Demon Progenitor Development Project

The battlefield below has become extremely intense.

"Don't you want your teammates anymore?" The female ghost who jumped out of the protective circle glared hatefully at the water column. With a thought, the puppets surrounded them again and brought over the unconscious Yusuke.

A classic hostage situation combined with threats.

Shui Zhu glanced at his disciple once, then looked away.

Mizuhashi had a vague idea of ​​what Yusuke's future would be like. He couldn't get rid of his impulsive and irritable nature, and sooner or later Yusuke would die on his demon-slaying journey.

"This is a battlefield; stepping onto it means you're prepared to die."

The water column continues to use water breathing.

The female ghost's heart sank. Her puppets were still dwindling in number, and forcibly stimulating their potential would deplete the puppets' own lives.

The two little guys over there were still cleaning up her puppets.

The female ghost had no hope of improving her own fighting ability.

After hesitating for a moment, the female ghost, realizing she had no chance of winning, chose to run away.

She dropped all the puppets to intercept the Demon Slayer Corps, took the hostages, and turned to run. Her legs moved at almost the speed of a whirlwind, and sparks nearly flew out.

Seeing this, Muzan Kibutsuji crushed the cup: ...

Ha, very good. So this is his subordinate. He actually lost to the Demon Slayer Corps?

That's really embarrassing for him, especially in front of Hiiragi.

Muzan, grinding his teeth, finally began to take the so-called breathing technique somewhat seriously.

"...Uh, it was a strategic retreat, yes, a strategic retreat," Shugo said, glancing at Muzan's expression.

Muzan's face turned as black as charcoal.

The female ghost was surprised that the two little ones caught up with her so quickly.

Although she used most of her puppets to block the water column that posed the greatest threat to her, it shouldn't have happened this quickly.

"Put Yusuke down!" Natsuna shouted, her face covered in sweat, a sharp pain shooting through her lungs; she was reaching her limit.

"Hehehe..."

Water Breathing is the most moderate breathing technique; its speed and explosive power are inferior to Thunder Breathing, and its attack range is inferior to Wind Breathing.

"Keep going!" Xia Nai shouted to herself, squeezing out her last bit of strength.

"Stop, Shana." A letter stopped. "It's useless to be unable to use breathing techniques when you're exhausted. Besides, this female ghost knows Nara Castle better than we do. It's just a pointless death."

Xia Nai, however, was incredibly stubborn.

A letter followed, albeit reluctantly.

However, the female ghost did not want to let them go; she was afraid of the water column, not these two young boys.

Two little shrimps dare to chase after her?

The alluring and seductive female ghost's eyes gleamed with malice.

He twisted his body, used his feet to generate force, and charged straight at Xia Nai's face.

Xia Nai's pupils contracted; it was too late to draw her sword.

The next second, the girl flew up and crashed directly into the wall behind her.

Blood was gushing from his mouth and nose.

I felt dizzy and my vision blurred; I felt completely weak.

The difference between humans and ghosts is now crystal clear.

The female ghost's kicks came one after another, but were blocked by a light blue blade.

Shuizhu Qingchuan arrived in time.

On a nearby rooftop, four crows stood in a row, observing the battle.

The next second, a pale hand grabbed the four crows.

The crow struggled desperately, its feathers flying everywhere.

click-

The raven carcass, its bones completely shattered, was carelessly tossed aside.

Shugo nimbly jumped down from the roof.

When team fighting, the first thing to do is to remove the wards that the enemy has placed.

On a high platform in the distance.

Shugo and Muzan had actually been watching the show for quite a while.

"So this is the Demon Slayer Corps? They're all pretty energetic!"

"This swordsmanship even comes with special effects?"

Shugo looked at the four people in their matching uniforms with curiosity; this was the first time he had ever seen members of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"That's a breathing technique, used by the Demon Slayer Corps to bridge the gap in strength between themselves and demons." Muzan's tone was laced with disdain.

The female ghost, with her years of accumulated power, almost completely gained the upper hand.

"It looks like the Demon Slayer Corps is going to lose."

"You should win. Demons recover from injuries faster, are stronger, and are faster than humans," Muzan snorted.

In Muzan Kibutsuji's view, winning was a matter of course, and losing was unbelievable.

Ghosts have always been stronger than humans, and they always will be.

"The Demon Slayer Corps, a bunch of flies that annoy me," Muzan said coldly, feeling nothing but bad luck.

For years, the Demon Slayer Corps has been like a leech, constantly threatening to kill him but unable to harm him, yet it disgusts him.

"It's just a difference in stance. Demons feed on humans, so who would willingly be eaten? Even ants try to survive, which is why organizations like the Demon Slayer Corps exist," Shugo said casually.

"You like them?" Muzan asked, narrowing his eyes.

Shugo: ? Where did you get that from?

What impression did you have of me before?

Is it some kind of great Holy Father?

“What are you thinking? If I were human, I would probably agree with the Demon Slayer Corps’ actions. But I’m not anymore.” Shugo looked earnestly into his wife’s alluring red eyes.

“They kill demons, and they want to kill you too. I still need you to live. Besides, a moving corpse like me is also within their range.” Shugo knew that his wife’s paranoia had struck again.

Sweet words and a clear explanation of the pros and cons were enough to soothe Muzan's wife's fragile nerves.

"What's that floating beside that female ghost? Is it the effect of her Blood Demon Art?" With the Demon Slayer Corps' Breathing Technique as a precedent, Shuuga also felt...

"What's floating?" Muzan asked, looking completely bewildered.

He didn't see anything at all.

what?

Hiiragi looked at it carefully again, and there was indeed one.

It was a very faint humanoid silhouette, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female. If it weren't for the dark mass that made the white humanoid stand out, it would be very easy to miss.

The two non-human beings stared at each other in bewilderment.

The outcome of the battle below has been determined.

The fate of a puppeteer who has lost his puppet and is then approached by a swordsman wielding a powerful brick is predictable.

Just like when the Wind Hidden Puppet Master encountered the Leaf Village's White Fang.

The female ghost, whose head had been cut off, entered a revolving scroll process, beginning to recall her tragic life.

Sold into the brothel as a child, she underwent training due to her beautiful appearance, became the top courtesan, and met the love of her life...

Oh, I see. I forgot, it's that courtesan who ran away...

For centuries, they've been endlessly cultivating courtesans and plotting their escape, all just to prove they didn't make the wrong choice...

Tears streamed down her face.

The female ghost, recalling her human memories, broke down and wailed.

The tears were wiped away, and a cool sensation returned to the corners of my eyes.

The female ghost looked up at the man wiping away her tears, murmuring "Jiulang".

"I'm sorry I'm late." The man named Jiulang, with a melancholy expression, embraced his beloved.

Muzan, who was eavesdropping, overheard a couple who had been separated for decades pouring out their hearts to each other.

The female ghost's head gradually turned to ashes, but a happy smile appeared on her lips.

Muzan, his face dark, watched the dog food being displayed and gave the zombie beside him a resentful look.

Shugo was completely baffled; ...

"Could I be seeing a soul?" Shugo muttered to himself.

Is this a perk for someone who has returned from the underworld?