Rescuing the Demon Slayer Corps

One cut, two cuts, three cuts.

Every time he swung his sword, one tentacle would be severed.

The severed tentacles fell to the ground, writhing incessantly, as if they were living creatures.

Ultimately, the unhealed tentacles stopped writhing after trembling.

"The Scribe!"

Upon discovering that his tentacles could not regenerate, Ah Yu's angry roar came from within the bulge.

Immediately afterwards, the suction force in the large mouth intensified again.

The Scribe felt something pulling at him from above, and he was almost sucked away.

Fortunately, he shifted his center of gravity downwards, temporarily suppressing the situation.

"It's time to deal with you."

With another swing of his sword, he severed the tentacle, and the Scribe looked up at the sky.

Immediately afterwards, he gave up resisting and let himself be sucked away.

"Hahahaha, you can't hold on any longer, can you? Die!"

From inside the bulge came A-Yu's excited shouts; he couldn't wait to devour Scribe.

Once the Scribe is killed, no one can stop him from becoming emperor.

At that time, I will be the master of this land!

"For my great cause, become nourishment, Scribe!"

After the roar, the suction force in its large mouth increased again, reaching its peak.

In the blink of an eye, the Scribe disappeared into the mouth.

It snapped its hands shut and then began to chew.

The next second, Ayu sensed that something was wrong.

"It's so hot, so hot, so hot!"

Like a human eating a piece of burning coal, Ah Yu, though he had eaten the Scribe, was completely unable to chew it.

Sharp teeth would be cut off before they could even get close, and the tender mouth would be slashed with countless wounds.

Before long, the Scribe caused Ayu much more harm than before.

At this moment, Ayu suddenly realized that the Scribe had entered his mouth on his own initiative.

"He needs to spit it out!"

The moment the thought crossed Ayu's mind, he realized he couldn't do it.

The essence of his Blood Demon Art is devouring; even when used, it will only absorb more things.

The usable tentacles have also been severed and cannot regenerate for the time being.

In other words, he could only watch helplessly as the Scribe wreaked havoc inside his body.

"Come out! Scribe, come out here!"

A scream came from the bulge; Ah Yu seemed dissatisfied with the Scribe's method.

The Scribe didn't speak, but continued to destroy that huge mouth.

Just when Ayu thought the matter was about to end, the Scribe suddenly spoke up.

"As you wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a splash of red appeared from his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the red light pierced through flesh and blood, shooting straight into the sky.

It is indeed the Scribe!

As the ascent gradually slowed, the Scribe also struck a new pose in the air.

With a flick of his wrist, he swung the Nichirin Blade like flower petals.

The blade light spiraled out of shape, and the moment it formed, it suddenly fell.

"Sun Breathing * Tenth Form * Radiant Heavenly Glow"

Imagine the intense heat, like the scorching sun, surrounding you and piercing straight down onto the bulge below.

"No!"

Realizing that the Scribe wanted to kill him, Ayu, despite the intense pain, activated the Blood Demon Art once again.

The suction force pulled Scribe back into his mouth.

But this time, the Scribe, who was fully prepared, was not about to let him succeed.

The body wielding the Nichirin Blade was like a sharp thorn, instantly piercing the flesh in his mouth.

Sharp blades pave the way, flames guide the path.

No matter what was blocking his way, it could not stop the Scribe in the slightest.

In an instant, the Scribe rushed from Ayu's body to the bulge.

The layers of fat were broken open, turned into charred charcoal, and finally revealed what was inside.

It was a brain with several tentacles growing on it.

The ends of the tentacles twisted and intertwined, forming an organ resembling a throat.

The sound comes from here.

Ah Yu, who strived for the Emperor's goal, ended up like this.

They have even lost their human form.

"The Scribe!"

Seeing the Scribe appear before him after breaking through layers of obstacles, Ayu let out a desperate cry.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Almost simultaneously, the Nichirin Blade pierced that brain, easily penetrating it.

The Scribe's body then passed through, until it emerged from beneath the massive body.

After regaining his balance, the Scribe looked up.

Ah Yu's massive body was completely still, with a hole a meter in radius extending from above.

Those were the traces left by the Scribe's high-speed movement.

"I... am not... willing... to... accept..."

From within the bulge, a sound was laboriously emitted from the throat formed by tentacles.

Then, it turned into ashes.

At this point, Ayu died.

Chapter 603 Rescuing the Demon Slayer Corps

The massive body gradually turned to ashes in the evening breeze and eventually disappeared.

The Scribe paid no attention to Ayu's death and turned to look at the distance.

There were several ghosts there.

Although these ghosts dared not approach him, they had been secretly watching him ever since A-Yu appeared.

"Are they Dichai's men?"

With a sharp look in his eyes, the Scribe took a step forward and charged towards the ghosts.

Upon discovering that the Scribe was attacking them, the ghosts fled without a second thought.

In the distance, Dichai also received news of A Yu's death.

"I knew it, that good-for-nothing couldn't possibly beat the Scribe."

"Please calm down, sir. Although A-Yu did not succeed, he did buy us some time."

"Hmm, have the main force all evacuated?"

"Yes, but..."

"But what?"

Dichai glanced at Tun Tonryoku and said coldly.

"After I increased your power, why have you become more hesitant than before?"

"My lord, forgive me!"

He immediately knelt down, kowtowing Tonryoku, and said in a trembling voice.

"There are still some people who haven't been transferred yet, and I'd like to ask for your opinion first."

"Speak."

"Should we kill the Demon Slayer Corps members that Ayu captured before?"

Instead of replying immediately, Dichai asked a question.

Where is the Scribe now?

"He has already headed to the place we were in."

"Then let him go save people. The Demon Slayer Corps is still useful."

Hearing Dichai say that, Tonryoku was taken aback.

The Demon Slayer Corps is the enemy of demons, but judging from my master's words, there's not a trace of killing intent in them.

You'll find out then.

With a wave of her hand, Dichai signaled Tonryoku to step down.

"Get your job done, and we'll leave immediately."

Upon hearing this, Tonryoku didn't dare to ask any more questions, bowed, and left.

Dichai looked into the distance, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Brain Food, what would you do if I insisted on continuing?"

On the other side, the Scribe left the battlefield and arrived at Ayu's former post.

The parasite army has been defeated, and Dichai and his men have not appeared for a long time.

There's only one thing I can do left in Kamikawa Prefecture.

Rescue the captured Demon Slayer Corps Member!

"Bang!"

Kicking open the dungeon doors, the Scribe stepped into the filthy, damp dungeon.

"Someone's coming."

Deep within the dungeon, Himejima Gyomei sensed something and spoke to Kyojuro beside him.

"It's not a ghost."

The Wind Hashira Sanemi Shinazugawa, opened his eyes and said with a smirk.

"It must be those strange parasites."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure appeared outside the cell.

"Sanemi, I heard you saying bad things about me."

His expression froze on his face, Sanemi's face immediately showed surprise.

Himejima Gyomei also trembled all over, and then put his hands together in prayer.

"Mister Scribe, it's been a long time."