Kneeling

In terms of self-preservation, it is also excellent; its tough body and ability to grow into gigantic clones provide maximum survivability.

But this is both the advantage and the disadvantage of the Hantengu.

Brain Foods doesn't want to cooperate with a ghost who is usually timid and needs protection when fighting.

As for the last choice, Upper Rank One, Kokushibo.

It's not that Brain Foods doesn't want to discuss cooperation with him, but rather that they dare not.

Kokushibo, who rarely makes a move or gets involved, is far stronger than he imagined.

The most crucial point is that the Brain Eater cannot see through the Kokushibo.

I have some understanding of the other Upper Rank Demon, including Dichai, and even Doma and Nao-shoku.

But even Kokushibo dared not claim to know anything about it.

Brain Food has a feeling that the secret of Kokushibo is far more complex than it appears on the surface.

After much thought, only Doma seemed like a suitable candidate.

"You're right."

The voice entered the real person's mind, and there was a hint of helplessness in the Brain Food's tone.

"Dichai has already gone to seek the help of Muzan, and it's time for your Shinri Family to take action as well."

"I know you still have a lot of things in your possession. If you don't use them now, you might not have another chance."

The man didn't speak, but simply grasped the top of the scepter and turned it slightly.

After a long pause, he finally answered.

"I understand, I'll go talk to Huiren about it."

"As soon as possible."

The last sentence was uttered, and then the brain food itself closed its eyes.

A researcher walked up to the real person and said coldly.

"Please leave. The main body has rested, and we need to continue our experiments."

Nodding, the real person then left via teleportation.

On the other side, Dichai also received Muzan's promise.

"I will appear within seven days."

"Thank you, sir!"

Dichai bowed respectfully and left happily.

With Nakime's teleportation, he left the Infinity Castle and returned to his own territory.

In the dimly lit room, space suddenly distorted.

Immediately afterwards, Dichai appeared on the sofa.

"My lord, you're back!"

As soon as Tonryoku had been waiting for a long time, saw Dichai appear, he immediately knelt on the ground and said.

"Everything you asked me to do has been prepared."

"Um."

Dichai got up, walked to Tonryoku's side, and placed her hand on his head.

"I now order you to take our secret legion and set off to complete the final mission."

"In recognition of your loyalty during this time, I will grant you even greater power."

"Tonryoku, my most loyal servant, remove all obstacles for me."

The kneeling Tonryoku trembled all over and shouted excitedly.

"Long live Lord Dichai! Long live the Lord of Demons!"

A smile appeared on Dichai's face, followed by a firm grip.

A large amount of red liquid spurted from his palm, turning into a thick, gelatinous substance that enveloped Tonryoku's head.

A faint crimson light emanated from Dichai's body and was transmitted to Tonryoku through the gelatinous substance.

In the blink of an eye, the aura of the Tonryoku increased by more than 30%.

As time went on, his aura continued to grow stronger.

Chapter 587 Kneeling

Imperial Palace.

Ten days have passed, but Ayu still hasn't returned.

After a brief moment of confusion, the Scribe understood the reason.

Yu planned to forcibly wipe out the Demon Slayer Corps before dealing with himself.

The price he will pay is that he will be insulted and scorned by the majority of the people.

It could even threaten his position as Crown Prince.

The emperor was beheaded, and his son not only did not return to avenge him, but also went out to wipe out others.

No matter how great the threat posed by the Demon Slayer Corps is, it should not be greater than the threat posed by one's father's killer.

However, Ayu did not do things in the order that most people would expect.

Unless he returns at an extremely fast speed after wiping out the Demon Slayer Corps and kills the Scribe.

He ascended the throne as the new emperor before news of his disregard for his father's death and his willful actions spread throughout the country.

Only in this way can there be a glimmer of hope.

After figuring this out, the Scribe closed his eyes.

Because he knew that when Ayu made that choice, the outcome was already decided.

Ah Yu will come, very soon.

The Scribe's aura grew weaker and weaker until it completely disappeared.

He was completely still, like a lifeless statue.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the sounds of fighting reached his ears.

Human screams, ghost howls, and the sound of chewing.

Outside the room, the ghostly aura grew stronger.

In the end, there was no trace of human presence left.

The Scribe knew that the palace had been taken over by ghosts.

But the ghosts seemed to have received some kind of order and did not invade the place.

Therefore, the Scribe is still waiting.

After a long wait, he suddenly opened his eyes.

A petite figure appeared at the doorway.

His clothes were tattered, and his body was covered with knife marks, bite marks, and even gunshot wounds.

The blood that flowed out had long since congealed, turning into reddish-black grime, and then new blood would cover it.

His dark purple hair was covered in dust, and his left eye was tightly closed, as if he could no longer see.

The Nichirin Blade in his hand was broken, with only the hilt and a small part of the blade remaining.

If it weren't for the slightly rising and falling chest, it might have just been a corpse.

Even with the backlighting, Scribe recognized her the moment he saw the figure.

Shinobu Butterfly.

"Tolerate?"

Hearing the Scribe call her name, Shinobu Butterfly's eyes lit up slightly.

"Scribe, sir."

With heavy steps, Shinobu Butterfly limped toward the Scribe.

As the distance between the two continued to shrink, Shinobu Butterfly suddenly knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Sir, please, save the Demon Slayer Corps."

With her head pressed against the ground, Shinobu Butterfly gritted her teeth and said.

Everyone except me is dead.

"They're all dead?!"

Upon hearing this, the Scribe's eyes widened slightly.

"It was done by A-Yu's men, right? If I'm not mistaken, they should all be brain-eating puppets."

"Yes, an army of over ten thousand men, all of them are puppets."

His fists clenched, and his voice, though trembling, betrayed a deep despair.

It wasn't until the moment they made contact that she and the other members of the Demon Slayer Corps realized that what the Scribe had said was true.

There really are ghosts in the world that can parasitize human bodies.

But it was all too late.

The Demon Slayer Corps must bear the bitter fruit of its own actions.

Even if it comes at an incredibly heavy price.

Recalling everything that had happened, Ren's body trembled uncontrollably.

"They were overwhelming, like locusts swarming across the land, enough to drown anyone."

"No matter how hard we struggle, we are just a small boat in a storm."

"All we can do is create a tiny ripple."

This was the first time Scribe had sensed despair in Ren's tone. He quickly got up and tried to help Ren up.

But Ren refused him, and the moment she looked up, her eyes were already filled with tears.

"Everyone was swallowed up by the demon army. First, it was Amane Ubuyashiki, then Tanjiro and the others. Gradually, Sabito, Makomo and the others also disappeared."

"Mitsuri, sister, Mr. Uzui, Iguro ... they've all disappeared."

"Only I escaped with the help of Himejima; only I survived!"

She gripped the Scribe's shoulders tightly with both hands, her eyes filled with tears and bloodshot veins.

"I want revenge. I want to rush in and save them."

"But I know I don't have that ability."

"Mister Scribe, please, save the Demon Slayer Corps!"

"Please, save the world!"

Looking at Shinobu Kocho, whose face was covered in tears and Shinobu Butterfly seemed somewhat deranged, Scribe spoke up.

"They did not die."

"What?!"

"I can assure you, none of them will die."

"But why?"

"You'll find out when the time comes."

After another long silence, the Scribe finally spoke.

"I promised you that I would help if necessary."