Shishu Under Threat

The scepter in his hand was now only half intact; the other half was nowhere to be found.

My left arm is empty, but it is gradually recovering.

"Ancestor, are you alright?"

Just as Huiren was about to go over to check on him, he noticed that the real person's face looked quite unpleasant.

"Ancestors..."

"Run! The Scribe is still alive!"

The real person practically roared out those words.

The moment he finished speaking, the Scribe's voice came from not far behind him.

"Where do you think you're going!?"

Immediately afterwards, a Fire Dragon shot into the sky.

It scorched with intense heat and rushed towards the real people.

"Damn it."

Upon discovering that the Scribe was attacking again, the master cursed loudly.

"Blood Demon Art: Twisted Shield"

As the ability was activated, the surrounding air began to distort once again.

A vortex-shaped airflow gradually formed, and a huge shield appeared out of thin air.

"Run!"

After the shield was created, the scepter in the real person's hand shattered even more completely.

Fine cracks covered it, indicating that it wouldn't last much longer.

Upon seeing this, the real man's eyes narrowed.

He then threw the scepter in his hand into the air and activated his Blood Demon Art.

As the scepter was torn apart by the twisting force, numerous fragments flew in all directions.

Like scattered meteors, it struck the surrounding rocks.

After the stones were broken, the Shenli people who had been trapped were able to escape.

"Shinri Family members, listen to my command: leave this place immediately!"

Upon hearing their ancestor's command, the Shinri Family members, who had just escaped their predicament, immediately fled in all directions.

But the Scribe will not give them that chance.

The Fire Dragon in the air swallowed the ghosts one by one with ease.

With a flash of light, the demon was also beheaded.

"Scribe! Ahhhhhh!"

Shinri Masato had escaped, watched this scene with a bleeding heart.

But his remaining rationality told him that he absolutely could not stop.

"Shinri Masato, you'd better stay here too."

After dealing with the fleeing Shenli tribesmen, the Scribe turned his attention to the last three ghosts.

Fire Dragon danced and roared.

A blazing blade of light split open, slashing towards the real people.

In the critical moment, Shinri Keito suddenly turned around and rushed towards the flashing blade.

"Lord Ancestor, leave quickly!"

With a roar, Huiren activated his Blood Demon Art.

The Spatial Rift reappeared, engulfing the Scribe's sword light.

When the blade flashed again, it had completely deviated from its original trajectory.

"Shinri Keito?"

The Scribe's voice came from within the Fire Dragon.

"I didn't expect you to stay behind to cover our retreat."

"Scribe, I do not regret that the Shinri Family has come to this point."

While maintaining his abilities, a hint of madness appeared on Huiren's face.

"I just can't accept it! Why should an outcast like you exist among humanity!"

"If there were such powerful beings among the demons, this world would have been ours long ago!"

"I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this!"

The Scribe didn't speak, but instead slashed out with his sword again.

"My lord, let's go quickly!"

Hearing Eito's voice behind him, Shinri Masato repeatedly expressed his desire to stop.

But every time such a thought arises, the brain-eating creature swings its tentacles and slaps him hard across the face.

"If you stop, Shinri Keito will have died in vain."

The real man kept his head down and continued charging forward.

Finally, Nakime was able to spare some attention and notice this place.

The teleportation power appeared in both the real person and the brain food.

At that moment, the real person suddenly turned around and saw a scene he would never forget.

Shinri Keito was already unable to support himself and collapsed to his knees.

The next second, a flash of light appeared, and the kneeling figure was cut into several pieces.

A head was kicked away and flew towards this side.

The brain-eating creature waved its tentacles and caught the head.

It was Shinri Keito's head.

Seeing the ferocious expression on Shinri Keito, Masato was momentarily speechless.

At that moment, he actually felt a little regretful.

If I hadn't turned my people into demons back then, perhaps none of this would have happened.

But there's no going back in life.

What's past is past; it can't be changed.

"Shinri Masato, you're going to die!"

The Scribe roared again, unleashing an endless barrage of slashes.

But at that moment, Nakime's teleportation was already ready.

Just as the slash was about to touch Brain Eater and Human, the two demons vanished.

The slash flew past, shattering the debris behind it.

It was at this moment that the Scribe discovered several cracks appearing in the space of the Infinity Castle.

The cracks varied in size, but they began to widen in the blink of an eye.

Wherever it spreads, the space there will collapse.

"Is the Infinity Castle about to collapse?"

Chapter 638 The Threatened Scribe

Before the Scribe could react, the crack grew larger and larger.

It quickly tore apart the surrounding space.

The next second, Scribe felt the world spinning around him.

When the scene before him returned to normal, he found himself back in the outside world.

He shook his head and stood up, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"It seems that the explosion caused the instability of space in the Infinity Castle."

"Is Nakime abandoning part of the Infinity Castle in order to focus on repairing other areas first?"

"Oh no, if I was abandoned by her, what about Tamayo and the others!?"

The thought that Tamayo and the others might still be in the Infinity Castle made the Scribe anxious.

Just as I was trying to figure out how to get back, I saw figures surrounding me.

"Parasitic?"

"Brain food?"

At some point, the Scribe was surrounded by parasitic brain-eating people.

"Scribe, Tamayo is not dead yet."

"Of course, I can't guarantee what will happen to her next?"

A middle-aged man spoke up.

"Your vitality is truly remarkable to have survived an explosion like Shinri Masato's."

The flames on his body gradually dissipated, revealing the Scribe's figure.

The wound, which had already healed, burst open again, and a large amount of blood flowed down the skin.

Mixed with the previous black and red bloodstains, it looked as striking as armor.

A gentle breeze blew by, and her long black hair fluttered in the wind.

"Brain Food, you're not saying this to surrender to me, are you?"

"Of course not."

The man spoke again.

"I did this to thank you for helping me obtain Shinri Keito's abilities."

The Scribe didn't speak, but instead recalled the matter of brain food.

"So many eyes on its body, an ability? Could it be..."

Just as the Scribe understood the reason, the man spoke again.

"Alright, it's about time."

"Mister Scribe, let me see how much fighting power you still have."

"More than 70,000 parasites, I don't know how many will die before we can kill you."

Finally, the words "kill the Scribe" appeared for the first time from the Brain Eater's mouth.

This is something it has never said before.

The reason they dare to say this now is because they believe the Scribe is at his last gasp.

The Scribe didn't speak, only gave a cold smile.

The next second, countless parasites attacked him.

Infinity Castle.

The Brain Eater and Shinri Masato have been transported to a safe location.

"Come find me."

The moment they landed, Muzan's voice appeared in their minds.

The real person didn't move, and neither did the brain food.