The Appearance of Upper Rank Three: The Eternal Paradise Cult Leader Becomes a Demon

To get his consent, she was willing to give up her position as cult leader, which was the most important thing to her parents and others.

Even so, the Scribe did not show the slightest sign of agreement on his face.

Why?

With his head down, Doma blankly at the ground, expressing his confusion.

Humans are meant to create something, but what each person creates is different.

You have yours, and I have mine; it is precisely because of everyone's differences that the world becomes so rich.

The Scribe patted Doma's head and smiled slightly.

Surprisingly, Doma did not resist after hearing the Scribe's words.

His innate lack of emotion meant he didn't even know what anger was.

Back in the palanquin, Doma did nothing but gesture for the followers to leave the town.

Seeing that their leader had returned to normal, the followers were naturally overjoyed.

They used all their strength to carry him away from there.

As they were leaving, Doma, who was sitting in the sedan chair, suddenly spoke up.

Death is the best salvation for humanity; a person's life is always about creating something.

If you die, can you stay by my side forever and watch me create something?

Doma's voice was low and soft, and was not heard by the Scribe in the distance.

Even among the nearby believers, only the senior believer who was constantly watching Doma heard Doma speak.

The believer did not hear what he said.

A hint of panic flashed across his face, and he signaled for the group to stop advancing.

He walked up to the sedan chair, knelt down, and then said respectfully.

Your Excellency, what has happened?

No, hurry back to headquarters.

The voice of the Doma came from the sedan chair, and it was no different from the voice he had heard before.

With the weight lifted from his heart, the senior believer then allowed the group to set off again.

Sitting in the sedan Doma, Doma had already decided on his fate.

Once we get back, let him die.

Although he didn't know why the believers were so afraid of death, Doma knew that it was the quickest and easiest way to eliminate a person.

The senior believers outside were unaware that their momentary concern would cost them their lives.

Meanwhile, in a place unknown to all humans, Muzan was standing there, laughing heartily.

Haha, I never expected that two of these guys would be created at once.

He looked back at the two figures behind him and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

I am indeed a blessed being; even without Mizuru, I can still create two powerful demons.

In his opinion, their Blood Demon Art might not be as restrictive to the Scribe as Mizuru's.

But so what? I'm not going to fight the Scribe.

These two guys, along with Kokushibo and the guy he created a few years ago, are enough to form a brand new and huge corporation.

At that time, all I need to do is find a safe place to command them.

Alright, now experience your brand new life.

After hearing Muzan's voice, two figures emerged from the darkness.

The figure crawled on all fours, was about three meters tall, and nearly ten meters long.

Its limbs are thick and powerful, and it has sharp claws on them.

He looked just like a giant toad.

What's even more frightening is that his body is covered with countless tightly closed eyes.

Every now and then, one or two eyes would open, revealing pupils of different colors and sizes.

And right in the center of this ghost's face is a giant eye the size of a football.

The other ghost looked like a human, with a slender figure, but it had many strange scars on its body.

No two of these scars are exactly alike in length, color, or even shape.

Some looked like knife marks, some like burn marks, and some wounds even reached deep into the ghost's interior.

Upon reaching Muzan, the two demons simultaneously opened their eyes.

The Toad Demon has a single word etched in its single eye, as does the Scar Demon in its left eye.

Four, five.

Chapter 99 The Appearance of Upper Rank Three, the Demonized Gokuraku Cult

The two demons before them were Muzan Upper Moon Four and Upper Moon Five, created by Muzan.

Of course, given the previous premise of Mizuru, he had already told them about the Scribe and Tamayo.

After receiving this information, the Toad Demon and the Scar Demon nodded slightly.

How could two newly born demons dare to challenge someone who could defeat Upper Rank One, the Progenitor of Demons, and kill Upper Rank Two?

What they are capable of now is exactly the same thing that Muzan wants to give them.

They prey on as many humans as possible to increase their strength.

