Chapter 372
Originating from the abilities of the 'Lost Ones' Witch God, a rare second bloodline skill, it was with this that the Witch God infected the entire Red Earth Continent, turning countless humans into the energy source for his awakening, and splitting the energy to create Soul Crystal and Witch Beasts, forming a certain ecological cycle.
Respond to division with division, infection with infection, and erosion with erosion.
Muzan Kibutsuji's expression froze. She could feel her blood losing control upon contact with the gray miasma. This wasn't the suppression of some kind of artifact, nor was it purification; rather—
"You have a similar skill!?"
Yuki silently, continuing to forge ahead. Although both were sources of pollution, their concentrations differed. How could such a small amount of blood possibly break through the miasma created by the concentrated 'Soul Infection'?
The reverse erosion process allows it to collect the blood droplets it leaves behind, Muzan Kibutsuji late for Muzan to try and replicate it.
In order to escape the labyrinth, to find the hidden Yuki, and to suppress the corpse, she had already dispersed the blood. Now, how easy would it be to gather it all together? Besides, Yuki wouldn't give her that chance.
Clang—Snap!
The Bloodblade slashed at the hastily gathered thorns of the sword, Yuki leaned out, slapping Muzan across Muzan Kibutsuji beautiful face.
Without any mercy, the immense power directly shattered the head, and the headless body was engulfed by the gray mist.
The erosion, combined with Sadako's black hair, made the gray mist even larger, while Yuki glanced to the side, locking onto Muzan Kibutsuji emerging from the distance.
Trying to run? Too late.
Hunter's Snare.
The tools inside the Furnace were manipulated according to Yuki's will. Muzan Kibutsuji was trapped the moment he appeared, and before he could react, the blood-red longsword was already in front of him.
To kill; to slay.
Yuki was like a dedicated cleaner, removing the grime from the Furnace, Muzan Kibutsuji, as his energy continued to decline, couldn't even maintain that thorny forest.
Roar!!!
The battered and bruised Witch Spirit broke free and joined the encirclement with a group of corpses. Yuki was too fast; even if he paused for 0.1 seconds, the blade would arrive in quick succession.
Kill once, twice, ten times.
This is true, Muzan Kibutsuji slaughter, a slow, agonizing death that cuts people to pieces, a pain that originates from the very soul.
Yuki lowered his sword, and Muzan was no longer in Muzan Kibutsuji. The latter had no hope of breaking through and his counterattack was ineffective, so he rationally hid away, waiting for the Furnace to disintegrate on its own and for him to have a chance to escape after returning to reality.
The blood trail continued to spread silently, having already pierced through the Corpse Mountain, Blood Sea, and would soon reach the boundary of the Furnace.
"If you suddenly merge into one and pierce through the domain, even if only a single thread of blood returns to reality, you'll still survive?" Yuki shook his head sarcastically, twirled his sword, and then thrust the Bloodblade back into the ground.
"But if you will split apart, why can't I?"
Diffusion.
The black miasma surrounding Yuki suddenly disintegrated, spreading throughout the Furnace as his right hand swung.
The infection intensity was rapidly declining, and it was even less likely to infect the dense, spreading bloodlines at the same level, but Yuki never thought of using LV1 Soul Infection to seize a powerful living puppet.
"It's okay, even if they're dead."
The shotgun was drawn, and two Incendiary Bullets were already loaded. These were extensions of Yuki's soul energy, and of course they could be ignited.
"No! Wait a minute!"
Muzan Kibutsuji clearly knew what he was going to do, and suddenly flashed out from a line of blood. But like Sadako Yamamura, Yuki didn't even look at it and pulled the trigger towards the sky.
Bang.
Blazing Prairie.
Chapter Five: Epic Metamorphosis
Half an hour later, I've got Muzan Kibutsuji's head.
The flames of the soul burned fiercely, turning the entire area fiery red. Perhaps only at this moment did the area begin to resemble a 'Furnace'.
Yuki stood on the sea of fire, gazing at the charred corpses at his feet, scrutinizing the resentment on her face, before finally shaking his head after a long while.
"Muzan Kibutsuji should have entered the game at the Transcendental Grade level. It took him so long to become Monster IV, but unfortunately he ran into me."
Muzan Kibutsuji's journey as a player might be even more exciting than in 'Demon Slayer,' as he managed to max out another skill tree. If he had continued to strengthen it along the original storyline...
Yes, they'll die faster and more tragically.
Yuki wasn't afraid of head-on confrontations, nor was he afraid of comparing health bars with others. On the contrary, the eeriness of the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' opened his eyes. Whether it was curse killing or corruption, it all belonged to unconventional methods.
But there were no coincidences or luck involved. Whether it was the Witch God's Soul Crystal or Soul Infection, these were skills that Yuki and skillful combat. From the very beginning, he had been aiming for comprehensive development.
