Madman Dichai

"Don't even think about dragging me down with you! Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Amidst the loud roars, Dichai's body suddenly swelled up.

A large amount of flesh and bone grew out and wrapped together.

In the blink of an eye, a huge ball of flesh appeared on the ground.

As time went on, the fleshy ball continued to expand.

Meanwhile, the sound of chewing could be heard coming from inside.

It seemed as if something terrifying was brewing.

Outside world.

The Scribe frowned slightly as he looked at the now-vanished passage.

But soon, as if he had thought of something.

His brows gradually relaxed.

"Space, Infinity Castle, Distortion, Sword Technique..."

As he murmured something, the Scribe's eyes gradually brightened.

He seemed to have touched something.

Recalling everything that had just happened, he then held his Nichirin Blade horizontally in front of him.

He moved his palm, leaving fresh blood on it.

"Blood Demon Art * Crimson Blood Burning Flame"

The Red Nichirin Blade, combined with the bright red flames, rendered the Nichirin Blade an unparalleled, vibrant red.

Flames burned, and hot air billowed out.

The air around us seemed distorted.

"Heat, condensation, sharpness, a single cut..."

Staring intently at the flames on the blade, the Scribe's pupils gradually lost all other light.

In the end, only the flickering flame remained.

"Phew~"

After a long while, he raised his Nichirin Blade.

At the same time, heat began to condense on the blade.

Instead of evaporating randomly, it adheres tightly to the surface of the blade.

They were locked together tightly, as if coated with a film.

After being exposed to such intense heat, a faint black line appeared around the blade.

That is space.

It's a spatial rift created by the flames!

"Just now, the passage to the Infinity Castle was in this direction, wasn't it?"

With his eyes moving, the Scribe slightly adjusted his direction.

Then, he slashed out with his sword.

No flames flew out, nor was there any loud explosion.

Yes, it was just another simple and unadorned strike.

"Blood Demon Art * Burning Sky"

After the slash was made, a thin flame appeared out of thin air.

It burns fiercely, fueled by space.

The passage to the Infinity Castle was cleaved open by this single strike.

Chapter 656 Madman Dichai

The flames burned, and in no time, they burned a large hole in the space.

Space seeks healing, but when it comes into contact with flames, it's like a mouse encountering a cat.

It suddenly pulled back.

The Scribe smiled and then walked into the passageway.

Infinity Castle.

Muzan, who was pondering his next plan, suddenly sensed something.

Then, to his surprise, he discovered that the temperature around him had suddenly soared.

Then there's space.

A thin, fiery red line suddenly appeared in the space.

Not only Muzan, but also Brain Eater and Kokushibo noticed the existence of the fine threads.

"What's this?"

Is the Infinity Castle about to collapse?

"No, it seems to be caused by external factors."

Just as the three ghosts were wondering what was going on, a powerful flame suddenly burst forth from the thin thread.

The familiar aura wafted over, causing the three ghosts' expressions to change.

"It's the Scribe!"

"How did he manage to do it without any spatial abilities?"

"Is he going to force his way into the Infinity Castle?"

Shocked, Muzan did not hesitate and fled into the distance.

After thinking for a moment, Brain Eater also followed Muzan.

Only Kokushibo remained standing in place.

As the flames gradually spread and burned the space, the gaps that appeared grew larger and larger.

Sunlight was already filtering in faintly.

Finally, Kokushibo let out a long sigh.

"Let's wait a little longer."

With a sigh, Kokushibo swung his sword across the ground.

Then it fled into the distance.

Before long, the Scribe walked in from the outside.

Upon entering the Infinity Castle, he sensed the presence of demons in the air.

Did they escape?

As the Scribe considered whether to give chase, a line of words on the ground caught his eye.

"Dichai, in this direction."

Looking at this line of text, the Scribe knew that it was the work of Kokushibo.

Although he didn't know the purpose, after thinking it over, he decided to go and take a look.

They ran in the direction Kokushibo had pointed out.

Soon, a huge ball of flesh appeared in his field of vision.

What is that?

Upon discovering the enormous flesh, the Scribe felt a sense of unease.

It was a dual discomfort stemming from both physical and psychological factors.

Large amounts of disgusting pus rolled down from the fleshy ball, corroding the platform beneath it.

A fishy, foul odor emanates from it, and it has a pale yellow color.

Even a light sniff can induce a feeling of dizziness.

The fleshy ball was covered with countless huge and thick tentacles, which were waving wildly.

Every now and then, several human faces would bulge out on the surface of the fleshy ball.

It looks absolutely disgusting.

"Is this some kind of Dichai?"

The Scribe frowned, somewhat surprised.

No matter how you look at it, you can't connect this thing in front of you with Dichai.

But at that moment, the fleshy ball seemed to notice the presence of the Scribe.

A tentacle suddenly lashed out, smashing towards the Scribe.

The speed at which the tentacles move far exceeds the reaction limits of ordinary people.

The Scribe swung his sword and severed the tentacle.

"Bang!"

The tentacles that fell to the ground were not completely dead.

Instead, it constantly twists and destroys everything around it.

Looking at the cross-section, the Scribe discovered that there were things inside that resembled flesh and bones.

"What a tenacious life."

"Is this thing alive?"

As I pondered, a roar came from within the ball of flesh.

"The Scribe!"

As the surface of the fleshy ball writhed, Dichai's face emerged from the surface.

"It's all because of you, it's all because of you."

"If it weren't for you, my plan would have succeeded long ago."

I'm going to kill you!

As soon as she finished speaking, Dichai's face disappeared.

Instead, it is Kamihito Ichi.

"Long time no see, Mister Scribe."

"But soon we'll be able to be together forever."

Change again.

This time, it's Imamura's appearance.

"Let me show you the power of the God of Ninjas!"

Within just a dozen seconds of sound, more than ten different appearances appeared on the fleshy ball.

Seeing this bizarre scene, the Scribe seemed to realize something as well.

"Has Dichai's mental state collapsed?"

"Could it be the effect of Blood Progeny?"

"No, there's a distinct heartbeat inside, like something is being conceived."

Just as the Scribe was pondering, the appearance of the fleshy ball changed again.

A face I'd never seen before appeared.