The Identity of Upper Rank Three; The Librarian's Fury
It seems that, having learned from its previous experience, the Toad Demon didn't forget to take all the nutrients from the flesh and blood.
What a clever fellow.
With a forceful squeeze of his left hand, he crushed the wolf's eye in his hand.
Upon seeing the Scribe's actions, the Toad Demon couldn't help but grit his teeth.
Those were among his favorite pairs of eyes, and he never expected that they would be destroyed by the Scribe by accident.
When he was still human, Toad Demon was a famous collector.
His collection was also quite unusual, consisting of all sorts of eyes.
No matter what kind of thing it is, as long as it fits his aesthetic, he will buy it at a high price and put it into his collection.
As time went on, ordinary eyes became increasingly unable to satisfy his ever-growing desires.
Ultimately, he set his sights on humanity.
After brutally murdering dozens of people and collecting their eyes, he finally faced punishment.
His eyes were gouged out, and his entire face was smashed to pieces.
It was under these circumstances that he encountered Muzan and became Upper Rank Four.
After becoming a demon, in order not to be separated from his collection, he embedded them all into his body.
It can be said that the eyes were a constant presence throughout the Toad Demon's life during his human phase.
Now that the collectibles have been destroyed, the Toad Demon's rage has reached its peak.
Die, humans!
With a roar, all the eyes on the Toad Demon's body detached and gathered together in the air.
A cracking sound rang out, as if something was constantly breaking and fusing together.
Before long, a huge fleshy egg appeared in the sky.
Embedded on the surface of the meat-egg are more than a hundred pairs of eyes that just separated.
It's an honor for you to die under my Hundred Eyes Evolution!
With a flick of his right index finger, the Toad Demon shouted loudly.
Eat it!
As if a robot on standby had received a command, the pink fleshy egg twisted in pain.
Just a few seconds later, it transformed into the shape of a giant lizard.
As soon as the giant lizard appeared, it stuck out its tongue at the Scribe.
First Form * Dance
With a horizontal slash, the flame-shaped arc of the attack reappears.
The Flame Slash struck the tongue, instantly charring the pink flesh.
The smell in the air became somewhat pungent, but more of a burnt meat odor.
After that, the fiery strikes did not disappear; instead, they intensified.
The knife slices through the butter, each cut slicing across the throat.
The slash easily severed the lizard's tongue and then passed through its brain.
The flames burned, and the pair of eyes in their sockets slowly dissipated, turning into a pile of ashes.
However, the battle is far from over.
After the lizard's eyes burned out, its remaining body shrank back and transformed back into that large fleshy egg.
Then, it started to wriggle again.
This transformation is into a spider with six eyes.
The mouthparts below its head opened slightly, and a bright white thread shot out from them.
At the same time, a faint purple hue appeared in the air.
Poisonous!
Instantly assessing the toxicity of the silk thread, the Scribe took a few steps back, intending to dodge the attack.
But just as he stepped on the ground and his body was in mid-air, a soft male voice came from the darkness.
Mister Scribe, I've found you!
As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped a little.
Even the white silk threads slowed their flight speed slightly due to the sudden drop in temperature.
Blood Demon Art * Ice Lotus Vines
With a slight freezing sound, several vines made of ice crystals suddenly appeared in the air.
Above the vines, there are also some lotus flowers as embellishments.
As soon as the vines appeared, they immediately wrapped around the Scribe's waist.
At the same time, a figure emerged from the darkness.
It was Doma.
Chapter 112 The Identity of Upper Rank Three, The Enraged Scribe
With an iron fan in his hand, Doma's eyes were full of cunning.
He heard the noise and rushed over shortly after the Scribe and the Toad Demon began their battle.
Even so, he did not immediately join the battle.
The purpose was to strike suddenly and ambush the Scribe while he was engrossed in dealing with the evil spirit before him.
Doma had considerable confidence in his Blood Demon Art. Once someone was entangled, if he didn't break free of it in a short time, the entangled person would be frozen into a corpse.
He had already planned that once the Scribe was frozen, he would immediately use the Blood Demon Art to bind the Toad Demon.
