The Death of the Demon Progenitor

But how long has it been since I've heard that sound?

"The Scribe is indeed not dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful gust of air erupted out.

The smoke and dust from the explosion were blown away.

The Scribe reappeared before Muzan.

Compared to his previous appearance, he now looks more like a human.

The color of its body is no longer a simple red.

Instead, it is a mix of gold and red.

The two horns on its head turned outwards, and the tips of them gleamed like sharp swords.

Its wings flapped behind it, and vein-like protrusions had appeared on them.

Muzan found most unacceptable was...

Despite enduring a blow powerful enough to destroy the city, the Scribe appeared completely unharmed.

In fact, the aura emanating from him became even more terrifying than before.

"What exactly did you do?"

"I said it was noon."

The Scribe spoke.

The voice seemed to contain some kind of magic.

"At noon, the most powerful thing on this planet is the sun."

"The light shines on the earth and illuminates all living beings."

"This is also my strongest ability right now."

As he spoke, the Scribe raised the Nichirin Blade in his hand.

The sharp Nichirin Blade gleamed in the sunlight.

"Above and below heaven, I alone am supreme."

Chapter 674 The Death of the Progenitor of Demons

After he finished speaking, the flames began to burn.

Starting from the Scribe's feet, it gradually spread to the top of his head.

Ultimately, it all came together in the Nichirin Blade in his hand.

"If I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't have that many splits now."

The blade points forward, its tip pointing towards Muzan.

"In other words, right now, if you are beheaded, you will die."

Upon hearing this, Muzan's expression changed drastically.

He already knew the Scribe's intentions.

But they were powerless to do anything about it.

"Run away, Muzan."

Its face contorted again, transforming into the appearance of brain food.

"Where there's life, there's hope."

"As long as there is life, there is hope."

Hearing this, Muzan gritted his teeth.

"Good."

As he spoke, Muzan raised his arm.

Immediately afterwards, the fleshy sphere began to shrink.

In the blink of an eye, they all shrank into Muzan's body.

Muzan's body then swelled and changed.

Soon, a huge stillborn baby appeared.

After it was formed, the stillborn infant took huge strides and fled into the distance.

But after only a few steps, the Scribe's figure quietly appeared in front of him.

"Where do you think you're going to run off to?"

Muzan remained silent.

He simply threw a punch with all his might.

In an instant, the dead infant's fist flew out.

Flesh and blood transformed into cannonballs, crashing heavily towards the Scribe.

But even before getting close, a strong heat surged from the Scribe's body.

It easily charred that mass of flesh.

Seeing this, Muzan finally realized that he really couldn't escape this time.

"I never imagined that after living for so long, I would die at your hands."

"Your sins are numerous, and sooner or later someone will appear to kill you."

The Scribe stepped forward and walked up to Muzan.

"Even without me, another 'me' will appear."

"Those who explore the path to the end will arrive at the same destination, regardless of their specific route."

"Perhaps we choose different paths, but the results are the same."

Upon hearing this, a look of madness suddenly appeared on the dead baby's face.

"You've fallen for their trap!"

"They're so close, they've already given themselves away!"

"Everything is going according to my plan!"

After he finished speaking, countless tentacles emerged from the dead infant's body.

The tips of the tentacles were covered with sharp fangs.

It bit down hard on the Scribe.

Although most of them are destroyed by the heat emanating from the Scribe's body surface without ever coming into contact with it.

However, despite Muzan's Muzan protection, one tentacle still managed to break through the defenses.

It bit the Scribe's arm.

In an instant, this tentacle became a bridge between the Scribe and Muzan.

The Scribe could feel something flowing into his body.

"This is... your blood?"

Looking up at the stillborn infant, the Scribe said calmly.

"You want to contaminate me with your own blood!"

Realizing that the Scribe had guessed his meaning, Muzan laughed Muzan.

"That's right, I know I'm not as good as you."

"But so what? I don't need to defeat you."

"Just as brain food can survive through blood, I can also merge with your blood and gain new life!"

"It's too late to realize it now!"

Muzan wants to do now is just like what was done in the original story.

He attempted to 'contaminate' the Scribe through his own blood.

Let the Scribe take his place and become the new Demon King.

To pass on the tyranny, the killing, and the desire for destruction.

But the blood of Scribe is not something that can be touched so easily.

Even Muzan would need to expend a lot of energy.

But now, he has a very good "sacrifice".

"Lord Muzan, you can't do this!"

Feeling his consciousness gradually fading away, the brain let out a desperate roar.

"I've done so much for you, you can't treat me like this!"

"I told you to die, so you die!"

Muzan's voice came from within his blood.

"As long as I can live, I can accept anything!"

"Ughhhhh!"

With a painful scream, the brain food's consciousness vanished.

At the same time, all of Muzan's blood had been injected into Scribe's body.

The enormous dead infant also fell to the ground with a thud.

After losing blood and consciousness, it began to gradually dissipate under the sunlight.

Before long, it turned to ashes.

They vanished without a trace.

Is this inside your body?

After entering the Scribe's body, Muzan's tone became much more relaxed.

As long as one can emulate the brain food and become one with the Scribe.

Then you'll never have to worry about being killed again.

Unless, of course, the Scribe is willing to commit suicide.

How are you feeling about my body?

"Very nice."

Muzan replied instinctively.

Then he suddenly realized something.

The consciousness within the blood gradually coalesced and took shape.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

At some point, the Scribe's consciousness had already taken shape.

She was looking at him with a smile.

"How... how did you do that?!"

Muzan's eyes widened at the sudden appearance of the Scribe.

The previous ease was gone from his face.

When the consciousness of the brain food merges with oneself, one is completely unaware of it.

I had assumed that the Scribe were the same.

But the situation before him told him that the other party was already prepared.