Brain Eater's Backup Plan

Just as the blade was about to strike, Muzan had already shrunk to the size of a child.

The strike missed its mark.

Seeing that the Scribe's attack missed, Muzan's face flashed with a hint of joy.

As soon as it opens its mouth, it screams.

But the Scribe changed his tactics at this moment.

With his powerful arm strength, he forcefully lifted the Nichirin Blade that was slashing horizontally.

He then swung his sword quickly.

It unleashes a spiral-shaped slash from top to bottom.

"Sun Breathing * Tenth Form * Radiant Heavenly Glow"

Flames, like the sun, coiled around the blade, pressing heavily against Muzan's petite frame.

"What?!"

Muzan could only let out a shout.

He was then slashed in the chest.

As blood splattered everywhere, his chest was almost severed.

The wound almost pierced through his body.

Whether it's flesh, bones, or internal organs, everything appears charred.

It loses its activity when burned by flame.

"Radiant Heavenly Glow?"

"Trying to limit my regenerative abilities?"

The surprise flashed by, Muzan quickly regained his composure.

Several swollen bumps also appeared on his back.

The moment it shattered, two wings appeared.

With a flap of its wings, it carried Muzan into the air.

Seeing this, the Scribe also sprouted wings and gave chase.

Both sides moved rapidly through the sky.

The air it cut through left two white streaks in the sky.

As they pursued, Scribe noticed that Muzan's injuries had begun to heal.

"After consuming the Blue Spider Lily, one's recovery ability is far superior to before."

"The effect of sword skills that suppress recovery has been weakened."

"So, that's the only way after all?"

A hint of decisiveness flashed in the Scribe's eyes.

Its wings flapped again, and it gave chase.

Seeing the Muzan pursuit of the Scribe behind him, Muzan also increased his speed.

They widened the distance again.

In the air, the Scribe unleashed several slashes.

Every strike that hits Muzan will leave a significant injury on him.

But the injury will heal in a very short time.

Moreover, the Scribe had a strange feeling about him.

Muzan seems to be gradually adapting to the Sun Breathing.

"Blue Spider Lily have this effect?"

His brows furrowed, and the Scribe's expression turned somewhat gloomy.

"This can't go on."

"Continuing to pursue this will yield no results."

"We need to find a way to trap Muzan."

Ahead, Muzan has already recovered from his injuries.

"I never imagined that assimilation would have such an effect."

"Each attack makes me more adaptable."

"Although very faint, it definitely exists!"

At that moment, an idea popped into Muzan's mind.

If one can withstand tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of blows from the Scribe.

Will I be able to become immune to the Sun Breathing from now on?

But he forgot about it as soon as the idea came to him.

Regardless of whether the Scribe will give this opportunity.

The body alone cannot recover that many times.

Although demons are said to have almost immortal bodies.

However, there is a limit to how much a person can recover.

It's just that humans can hardly do it.

She glanced back at the Scribe, a hint of coldness flashing in her scarlet pupils.

"That Scribe, I'm afraid he's also..."

Before he could finish thinking, Muzan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

Immediately afterwards, his entire body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Chapter 666 The Contingency Plan of Brain Food

"Muzan changed his flight direction?"

The Scribe was somewhat surprised to see Muzan flying downwards.

If the other party voluntarily lands on the ground, the probability of trapping them increases significantly.

But why would Muzan do this?

"Take the initiative? Impossible, Muzan isn't that stupid."

"Could this be a trap? But something doesn't seem right; they shouldn't have any men left."

"That is, an unexpected situation has occurred..."

In a very short time, the Scribe analyzed the reason why Muzan changed direction.

After a brief pause, he chose to give chase.

No Muzan what happens to Muzan, his goal will not change.

That is, kill the other party!

On the other side, Muzan, who was falling, heard a familiar voice.

The sound of brain food.

"Muzan, how do I taste?"

"Brain food? Why are you still alive?!"

"Because of assimilation."

The moment the brain food answered, Muzan felt some different changes happening to his body.

It may be hard to put into words, but it is definitely happening.

"Blood?"

"What did you have implanted in your blood?!"

Brain Food replied.

"It's not that I implanted anything, it's just that this is how you set it up, sir."

"All ghosts draw their power from your blood."

"Therefore, blood is the most fundamental and earliest force."

After saying that, Muzan felt the blood in his body begin to change.

Although it is still one's own body.

But it's beyond our control.

It is even more impossible to stop the mutations in the blood.

"Assimilation began the moment you swallowed me."

"Afterwards, you used assimilation and Blood Progeny to obtain so many Demon Blood Art, which accelerated this process even further."

"By now, assimilation is unstoppable!"

Brain Food's voice was somewhat frantic, and his tone was also excited.

"I know I am no match for the Scribe, nor for you."

"In that case, I will abandon my physical body and merge all my consciousness into my blood!"

"Now, I am completely one with you!"

"I am you!"

Upon hearing this, Muzan understood.

I've been tricked.

No wonder brain food looks like that when it's being swallowed.

It always likes to make multiple plans and leave countless backup options, so why would it give up so easily?

So easily, he managed to devour himself.

In retrospect, everything was for the sake of the present.

"Of course, I am also able to wake up now thanks to Mister Scribe."

"I anticipated that you would have a battle, and that you would also be attacked by the Sun Breathing."

"So I appear when your resilience drops slightly."

The ultimate goal of brain food has been achieved.

His tone was full of joy.

"Muzan, you should care more about the Scribe than me."

"That guy is coming."

Upon hearing this, Muzan turned his head and looked behind him.

The Scribe was flying toward him at an extremely fast speed.

The Nichirin Blade in his hand had turned bright red.

"Red Nichirin Blade!"

Thinking of the pain of having his flesh torn apart, Muzan his wings and flew away.

The falling body instantly changed direction.

It flew into the air again.

Seeing Muzan suddenly change direction, Scribe's face showed a hint of understanding.