Rout
"It's back to normal?"
Without thinking twice, he chased after them.
As he moved forward, the Scribe constantly adjusted his posture.
The distance between the two sides is constantly closing.
Although slow, it does exist.
Seeing this, Muzan could only shout.
"Brain food, the Scribe is almost catching up."
Don't you have any better ideas?
"If you don't want to die, use it now!"
Brain Food spoke at this moment.
"Have."
"But I have one condition."
"I want to change back to my original form."
Upon hearing this, Muzan was taken aback.
"What's the meaning?"
"I want half of Muzan- sama's face."
I promise you!
Without much thought, Muzan readily agreed to the request for brain food.
The moment he agreed, half of Muzan's face began to writhe.
Muscles and bones are constantly adjusting.
Ultimately, it became a completely different face.
Once the transformation was complete, the body that was moving forward instantly turned around.
Different Blood Demon Art also emerged from his hands.
A streak of blue light, a streak of red light.
"Blood Demon Art * Wind Slash"
Blood Demon Art: Exploding Flames
As the light shone, two completely different attacks flew out.
At the moment of contact, both energies increase simultaneously.
The wind fanned the flames, and the fire swirled in the wind.
The combined attack is several times stronger than before.
The Scribe was somewhat surprised to see the attack hurtling towards him.
He raised his Nichirin Blade and slashed forward.
The blade flashed and collided with the impact.
Another explosion occurred.
Driven by the shockwave, the Scribe and Muzan were blown in different directions.
Just a few seconds later, the Scribe had recovered.
When I looked at Muzan, I found that he had already escaped.
The distance between the two sides widened once again.
The Scribe had no choice but to chase after them again.
But during the pursuit, a question arose in his mind.
"That attack just now didn't seem like Muzan would use."
"It's not just about combinations, but also about the synergy between attributes."
"Muzan couldn't do that just now."
Suddenly, the Scribe thought of something.
"Just now, Muzan's face seemed a little strange."
That's not his face.
"Whose is it?"
Several ideas flashed through the Scribe's mind.
Finally, a face full of eyeballs appeared.
"Could it be... brain food?"
"So far, the only thing I haven't seen is this guy's face."
"Leaving some backup plans is in line with that guy's character."
Meanwhile, Muzan was thrilled with his escape.
"Great, we've successfully widened the gap."
"Brain Food, how did you manage to do that just now?"
The sound of brain food came from inside.
"It's just a small touch."
"To date, there are more than 30 combinations of two attributes and four combinations of three attributes."
"I'm still studying the remaining combinations."
The terrifying number of Blood Demon Art within Muzan's body, coupled with the intelligence of the Brain Eater.
The combination of the two weapons can unleash a terrifying power.
"Perhaps I can kill the Scribe!"
With this thought in mind, Muzan turned around.
The Scribe was still relentlessly pursuing them from behind.
"Go to hell!"
With a roar in his heart, Muzan flew towards the Scribe.
At the same time, he also acquired a tin staff.
Lightning flashed.
The flames in his mouth condensed, as if a pillar of fire was spewing out.
A huge mouth appeared on its abdomen, with its lips bulging out.
It looked as if something was about to burst out at any moment.
"Thunder, fire, and wind—a triple attack."
"Scribe, experience despair!"
His pupils contracted, Muzan immediately unleashed a combination technique of three attributes.
In an instant, lightning, pillars of fire, and wind projectiles appeared simultaneously.
They merged together and attacked the Scribe.
Chapter 667 Defeat
Despite the three types of Blood Demon Art attacking him, the Scribe showed no fear.
He raised his hand and slashed out with his sword.
As the sword light flashed, the two attacks collided.
"Bang!"
Amidst the flames of the explosion, the Scribe charged forward.
It flapped its wings and continued flying towards Muzan.
Seeing this, Muzan quickly changed direction and flew backward.
"Brain food, what's going on?"
"Didn't you say this was a fusion attack of three attributes?"
"Why is it having no effect on the Scribe at all!"
The brain food did not speak.
A few minutes later, he slowly began to speak.
"Muzan, I did say that this is a fusion attack of three attributes."
"It cannot be denied that this kind of fusion attack is extremely powerful."
"But I never said it would be useful to the Scribe."
Upon hearing this, Muzan fell silent.
"Then why didn't you say so sooner?"
"I didn't expect you to turn around and fight directly."
Is there any way to do this now?
Muzan immediately changed the subject.
Brain Food answered just as readily.
"No."
"The Scribe's abilities have exceeded expectations."
"As things stand, it will be difficult to kill him unless he seeks death himself."
Upon hearing this, Muzan shouted.
"Then hurry up and think of a solution!"
Muzan would never admit that he was wrong just now.
He also knew very well that he didn't have the brains for it.
Right now, all we can do is urge Brain Foods to come up with new solutions as soon as possible.
The Scribe did not give Muzan and Brain Eater much time to think.
During the chase, he continuously unleashed flashes of his blade, striking the target.
Muzan was injured, and a large amount of blood and organs splattered.
However, thanks to its powerful recovery ability, it fully recovered in a very short time.
After repeated attempts, Muzan found himself in an extremely awkward situation.
We can't beat them in a fight.
There's no escaping it.
Its attack power is not as strong as the Scribe's, nor is its range.
Even defensive and regenerative abilities are like this.
Its only advantage is that it can use its spatial abilities to escape again when it gets close.
But Muzan knew that this couldn't go on forever.
Because it is very clear that ghosts cannot heal indefinitely.
Even though he was the Progenitor of Demons, he was still the same.