Not only was the ground trembling, but the air itself was filled with a dangerous smell.
With a narrowing of his eyes, he knew that tonight was destined to be anything but peaceful.
Tamayo, who was standing nearby, also noticed something was wrong and woke up.
Rushing out of the room, the Scribe woke up Yushiro, Gyutaro, and Koume.
Koume, whose hands he was touching, was filled with confusion and panic. She didn't know what the vibrations coming from the ground were.
Mister Scribe, what exactly happened?
Instead of answering Koume directly, Scribe merely sensed the approximate location of the ghost.
After confirming that there were three of them, he couldn't help but furrow his brow.
If he were a demon, he could keep Tamayo and the others by his side to protect them.
But now, the aura emanating from the three ghosts who have arrived here is not weak.
During the battle, they could be caught in the crossfire if they were not careful.
Moreover, he sensed a slightly familiar aura.
Doma, he still turned into a demon.
His gaze turned cold, and he placed his hand on the Nichirin Blade.
Knowing full well the threat that the other party would pose to humanity after becoming a ghost, the Scribe would not hesitate in the slightest when dealing with such an existence.
The question is, what will happen to Tamayo and the others?
Scribe pushed Koume to Tamayo, who was standing to the side, his face full of seriousness.
You all run out of town immediately, and remember, never look back.
Seeing the Scribe with such a serious expression for the first time, Tamayo did not hesitate and nodded.
Has a formidable enemy arrived?
It smelled like the scent of Upper Rank, and there were three of them.
After speaking, the Scribe turned around and looked at Yushiro and Gyutaro.
While I'm away, I'll leave Tamayo and Koume to you two men.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yushiro and Gyutaro pounded their chests hard.
Nodding, the Scribe took the Nichirin Blade and ran towards the place he sensed.
They hadn't run far when they spotted a huge crocodile wreaking havoc on houses and preying on humans.
With a leap, the Scribe drew his Nichirin Blade mid-air.
Fifth Form Fire Train
An arc-shaped Flame Slash appeared, cleaving the crocodile in two.
The charred wounds stretched from its tail all the way to its head, and the stench of burning flesh filled the air.
With two thuds, the crocodile's carcass lay sprawled on the ground.
The survivors cheered upon seeing this.
The Scribe did not put away the Nichirin Blade after it landed on the roof.
He frowned; he didn't think he had already killed the evil spirit.
Whether judging from his aura or his strength, this guy is far inferior to Upper Rank.
Sure enough, five seconds after the carcass was laid out, the crocodile, which had been dead, started moving again.
Countless twisted tentacles appeared on the charred, slashed surface, sticking together as if trying to glue the body back together.
However, the Scribe's attack is not so easily healed.
Even if the Upper Rank Demon itself took this attack head-on, it probably wouldn't be in a good state.
After trying for a while, the tentacles seemed to realize that they could not heal.
After stopping its wriggling, a light suddenly shone from the crocodile's two eyes.
Immediately afterwards, as if springs had been installed, the two eyeballs flew directly out of the crocodile's eye sockets.
At the same moment the eyeballs left the body, the originally enormous crocodile body began to shrink continuously, eventually turning into a puddle of pinkish flesh with countless bones.
Upon closer inspection, the Scribe quickly noticed the unusual substance in the meat paste.
Whether you look at the texture of the remaining muscles or the bones within them, these things look too much like a human body.
In other words, of the crocodile we just saw, only its eyes are the most important.
The rest are all made up of humans that it has preyed on!
Judging from the size of that crocodile, it must have been at least the size of twenty people who had eaten it.
How could there possibly be only one Upper Rank clone in such a large town?
After glancing in the direction the eyeballs had flown, Scribe immediately followed.
After leaving the host body, the eyeballs will definitely return to the original ghost.
In other words, there must be one of its own objectives there.
Following the flying eyeballs, the Scribe quickly arrived at the depths of the Entertainment District.
This place was once the place men dreamed of most, a place where they would even spend a fortune in one night.
Now, it has become a plate for ghosts to enjoy delicious food.
With a leap, the Scribe landed on the ground.
In front of him, a gigantic Toad Demon lay in the middle of the road.
Countless animal-shaped demons of various forms are capturing humans and feeding them into his mouth.
All the Toad Demon had to do was listen to the wails of humans while enjoying its feast.
