Fake * Meteor Strike
With a flick of his eyeballs, the Scribe looked at the real person.
"Then, let's conduct one last experiment."
With a swing of his arm, the Scribe swung his knife for the third time.
This time, however, he did not use a simple slash.
Seeing the flames condensing on the Nichirin Blade, Shinri Masato's expression changed.
He could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within it.
If the sword flashes are allowed to erupt, not only will the Shinri Family perish, but I myself will also die on the spot.
He held the scepter high, his white gentleman's suit fluttering even without wind.
The real man's face was contorted with a faint ferocity as he shouted.
"Send it to me!"
The next second, a small hole the size of a thumb appeared on the Scribe's chest.
The air around the small hole swirls in a spiral, like the eye of a storm.
Scribe felt an immense pressure coming from in front of him, and his body seemed to be out of his control.
The immense twisting force emanating from the small hole almost made him lose his grip on the knife.
Seeing the swaying Scribe, the real man's face lit up with joy.
"Mister Scribe, taste the power of my Blood Demon Art!"
A dense white light burst forth from the scepter, and then the surrounding air was gathered together by the real person.
"Blood Demon Art * Twisting Air Vortex Bullet"
With a forceful flick of his wrist, the invisible air blast flew out.
It was so fast that it exploded in front of the Scribe in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, the real person also detonated the air accumulated in that small hole.
The two explosions occurred simultaneously, and the resulting plumes of smoke and dust engulfed the Scribe.
"Stop!"
Upon seeing this, Shinri Keito immediately ordered his people to stop advancing.
"Did you kill them?"
"Long live the True Man!"
"Scribe, go to hell, you piece of trash!"
One of the demonized clansmen let out an excited roar, but the next second, his head was chopped off by a spinning slash.
The Scribe's voice rang out.
"Shinri Masato, I see. Your ability is indeed not about manipulating light."
With a flick of his Nichirin Blade, the smoke and dust were cleaved away.
Seeing the unharmed Scribe, Zhenren broke out in a few beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Oh? What do you mean, Mister Scribe? Have you already seen through my abilities?"
"The essence of your Blood Demon Art is distortion, isn't it?"
Upon hearing this, Shinri Masato's body trembled involuntarily.
"To be precise, it can Distorted Air."
"The reason why we can manipulate light is very simple."
"It's like standing on the riverbank and finding the bottom shallow, only to nearly drown when you actually get in."
The Scribe took a few steps forward and said calmly.
"The refraction of light can be achieved by Distorted Air to refract the light around you."
Upon hearing that the Scribe had guessed his abilities, the real person simply stopped hiding them.
"That's right, my ability is indeed 'twisted'."
"For so long, I've said similar things every time I meet a new person."
"But you are the first person who could guess his abilities, Mister Scribe."
The Scribe didn't speak, nor did he show any happy expression.
They are the enemy.
It's humans and ghosts.
Knowing the opponent's abilities will only make the battle end faster.
"Of course, while congratulating you on guessing the ability, I'm about to launch my real attack."
The hand gripping the scepter tightened, and the veins bulged.
"This will be my last battle, Shinri Masato!"
"All members of the Shinri Family, charge!"
With the real man's shout, more than five hundred ghosts rushed towards the Scribe once again.
The real person also used his Blood Demon Art.
A large number of platforms were shattered by its power, turning into rubble that coalesced into the sky.
The Scribe looked up and saw that the rubble had already come together.
In the blink of an eye, the pile of rubble had grown to the size of a motorhome.
"Are you planning to smash me to death?"
Despite realizing Shinri Masato's thoughts, the Scribe did not stop him.
Because the other Shenli people had already arrived.
A demon whose hands had turned into tentacles rushed in front of the Scribe and began to wrap its tentacles around him.
The Scribe swung his sword and severed all the tentacles.
He kicked one of the ghosts in the chest, sending the other three ghosts flying.
Finally, deliver the final blow to end their lives.
As he swung his sword, another ghost appeared behind the Scribe.
With a single, wide opening, it swallowed him whole.
With a flick of his wrist, the Scribe thrust the Nichirin Blade upwards.
Amidst the intense heat of the flames, it pierced through the demon's mouth.
During the burning, his brain was also charred.
Despite watching his people die one after another, the real man showed no sadness on his face.
"Huiren, come help me!"
"Yes, Lord Ancestor!"
Upon hearing the real voice, Shinri Keito immediately turned away and came to her side.
"Blood Demon Art * Two Points of Void"
As Hunren's ability was activated, a large hole was torn open in the space beneath the stone formed from the real person.
The other large hole appeared about 100 meters above the rock.
"Spatial Rift? But why is its location so strange?"
While slaying the demonized gentry, the Scribe observed the actions of the real person and the benefactor.
Shortly after Hurrent activated his ability, Masato also seemed to have reached his limit.
As the scepter fell, the stones that had gathered together began to fall downwards.
After passing through the Spatial Rift, it reappeared from a position hundreds of meters above.
Chapter 636 Fake Meteor Fall
After appearing, it falls downwards again.
Then, it disappears, reappears, and falls.
Repeating the cycle.
Seeing this strange scene, which seemed more like a waste of time, a hint of doubt flashed in the Scribe's eyes.
"Is there any intention behind moving back and forth between the two Spatial Rift?"
"Weren't you trying to smash me to death?"
"There's nothing strange about it, except that it's a bit too fast."
The moment the idea popped into his head, the Scribe seemed to grasp the key point.
"Wait, the speed is increasing?"
After driving away the surrounding ghosts, he began to focus on observing the speed at which the stones fell.
After each disappearance, reappearance, and fall, the stone's speed increases significantly.
Moreover, the real person is summoning more stones to attach to the existing ones.
As time went on, the stones grew larger and faster.
Its size became comparable to a basketball court.
The speed also increased to a level that was imperceptible to the naked eye.
"This quality and speed, could it be..."
The Scribe seemed to understand something and looked at the real person and the benefactor.
Noticing the gaze directed at him, Zhenren's face twisted into a ferocious expression.
"Mister Scribe, you are really strong, far stronger than any swordsman or demon."
"But no matter what, your essence hasn't changed."
"You are a human being, a living being!"
"In the face of natural disasters, living things are powerless to resist."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huiren collapsed with a thud.
He could no longer withstand such a heavy load of stones.
At that moment, the real person also released the ability to add stones.
As the scepter pointed, the Scribe discovered that he could not move his feet.
"Twisted power?"
Looking up at the dark shadow overhead, he saw the huge pile of rocks.
After continuous additions and acceleration, the stone now resembled a giant meteorite.
It hurtled toward the Scribe with a speed that was impossible to dodge.
"The dinosaurs, who once dominated the Earth, were wiped out by a meteorite!"
"Scribe, can you surpass the dinosaurs?"
"Taste this earth-shattering blow!"
With a roar from the real man, the distance between the stone and the Scribe continued to shrink.
If you get hit, it won't just be as simple as turning into mincemeat.
Shinri Masato never intended for his people to leave, because they were demons, practically immortal.
But the Scribe is human; if he is hit by a meteorite, even if it is just a glancing blow, he could die instantly.