"Muzan Kibutsuji ranks quite high among the Twelve Demons; it's unclear whether he's stronger or weaker than Kokushibo."
Yuki suddenly discovered something interesting: after becoming a player, everything was wiped clean, Muzan Kibutsuji lost his ability to take whatever he wanted from the other demons, perhaps even turning against the Heavenly Generals.
This is the second Monster IV, and it has its own merits compared to Ulquiorra.
He remained completely calm, even taking the time to summarize, picking out a few damaged items from the charred corpse and tossing them aside, before taking out a blood clot that looked like a red jelly.
[Demon Blood Clot, harboring the soul of a demon player, can be forged using 2 specialization points and has a chance to evolve into Chaos Item]
[Keywords: pollution, erosion]
Like the materials dropped by Sadako Yamamura, they inherit certain characteristics from the player. For example, the previous one had keywords like curse and telekinesis. Yuki didn't have any skills in this area, so he simply used it as a consumable.
"Use two specializations to create..."
This was Yuki's first time creating Chaos Item. Ripples spread through the air as the void was constructed, like a master painter creating a masterpiece. Centered on a blood clot, lines, leather, and fabric layered upon each other, eventually forming a pair of black gloves.
It looked like it was made of some kind of leather, with a blood-red gem in the center. Yuki closely. In fact, apart from weapons, Chaos Item were easily damaged, like this black glove, which would probably be ruined after just two cuts.
[Chaos Item: Evil Blood Glove (Arcane Grade)]
[Increase the strength of erosion, pollution, and control skills by 20%]
[Side effect: Extreme Speed amplifies the user's desires]
[Description: When you decide to control others, you have fallen into the Abyss Grade of desire.]
Nice one.
Yuki glanced at it and his face lit up with joy. This item was a perfect match for 'Soul Corruption'. The so-called side effect was also very simple: now that the Quiet Dew had been upgraded to level 5, he couldn't possibly finish it all. Long-term use would allow Yuki to drink it more precisely.
An excellent Chaos Item must match the player's skills, and its side effects cannot be too outrageous. Clearly, this Evil Blood Glove is exceptional.
Because of the Soul Infection, Yuki did not put it into the Furnace.
"Monster IV players can drop materials for level 5 items. Hmm, now we have another way to make money."
Yuki stroked his chin, looking at the charred corpse on the ground. Soul Corruption was eroding the body, and soon another flesh puppet would be completed. The soul energy consumed actually came from Muzan Kibutsuji himself.
Once the Demon Heart is in a 'full' state, it cannot be replenished and can only be wasted. This Soul Corruption just happens to solve the problem of waste.
"The original soup helps digest the original food, Muzan Kibutsuji, you've done a good job."
Yuki smiled with satisfaction. He didn't rush to leave the Furnace, after all, he had just gone to great lengths. He found a mutilated corpse to sit on and watched the bodies gradually recover. Some of the Soul Crystal had been broken, and they had died completely.
"Muzan Kibutsuji has two methods: one is his troublesome blood control ability, and the other is that unknown authority. Strange, he tried it many times, so why didn't it affect me?"
This is a brand new clue, making Yuki constantly recall the settings he has gained along the way.
It's not really related to the completeness of the Trailblazer's permissions; could the problem still stem from 'lack'?
He recalled what Satoru Gojo had said; the latter possessed almost complete suppression authority, which was also a prerequisite for this faction war. The game's description of this authority was:
[Suppression Authority: Suppresses other faction players entering the Outpost; the range and intensity are proportional to the completeness of the authority.]
"I can team up with Frieren from other factions, but it doesn't work for me because I don't belong to any faction?"
Yuki's eyes lit up. That made sense. The reason Muzan Kibutsuji dared to fight him one-on-one was because of this authority. That's why he looked so confused and couldn't understand.
As an important condition, it was incorporated into the operational plan, and was subsequently revised and corrected.
A new clue was incorporated into the plan, and several minutes later, Yuki suddenly stood up.
Continue; by now, the truth will be revealed outside.
The thought flashed through his mind, the Furnace crumbled, and as the burning Eternal Night was once again reflected in his red eyes, a chilling wind swept over him.
The air was frozen, even the falling debris was frozen in mid-air, and the world was as if shrouded in a huge blizzard.
Yuki instinctively raised his hand to shield his face, looked up and around, only to see a vast expanse of white all around, the howling sound of ice and snow piercing his ears, his fingers trembling from the cold.
I can't see or hear anything; even when I switch to the Devil's Vision, all I see is a gray world.
"Such a powerful Chaos Item; it's extremely rare even among level 6 items."
Yuki knew, of course, how large this Dreadfort was; the blizzard had completely enveloped it, and this wasn't ordinary snow—it could cause real damage to players below the Transcendental Grade level.
First, it needs to use this item to suppress the numerical advantage of the Demon Extermination Squad, since the evil spirits suffered heavy losses in the previous battle.
