Cataclysmic Explosion

The next second, the Nichirin Blade was swung, and a crimson slash flew out, crashing towards the platform beneath its feet.

As the platform shattered, the feeling of rejection I had was indeed reduced considerably.

"Hakuji, go now!"

"Give it a hard push," the Scribe shouted.

"Save Asatsuru!"

Hakuji didn't say anything, but his body flew out like a cannonball.

Not far away, "Gyokko" seemed to have no idea that the Scribe would solve the problem in this way.

After a brief moment of surprise, it let out a shriek.

"Send me, the Scribe, to the teleportation point!"

The feeling of rejection that had just dissipated returned, and before Scribe could react, her figure vanished.

Also disappearing were the "Gyokko" and a large number of Muscle Goldfish.

"Mister Scribe!"

Hakuji, who had just snatched Asatsuru from Kaede's hands, shouted, his eyes filled with shock.

Suddenly, a distorted beam of light shot out and slammed into his back.

"Shinri Masato!"

Hakuji roared as he flung Asatsuru, whom he was holding, aside.

"Let's fight!"

"I couldn't be happier! Let me see just how strong you really are now!"

While the two Upper Rank Three were fighting, the Scribe had also regained control of his body.

"Is this outside?"

Although I didn't know exactly where I was, the rising sun in the distance proved everything perfectly.

"'Brain food,' what exactly are you trying to do?"

Looking ahead, there were the "Gyokko" and the Muscle Goldfish, which had also been transported there.

Their bodies are rapidly disappearing due to exposure to sunlight.

With a strange smile, "Gyokko" said.

"Scribe, are you afraid of the art of explosion?"

Chapter 624 Shocking Explosion

There was no answer; the Scribe simply looked at the Muscle Goldfish.

As the sunlight shone on them, large areas of the goldfish's bodies began to disappear.

The things inside also fell out.

"Box?"

Looking at the boxes that were wrapped up tightly, the Scribe frowned even more.

What's in there?

Suddenly, he remembered what Brain Food had just said.

"The art of explosion?"

Recalling the massive explosion at the Shinri Family's house, Scribe instantly understood the other person's thoughts.

I want to treat myself to brain food again!

The moment he understood, he suddenly jumped backward, trying to create as much distance as possible between himself and the other person.

"It's no use. This is the place I planned to find long ago!"

With a scream from the Brain Eater, a large number of parasites emerged from their hiding places and rushed towards the Scribe.

"People from Tokyo Metropolis, huh? So they've got arrangements here too!"

With a single swing of his sword, the Scribe killed twenty or thirty parasites.

But in the blink of an eye, more parasites will fill that gap.

The Scribe swung his knife very quickly, but the parasites swarmed in like locusts.

"There are ten thousand parasites here. Even you, the Scribe, cannot eliminate them in a short time!"

Brain Food laughed heartily; the mutilated body looked so terrifying under the sunlight.

Looking back at the Muscle Goldfish and noticing that all the boxes had fallen out, Brain Food said.

"Then, goodbye, Scribe."

Having finished speaking, it unleashed its Blood Demon Art for the last time.

"Blood Demon Art * Thousand Needles * Fish Killing!"

A large number of goldfish were summoned, frantically spraying sharp spikes.

The target wasn't the Scribe, but the boxes.

During flight, the spikes rub against each other, generating a large number of sparks.

As the box was breached, sparks entered it.

In an instant, the explosives inside were ignited.

"Boom!"

As flames filled the sky, a pillar of fire shot straight into the heavens.

The fierce flames spread in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, they engulfed the Scribe and the parasitic army.

The ground groaned, cracking open with countless fissures.

Thick smoke and dust rose up, drifting away to who knows where.

"Scribe, die!"

After uttering the last sentence, the aroma of the brain food dissipated.

Amidst the flames, one could almost hear a mournful cry.

"Doma! Brain food!"

Poor Gyokko, the Upper Moon Five the Twelve Kizuki, ended up with such a fate.

He did not die at Muzan's hands, nor at the hands of the Demon Slayer.

Instead, it collapsed in the flames and sunlight.

The loud explosion could be heard for miles, and even across several mountains, the billowing smoke and dust could be seen.

Infinity Castle.

"Sir, the brain food has successfully detonated the explosives as planned."

"Are you serious, Dichai?"

"I wouldn't dare lie to you, sir."

Muzan wanted to say something, but before he could speak, a voice entered his mind.

"Muzan, Dichai is telling the truth."

Not only Muzan, but all the other demons present heard this sound.

"Brain food body?!"

Dichai suddenly turned around and looked behind her.

There, a figure was floating in the air.

Its entire body resembles a large lump of flesh, yet it is covered with countless thin tentacles.

There are several eyes in the center of the lump of flesh, but they are all different sizes and colors.

It's obvious at a glance that it was transplanted.

Below the eyes, the flesh splits open, forming a mouth-like structure.

The brain food itself makes its appearance.

"You actually came out of the experimental tank?"

"My experiment is complete, and there is no need for me to stay inside any longer."

An invisible sound wave came, and the sound rang in Dichai's mind.

"Muzan, I have come to pay my respects to you."

"Very good, Brain Food, now that your true form has appeared, I can rest assured."

"I have never disobeyed your orders."

The piece of meat swayed slightly, as if it were bowing its head.

As Dichai looked at the appearance of the brain food, a sense of tension arose in her heart.

Despite being Upper Rank One, it was clear that Muzan was extremely satisfied with his brain food.

It is said that when the Upper Rank vacancy appeared, Muzan expressed his intention to grant the position to the Brain Eater Upper Rank.

But the brain-food refused.

The reason is simple.

It is not in its complete form and cannot perfectly fulfill this problem.

Muzan accepted the reason and never mentioned it again.

Now, the fluctuations emanating from the brain are already so powerful.

If it wants to compete for the position of Upper Rank, Dichai doesn't have much confidence in winning the Rank-Swap Blood Battle.

"Should we use that trump card? No, now is not the time, absolutely not."

Just as Dichai was pondering what to do next, Shinri Masato's voice suddenly rang out.

"Muzan, I'm back."

"Come in."

The next second, a real person appeared on the platform as if by lightning.

"You didn't win?"

Muzan glanced at the filthy Shinri Masato and said coldly.

"Akaza was defeated by you in the previous Rank-Swap Blood Battle. After all this time, you still can't defeat him?"

"That's because of that guy's skills..."

The real person spoke hesitantly, stammering as he spoke.

"Especially the Blood Demon Art. I had figured out his trump cards, but now he has many more abilities than before."

"I was careless for a moment, and then..."

The real person didn't continue, fearing Muzan would punish him if he heard the word "lost".

Just as the real person thought, given Muzan's personality, it was impossible for him to accept such a reason.

He hates change.

Changes like this, where someone previously won but is now losing, are considered inferior.

Inferior products should be eliminated.

As soon as Muzan thought, the real person spat out a mouthful of blood.

My belly kept churning, as if something was about to come out.

"Sir... sir"