeared, along with the demon that launched the attack.
There was no spurting blood, no severed limbs, and no severed head.
All the ghosts have disappeared.
It was as if it had never existed.
Their skin, flesh, bones, internal organs—everything—was melted by the intense heat of the blade.
It turned into ashes and vanished into the earth.
The Hyakuya Family mansion also suffered irreparable damage as a result of this attack.
Starting from where the Scribe was standing, the ground formed an irregular fan shape, showing signs of large-scale collapse.
Looking into the distance, you can't see where the end is at all.
Not only that, the stones on the ground also changed.
It was entirely red, and even showed signs of melting and dripping.
Within the range of this attack, whether it is a house or the ground, whether it is a human or a demon, the fate is the same.
"Is this something humans can do?"
On the verge of the attack, a human who had miraculously survived stared blankly at everything.
He was stunned, unable to accept what he had seen that day.
Evil spirits invaded, the clansmen were slaughtered, and now they have witnessed such a terrifying attack.
His worldview has been completely shattered, and his spirit is on the verge of collapse.
Suddenly, one of the "corpses" moved, followed by a faint sound.
"Yes, that's something no human could do."
"But that person can do it."