Secondly, after dividing the battlefield, it is time to cover the battlefield, thereby creating opportunities to defeat the enemy piecemeal.
Third, this is to disrupt the command chain of the Demon Extermination Squad, turning this faction war into a chaotic and disorganized battle.
In an instant, Yuki had three ideas. He took out the disc, and sure enough, it was all foggy and he couldn't see anything. Then, the team communication made a 'hissing' sound, and the entire channel was blocked.
"They really came prepared. Satoru Gojo and the others are in trouble. Muzan Kibutsuji's words, Sukuna will be back soon. Then it will be two against one, and even if Satoru Gojo is invincible, he won't be a match for him."
He stopped in place and continued to observe his surroundings. Even though the blizzard obscured the view, it couldn't hide some flashes of light, which were the tracks left by players of Monster III or higher rank colliding head-on. However, these were not enough for Yuki to identify who was who.
The chaotic battle has begun. It must be admitted that the demons' traps are incredibly detailed. This has scattered the large groups that were gathered together. Players from other factions, such as Misaki Shokuhou and Taihou, are not familiar with each other and cannot identify each other by their tracks.
Fighting them one-on-one and then annihilating them all when Sukuna returns is indeed a prudent tactic.
Yuki saw the logistics team members frozen into ice sculptures, and suddenly drew his Bloodblade. A burst of sparks suddenly erupted in the swirling snow.
Clang--
A blurry figure appeared; it was a woman in silver armor and a black robe, holding a strangely shaped black dagger. Her attack missed, and she instantly disappeared into the wind and snow.
"Did you think that even if I defeated Muzan Kibutsuji, I would be at my last gasp?"
Yuki exhaled a puff of white smoke in the extreme cold. From that fleeting glimpse, he already knew who was lying in wait.
Behind him, above him, and beneath his feet, women in silver armor and black robes appeared simultaneously. They were elegant, their movements ethereal, yet ruthless enough to kill with a single blow.
Belongs to 'The End World', Black Blade Assassin.
The war was escalating.
Just as Yuki Muzan Kibutsuji, Satoru Gojo finally couldn't hold back any longer and committed all his forces. Two of the Twelve Demons had already been taken away by Yuki. If they didn't go all in now, were they going to wait for new demons to fill the gap?
He knew there was a trap, but he had no choice but to act, and after that, things became very simple.
As he charged straight towards the Demon God Palace with overwhelming force, Mundus did not hide but led a group of demons to meet him head-on.
Upon meeting, the two were filled with intense hatred, and Mundus immediately opened the 'Gate of the Demon Realm'.
This is an extremely advanced, large-scale spatial skill that randomly throws players within a few thousand meters into the distance; of course, monster-level players can break free of the restraints.
Even a millisecond could send them flying far away. When they returned to reality, they found their companions scattered, the blizzard obscuring all senses.
A trap, an ingenious trap. Every player knew something was wrong; the team was completely disrupted. Their well-coordinated teammates with complementary skills had been replaced by other players, and behind every conspiracy lay another conspiracy. Reorganizing the team was absolutely impossible.
The remaining twelve demons all set out. Some went after their nemesis Tenshukaku, while others led reinforcements to attack the still bewildered Misaki Shokuhou and her companions.
The blizzard provided the same concealment for both sides, but they had two advantages before the battle even began:
Gate of the Demon Realm was opened by Mundus, he could naturally pinpoint the player's escape location; and the reinforcements from the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons were deployed as a whole, already prepared for battle.
"These evil spirits also want to settle things once and for all!?"
The coquettish charm on Taihou's face was gone. The Tokai Teio, Atago, HK416, and others she brought with her had all been abandoned elsewhere. The team's communications were filled with white noise, and her companions had been replaced by players from the Aether Particles and Demi-Human World.
They weren't weak either, but Taihou couldn't even remember their names, let alone coordinate with them.
This was a trap that had been planned and simulated a thousand times in advance; a series of combined attacks left them completely disoriented.
"And the Demon Extermination Squad can't keep its promise either." She saw that there were only a few players in black uniforms. The blond warrior named 'William' was also the core captain, but he was clearly no match for the few people who were crossing the snowstorm.
A top-tier cursed spirit with a wicked grin and stitches all over his face, and a golden knight in full heavy armor. The latter, in particular, led an entire squad of heavily armored cavalry, looking more like an army than a player.
"Mahito!"
"The End World, Tree Sentinel?"
The former was expected, but the latter was quite terrifying. The 'End World' was known for its fanaticism; they would use their own players as firewood and rarely held back.
I knew they would call for help, but when did they get in touch with these obsessed players?
Taihou glanced at the blond samurai with furrowed brows. It was too late to complain now. Equipment kits appeared on her body, and silver floating cannons took off from the runway, releasing a dense barrage of beams. The Tree Sentinel simply raised their giant shields and used their heavy armor to withstand the barrage as they charged forward.