At that time, I can take the Mister Scribe and fly away.
Once I return to the Eternal Paradise Cult, I can finally enjoy this delicious treat.
Ah, Mister Scribe, become a part of my body, and live forever with me!
With a loud shout, Doma's face was filled with wild laughter.
His mouth began to drool uncontrollably, as if he could already smell the meaty aroma emanating from Scribe's body.
However, what happened next shocked Doma for a hundred years.
Faced with the icy vines that had already wrapped around his waist, the Scribe made his own response.
With a sudden burst of strength from his waist, he crushed the layer of ice crystals frozen on his body.
Before the remaining ice crystals could freeze, he used the Sun Breathing.
Sixth Form * Burning Bone Sun
A vortex of flames appeared, and the intense heat dissipated the chill in the air.
What the Scribe needs to do is not to attack Doma, nor to attack Shiraishi.
What he needs to do is attack himself!
The tip of the blade touched the vortex of flames, and the originally tight vortex instantly expanded, creating a circle large enough for a person to pass through.
With a powerful kick to the ice crystal vines, he not only snapped them but also used the recoil to send the Scribe flying into the vortex of flames.
High temperatures and intense flames have always been the nemesis of ice and low temperatures.
Even if Doma's ice isn't ordinary ice, but rather contains his own corrosive blood.
But the Scribe's flames are no ordinary flames either.
As the Scribe passed through the vortex, he continuously rotated his body to ensure that all the ice crystals on his body were evenly exposed to the flames.
Before long, all the ice around his waist had melted.
The white silk that the Spider Demon spewed out was scorched by the outer ring of flames.
Moreover, this is not all that the Scribe does.
The Scribe's spin did not end after passing through the flames.
He raised his Nichirin Blade high above his head, his body spinning like a giant top as he charged towards the Spider Demon.
Seventh Form * Radiant Flower Thrust
The massive body had no time to dodge, and Radiant Flower Thrust stabbed the Spider Demon precisely in the face.
Rings of flame burst forth from the blade, clinging to its skin and spreading throughout its entire body.
Flames raged within the demon's body; burning muscles and boiling blood created the Spider Demon's agonizing howls.
Their heads kept bumping against each other, like bread being put into an oven.
Once the Spider Demon's head had swelled to a certain size, a sharp glint flashed in the Scribe's eyes.
Make a fist with your left hand, and then swing it out.
With the force of a single punch, the Spider Demon's head was smashed open.
Not only that, he raised the Nichirin Blade in his hand.
A blur flashed by, and the Hundred-Eyed Demon's body, which had turned back into a fleshy egg, was forcibly sliced off by the Scribe.
With half of the Hundred Eyes destroyed, the Toad Demon, the master of the Blood Demon Art, immediately changed his expression.
Quack!
The painful screams were as loud as a giant frog's, deafening.
It covered its head with its short hands and rolled around on the ground.
Seeing that the Toad Demon had temporarily lost its fighting ability, the Scribe turned his attention to the Doma.
Holding Nichirin Blade, she slowly walked towards him.
Feeling the immense pressure emanating from the other person, Doma's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.
Mister Scribe, the feeling you give me—no, I should say, the feeling that the third one gives me—is so similar to you.
With a slight smile, Doma opened his iron fan to cover his face.
Upon hearing that word, the Scribe paused slightly.
Could it be?!
His sense of unease grew stronger, and his expression gradually turned cold.
With a horizontal Nichirin Blade sword was aimed at Doma.
The three you mentioned, is it the Upper Rank Three?
Noticing that the Scribe was acting strangely, Doma's face showed a hint of doubt.
He nodded, as if he wanted to say something more.
But before he could even open his mouth, Scribe retorted.
Describe what he looks like, the more detailed the better!
Well, it's not a secret. You might run into him someday Mister Scribe.
He closed his fan and spread his hands, his Doma full of helplessness.
There's not much to say about her; she has peach-pink hair, golden eyes, and some strange tattoos.
Doma's words were completely flat, revealing no trace of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.