Teleportation

Its speed was even faster than the previous Ransiki.

Each explosion of an air bomb is enough to blast a hole several meters deep in the ground.

And there were hundreds of such attacks.

Faced with Akaza's strongest attack, Scribe finally used his Breathing Technique.

A blazing firelight shone on the Nichirin Blade, followed by a sudden turn.

A circular beam of light shot out, blasting towards the surrounding air blasts.

Wherever it went, the air bombs were instantly detonated.

The platform was shattered again, and the man and the ghost, along with the ruins, continued to fall downwards.

Then, it exploded again and fell apart.

After repeating this process several times, the air bullets generated by the Azure Silver Barrage were finally exhausted.

Seeing that his strongest attack had failed to kill the Scribe, Akaza felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Do such powerful humans really exist?"

Suddenly, another image popped into his mind.

There was a time when I, too, marveled at the other party's strength, just as I do now.

Once upon a time, I also followed that man around the world, witnessing all walks of life.

Once upon a time, with the help of that man, I found a new home.

Later, that man left, and I became stronger.

After everything was over, she chose to pursue the man she had once admired.

But in the end, he fell to the Progenitor of Demons.

Demonization, killing, eating, promotion, defeat.

Memories of the past surged forth from the depths of my brain like a tidal wave.

Akaza clutched his head, collapsed to the ground, and wailed in agony.

Just then, the Scribe stood in front of him again.

With the sharp Nichirin Blade pressed against his neck, the biting cold reminded Akaza of the human era.

Achoo!

Just then, Akaza, who was a demon, sneezed.

Like a normal young human, he sneezed involuntarily after feeling the cold.

Didn't I tell you not to catch a cold?

The familiar words echoed in his ears, Akaza's eyes widened instantly.

The image of the man before her gradually overlapped with the one in her memory, and a strange sense of guilt welled up in her heart.

After a long while, two tears streamed down his face.

"Scribe, sir."

Chapter 623 Teleportation

Looking at Akaza, whose face was covered in tears, the Scribe smiled faintly and said.

"You remember now?"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

The Scribe shook his head and continued.

"Then let me test you."

Before Akaza reply, he continued.

"The first time I asked you for help, how many jars did you break?"

"Oh, I forgot..."

"When grinding herbs, how many times do you grind them?"

"I forgot too..."

The Scribe asked a few more questions, but Akaza could not answer any of them.

But the Scribe laughed instead.

"Hahaha, you're still the same as before, Hakuji."

"Sorry."

Standing before the Scribe, Hakuji lowered his head slightly, looking just like a child who had done something wrong.

Somewhat helpless, Scribe still smiled gently.

"Tell me about what happened to you after I left."

As Hakuji began to speak, he recounted his past experiences one by one.

When Koyuki was mentioned, her face was full of tenderness.

When talking about his descendants, his face was serious, but also showed a hint of pride.

When the Soryu Dojo was mentioned, Hakuji's expression suddenly changed.

"I... I think I did something wrong..."

"You were the one who destroyed Suliu back then, weren't you?"

"Yes..."

Clenching his fists, Hakuji felt remorse for his mistakes as he recalled the past.

"I won't let you let go, because it was your own fault."

The Scribe patted Hakuji on the shoulder and said.

"But I want to tell you that there is no point in dwelling on the past. What you need to do is look to the future."

Hakuji seemed to understand what the Scribe meant and nodded vigorously.

"Alright, now that you've regained consciousness, it's time for us to leave."

"I understand, Mister Scribe."

Just as they were about to leave, the Scribe suddenly raised his hand and stopped Hakuji.

"They're here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hakuji seemed to sense something and looked into the distance.

As space distorts, Shinri Masato, along with other ghosts like Gyokko, and Asatsuru, who has been captured and taken to the Infinity Castle, appear.

"It's you guys? What are you doing here, Asatsuru too?"

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of Shinri Masato, the Scribe couldn't help but sense something was amiss.

The ghosts that I used to avoid so badly are now coming to my door on their own initiative.

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

Shinri Masato bowed slightly, a faint smile on his face.

"I brought you a small gift, I wonder if you like it?"

With a snap of her fingers, Asatsuru was pushed out.

After glancing at the battered and bruised Asatsuru, Scribe turned his gaze back to the real man.

"Your so-called gift is the destruction of the Soryu Dojo?"

Asatsuru, who had returned to Su-ryu, suddenly appeared here. With a simple thought, the Scribe could guess the fate of the dojo.

Unexpectedly, the real person completely ignored the Scribe's words and continued to speak to himself.

"No, no, no, the gift I'm talking about is bringing the murderer who destroyed the dojo to you."

Pointing to Kaede and Futaba behind him, Masato grinned.

"Akaza, I think you're quite familiar with these two guys."

"They are your descendants, and also Asatsuru's parents."

"It was you who severely injured them that allowed me to take the opportunity to turn them into demons."

As he spoke, the real man burst into laughter.

The Scribe frowned slightly, then spoke to Hakuji beside him.

"When the fight breaks out, go and rescue Asatsuru first, and don't worry about the rest."

Hakuji nodded.

Although it was his first time meeting Asatsuru, he could sense her presence thanks to his powerful demonic perception.

The girl in front of him was his own descendant.

"She is the last proof of Su Liu's existence in the world."

Clenching his fists, Hakuji vowed in his heart that he would protect Asatsuru.

His eyes darted around, and the man continued speaking.

"Speaking of which, Akaza, you ran away for a long time after I defeated you."

"After so much time has passed, you must be even weaker now that you've been expelled from the Twelve Kizuki."

"Gyokko, don't you agree?"

Gyokko had remained silent until now, also chuckled softly.

"Akaza, there's nothing I can do, it's all your fault..."

"Brain Food, your acting is terrible."

Before Gyokko could finish speaking, Scribe interrupted him.

"If it were a real Gyokko, it would never dare to appear face to face."

"I'm quite curious, how did you get this body?"

Upon hearing this, "Gyokko's" expression gradually turned cold.

"I didn't expect you to find out."

"It's because your acting is terrible, both before and now."

The Gyokko remained silent, as did the real person.

Both sides stared at each other, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Gyokko suddenly called out.

"Nakime, teleport quickly!"

In an instant, the Scribe felt his body sink.

A strange sense of rejection washed over me.

"Is Nakime trying to force me out of the Infinity Castle?"

With his mind racing, the Scribe quickly realized that this was Nakime's Blood Demon Art.

"Are you planning to eliminate the others first, and then join forces to take me down?"

With this thought in mind, the Scribe looked at the real person and the other ghosts.

To their surprise, they discovered that whether it was Gyokko, Maple, Futaba, or the other Muscle Goldfish, they all showed signs of being teleported.

Hakuji, who was beside him, was also resisting the teleportation.

"Sending so many at once? What on earth is Brain Eater thinking?!"

Scribe couldn't understand it, but he knew that he absolutely couldn't let the brain food project continue.