Annihilation

"You win."

He raised his hand and wiped his forehead, and his skull opened.

The body that occupied Shinriko's body was none other than a clone of Brain Food.

Moreover, in terms of completeness, it is still a clone obtained by direct splitting of the main body.

"I am Clone Number Six. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Scribe."

"Did you bring me here because you wanted to feed me, or because you wanted to?"

"Before answering that question, could you tell me how you discovered my identity?"

Number Six extended a tentacle and touched "its" chin in a very human-like manner.

"I've been in Shinriko's body for so long, and even Shinri Keito hasn't..."

"Because the members of the Shinri Family are ghosts."

Interrupting Number Six, the Scribe said calmly.

"If it's a ghost, it will play tricks and won't 'cooperate' with me so easily."

"But you are different; things went smoothly, as if it had been planned in advance."

After listening to the Scribe's words, "Shinriko" nodded.

"It seems that being too calm isn't necessarily a good thing."

"To get back to the point, both the original body and I intend to bring you here."

"As for why, please forgive me for not being able to say."

After speaking, Number Six's body began to break down.

"Suicide?"

"It was a sacrifice."

The voice of Number Six came from the invisible sound waves, his words filled with both emotion and relief.

"Since we're all going to die anyway, we might as well die a glorious death."

How do you know I would definitely kill you?

"Don't you know how?"

"No, you will die."

In the final moments of his life, Number Six emitted a wave of energy resembling laughter.

"Mister Scribe, if you cannot understand the true nature of this world, then we will take control of it."

The Scribe remained silent, simply watching the wreckage of Number Six vanish into thin air.

As Shinriko lay on the ground, he convulsed, and his lost brain rapidly regenerated and recovered.

"Huh, how did I get here? I wasn't brain-eaten..."

He opened his eyes in a daze, and before he could finish speaking, Shinriko saw a flash of light.

The next second, his head flew off his neck.

Shinriko's body also began to dissipate. The Scribe observed this while pondering the meaning behind Number Six's words.

But even after the black ashes had completely disappeared, he still couldn't figure it out.

There is too little information.

He shook his head slightly, took a step, and flew towards the huge platform.

Those gathered on the platform also heard the explosion, and then saw a figure flying in from afar.

After crashing onto the platform with a thud, a man covered in burn scars emerged.

"Who is he?"

Among the crowd, a tall man looked at the Scribe and asked in confusion.

"They don't have red scarves tied around their arms, so they're not one of us. Could it be that Muzan came?"

"I think so too, Nomura, why don't you go up and ask?"

"Inogari up, Inugari! Don't try to use me as a tool!"

With a roar, Nomura drew his musket and pointed it at the Scribe.

"Hey, who are you? Do you know who we are? What are you doing here?!"

"Leave?"

"What?"

With icy eyes, the Scribe spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I said, leave from here."

"Whatever you want to do, you can do whatever you want after you get out."

"But if you stay in the Infinity Castle, I will consider you as companions of the demons."

After hearing what the Scribe said, Nomura was stunned for a moment.

The Inogari beside him also looked pitiful, as if he could already see the scene of the Scribe being shot to death.

A few seconds later, Nomura burst into laughter.

"Let us leave? Don't be ridiculous, who do you think you are?"

"I brought my team here to fight for more benefits."

"That Muzan has said enough. He said that as long as I help him eliminate the Demon Slayer Corps and a guy named Scribe, he will give me endless wealth!"

He laughed until tears streamed down his face. Nomura wiped them away, a ferocious look on his face.

"So, kid, do you know what you're doing?"

"Then there's nothing more to say."

The Scribe sighed, then strode towards Nomura.

"Aim."

Faced with this "suicidal" behavior, Nomura gave the order without hesitation.

"Shoot him through the air."

The next second, dozens of muskets fired scorching bullets.

Chapter 611 Annihilation

Faced with the surging bullets, the Scribe narrowed his eyes and slashed horizontally with his Nichirin Blade.

In an instant, a flash of fire appeared, forming a musket in front of him.

The projectiles that were fired were all melted into scalding liquid upon contact with the wall of fire, which spilled onto the platform beneath their feet.

Nomura stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Is this really something a human being can do?"

After a brief moment of shock, a look of longing appeared on Nomura's face.

If he could acquire such power, perhaps Nomura could also establish himself as a king and control a region.

"Nomura, how about we cooperate?"

Inogari's voice came through, his words filled with greed.

"Can."

Without the slightest hesitation, Nomura nodded.

"Go! Kill that guy!"

With a pointed finger, several men drew their swords and slashed at the Scribe was standing nearby.

They didn't recognize the man before them, but they knew that Nomura would reward them if they could take his head.

"What's more terrifying than ghosts is the human heart."

With a soft breath, the Scribe moved.

He dodged one of the men's vertical slashes by sidestepping, and then struck his opponent's throat with a backhand palm strike.

When a vulnerable spot is attacked, the person hit feels a sudden darkness before their eyes, and then loses consciousness.

After snatching the knife from the other person, the Scribe swung his sword and decapitated the other person.

"Go to hell!"

Closely following behind that man was an even more robust-looking man.

Holding a machete, he swung it forcefully.

Before his attack could land on the Scribe, a flash of white light appeared, and the man was sent flying backward.

The people behind the man didn't have time to react before they were pinned down.

"Hey, what's going on, you..."

One of them didn't understand what was happening and just urged the man to get up quickly.

No matter how hard he pushed, the man did not react.

At that moment, a pool of blood flowed down.

At some point, the tall man's throat was pierced.

It was the very knife that the Scribe had taken from him that killed him.

The tall man's cleaver was now in the Scribe's hand.

"The workmanship is very rough."

After examining the machete in his hand, the Scribe judged that its quality was not very good.

"Oh well, it's just a consumable anyway."

Thinking this, he raised his arm.

"What's that guy up to?"

As Nomura looked on in confusion, the Scribe turned his body around.

As it turned, two Blade Wind flew out.

Ping Pong

The machete in his hand could not withstand the force of the swing and shattered into pieces, which then merged into the Blade Wind.

Under the cutting force of the Blade Wind, the fragments are cut into even smaller pieces.

In the blink of an eye, they had already closed in on Nomura and the others on the platform.

"Protect me!"

As the Blade Wind drew closer, Nomura grabbed his subordinate and shielded him in front of him.

The next second, the Blade Wind made contact with a man and exploded with a bang.

The sword energy contained within it scattered and flew in all directions, cutting through everything it touched.

Neither human flesh nor hard ground could stop the sword energy from scattering.

For a moment, those civilian forces wearing red scarves cried out in despair.

Many arms or legs were easily severed, as if they had fallen into a blender.

The wailing didn't last long before it stopped.

Because tiny fragments of sword energy pierced their throats, eyes, and hearts.

In an instant, they lost their lives.

The Blade Wind came quickly and went quickly.