A Permanent Demon Slayer Mark: Tamayo Escapes Muzan's Control
Whether the other person lives or dies is not so important to him; what matters is that her death has value.
If Mizuru could severely injure Scribe, or even kill him, Muzan might even jump up excitedly.
With an excited expression, Muzan roared in the direction of Mizuru.
Mizuru, you can die in peace!
This one sentence alone reveals just how utterly Muzan is.
During the roar, the giant human form that Mizuru had transformed into had shrunk by half.
The shrunken portion has completely entered the Scribe's body.
Seeing this scene, a hint of doubt flashed in Kokushibo's six eyes.
Is the Scribe really going to die here?
Die, die, die with me!
Mizuru's frantic voice continued to ring out, and the giant human face in the air began to become illusory.
Through the faces, one can vaguely see the ruins behind them.
It's clear that the current Mizuru has reached its limit.
The facial features became extremely distorted, and the eyes of the human face revealed cruelty and madness.
Shifting her focus slightly to the flowing water in front of the Scribe, Mizuru wanted to see the suffocating despair on his face.
But what she saw was a stern-faced Scribe with a hint of boredom in his eyes.
Is it fun?
The Scribe opened his mouth and exhaled a few breaths of air.
Several more bubbles appeared in the churning water. Although no sound came out, Mizuru could clearly hear the other person's voice.
She understood that this was because part of her body had merged into the Scribe's body, which was achieved through the Countercurrent of the Blood Demon Art.
Shocked, Mizuru felt more fear and panic.
She couldn't understand why the Scribe didn't react to her desperate attack.
Judging from the other person's expression, it was as if they were soaking in a hot spring.
It wasn't so much pain as it was enjoyable.
With a slight upturn of his lips, Scribe began to speak.
Because I am the sun!
As soon as he finished speaking, a tremendous amount of energy erupted from the Scribe's body.
Like the sun in space, intense heat surged from all parts of his body, instantly enveloping his entire being.
Under this unbearable heat, the Mizuru fragments that had been integrated into Scribe's body were continuously evaporated, turning into wisps of water vapor that were expelled from his pores.
The enormous face also began to change color, from dark blue to light blue, and finally to pale red.
Like a puddle of water thrown into a kettle, the temperature kept rising.
Right now, Mizuru feels like she's swallowed a high-temperature, concentrated bomb, and is in excruciating pain.
Enlarging the body would certainly allow for a better envelopment of the Scribe and integration into the other's body.
However, at the same time, it also expands its own area, making it easier for the opponent's attacks to hurt it.
Looking up, Scribe saw Mizuru's desperate eyes.
His lips moved as if he were saying something.
Although Muzan and Kokushibo outside couldn't hear it, Mizuru could hear it clearly.
In the final moments of her life, these eight words were her constant companions.
Sun Breathing * Thirteenth Form
With her Nichirin Blade raised high, the Scribe vanished from her spot in an instant.
At the same time, a pillar of flame shot into the sky.
A massive shockwave erupted from the spot, blowing away, scattering, and collapsing the surrounding ruins and buildings.
Rolling yellow sand fills the sky, and fine pebbles are scattered everywhere.
It was as if another sun had appeared in the world.
This already dilapidated town was completely reduced to ruins by the Scribe's attack.
The ground was covered in charred black soot, and the stench in the air had become extremely strong.
When the beam of light dissipated, a figure emerged from it.
They still managed to get away with Muzan and the Muzan.
Not sensing the presence of Muzan and Kokushibo, the Scribe knew that they had already escaped.
By binding herself to her body, Mizuru's approach can be seen as a form of alternative protection.
It can be said that Mizuru unwillingly absorbed most of the power of the Thirteenth Form.
That's why she was instantly evaporated, without even a process of dissipation.
However, without Mizuru, Muzan will probably Muzan to muster the confidence to fight him head-on.
Moreover, this battle wasn't without its unexpected gains.
Scribe took out a specially made small test tube from his pocket and shook it slightly.
It contained approximately 100 liters of fresh blood.
A slight blue light will appear when it shakes slightly.
This was the blood that Scribe took from Mizuru's body before delivering the fatal blow.
The Blood Demon Art Countercurrent was the key factor in Tamayo's escape from Muzan.
