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"The wounds from back then must have healed by now."

He tilted his head and dodged the ghost's sneak attack once again.

As the Scribe pondered his next move, he swung his sword and cleaved the ghost in two.

One ghost after another rushed out of the room behind them.

In the blink of an eye, the already small room became extremely crowded.

With his eyes darting around, the Scribe wanted to grab a demon and interrogate it about where Muzan or the Upper Rank were.

But there is no reason in the eyes of a demon; only the desire to kill and eat remains.

"Each one is at the level of Lower Rank, but all that's left is instinct."

Scribe pondered this in his heart, thinking that this must be the price for gaining power.

Not all demons have the potential to become Lower Rank. Even if Muzan can raise their power to the Lower Rank, their minds are destroyed along the way.

"Then you're useless."

His eyes narrowed, and he swung his Nichirin Blade once more.

Before the ghosts in front of him could make a move, the blade sliced off their heads.

The Scribe continued on his way.

The Infinity Castle is very large, and even though many people enter it, they are distributed in every place, and the density is extremely low.

Despite the Scribe's speed, he didn't encounter a single person after entering.

They encountered three attacks during this period, each wave consisting of demons with the strength of Lower Rank demon.

Correspondingly, each ghost also lost its reason.

Another sneak attack, which the Scribe easily dealt with.

Just when he thought the matter was over, a figure suddenly flashed by in the distance.

Upon discovering that the Scribe was not dead, but had instead killed all the ghosts, he immediately fled into the distance.

"A wise fellow?"

Upon seeing this, the Scribe immediately realized that it was a ghost with intelligence.

He sped up and caught up with them in no time.

It was a ghost that looked almost like a human, except that it had a purple horn on its forehead and some facial features on its hands and feet.

The ghost was wearing a decent outfit, with these words tattooed on its back.

"Shenli"

With a raised eyebrow, Scribe's face immediately broke into a smile.

"So it's an 'old friend'."

In a flash, he appeared next to the ghost.

"Spare me!"

As soon as the demon finished speaking, he saw a sharp Nichirin Blade pressed against his throat.

"May I have your name."

"Shenli... Ke"

Do you know who I am?

"Are you the Mister Scribe?"

"Now that you know what I'm saying, things will be easier."

The smile on his face widened, and the Scribe looked at Shinriko, his eyes widening slightly.

"Take me to Makoto and Megumin."

"The clan chief and the ancestors? I have no idea where they are!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Scribe punched Shinriko in the eye.

He controlled his strength well; although it hurt a lot, the injury wasn't serious.

"Ah!"

With a wail, Shinriko's ferocity as a demon was unleashed.

He instinctively let out a roar, wanting to retaliate.

But when he saw the smile on the Scribe's face, Shinriko's anger was immediately extinguished like a bucket of cold water.

What was I thinking just now?!

The thought of having murderous intent towards the Scribe did not lead Shinriko to praise his courage, but rather to consider how the clan chief would compliment him.

Instead, it's the scene where, after his death, Megumin berates himself for being a fool.

"The Scribe is invincible; flee at the first sign of trouble."

Every demonized Shenli tribesman was taught this sentence as their first lesson.

Before this decisive battle, many demons, including Shinriko, had made great progress in their strength.

They generally possessed strength slightly greater than the Lower Rank.

Not to mention such strength, even Upper Rank can be killed with a single strike once the Scribe gets serious.

What were you trying to do just now?

With a smile, the Scribe placed his hand on Shinriko's shoulder and said gently.

"Are you planning to kill me and then go back to claim credit?"

"I... I... I... I... I... I..."

Feeling a little dizzy, Shinriko was momentarily speechless, unsure of what to say.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a fist slam into his face.

When he regained consciousness, the swollen-headed Shinriko stood aside respectfully and said...

"Mister Scribe, the direction you are pointing is the battlefield I am heading to."

"I don't need you to go to any battlefield."

Waving his hand, the Scribe inquired.

"Since you don't know where Zhenren and the others are, do you know anything else? Tell me, and I'll give you a quick death."

He paused, and then Shinriko's body trembled slightly.

But he quickly calmed down and said softly.

"I can take you to the nearby 'door'."

"Door?"

"Yes, it's the door that our ancestor projected into the Demon Slayer Corps."

Nodding, the Scribe wanted to have him lead the way.

Suddenly, he realized something and immediately asked in return.

"That kind of 'door,' is it more than one door?"

"Yes."

Turning to look at the Scribe, Shinriko asked in confusion.

"Our ancestors have planted many 'doors' all over the country."

The Scribe raised an eyebrow.

He couldn't figure out why he did it.

"Our ancestor said that this battle is not just between demons and the Demon Slayer Corps; all qualified forces will get involved."

"A large number of humans from the royal family, overseas, and among the common people will enter the Infinity Castle."

"This game will be unprecedented."

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Upon hearing Shinriko's words, the Scribe frowned even more deeply.

"It seems that Muzan has made great concessions in order to eliminate the Demon Slayer Corps, no, in order to eliminate me."

His eyes narrowed, and he then spoke to Shinriko.

"Take me."

"Yes, sir."

Nodding, Shinriko took a few steps back and growled.

Two enormous wings sprouted from his back, carrying Shinriko into the air.

"Here."

With a gentle flap of its wings, Shinriko flew away into the distance.

The Scribe followed closely behind.

A human and a ghost leaped and moved rapidly through countless rooms.

Soon after, Shinriko stopped.

"That's the nearest 'door' that I know of."

Following the direction Shinriko pointed, the Scribe discovered a door on a large platform not far away, similar to the one in the Mt. Sagiri.

However, this door is much larger.

Amidst the flashing light, several, even a dozen, figures emerged and arrived at the Infinity Castle.

The Scribe did not take any action, but observed silently.

Within minutes, the platform was packed with people.

These people weren't dressed in luxurious clothes, but their faces were full of ferocity.

A red scarf was tied around his right arm, seemingly a symbol of his status.

They didn't have many weapons; most of them could only carry homemade knives.

Only a few well-equipped people carried muskets.

"These people must be a force from the grassroots."

After a moment's thought, the Scribe guessed the other person's identity.

This was a time of chaos, with various bandits and outlaws rising up everywhere.

Anyone who wants to establish their own achievements will gather a team in an attempt to gain greater benefits.

Although their combat strength is not strong, they are extremely ruthless.

For the Demon Slayer Corps, whose primary mission is to hunt demons, the existence of these individuals should not be underestimated.

Thinking of this, the Scribe looked at Shinriko beside him.

"Thank you for bringing me here, Brain Food."

"You're welcome, Scribe..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shinriko's expression changed, and he quickly changed his words.

"I am a member of the Shinri Family, not Brain Food, Mister Scribe, are you mistaken?"

"I'll give you three seconds to come out yourself."

With his gaze fixed on Shinriko, the Scribe raised his Nichirin Blade, as if he were about to slash it down at any moment.

Seeing this, Shinriko's face was filled with a conflicted expression.

Three seconds later, he sighed.