Dusk had passed, and night had fallen.
Pinpricks of starlight dotted the dark sky, and faint moonlight spilled down, illuminating the waves of the Demon Tide below.
"Just ahead is the location Gyokko confirmed as the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters."
Wearing a white hat and a suit, Muzan stood at the front. He gazed down the road ahead and issued another order. "Send two thousand demons in as the vanguard. Kokushibo, you and the others will follow behind them."
"Remember, try not to make too much noise. Ideally, we'll catch them off guard."
"Kokushibo, while the Demon Tide draws their fire, prioritize eliminating the Demon Slayer Corps' strongest fighters."
After taking two brutal beatings, Muzan had not chosen to venture into enemy territory alone as he had in the original story. Instead, he opened with Demon Sea Tactics.
Looking at Muzan, Kokushibo felt that his boss had truly become cautious to a fault. A perfectly respectable Demon King was now practically a fucking Strategist.
There was no helping it. After encountering Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Muzan had thought he could go back to doing whatever he pleased once he outlasted that generation.
But experience had taught him that even without Yoriichi Tsugikuni, he could still get brutally beaten.
At Muzan's command, a densely packed Demon Tide surged down the road ahead.
Muzan stood at the rear, his eyes narrowing. He refused to believe the Demon Slayer Corps could survive a force like this.
The Demon Tide approached quietly, and soon the buildings of the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters came into view.
Just as they were feeling pleased with themselves, something unexpected happened!
Bang, bang, bang, bang!!
Streaks of fiery light whistled through the air, shooting straight into the Demon Tide.
"Damn it! What's going on!?"
"This stuff is poisoned! Watch out, don't