Final Form: Hundred-Body Demon
But the Scribe felt a sense of familiarity.
You can see the faces of demons like Dichai, Kamihito Ichi, Nakime, Imamura Nakime from above.
It could be said that this is a face pieced together.
I'm going to kill you!
With a roar, countless tentacles surged toward the Scribe.
At the same time, all sorts of Blood Demon Art were also used.
All of these belong to the ghosts that were devoured by Dichai.
Ranged, melee, fire, ice, mind.
Each tentacle possesses a completely different Blood Demon Art.
It spread out like a vast net, covering the Scribe.
"What a madman."
"Just how many ghosts has this guy eaten?"
Slightly bending down, Scribe looked at the tentacles descending from the sky and swung his sword to stab the heavens.
"Sun Breathing * Seventh Form * Radiant Flower Thrust!"
Rings of flame erupted from his body.
The Nichirin Blade in his hand condensed a blazing light.
Like an arrow, it pierced through the tentacles.
All the pierced tentacles showed large areas of charring marks at the wound site.
Flames adhered to it and began to burn fiercely.
The covering Blood Demon Art was easily neutralized.
Even if some of the energy could strike the Scribe, it would be blocked by the scales.
"It's so hot!"
Its face was contorted in a grimace, and it let out a painful howl.
To protect herself, Dichai had no choice but to cut off the burning tentacles herself.
In an instant, large amounts of burning flesh and blood fell from the sky like rain.
The Scribe simply swung his sword and cleaved it into countless pieces.
Looking at the burning flesh and blood, the Scribe showed a hint of doubt.
As the flesh was burned away, protrusions resembling human faces appeared.
It might even let out a scream.
It's as if each tentacle has its own consciousness.
As the Scribe continued to observe the other fragments, he became even more certain of his idea.
The tentacles are different, and so are the protrusions on the flesh.
In other words, the owners of these consciousnesses are different.
"What is Dichai's purpose in doing this?"
As he wielded his sword, the Scribe pondered his objective.
Being severed by the Sun Breathing signifies the demise of the demon's consciousness.
Dichai now seems to have gone mad because of too many and too complicated thoughts.
"Could it be..."
An idea gradually took shape in the Scribe's mind.
"Does Dichai want to use me to clear away those excessive thoughts?"
"And thereby regain control of the body?"
Before the Scribe could continue to consider the likelihood of this, the tentacles had already healed completely.
The second wave of attacks has arrived.
This time, there are more tentacles than before.
The power of Blood Demon Art has changed.
Chapter 657 Final Form, Hundred-Body Demon
The Scribe brandished his sword again.
This time, after severing the tentacles, he deliberately observed them for a while.
"As expected, the consciousness on each tentacle is different."
"All those ghosts from before are dead."
"Dichai is clearing the cluttered consciousness within her body!"
As soon as he realized this, the Scribe changed direction and rushed towards the main body of the giant fleshy ball.
And the tentacles seemed to sense something, following closely behind him.
With a flap of its wings, the Scribe arrived directly above the fleshy ball.
"Sun Breathing * Second Form * Azure Sky"
A vertical slash was unleashed from above.
The blazing flames flew about, seemingly about to burn everything to ashes.
Faced with such an attack, Dichai could only choose to defend.
The waving tentacles retracted.
They all gathered in front of the fleshy ball.
The Blood Demon Art, originally intended for offense, can now only be used for self-defense.
"Boom boom boom!"
With the continuous bombardment of various Blood Demon Art, the speed of the slashes also decreased somewhat.
Even so, it still flew towards the fleshy ball below.
Dichai always resisted desperately, but to no avail.
Before the tentacles could even make contact with the slash, they were ignited by the flames.
Even if you manage to touch it, the sharp blade will instantly slice you into several pieces.
Finally, the scorching slash struck the ball of flesh.
In an instant, countless drops of blood gushed out, like a spring.
The column of blood shot into the sky, reaching a height of over ten meters.
Under such overwhelming pressure from Azure Sky's massive health, his attack was ultimately extinguished.
The Scribe, meanwhile, flapped his wings and quietly observed the situation below.
He could sense that Dichai was not dead.
But with the fleshy mass destroyed, the opponent can no longer use the previous methods to wear down consciousness.
"Dichai, what would you do?"
With his eyes fixed on the enormous ball of flesh below, the Scribe then spoke.
"Come out quickly."
"Stop pretending."
As soon as the words were spoken, Dichai's voice came from inside the ball of flesh.
"Scribe, you have indeed discovered my intentions."
"It's so obvious, no wonder others noticed it."
"Very well, with your help, I have erased most of the mixed consciousness."
Dichai called out again as she spoke to the Scribe.
"Let me show you what I'm like after I've obtained countless essences!"
With a roar, the flames on the fleshy ball were extinguished instantly.
The wound healed again.
Countless tentacles retracted and merged into the fleshy ball.
Then, something began to surge up from the surface, as if something was about to appear.
Before long, an enormous arm tore through the skin.
Next came the second arm.
The entire body was exposed as it was torn apart by two incredibly thick arms.
Its limbs are covered with sharp claws.
It was covered with blood-red patterns.
Strangely, the flesh and blood on the body had various different colors.
Red, yellow, blue, green, purple—all sorts of colors are available.
The different colors of flesh and blood correspond to different facial features represented by the raised bumps on them.
Dichai's face appeared between the eyebrows of this enormous body.
As she slowly opened her eyes, Dichai let out a thunderous laugh.
"Scribe, did you see that?"
"This is my final form!"
"The offspring of countless humans and demons, selected through Blood Progeny screening!"
The Scribe remained silent, silently calculating the number of different colors of flesh and blood in his mind.
"Ten... twenty... fifty... ninety-nine"
"Including the Dichai in the very center, there are a total of one hundred."
"In other words, the current Dichai is a combined demon with the abilities of a hundred different demons."
Sensing the aura emanating from Dichai, Scribe discovered that Dichai's strength had actually reached a new level.
It's stronger than the previous Doma.
In a way, it seemed to be able to contend with Kokushibo.
From its current position on Upper Rank Six, it's fair to say that Dichai's scheme has been very successful.
No wonder they are so rampant.
But the Scribe smiled.
"After wasting so much time, this is all you get in the end?"
The Scribe spoke with a hint of sarcasm.
"I thought you would become the new Demon King."
"I didn't expect it to be just this."
Upon hearing this, Dichai instantly became furious.
"If I eat you, I will be the next Demon King!"
"By then, no one in the world will be my match!"
"Even the sunlight cannot destroy me!"