After giving the two demons some more instructions, Muzan waved his hand, indicating that they could leave.

Remember, if you encounter Scribe alone, never engage in direct combat.

His pale face was serious, and someone meeting Muzan for the first time might think he was worried about the safety of his subordinates.

But those who know him well understand that this is simply Muzan's way of worrying that his subordinates are dying too quickly.

After all, creating Upper Rank Demon is no easy feat.

Especially those beings like them who were born with Upper Rank strength.

From now on, let these guys grow on their own.

After calculating the blood consumed in directly creating Upper Rank Demon, Muzan abandoned the idea of mass production.

Free-range farming can indeed save you a lot of time and energy.

After the Toad Demon and the Scar Demon left, Muzan waited in the same spot for a while longer.

In the dead of night, two whooshing sounds came from afar.

Are they here yet?

A look of Muzan crossed Muzan's face; he seemed quite looking forward to the arrival of the two beings.

Before long, two human-sized figures appeared in the darkness ahead.

One of the figures was Kokushibo.

How is he doing?

He turned around and asked Kokushibo a question, but Muzan's eyes kept glancing at the figure behind him.

He's very strong, but he has one small problem.

He nodded seriously, a hint of appreciation appearing on Kokushibo's face.

When Muzan told him to go find the guy behind him, he was initially somewhat indifferent.

But after a brief encounter and exchange of blows, Kokushibo discovered that this guy's close-quarters combat skills were terrifying.

Moreover, according to the way humans calculate age, the other party should have become a ghost in old age.

But under these circumstances, he miraculously regained his youthful appearance.

He paused slightly after hearing what Kokushibo said.

What's the problem?

He doesn't eat women, and he also has doctors.

After listening, Muzan's forehead bulged with a vein, but he didn't say anything more.

My expectations for this guy are much higher than for the previous two. He is the second person I value so much after Mizuru.

As for his aversion to women and doctors, let him be.

Alright, let me see how strong you are now.

After receiving Muzan's order, the figure in the darkness nodded slightly.

Yes, sir.

After saying that, he slowly opened his eyes.

Three words were etched in his eyes.

Upper Rank, third.

Meanwhile, Doma, unwilling to give up, returned to the town, only to learn that the three Scribe had already left.

After making a few inquiries, he learned that the other party had taken away a resident of a small town.

Slightly taken aback, Doma's eyes widened a few degrees.

Why, why would the Scribe rather take away someone he just met in town than choose me?

Doma covered his little head, his eyes darting around.

His black pupils seemed to have turned into a tangled mess of thread, representing his gradually collapsing and anxious heart.

After a long time, he slowly let go of her hand.

Regaining his expressionless demeanor, Doma sat back in the palanquin.

Upon returning to headquarters, he instructed his men to keep an eye on the whereabouts of Scribe and his group.

But no matter how much he used the connections of the Eternal Paradise Cult, he could not find their whereabouts.

It was as if the Scribe had vanished from the world.

And this search lasted for more than a decade.

Doma is now twenty years old.

Your Excellency, there is a strange man outside who wishes to see you.

Raising an eyebrow, Doma said.

Is he a new believer? Then let him in quickly.

Sitting in the leader's seat, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Logically speaking, a smile gives people a friendly and gentle feeling.

But on Doma's face, one could only sense a forced smile, and even a somewhat strange feeling.

The believers outside the door, having received the order, went to relay the message.

Strangely, five minutes passed, and the man who had requested to see him still hadn't appeared.

Just as Doma wondering what was going on, a scream suddenly came from outside the door.

As a compassionate leader, Doma prepared to get up and go check.

Just then, the door was suddenly smashed open as if it had been hit by a truck.

In the dark night sky, a man dressed in black, wearing a round hat, and with a pale face walked in.

In his hand, he also clutched a human limb.

The sharp-eyed Doma quickly realized that it belonged to the believer who had just delivered the message.