Carefully placing the test tube back into his arms, Scribe stepped out and walked towards the edge of the ruins.
Just then, a system notification sounded in his mind.
Chapter 91 Permanent Demonic Demon Slayer Mark, Tamayo Breaks Free from Muzan's Control
Beep The host has successfully left a deep impression on the three demons, Muzan. Mission complete.
Beep, task overcompletion detected. The extra reward will be sent together with the original reward.
Congratulations, host, you have acquired permanent Demon Slayer Mark.
Before he could even rejoice over the reward, Scribe suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body.
The pain was so intense that even he himself subconsciously gritted his teeth.
While enduring the pain, Scribe activated the Clear World and began to observe her own body.
After acquiring the permanent Demon Slayer Mark, my heart seems to have undergone some changes.
Unseen streams of energy emanated from it, extending upwards along the capillaries until they reached the left eye.
Wherever the energy reaches, the skin color changes.
Black and red intertwined, and a two-finger-width mark began to appear.
The heart is the tail, which is long, thin, and deep.
The mark on the left eye is particularly distinctive.
Its antlers resemble those of a deer, its head resembles that of an ox, and its mouth is slightly open.
Before the beginning and end, there are five horizontal lines extending outwards, like five sharp claws.
It looked as if the Scribe had a black and red five-clawed dragon tattooed on his skin.
Before long, the pain disappeared, and the Demon Slayer Mark remained on the Scribe's body forever.
Walking to the edge of the pond, Scribe used the reflection to examine his own changes.
With these Demon Slayer Mark appearing, it's impossible for me to keep a low profile even if I wanted to.
The appearance of the Demon Slayer Mark added a touch of arrogance and unruliness to Scribe's originally gentle demeanor.
His originally gentle smile appeared sinister against the backdrop of this Demon Slayer Mark.
Her already stunning looks were enhanced even further, and she exuded an irresistible charm.
With a helpless shrug, Scribe shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
Demon Slayer Mark are just a part of who you are; how you live your life is up to you.
After leaving the pond, he headed towards the town where he had arranged to Tamayo.
As night fell, he arrived at the entrance to the town.
Just as he had feared, his appearance quickly attracted the attention of the young women in town.
The way she looked at me was filled with shyness and curiosity, but even more so with admiration and amazement.
Some even went so far as to walk right up to the Scribe and ask him if he had a girlfriend.
Facing the girl who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, Scribe simply smiled and patted her head.
I have someone I like.
With a single sentence, he rejected the girl's feelings.
But the girl wasn't too discouraged; the moment she rushed forward, she had a vague idea of how it would end.
Looking back, the girl saw the Scribe walk into a large house.
As he approached, the Scribe saw Tamayo sitting in the living room.
Upon seeing the Scribe return, the other person was taken aback and loosened the apple in their hand.
With quick reflexes, the Scribe lunged forward and picked up the falling apple.
After realizing what had happened, Tamayo's eyes reddened, and she rushed into Scribe's arms, bursting into tears.
Even though the Scribe had told Tamayo not to worry about him before leaving.
But knowing Muzan's power, how could Tamayo not be worried?
Moreover, with Kokushibo and Mizuru, the two Upper Rank One and Twos, assisting her, Tamayo's worries became increasingly uncontrollable.
She even wondered what would happen if Scribe really didn't come back.
Fortunately, it was all just her imagination.
The Scribe returned safely, taking all his panic with him.
Although the other person's appearance and temperament have changed, for Tamayo, the Scribe is still the most important person.
Don't cry, I brought you something nice.
Scribe gently patted Tamayo's back and whispered words of comfort.
Upon hearing this, Tamayo slowly released her arms and looked at the Scribe.
Reaching out to wipe away the tears from the other person's eyes, Scribe took out the test tube from her bosom.
Tamayo's heart skipped a beat the moment she saw the test tube.
She had a premonition that this would be the key to breaking Muzan's control.
The test tube was handed to Tamayo, and the Scribe told her about the original owner, Mizuru's, abilities.
This naturally involves some combat scenes.
Although the Scribe had tried his best to simplify and skip over parts, Tamayo still unconsciously clenched her fists.
Especially when she heard about Mizuru's final desperate attack, Tamayo couldn't help but shout it out.
Don't want!
Slightly startled, Scribe quickly pulled the other person into her arms.