The Real Ability of the Cursed Spirit

As the Progenitor of Demons, he has repeatedly lost control over them.

Seeing that Muzan choice but to shine the white light on him once more.

At the same time, the brain food emitted sound waves and spoke to Muzan.

"My lord, since Dichai has already betrayed us, we have no choice but to summon Shinri Masato."

"Shinri Masato? He can't even beat Akaza, how long can he hold off the Scribe?"

"What if we add the entire Shinri Family as well?"

Brain Food's voice was flat and completely devoid of any emotion.

"The Shinri Family currently has more than 600 members, of whom 396 possess the Blood Demon Art."

"With such strength, plus an Upper Rank Three, holding off the Scribe is no problem at all."

"We can escape from here in just three minutes."

Upon hearing this, Muzan immediately nodded.

Although Shinri Masato is quite strong and usually very loyal.

However, after failing to complete several missions, Muzan gradually lost hope in him.

More importantly, isn't it only natural for a ghost to die for its Demon King?

When Muzan sent this message to Masato, the latter's first reaction was that the Demon King was joking.

"One minute from now, any Shenli tribesman who hasn't come here can die."

After leaving behind this message, Muzan severed all contact with the other party.

At this point, Masami realized that Muzan was not joking.

Looking at Shinri Keito beside her, she saw that his face was also deathly pale.

Clearly, Muzan had also given a similar task to the Shinri Patriarch.

"Ancestors, we..."

"Go and gather the tribesmen."

"Yes..."

With a weak nod, Huiren went to gather the demonized members of the Shinri Family.

Watching Huiren's departing figure, Masato sighed helplessly.

Once upon a time, he only hoped to use the power of demonization to bring the Shinri Family to a new level.

At that time, I had no idea that monsters like the Scribe existed in the world.

Little did they know that their family had long been at odds with the Scribe.

By now, it's all too late.

The Shinri Family has no chance of turning back.

The only way to survive is to fight to the death.

Thirty seconds later, Huiren returned with a group of high-ranking members of the Shinri Family.

They already knew they had to stop the Scribe.

Each ghost's face looked as if it had lost its parents.

"Ancestor, shall we go and plead with that person?"

"Yes, yes, sending us to stop the Scribe is tantamount to destroying the foundation of the Shinri Family!"

"The Scribe is so terrifying, these few clansmen will soon be wiped out!"

The man didn't speak, but simply shook his head slightly.

He then looked at these high-ranking officials with a cold gaze.

Seeing this, Huiren sighed as well.

Do you really think that lord is so easy to talk to?

"If we try to stop them, our family will still have a chance to survive."

"Disobey, and you will all die now."

Hearing Huiren say this, the Shinri Family's senior executives nodded helplessly.

They are well aware of this as well.

Even though it wasn't said outright, a sliver of unrealistic fantasy still lingered in my heart.

"Let's go."

With a flick of his sleeve, the real man, wielding a scepter, walked outside.

Hui Ren and other senior executives followed suit.

Next came the remaining members of the Shinri Family who were teleported away.

By the time they realized what was happening, they were already on a huge platform.

In the distance, a black dot is rapidly approaching.

"All personnel, prepare for battle!"

At the master's command, the Shinri members, who hadn't yet reacted, immediately stood up.

Although they didn't know what the figure was, the feeling it gave them was extremely disgusting.

"Mister Scribe, may I have a chat?"

"Take a deep breath," the real person shouted.

"I am Shinri Masato, please wait for a moment."

The roar surged and rushed forward.

Upon hearing the sound, the figure immediately increased its speed.

In the blink of an eye, they landed on the other side of the platform.

It was the Scribe.

"Shinri Masato, how could you possibly appear here?"

"There are still so many members of the Shinri Family. It seems like this was arranged by Muzan?"

"Speak, what do you want to say?"

Shinri Masato gave a bitter smile and said.

"You are as smart as ever."

"Then I'll be frank. Could you leave a spark of life for my Shinri Family?"

"If you agree, I am willing to die."

Upon hearing this, the Scribe burst into laughter.

"Flames? Are you talking about the ghosts behind you?"

"The Shinri Family still has many members who haven't turned into demons, they..."

Just as the man was about to make an excuse, he suddenly remembered something.

The rousing words instantly fell silent.

The Shinri Family no longer has any human members.

Those clansmen who refused to become demons were either devoured by their former kin or used as expendable resources in attacks on other clans.

Huiren's expression changed.

At the time, it was he himself who made the suggestion.

At the time, it seemed like a good way to kill two birds with one stone, but now it seems like we've shot ourselves in the foot.

"It seems you've realized that too."

The Scribe raised the Nichirin Blade and pointed the tip at the real person.

"You have extinguished the last embers of the Shinri Family with your own hands."

"That's true."

The hand gripping the scepter tightened its grip, and the expression on the real person's face began to contort.

"So now, I have one last chance."

"Kill you, Shinri Family can continue to exist!"

"Mister Scribe, die!"

With a Shinri Masato, a beam of light as big as a washbasin shot out and blasted towards the Scribe.

At the same time, other members of the Shinri Family also launched an attack.

Those who could use Blood Demon Art so, while those who couldn't charged towards the Scribe with their bare bodies.

The entire Shinri Family joins the battle.

Chapter 635 The True Abilities of a Real Person

Despite the attack from the entire Shinri Family, the Scribe remained fearless.

With a single slash, the blazing blade light flew towards the ghosts.

Upon seeing this, Shinri Masato shouted loudly.

The beam of light flying towards the Scribe suddenly changed direction and slammed into the blade with a bang.

The two completely different abilities consumed each other, and in the end, it was the real person's light that dissipated first.

The blades continued to fly out, and they exploded right before our eyes among the Shinri Family members.

At this moment, the real man suddenly raised the scepter in his hand and pointed it out into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the Scribe saw the blade of light pause for a moment.

The surface began to twist slightly, like dough being kneaded.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Shenli tribesmen around Daoguang quickly withdrew.

Two seconds later, the blade returned to normal and continued flying out.

It then exploded.

However, the surrounding Shenli tribesmen had already evacuated.

Only one unlucky ghost was caught in it and turned to ashes.

"What kind of ability is this?"

With a frown, the Scribe looked at Shinri Masato.

"How did they manage to do that?"

At this moment, the Scribe recalled the scene when he first met Shinri Masato.

"My Blood Demon Art is not about manipulating light."

In the subsequent battles, the abilities that the real person revealed were all similar to light-based abilities.

Although the Scribe did some thinking, he was ultimately unable to reach the correct conclusion due to insufficient information.

It now appears that the real person's ability was not to manipulate light.

"We need to test it again."

With a sharp look in his eyes, the Scribe then slashed out with his sword again.

Shinri Masato raised his scepter high, using the same method to slow down the speed of the blade's flight.

After two attacks, the Scribe's slashes only killed three ghosts.

"What a strange ability. But I feel like I've touched something."