Demon God Shishu
The real man's lips curled up slightly, as if he had thought of some trick.
"I'll let you watch the Scribe fail to become a ghost and die in agony."
As he spoke, the real person snapped his fingers.
A Spatial Rift tore open, and dozens of figures emerged from it.
Those are all ghosts.
Each one exuded the aura of Lower Rank level.
Tamayo simply had no way to defeat so many.
"Go get him! Tear the Scribe to pieces!"
As soon as the real person gave the order, the demon immediately rushed towards Tamayo.
At that moment, the Scribe's fingers trembled slightly.
Let's rewind a little.
The Scribe, whose eyes were closed, did not die immediately.
Instead, he was trying his best to control the muscles in his body and slow down the rate of blood flow.
Before long, a warm sensation came from my lips.
Then the slightly cool liquid slid into the air.
Under the influence of the potion, the Scribe's body quickly began to transform into that of a ghost.
It was at this moment that he thought to himself.
"Activate, reverse bullet time."
"Target: Self".
"Execute immediately."
The moment the thought crossed his mind, the system's voice rang in the Scribe's mind.
"Confirm execution".
A fiery sensation surged from his heart, Scribe felt as if he were standing in a furnace.
The endless pain made him let out a roar.
"Aaaaaah!"
Amidst the roars, copious amounts of blood seeped from the pores of its body.
The Scribe was instantly covered in blood.
At the same time, a large amount of flesh and bones appeared out of thin air and wrapped around his body.
Like an egg.
The egg's surface has strange black and red patterns and a slight sheen.
If someone is curious and walks around the egg, they will find that the pattern on the surface of the egg looks like a dragon.
What is this?
Looking at the giant egg, which was as tall as three people, Shinri Masato's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.
In a mere second, the Scribe vanished from his spot and was replaced by the egg.
Is this because of the demonization?
'No, it must be destroyed immediately.'
"All of you, charge! Destroy that egg at all costs!"
As soon as the real person changed their orders, the demons immediately abandoned Tamayo and ran towards the egg.
And the real person shouted again.
"Nakime, inform the master!"
"And there's a parasite army! Call them over quickly!"
Tamayo, who had been knocked away, stared at the egg with disbelief on her face.
She didn't understand why the Scribe's transformation into a ghost was so rapid.
But then I thought about it again, and it seemed that the Scribe already had enough secrets.
One more wouldn't matter.
Then, Tamayo saw a demon approaching the egg.
Sharp claws extended, and a vicious claw struck.
The sound of wind breaking through the air rang out; if caught, it would be enough to tear a human into several pieces.
But at that moment, an arm suddenly smashed the eggshell.
Her arms were incredibly white, but they had red and black lines on them.
It adheres to the skin like a thin suit of armor.
After extending his arm, he grabbed the ghost's arm with lightning speed and twisted it forcefully.
"Click"
The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the ghost's arm was twisted off.
Amidst splattering blood, a fist slammed out, smashing the head apart.
The other ghosts were stunned for a moment upon seeing the scene before them.
But they continued to launch attacks.
No matter how fierce their attacks were, they couldn't harm that arm in the slightest.
Even if the Blood Demon Art was used to strike it, it could only create a few cracks in the armor.
But the crack will heal instantly.
In the end, all the ghosts were defeated.
After that, he pulled his arm back.
Then came the crisp sound of shattering.
The eggshell is covered with countless fine lines, like a spider web.
As one piece after another fell, a figure emerged from it.
He has a slender build, and his limbs and vital parts are covered by red and black armor.
The two horns on its head are slightly curved, and it wears a ferocious mask on its face.
Her black hair flowed freely down her back, with a few drops of bright red at the ends.
"Shinri Masato, aren't these guys a bit too low-class as a welcoming gift for me?"
The figure smiled, but the voice was incredibly familiar.
When he raised his arm and removed the mask from his face, the face that appeared was incredibly familiar.
It was the Scribe.
To be precise, it is the Scribe who has been transformed into a demon.
His pupils turned into vertical pupils, emitting a faint golden light.
There was a circular red mark between his eyebrows, and several twisted thin lines were evenly distributed around the mark.
Like the sun.
"Now, we can begin the second round."
Chapter 642 Demon God and Scribe
Upon seeing the Scribe before him, Zhenren's first reaction was not to run away.
Instead, they knelt down.
The aura emanating from the Scribe was no Muzan.
No, he is far superior to Muzan!
If Muzan is the king of demons...
The Scribe is a god who disregards everything, resides high in the sky, and rules over all living beings.
Demon God!
Scribe glanced at Shinri Masato, who was trying to escape, and smiled faintly.
"Just now, you were the one who wanted to attack Tamayo, weren't you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shinri Masato felt an overwhelming sense of malice surrounding him.
Without the slightest hesitation, the True Man immediately abandoned all the ghosts present and fled into the distance.
Even while fleeing, he didn't forget to shout it out.
"Nakime, save me!"
Upon hearing this, Nakime had no choice but to open the teleportation channel of the Infinity Castle to guide the real person.
But the Scribe only glanced at it, then stretched out his finger and made a slight swipe.
A spurt of blood shot from his fingertips and flew towards the real person.
During the flight, the blood even started to burn.
The dark red flames seemed to come from hell, surging onto the real person's back.
The moment the flames scorched his flesh, the real man immediately let out a scream.
Then he fell into the Infinity Castle.
"That should be enough for you."
With his eyes darting around, the Scribe looked at the other ghosts.
"It seems that your previous injuries have almost fully healed."
The ghost did not answer, but lunged at the Scribe again.
The Scribe smiled and reached out to grab a ghost by the neck.
With a gentle twist, the head was removed.
Despite suffering such severe damage, the demon still wanted to tear it apart with its teeth.
But flames reignited in the Scribe's hands.
"Blood Demon Art * Crimson Blood Burning Flame"
As the firelight enveloped the ghost, its expression instantly turned to terror.
After a few roars, his head was burned to ashes.
Seeing this, Tamayo was stunned.
The Scribe, a ghost, actually killed another ghost?
Isn't this something only Muzan could do?
Noticing Tamayo's gaze, the Scribe turned to look at her.
"Muzan can do, I can do too."
As he spoke, the Scribe flicked his wrist again.
Drops of blood flew out and stained the ghost's body.
The moment the demon came into contact with the blood, it was enveloped in flames.
Like the previous one, it was slightly reduced to ashes.
"When I was still human, my blood was Rare Blood and contained enormous energy."