Terrain of Mountains, Rivers, and Streams

In just a few seconds, it vanished without a trace.

But what was once a dense crowd has now been reduced to more than half dead.

"Thump"

Nomura's body trembled uncontrollably as he tossed his men's corpses aside.

Not far away, the corpse of Inogari stared wide-eyed at him.

His eyes revealed not greed, but fear and regret.

Seeing his former rival die right before his eyes, Nomura became even more frightened.

"Is this guy a member of the Demon Slayer Corps? Or is he that Scribe?"

Nomura had no time to think about the truth; he just wanted to survive.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

He shouted with all the strength he had ever mustered.

"Go back! Get out of this hell!"

After saying that, Nomura ran towards the "door" without looking back.

The remaining survivors dropped their weapons and fled.

The Scribe shattered the team's spirit with just one attack.

He did not stop Nomura and the others from fleeing.

Just now, he thought of something.

If I were Muzan, even if I allowed humans into the Infinity Castle, I would never treat them the same as demons.

In other words, humans may only be able to enter, but not exit.

"Bang!"

Nomura, running like a madman, crashed headfirst into the "door" and was bounced back.

He fell to the ground and, ignoring the pain, pounced on her again.

"What's going on? How is this possible? Why can't we get out?!"

He tried to touch it with his hand, but the door bounced back even more forcefully.

"We can't get out."

Nomura quickly realized this.

"That guy lied to us!"

As the image of a certain person flashed through his mind, Nomura let out a mournful cry.

"He clearly said that we could come and go freely!"

That's what ghosts are like.

The Scribe's voice rang out, Nomura subconsciously looked in that direction.

"Sir, please spare us."

At this moment, Nomura was no longer arrogant as before. He knelt down on both knees and begged for mercy.

"I'm willing to give up, I'm even willing to fight for you, please, spare my life."

The remaining people followed Nomura's example and knelt down, begging the Scribe to spare them.

Many people even brought up their own family members, saying that they also had their own difficulties.

What do you think?

Picking up an ordinary battle sword, the Scribe walked towards Nomura and the others, saying this as he did so.

"Ask yourselves honestly, if your former enemies were kneeling and begging for mercy, would you really let them go?"

"Everything a person does in this world comes at a price."

"This is the price you pay for ending up like this."

As the Scribe drew closer, the fear on Nomura's face gradually faded.

He had realized that the Scribe would not let him off the hook.

Since that's the case, we might as well fight to the death; perhaps there's still a chance to survive.

"Kill them!"

Drawing his sword from his waist, Nomura charged toward the Scribe with a face full of madness.

They shout slogans to cheer themselves up, as if they were the victims.

But the Scribe simply made a casual slash and then turned away.

Countless Blade Wind shot out out of thin air, cutting Nomura and the others behind him into pieces.

That's why I said it's a consumable.

Looking at the hilt of the knife in his hand, the Scribe sighed helplessly.

"Whether it's you or the knife, it's all the same."

With a single step, he left the platform.

Chapter 612 Mountain and River Terrain

Another platform in Infinity Castle.

This platform is ten times larger than the platform where Nomura and Inogari are located, so there are many more people on it.

The massive crowd resembled a black river, and every word spoken by each person seemed deafening.

The person who led these people was someone similar to Nomura and Inogari.

There were more than ten people in total, including men and women, young and old.

Just as they were discussing why Nomura and the other two hadn't arrived yet, a figure suddenly flew in from mid-air.

"Everyone, quiet."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears.

In an instant, the noisy platform fell silent.

Nodding, the figure in the air continued speaking.

"Very good, it seems you still have the intention to cooperate. We can continue our discussion."

"Who are you?"

A discordant sound suddenly rang out, and looking in the direction of the sound, they found a tall, thin young man.

Like Inogari Nomura, this person was also a member of a private force with a large number of subordinates.

The figure smiled and said.

"So it's Ueda. What brings you here?"

What do I want to say?

Ueda a cold laugh and replied.

"I just want to know who you are before you step forward and speak. We're all on the same side..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ueda's arrogant expression suddenly changed.

Immediately afterwards, his head exploded.

Blood, flesh, and brains splattered everywhere, and several people who were close to him were covered in the spray.

"That's a boring topic. Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

The figure's voice suddenly changed, becoming incredibly cold.

"If not, let's continue."

With Ueda dead, other bigwigs who had previously held similar ideas also settled down.

They were not unfamiliar with dead people; in fact, many of them had taken double-digit numbers of lives.

But they had never seen such a way of killing before.

Without a sound, they crushed a person's head in the blink of an eye.

Having learned from Ueda's example, the figure spoke quickly afterward.

His meaning was simple: to assign tasks to these people.

Each batch will be transported to another location to fight different enemies.

They will receive their due reward as long as they can eliminate the enemy.

They came here purely for profit, because these civilian forces offered no resistance whatsoever to the so-called killing of the enemy.

Before long, the figure finished speaking.

"Then, you may appear now."

After he snapped his fingers, gasps of surprise erupted from the crowd below.

Beams of light appeared, and then the people who were just standing there vanished.

A few minutes later, everyone had disappeared.

"It would be great if they just wiped out the Demon Slayer Corps."

Seeing that the civilian forces had completely disappeared, the figure lifted his cloak, revealing his true face.

It was Shinri Masato.

"Although I'm missing two teams, it's not a big problem."

"The royal family and overseas should have started sending teleports by now."

"If these humans don't work..."

With a narrowed eye, the real person seemed to have thought of something and licked his lips.

"I'm really looking forward to it."

On the other side, the Scribe, who was running through the Infinity Castle, suddenly stopped.

He seemed to have heard something.

"There sounds like fighting coming from that direction."

After carefully determining the direction from which the sound came, he immediately changed direction and ran towards that place.

After running for about five minutes, he stopped again.

"The sound disappeared?"

Looking around, the Scribe found no trace of anyone else.

"Did I hear that right?"

Just as the Scribe was wondering if he had been hit by the enemy's Blood Demon Art, he suddenly turned his head and looked at a room next to him.

The room was decorated extremely luxuriously, with expensive items everywhere.

Incense burned in the stove, and a pleasant aroma wafted out.

On the wall of the room, a framed painting is hanging there.

The painting depicts mountains and rivers; although exquisite, it doesn't have anything particularly special about it.

However, once the Scribe saw the painting, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

It's as if it possesses some kind of magical power.

"What's going on..."

With a light step, the Scribe jumped into the room.

He stood in front of the painting, examining it carefully.