"Hey kid, let go of my friend," a man dressed as a squad leader said in a deep voice.
As he spoke, he rummaged in his pocket for a while and pulled something out.
It was a musket!
When they saw their captain pull out a musket, the other soldiers cheered.
"Is the captain going to shoot?"
"You don't understand, this is called deterrence."
"Haha, that kid must be trembling with fear."
With a slight upturn of his lips, the squad leader enjoyed the compliment from his subordinate.
This musket is the squad's strongest weapon, with plenty of ammunition, enough to riddle a person with bullets.
Let alone one person, even if three or five people come together, they will be beaten to death one by one.
The man in front of me, covered in burns, is just a bit fierce; he doesn't have two extra hands like other people.
Thinking of this, the squad leader's smile deepened.
"I'll give you three seconds to let go of Anze, or I'll shoot."
He pointed the gun at the Scribe and began the countdown.
"Three..."
The Scribe, who was being aimed at by the musket, didn't turn his head, but continued to look at Anze.
"If you're here, Dichai and the others are already here too. Tell me, where are they?"
"I don't know, I don't know any Dichai."
"For a ghost, you're quite stubborn."
His gaze grew cold as the Scribe raised his Nichirin Blade, ready to strike.
"You're asking for it!"
Upon seeing that the Scribe was attacking his own men, the squad leader simply stopped the countdown and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
Amidst the wisps of white smoke, a bullet exploded and flew toward the back of the Scribe's head.
Seemingly unaware of the danger behind him, the Scribe continued his downward slashing motion.
"Pfft!"
An arm flew off, followed by Anze's scream.
"Aaaaaaah!"
He was rolling on the ground clutching his severed arm, his face contorted in agony.
If someone were unaware of the situation, they might actually be fooled.
But the Scribe is different.
Since Anze wants to keep up the act, I'll just add fuel to the fire.
To the soldiers' astonishment, the Scribe suddenly exerted force with his legs and stomped down hard.
He suspended in mid-air and performed a front flip.
The Nichirin Blade swung down again, this time using a slapping motion.
Ping Pong
A crisp clanging sound rang out as the force of the wrist, transmitted through the blade, was transferred to the bullet.
Then, the soldiers witnessed a scene they would never forget.
A bullet flying through the air was actually struck by a knife!
The flight path changed instantly, and the target became Anze was lying on the ground.
With a soft "poof, "Anze was still wailing, tilted his head back.
A spurt of blood shot out, and then he collapsed to the ground.
"This!"
He blinked, still unable to believe what had just happened.
"Captain, Captain, how could you kill Anze?"
"Are you blind? The captain was aiming at that guy, but..."
"What terrifying swordsmanship! How did he do that!"
Compared to the soldiers, the squad leader's heart was already in turmoil.
He had clearly aimed for the enemy's head, but it was his own subordinate, Anze, who died.
"A ghost, I know, it's a ghost..."
His expression turned somewhat manic, and the squad leader pointed his musket at the Scribe again, shouting loudly.
"It was you! You're the ghost! You killed Anze!"
As he spoke, he was about to pull the trigger again.
"Swish, swish, swish"
Just then, he suddenly felt a lightness in his hand.
The musket, cut into several pieces, fell from his hand, turning into scrap metal that scattered on the ground.
"Look carefully, see who the ghost is."
A low groan was heard, and then the squad leader saw the Scribe raise his knife and chop at Anze's head.
The next second, Anze's body suddenly trembled, and a bullet was squeezed out of his head.
The open wound healed instantly, and with a roar, he slapped Scribe.
"Damn Demon Slayer, die!"
In the blink of an eye, Anze's palm was covered with purplish-black down.
The nails grew long, gleaming with a cold light like sharp fangs.
"Blood Demon Art * Poisonous Blood Bear Claw"
At the same time, a faint fragrance also spread.
Every soldier who smelled the fragrance went limp and collapsed to the ground.
It was only at this moment that they realized that Anze, who seemed ordinary, was actually not human.
Despite Anze's furious attack, Scribe remained unfazed.
With a flick of his wrist, several flashes of sword light appeared.
Anze roared and screamed again. This time, his remaining limbs were chopped off.
"I'll ask you one more time, where are Dichai and the others?!"
With his foot pressing down on Anze's head, Scribe's gaze was icy as he spoke, each word distinct and deliberate.
"I'll give you three seconds, three..."
Chapter 568 Reencounter with Sabito and Makomo
Hearing the countdown from the Scribe, the squad leader felt a burning pain on his face.
He had just been yelling at the Scribe to stop, but now he was proving with facts who was right.
The brief three seconds passed quickly, but Anze, whose limbs had been severed, still refused to answer.
He gritted his teeth, a mocking smile appearing on his face.
"Although I don't know how you found this place, or how you know I'm a ghost."
"But I can tell you, you won't get a single piece of information out of me."
"Long live Tonryoku! Long live Dichai!"
By the end, Anze's face had become one of fanatic madness.
The Scribe noticed this and frowned.
He vaguely remembered that Anze and the other ghosts should have died in the Entertainment District.
But my intuition tells me that the ghost in front of me is the same one that was in the Entertainment District back then.
Moreover, his attitude towards Tonryoku has also changed considerably.
"Resurrection? Or some other method?"
After observing for a while, the Scribe did not see anything special about Anze.
With a single swing of the knife, he severed his head.
The large head rolled several times on the ground before finally stopping at the squad leader's feet.
Watching the head gradually dissipate, the squad leader screamed and tried to escape.
But after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, he grabbed his own throat and choked himself to death.
The unconscious soldiers did the same, ending their own lives with their own hands.
"I never expected you to still be alive."
Suddenly, a voice came from the mouth of the dead soldier.
"I thought you had died in the explosion at the Shinri Family."
"No, he's Mister Scribe."
With each sentence spoken, a dead soldier would take over and speak.
At the same time, they staggered to their feet and all looked at the Scribe.
Being stared at by more than a dozen dead corpses would make any ordinary person's scalp tingle.
But the Scribe was not afraid. He ignored the other soldiers and looked at the squad leader.
"Tonryoku, stop using these petty tricks."
The dead squad leader suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and wore a strange smile on his face.
"You are indeed very clever."
"How did you do that?"
Looking at the manipulated corpses, the Scribe spoke slowly.
"Your Blood Demon Art should not control this branch."
"Everything is a gift from Lord Dichai."
With his hands clamping his head between his legs, the squad leader snapped his spine with a crack.
Even so, Tonryoku's voice could still be heard coming from his mouth.
"Lord Dichai is the future Lord of Demons!"
After saying that, two beams of blood-red light burst from the squad leader's eyes.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
The soldiers' bodies exploded with a deafening roar, their internal organs and bones flying everywhere, and a cloud of blood filled the air.
After doing all that, Tonryoku then caused the squad leader's corpse to explode.
Immediately afterwards, the Scribe heard First Form of footsteps.
"Quick, quick, the sound of gunfire just now came from over here."
"I think I heard an explosion, what happened?!"