Is Doma Going to Self-Destruct?
With a quick glance, the Scribe had already figured out Doma's intentions.
Just as the Scribe was about to swing his sword again, a beam of light suddenly shot out from afar.
The Scribe didn't even look at it before swinging his sword.
The blade's light and the beam of light collided, and the latter was instantly shattered.
But the shattered light resembled countless tiny rays.
Like a vast net, it continued to shoot towards the Scribe.
Seeing this, the Scribe activated his ability once again.
"Blood Demon Art * Kagero"
The skin turned slightly red, and then a large amount of crimson flames emerged from the skin.
The light was extinguished the moment it came into contact with the flame.
"Shinri Masato, since you're here, come out."
As he spoke, Shinri Masato's figure emerged from thin air somewhere.
"Doma, I'll help you."
Doma initially wanted to refuse, but after seeing the flames on the Scribe's body, he nodded.
"Two against one?"
Seeing the somewhat familiar scene, Scribe couldn't help but smile.
"Alright, now that I've dealt with you, I can go and kill Muzan."
"It won't be that easy."
A milky white light shone from the real person's hands as they shouted loudly.
Even if it means death, I'll take you with me!
As he spoke, the real man threw a punch.
The white light, like a cannonball, slammed into the Scribe's chest.
During the flight, the surrounding air was somewhat distorted.
"Because of anger, my abilities have all improved somewhat."
Seeing the bombardment flying towards him, Scribe flicked his finger.
Crimson Blood Burning Flame flew out and collided with the light.
After the two different forces intersected, they both dissipated.
The real person's strength is naturally no match for the Scribe's.
But the power of distortion is quite terrifying.
As long as it's within the range that a real person can distort, whether it's air, earth, or light, it's all a weapon in their hand.
With the help of his unique abilities and his own inherent strength, the real person can barely join the battle.
Faced with the attack of the two ghosts, the Scribe narrowed his eyes.
He was waiting.
Waiting for the next ghost to appear.
Shinri Masato has already appeared, Brain Food probably won't just sit idly by.
Sure enough, shortly after the real person appeared, the Scribe felt dizzy.
Brain food is attacking one's own mind.
However, the attack was not very strong; it could only be considered a distraction at best.
"Hiding somewhere?"
"We remain as cautious about brain-based foods as ever."
"But if that's the case, how can you hide?"
The Scribe's lips curled up slightly, and then he leaned forward slightly.
Immediately afterwards, two large bulges appeared behind him.
As the large package burst open, two enormous wings stretched out from it.
Black wings with blood-red patterns on them.
With a flap of its wings, the Scribe took flight and its body soared into the air.
Seeing the Scribe suddenly take flight, Shinri Masato's expression changed.
They're all ghosts, but I've lived this long and never mastered my body to this extent.
The Scribe has only been transformed into a demon for a short time, yet he has already achieved this level of skill.
If this continues, won't we become the ultimate life form?
After taking to the air, the Scribe raised the Nichirin Blade in his hand.
As the crimson light shone, the Scribe began to rotate.
With the aid of wings, the rotation speed quickly reached its peak.
Even the three Upper Rank demons couldn't see exactly how fast it was.
As they spun, one blade after another flew out.
Under the crimson light of the swords, the pitch-black sky seemed to turn fiery red.
"Blood Demon Art * Fire Sun Sky"
Numerous blades of light rained down on the ground, dense and powerful.
Upon Doma immediately cooperated with the Crystalline Child and released a large amount of ice crystals.
Shinri Masato then roared, and the surrounding air began to distort.
When the first blade of light struck the ground, an explosion occurred instantly.
The force was so great that it blasted a crater several meters in radius into the ground.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
Then came the second, the third, the fourth...
Every time a blade of light explodes, a new crater appears in the ground.
A cloud of smoke and dust billowed up, and various small stones flew everywhere.
After an unknown amount of time, the explosions finally stopped.
The ground was also completely destroyed by the bomb.
Like the surface of the moon, it is full of craters.
The Scribe also stopped rotating.
It flapped its wings and landed back on the ground.
When the smoke cleared, Doma and Shinri Masato reappeared.
The former was alright; he didn't have any obvious injuries.
However, only two of the Crystalline Child remained beside him at this moment.
Shinri Masato, on the other hand, fared much worse.
His entire body was covered in charred black skin.
There were several dents on his arms and thighs.
He looked extremely miserable, and his breath was very weak.
As the Upper Rank Three the Twelve Kizuki.
Even when working together with Doma, Makoto could only protect himself to this extent.
Throughout the entire world, there is probably no one else besides the Scribe.
Seeing this, for some reason, a sentence popped into the Scribe's mind.
"Three against one, and they almost got killed. Do they even know how to play?"
Chapter 648 Is Doma going to self-destruct?
But the Scribe ultimately did not utter those words.
He simply looked around, searching for the figure of the brain food.
The Blood Demon Art of Brain Eater has a limited range.
In order to attack itself, the brain must first be able to see itself.
Therefore, even if the two sides maintain a certain distance, it cannot be too far.
"Where exactly is it?"
After searching for some time, the Scribe finally discovered the hiding place of the brain food.
It was a crater that had been blown open.
It should have been in an inverted spiral shape, like the other pits.
But at the bottom of this pit, a strange protrusion appeared.
The moment he noticed the protrusion, the Scribe rushed toward the pit.
But after running only a few steps, large patches of ice crystals blocked his way.
"Doma".
Looking at the ghost emerging from the ice crystals, the Scribe said coldly.
"If you want to die now, I can grant your wish."
Compared to the powerful Doma, Brain Eater was a more troublesome opponent for the Scribe.
If possible, he would rather have three Doma than one Brain Eater.
Facing the Scribe, Doma smiled and said...
"Mister Scribe, I am naturally no match for you."
"But if we can stall for a while, it's still possible."
At this moment, Shinri Masato had recovered, also silently walked to Doma's side.
Brain food also floated out from the protrusion.
The situation has once again become three against one.
The Scribe remained silent.
He simply raised his Nichirin Blade and charged forward.
Meanwhile, the battle between Kokushibo and Hakuji was also coming to an end.
As the strongest fighter after Muzan, Upper Rank One's terror is beyond Hakuji's ability to contend with.
Moreover, the Moon Breathing used by Kokushibo is inherently effective against demons.
Due to these two factors, Hakuji has developed numerous injuries.
"Akaza, you've become much stronger now than you did back then."
"Unfortunately, it's not enough."
"You haven't even set foot in the Supreme Domain, so you're not qualified."
Hakuji didn't speak, but simply used the Compass Needle again.
Seeing this, Kokushibo swung his sword.
A cold, sharp blade flashed out, shattering Hakuji's defenses.