Every now and then, eyeballs would fly in and enter his body.
That is a clone that returns with ample nutrients after having devoured an area.
After receiving the crocodile eye, the Toad Demon was suddenly stunned.
Then, he looked at the Scribe standing in front of him.
After taking a quick look at the other person, a hint of curiosity appeared in his football-sized eyes.
Strange human, are you also a Demon Slayer?
As he spoke, a hint of nostalgia appeared on his face.
Demon Slayer?
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe was surprised that the Upper Rank Four in front of him had actually been in contact with the Demon Slayer Corps.
Of course, from both sides' perspectives, this so-called contact is probably not a good thing.
The nostalgia expressed by the Toad Demon was probably not out of respect for any powerful figure.
Nine times out of ten, it's about recalling the taste of the flesh and blood of the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen.
I stopped being a formal Demon Slayer a long time ago.
Gripping his Nichirin Blade tightly, the Scribe slowly walked towards the Toad Demon, step by step.
The Toad Demon smacked its lips twice, but its face showed no sign of panic.
I've seen plenty of people like you.
It opened its mouth wide and stuck out its tongue.
Unfortunately, they all turned into feces and were excreted by me!
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Toad Demon let out a strange cry.
Immediately afterwards, the ghost clones that had been surrounding him instantly changed targets and rushed towards the Scribe.
In a short time, there were more than a dozen evil spirits within the Scribe's field of vision alone.
Faced with this situation, the Scribe simply raised the Nichirin Blade in his hand.
With a powerful grip, the force of his right arm was instantly transferred to the blade.
Half a second later, the black and red blade turned completely crimson.
Red Nichirin Blade, appear!
Chapter 111 The Hundred Eyes Evolution, Doma His Move
At this moment, the wolf-like demon closest to the Scribe had its claws almost touching his throat.
The sharp claws reflected a cold light in the wind, as if they would tear the Scribe's throat apart at any moment.
However, this is only an illusion.
With a swift slash, the Nichirin Blade severed the claws.
Such injuries would cause even an ordinary demon to cry out in pain, let alone a human.
However, the wolf-shaped demon in front of them was merely a clone released by the Toad Demon.
It has no sense of pain, nor any sense of self.
Even after its right claw was severed, there was no sign of pain on its face.
Instead, it opened its mouth wide, attempting to bite off the Scribe's head directly.
With a sharp look in his eyes, the Scribe took a step forward and stomped on the ground.
Then, he clenched his left fist and shoved it directly into the demon's mouth!
The immense force erupted instantly, piercing through its upper oral cavity in a short time.
Not only that, the Scribe's arm kept rising.
Finally, his left hand broke free of the bone bindings and entered a warm place.
It's a pity he doesn't have a brain.
The Toad Demon not far away thought that the Scribe wanted to destroy the brain in order to stop the action.
But to his surprise, the other party's next move completely stunned him.
After slamming his left fist into the wolf demon's head, the Scribe did not mention the fact that it had no brain.
He had discovered this when he killed the crocodile demon before; these separated bodies only had one shape.
By destroying the eyeball, which is the main body, the clone can be destroyed at its core.
With a tap of the middle and index fingers, it thrusts forward like two sharp spears.
After two soft "pfft" sounds, the Toad Demon not far away suddenly let out a miserable scream.
The power of the Scribe is immense; even with just two fingers, it is enough to pierce the delicate eyeball.
The eyeball attached to it was pierced in that attack.
Having lost its original form, the wolf-shaped demon's body instantly began to collapse, becoming the same as the crocodile demon before it.
Scribe rubbed the two eyeballs on his left fingers briefly, and was somewhat surprised.
He originally thought that these eyeballs were just a disguise used by the Toad Demon, which is why he shaped his body into the shape of eyeballs.
But during the test just now, he discovered that these eyeballs were actually real eyeballs.
In other words, what he was holding was indeed a pair of wolf eyes.
If all the eyeballs are like this, then it means that the Toad Demon has hundreds of pairs of animal eyes!
With this in mind, the Scribe had already come up with a solution.
At the same time, after sensing that the wolf's eyes had been pierced by the Scribe, the Toad Demon retracted all the eyes that were outside.
The various evil spirits that besieged the Scribe softened and turned into a mass of flesh and blood composed of human bones and pale flesh.