Heartfire

Understanding Muzan's intentions, Scribe could only continue chasing after him.

Ahead, the fleshy form of Muzan is approaching the city.

"Once we enter the city, we will go on a killing spree."

"If you can't win by eating one person, eat ten. If ten isn't enough, eat a hundred, or a thousand!"

"Today, I will make sure the Scribe dies here!"

Faced with Muzan's roar, Brain Food fell silent.

After a short while, he finally spoke.

"In my opinion, you shouldn't do this, sir."

"If you want to rule humanity, you can't expose your presence too much."

"Otherwise, it could very well lead to unnecessary trouble."

Upon hearing the words "brain food, "Muzan shouted loudly.

'I only want the Scribe dead!'

Upon hearing this, Brain Food stopped talking.

It already has some regrets.

Regret and Muzan are intertwined.

But right now, I have no other choice.

"I hope Lord Muzan can survive."

Soon, Muzan entered the city.

Looking at the crowded streets, the fleshy mass trembled slightly.

At the same time, people also noticed the fleshy lump on their heads.

What is that?

"Have no idea."

"How disgusting! Can we please get rid of it quickly?"

Just as people were discussing it, countless tentacles flew out from the mass of flesh.

It pierces people's bodies and begins to suck their blood and flesh.

An ordinary person would become a corpse three seconds after being stabbed.

After the tentacles finish eating, they will choose another person.

Chaos erupted.

The survivors screamed and scattered in all directions.

Stampedes and overcrowding incidents continue to occur.

Muzan, however, was more than happy to see this happen.

For him, it didn't matter how many humans died.

He becomes stronger with each person he eats.

At this time, the Scribe also arrived in the city.

After seeing the people being devoured, he rushed straight towards the Scribe.

"Get out of my way!"

Muzan's voice came from within the mass of flesh.

Then, with a wave of its tentacles, it flung a corpse toward the Scribe.

The Scribe swung his sword and cleaved the corpse in two.

But then, Muzan started throwing the surviving humans at the Scribe.

Seeing the little girl being thrown towards him, Scribe wanted to save her.

But just as he was about to save the person, he suddenly realized something.

The body that was moving forward suddenly stopped.

It then flew off to one side.

The little girl's face showed despair as she approached the Scribe.

Immediately afterwards, his body suddenly swelled up.

Like a swollen balloon.

"Boom!"

It exploded with a deafening roar.

Looking at the countless corpses and blood, the Scribe fell silent.

His eyes darted around, looking at Muzan far away.

"So that's how it is, a human bomb."

"Muzan, you really have some tricks up your sleeve."

On the other side, Muzan looked at the stopped Scribe with some delight.

"Brain Food, your method really works."

"Using humans as bombs is indeed more effective than other methods."

"Keep it up."

Brain Food also answered.

"This Blood Demon Art was only recently discovered."

"Give me time, and I'm sure I can discover even stronger Blood Demon Art."

"Perhaps..."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Muzan.

With a single slash, the lump of flesh was cut in two.

"You really have... impressive skills."

Seeing the Scribe suddenly appear in front of him, Muzan realized that he seemed to have done something terrible.

But the next second, the face of the brain-eating creature emerged from the chunk of meat.

"Scribe, you've fallen for their trap."

"Muzan!"

With a shout from the Brain Eater, a massive shockwave emanated from the flesh that Muzan had transformed into.

It exerts a wide-ranging impact centered on itself.

The Scribe was instantly blown away.

He wanted to react, but instead his eyes widened.

"Your body... you can't move?"

"What's going on? My nervous system!"

Quickly sensing his own body, Scribe instantly understood what had just happened.

The shockwave unleashed by Muzan caused his nervous system to go haywire.

This can lead to spasms and an inability to move.

"It's okay, I'll recover in just a few seconds at most."

"By then, Muzan, you're finished."

With his eyes fixed on Muzan, the Scribe gripped his sword even tighter.

He knew that Muzan would Muzan be able to do this without incurring any cost.

The body ages 9,000 years.

It has existed for a longer period of time than all previous periods combined.

But Muzan was even more aware of the consequences of this move.

After it was used up, the fragments from the explosion began to scatter in all directions.

It is as if it has self-awareness.

"You're using that trick again?!"

Seeing this scene before him, the Scribe's pupils contracted.

Muzan cannot be completely killed unless all the fragments are destroyed.

There are a total of 1800 pieces. If any one of them escapes, Muzan will be resurrected.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi only destroyed 1,500 of the larger pieces.

"Scribe, you'd better stay there quietly!"

A sharp scream came from Muzan.

"Soon, this entire city will be my bargaining chip!"

Chapter 669 Heart Fire

"Using the city as leverage?"

Upon hearing Muzan's words, the Scribe narrowed his eyes.

He did not doubt the credibility of Muzan's story.

That kind of thing is indeed something the other party is capable of doing.

But that's not what I need to pay attention to right now.

Instead, eliminate those chunks of meat!

"Die!"

With a low growl, the Scribe swung his sword.

The blazing sword light approached the chunk of flesh in the blink of an eye.

But at that moment, a blue light suddenly shone from the meat.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of water appeared out of nowhere.

Like a high-pressure water gun, it sprayed towards the sword light.

Despite the immense power of the water flow, it still cannot compare to the sword light.

It was crushed the moment it made contact.

There may be more than just that one piece of flesh capable of casting Blood Demon Art.

All the surrounding chunks of meat suddenly began to glow.

Different lights result in different Blood Demon Art that can be cast.

In an instant, countless Blood Demon Art bombarded the sword light.

In the end, the sword light was destroyed by the Blood Demon Art.

Muzan's voice also rang out from within the chunks of flesh.

"Scribe, you can't kill me!"

The Scribe spoke immediately after he finished speaking.

Are you sure?

As soon as he finished speaking, countless sword lights appeared out of thin air.