Piercing the Heart

As long as he can kill the Scribe, the real man won't care what methods he uses.

Doma, on the other hand, fanned himself with two fans, covering half of his face.

A strange glint flashed in his exposed eyes.

It seemed like anticipation, yet also a hint of doubt.

Kokushibo didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the Scribe.

He really hoped the Scribe wouldn't do that.

How can a woman compare to the highest level of swordsmanship?

The Scribe didn't speak, but just looked at Tamayo.

Clear tears welled up in Tamayo's eyes, and her gaze towards Scribe was filled with tenderness.

It was as if it was saying, "Leave me alone."

Muzan stared at the Scribe, who had remained silent for a long time, and several veins bulged on his forehead.

"That's true, perhaps you are very confident in your abilities."

"Then I'll show you my power after consuming the Blue Spider Lily."

As he spoke, Muzan's body began to change.

My hair started to turn gray, and the body hair began to grow continuously.

A large amount of fresh blood seeped from the pores, then congealed and scabbed over on the skin.

It mixes with hair to form something resembling armor.

Not only that, Muzan's legs and arms.

It wasn't an injury, but a real cut to the mouth.

Sharp teeth emerged from the crack and moved about freely.

In the blink of an eye, Muzan transformed from a handsome man into a complete monster!

"Scribe, I have fully regained my instincts as a ghost!"

"Our current strength surpasses even our previous peak!"

"Even if Yoriichi back to life, he could not possibly defeat me!"

With each word he spoke, Muzan's aura intensified.

When the last word was uttered, his aura reached a whole new peak.

Tamayo sensed this ferocious and cruel aura and couldn't help but recall the days she spent under Muzan's control.

The current Muzan is even stronger than he was back then!

At this moment, the Scribe finally spoke.

"Kibutsuji Muzan, if I commit suicide, will you spare Tamayo and the others?"

"Certainly."

Muzan nodded slightly, a hint of joy flashing in his crimson pupils.

"I always keep my word."

"Very good."

The Scribe nodded and pressed the tip of his Nichirin Blade against his heart.

"Don't want!"

Seeing that her husband was about to die because of her, Tamayo shouted loudly.

"I'd rather die!"

"Tamayo, shut up!"

The thing he most hoped for was about to happen, so how could Muzan allow Tamayo to ruin his good deed?

The tentacle lashed out again, causing Tamayo to cough up blood.

"Yes, that's it, Scribe, hurry up and get started."

Muzan had just finished speaking when he noticed that the Scribe had stopped moving.

"What are you still standing there for? Aren't you afraid I'll kill Tamayo?"

"I'm afraid, but I don't believe it."

The Scribe smiled coldly and turned the Nichirin Blade around.

"I don't believe you will keep your promise."

"Therefore, I chose to save myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fiery red light suddenly shone on the Scribe's face.

That was something covered by scabs, and had long since disappeared from everyone's sight.

Now, as the light shone again, Tanjiro and the others were able to see what it was.

That's a dragon!

A Fire Dragon!

Clinging tightly to the Scribe's skin, it was a lifelike dragon!

The dragon's head and body, located at the heart and face, reappear this time!

"What's this?"

Tanjiro's eyes widened, feeling as if he had seen this somewhere before.

Muzan's expression changed the moment he saw the Fire Dragon.

Kokushibo unconsciously placed his hand on the weapon in his hand and uttered two words.

"Demon Slayer Mark!"

Once the Demon Slayer Mark lit up, the Scribe launched an attack without hesitation.

He brandished his Nichirin Blade, and a crimson blade of light flew out.

This attack was far more ferocious than any of the previous ones.

"You've been hiding your true strength all this time!"

Realizing that the Scribe had been feigning weakness, Muzan grabbed Tamayo and quickly retreated.

The same applies to Kokushibo, Doma, Shinri Masato, and Brain Food.

Anyone capable of moving was frantically increasing the distance between themselves and the Scribe.

The Scribe did not stop the ghost from retreating.

After unleashing a slash, he immediately rushed towards the Demon Slayer Corps and the others.

After a few swift cuts, they were rescued.

After being rescued, the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen didn't say a word, but clutched their hearts and knelt on the ground.

They felt their heart rate increase and their body temperature gradually rise.

But my body didn't feel any discomfort; on the contrary, it felt more flexible.

"What... what's going on?"

Stone Hashira Himejima Gyomei and asked the Scribe.

"Mister Scribe, what exactly is going on..."

"Resonance."

The Scribe stood with his sword in hand, looking at Muzan.

"The resonance of the Demon Slayer Mark."

Chapter 640 Piercing the Heart

Even before the Scribe appeared in the Demon Slayer Corps, the Demon Slayer Mark on his body began to affect the members of the Demon Slayer Corps.

But this influence is subtle and gradual.

Furthermore, because the Scribe bear the brunt of the pressure from the demons, the swordsmen are almost unable to activate their Demon Slayer Mark.

Even now, the Scribe has taken the initiative to reveal his Demon Slayer Mark.

In an instant, all the subtle influences from before erupted.

Once the Demon Slayer Corps members pick up their weapons and fight again, it won't be long before they are able to truly awaken their own Demon Slayer Mark.

Thinking of this, the Scribe asked.

Where are your weapons?

"There it is~"

Tanjiro sighed and pointed to a pile of junk not far away.

"Our weapons were also destroyed like this after our defeat."

"The reason they brought it here is probably to show it off as a trophy."

"For now, we can only fight with our fists."

But the Scribe shook his head.

"I have a way to get you back your weapons."

"But you must promise me one thing."

Upon hearing this, Tanjiro and the others could sense the seriousness in the Scribe's words.

They all nodded in agreement.

"We understand, Mister Scribe. Please speak."

"No matter what you see next, don't try to stop me."

At this moment, Gyutaro and Yushiro, who had regained their freedom, also came over.

"Protect Tanjiro and the others until they get their weapons."

Gyutaro nodded.

At this point, I must follow the instructions of the Scribe.

"Mister Scribe, you will save Miss Tamayo, won't you?"

The Scribe patted Koume's head and said.

"Yes, I definitely will."

As he spoke, he pushed Koume into Koinatsu's arms.

"Take good care of her."

Finally, the Scribe looked at Yushiro and asked a question that baffled everyone, including the ghosts.

"Is that thing still with Tamayo?"

Yushiro seemed to understand something.

He nodded vigorously and said firmly.

"Yes, sir."

"Alright, then use your abilities to help Tanjiro and the others as much as you can."

As he spoke, the Scribe vanished from his spot in an instant.

"I'll be right back."

Sensing the Scribe gradually approaching from behind, a hint of horror flashed in Muzan's eyes.

"Isn't he afraid I'll kill Tamayo?"