Scribe Is Still Alive

The real person collapsed to the ground, saying in pain.

Please give me another chance!

Just as the real person was begging for mercy, Brain Food suddenly spoke up.

"My lord, Shinri Masato's failure is understandable."

"In my previous speculation, I anticipated that Akaza's strength might increase after regaining his memories."

"The influence of the Scribe on him was far greater than we imagined."

As soon as the brain food opened its mouth, Muzan's expression improved considerably.

With a wave of his arm, several tentacles pierced out from the real person's stomach, then quickly withered away.

"This will not be repeated."

"Yes, yes, thank you, sir."

A hint of gratitude appeared on his pale face as he pulled out the tentacles and stuffed his internal organs back in.

"Brain food, so tell me, what should we do now?"

Muzan looked at the brain-eating creature, awaiting its answer.

"Before that, please allow me to ask a question."

"What's the problem?"

"How are the rest of the Demon Slayer Corps doing now?"

Chapter 625 The Scribe is Still Alive

Upon hearing this, Muzan did not speak, but simply snapped his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, Nakime's figure appeared out of thin air.

"Muzan, what brings you here?"

Nakime bowed slightly, awaiting Muzan's next instruction.

"Switch to the platform we prepared earlier."

"Yes."

Nakime nodded.

The next second, all the ghosts present were transferred to another platform.

This platform is quite large, roughly the size of five or six basketball courts.

Around this large platform, there are also a dozen or so smaller platforms floating around.

These small platforms are only about one-fifth the size of the large platforms.

After the transfer was completed, Nakime fell silent again.

Muzan speak again.

"Transfer the Demon Slayer Corps and all the humans here."

"In addition, move the ghosts and parasites to the nearby platform as well."

"Once you've done all this, you can leave."

After hearing this, Nakime began to play the biwa in her hand.

In an instant, a large amount of light began to appear on the platform.

When the light faded, what appeared inside were swordsmen from the Demon Slayer Corps, as well as members of the Imperial Family, overseas groups, and civilian groups.

Although they were enemies before, they have now ended up in the same situation.

They are all prisoners of the devil.

Everyone was tightly bound with ropes, and the swordsmen were even chained together.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of ghosts and parasites were also moved to the surrounding small platforms.

Upon appearing, they were initially taken aback.

But upon seeing Muzan on the central platform, the aura of the progenitor made them instantly bow their heads.

They lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to get up.

At the same time, Nakime's figure also disappeared.

She returned to her position and continued to control the entire Infinity Castle.

With Muzan surveyed the captured humans.

Aside from the Mountain and River Terrain that the Scribe entered, almost all the remaining areas were won by the demons.

Even if they suddenly become powerful, they will be quickly suppressed by the demons who come to their aid.

It can be said that, up to this point, the scales of victory have tipped in favor of the Demons.

"Kibutsuji Muzan!"

Just as Muzan was observing, Tanjiro suddenly shouted.

"What exactly do you want to do?!"

Muzan did not answer immediately, but looked at Tanjiro instead.

"That earring, and that scent, I see."

His pupils contracted slightly, and several veins bulged on Muzan's forehead.

"The second successor of Tsugikuni Yoriichi, so you're still alive."

Upon hearing the name "Tsugikuni Yoriichi," Kokushibo's body trembled slightly.

During his battle with Tanjiro and the others, he was also shocked by the appearance of a second Sun Breathing user.

But soon, Kokushibo realized something was wrong.

Too weak, and impure.

Compared to the Scribe, Tanjiro's swordsmanship is far too weak.

Even the transitions between sword techniques appeared extremely stiff.

It's like a child wielding a peerless sword, who only knows how to fight based on the sword's sharpness.

In Kokushibo's view, this method of use was simply an insult.

There was even a hint of anger.

After overwhelming Tanjiro and the others with his devastating power, he rushed to another battlefield.

There, I met a decent warrior.

"Gyomei Himejima, the Stone Hashira Himejima Gyomei Demon Slayer Corps, is a swordsman who has honed his body to the extreme."

A faint hint of approval flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Although Himejima is powerful, it has seen similar beings in its long life.

Only Tsugikuni Yoriichi and Scribe, the master and apprentice, are beyond the reach of others.

Thinking of the Scribe, Kokushibo frowned slightly.

Was that man really killed in the explosion?

Before Kokushibo could figure it out, Muzan spoke up.

"I remember, your name is Tanjiro?"

"Kamado Tanjiro!"

"Yes, Kamado Tanjiro, that's the name. Back then Scribe was even waiting for me to come over in front of your house."

His eyes widened slightly, Muzan said coldly.

"But now, no one can protect you anymore."

"The Scribe is dead."

Tanjiro shouted loudly as soon as he finished speaking.

"That's impossible! The Mister Scribe could never be dead!"

The Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen were the same; they didn't believe Muzan's words.

"Kibutsuji Muzan, I never expected you to use psychological tactics."

Shinobu Butterfly snorted coldly and said.

"I thought someone like you wouldn't lie."

Before Muzan answer, Doma spoke first.

"No, Shinobu Butterfly, what the adult said is the truth."

"Mister Scribe has fallen into our trap."

"Although I don't want him to die, there's nothing I can do."

After speaking, Doma squinted and looked at Muzan.

"Speaking of which, could you hand over that little girl and her sister to me later?"

"I've discovered that there are quite a few cute girls in the Demon Slayer Corps."

"I really want to taste their flavor."

After speaking, Doma licked his lips.

Muzan glanced at it and said indifferently.

"Whatever you want."

Doma has always adopted a "hands-off" attitude towards Muzan.

As long as the overall direction is sound, minor whims are acceptable.

"Thank you so much."

Seeing Doma's smiling face, Doma Muzan his head away and stopped looking at him.

"Brain Food, how are the preparations going?"

"The doors are ready. Our troops can enter the designated area through the five doors."

"Each region can deploy approximately 20,000 troops, which is already the target number."

Muzan didn't speak, but calculated the time in his mind.

When the sun sets again, that will be the time for them to launch their attack.

I don't know how much time passed, but the time was up.

Just as Muzan was about to give the order, the voice of the Brain Eater suddenly came.

"Sir, there is an emergency."

"What's going on?"

"The parasite that was sent out is dead."

"Dead? What parasite?"

"The parasites sent out to search for the corpses are all dead!"

Upon hearing this, Muzan's vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

He knew very well that this so-called parasite was out searching for the Scribe's body.

There were quite a few people, probably around fifty.

However, in Brain Food's report, this number was reported as total death.

In other words, from the death of the first parasite, to the perception of brain food, and then to the report.

Within seconds, all fifty parasites had disappeared without a trace.