The Imperial Family, Overseas, and the People

The Scribe gave a low shout, stomped his foot, and suddenly accelerated.

Following closely behind Muzan, he also rushed out of the wooden house.

"Sun Breathing..."

With his eyes fixed on the approaching target, the Scribe exhaled a breath of white air, intending to use the Thirteenth Form.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he stopped his swordplay and instead unleashed a powerful slash.

In an instant, a fiery red blade flashed, Muzan into several pieces.

As he used his Breathing Technique, more than a dozen powerful auras erupted from the surrounding wooden houses.

Before long, the Pillars Himejima Gyomei by Stone Hashira Himejima and including Tanjiro, appeared.

Following behind them were quite a few other strong players.

"The Mister Scribe?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment when they saw the Scribe in front of them.

They never expected to encounter the Scribe here again.

"Don't be surprised."

With a smile, the Scribe pointed to the broken pieces at his feet and said.

"I came here for 'it'."

"What's this?"

After the Scribe mentioned it, everyone noticed the pile of broken pieces.

"It is Kibutsuji Muzan."

The moment he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on the broken pieces.

"But then again, it isn't."

Listening to the Scribe's words, Kyojuro felt somewhat confused.

"Mister Scribe, what exactly is going on?"

The Scribe did not explain, but instead asked a question.

"Kyojuro, do you think I'm strong?"

Is it strong?

He hesitated for a moment, but Kyojuro quickly replied.

"Of course he's very strong. You could say he's the strongest swordsman I've ever seen."

"Even if the real Muzan were in front of me, I would be confident that I could kill him with a single blow."

The Scribe spoke, plunging a piece of meat into his Nichirin Blade as he answered.

"But this is not Muzan, or rather, it is only one part of him."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared, and the piece of meat and all the fragments on the ground were chopped into powder.

Kyojuro remained silent, as did the others.

But then I thought, if Muzan really so easy to kill, how could he live up to his terrifying image that he had maintained for thousands of years?

As the minced meat dissipated into the air, a bright light suddenly rose from the distance.

In the blink of an eye, the light pierced the void and shot straight toward the summit of Mt. Sagiri.

Finally, the light transformed into a ball of light, hovering in mid-air.

The swordsmen were all on high alert, while the Scribe silently watched the orb of light.

"Don't be nervous, it was Shinri Masato who made it."

As soon as the words were spoken, a real voice came from the sphere of light.

"Mister Scribe, you are as smart as ever."

"Shinri Masato, just state your purpose directly, stop beating around the bush."

"Haha, okay."

A loud laugh came from the sphere of light, and Shinri Masato's tone became a few decibels higher.

"My purpose in coming here is very simple: to invite Mister Scribe and the members of the Demon Slayer Corps to participate in a game."

"You can choose to participate or not."

"As for the location of the game, we can only tell you after someone participates."

Shinri Masato's words sparked a discussion among Himejima Gyomei and the others, many of whom were learning of Masato's existence for the first time.

"Stop being mysterious. What game location? It's just 'Infinity Castle,' why are you being so secretive?"

The Scribe waved his hand, urging him on.

"That's why I told you to stop dawdling, but you still didn't listen."

The real person remained silent.

He never imagined that a human Scribe would know so much.

It's not easy to know that the Oni faction has a secret base, let alone know the name of that base.

After a brief moment of shock, the real person quickly recovered.

"Alright, then I'll tell you. The name of this game is 'Salvation'."

"Those who participate in the game need to save this land, save themselves, and save others."

"Otherwise, the entire land will be ruled by us ghosts!"

The real person's voice was full of excitement, yet it also gave people a sense of solemnity.

Even though they haven't participated yet, many people's breathing has already become rapid.

At this moment, the sphere of light rapidly contracted, becoming a single dot.

"Those who dare to participate, go to the 'Infinity Castle'!"

As the real voice disappeared, the dot suddenly cracked, tearing the surrounding space apart.

It descended slowly and finally came to rest not far in front of the Scribe.

Looking at the "door," Scribe turned to Himejima Gyomei and said.

"Going in might mean death, or it might mean a fate worse than death."

"You may be swordsmen, but you are also living, breathing human beings."

"Therefore, making choices that one will not regret is a right that everyone should have."

After saying that, the Scribe walked into the "door" without looking back.

As the Scribe's figure disappeared, the members of the Demon Slayer Corps fell silent.

Finally, Himejima Gyomei spoke first.

"Amitabha."

He clasped his hands together, and the prayer beads on his wrists made a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, he carried his Nichirin Blade and went inside as well.

The Stone Hashira have also disappeared.

"Is this the final battle? I can't wait."

Sanemi Shinazugawa laughed heartily, then stepped forward carrying his Nichirin Blade.

Behind him, Genya Shinazugawa was cleaning his gun.

"Let's go, brother."

Nodding, the Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa followed.

Next up are the Flame Pillar Rengoku KyoJuro, the Mist Hashira Muichiro Tokito Muichiro, the Serpent Hashira Obanai Iguro, and the Love Hashira...

Soon, all the pillars entered the "door".

Following these people were Tanjiro and his companions, as well as a group of Rank A and Rank B swordsmen.

Although many people went inside, the number of people lingering in front of the "door" continued to grow.

"What's there to be afraid of? We're here to answer the call to action!"

A tall man patted his thigh and said.

"We were once members of the Demon Slayer Corps, and we still are!"

Using his remaining right arm, he grabbed the Nichirin Blade and entered it.

"I never imagined that I would have to fight again."

"Urokodaki, Ahua, and the rest of you, you'd better try your best to survive tonight."

"The former 'Rumble Hashira 'Kuwashima Jigoro laughed."

"Zenitsu has already entered, I can't fall behind."

He straightened his hunched back a bit, and at this moment, Ciwulang looked just like an old warrior.

Though the body is old, the heart is not.

The trainers also went inside.

As time went on, more and more Demon Slayer Corps Member entered the "Door".

Nobody knows what's inside.

But they knew that tonight would be a decisive battle that would determine the future.

Chapter 609 The Royal Family, Overseas, and the Common People

The area in front of me was bright, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

When the light faded, the scene in the pupils finally became clear.

"This is the Infinity Castle."

Looking at the rows of rooms, each with its own unique character, Scribe glanced around out of the corner of her eye.

"I was the first to enter, and there is no one else around now."

"Muzan ordered Nakime to do it, didn't he?"

"Divergence? That's a good idea."

After standing still for a while, the Scribe did not see anyone else appear.

Having understood, the Scribe stepped forward and flew ahead.

Each room in the Infinity Castle is independent yet interconnected.

It's somewhat similar to a composite of the Kaigaku Blood Demon Art.

One second you're in this room and everything is normal, the next you might find yourself upside down.

For example, right now, the Scribe is hanging upside down in a room somewhere.

Although I felt like I was walking normally, most of the rooms I could see were opposite to my own.

"Roar!"

With a low growl, the door to the room suddenly opened, and a ghost darted out, lunging straight at the Scribe.

Without even glancing at the other person, the Scribe lightly swung his Nichirin Blade and severed his head.

"Lower Rank strength."

As the ghost gradually dissipated, the Scribe showed no surprise.

Even if Muzan the strength he had in the original story, as long as he was given a little blood, he could make a demon qualified to become a Lower Rank.

Not to mention now, he has obtained the "Blue Spider Lily" and become a true ultimate life form.