Demon Progenitor Development Project

Even after slaying the female ghost, the water column still frowned and looked around.

During the battle, he noticed that someone was watching them the whole time, following them from beginning to end.

How could anyone be observing them in this situation?

A normal person would be too busy trying to avoid it.

Shugo, whose eyes met the water column: ...

Shugo's extremely strange pale appearance made the Water Pillar certain almost instantly that he was a demon.

"Nene, it seems like we've been discovered." Shugo scratched his head, looking a little guilty.

"The Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps have always had keen senses," Muzan said calmly.

Swordsmen who use breathing techniques are nothing special.

Having witnessed the entire battle, Muzan realized he posed no threat to him.

"column?"

"Among the strongest members of the Demon Slayer Corps, the highest-ranking are the Pillars."

While the two non-human creatures were chatting, the water column, carrying the three little ones, rushed towards the three-story building.

The jet of water gushing from the stairwell cautiously examined the extremely pale ghost before it.

Shugo looked the Water Pillar up and down with great curiosity in his eyes.

Yusuke, who was right behind him, saw Muzan holding hands with the demon Shugo and shouted at him.

"Miss, that man next to you is a cannibal! Get away from him!"

The water jet stopped Sumitomo, his eyes fixed on Muzan.

The woman standing before him, intimately embracing the ghost, wore a scarlet kimono, her slender figure accentuated by her elegant hairstyle. Her hair was styled in a matronly updo, adorned with shimmering silver jewels. Her eyes were the color of pure rubies, and she possessed a beauty that seemed otherworldly, with an eerie aura.

The way they stared at them was as if they were looking at... some disgusting maggots.

Is this really human?

Or rather... do ghosts really have such perfect mimicry?

Shuizhu had a vague premonition of something bad.

In his record of killing ghosts, he had never seen a ghost that looked so human.

Shugo eagerly rushed towards the water column.

Since we're already enemies, let's test their strength first.

He didn't want to rely on his wife for protection in the future; that would be too embarrassing.

The blade, glistening with water, swung down rapidly.

The water column continuously performed different forms of water breathing, its face serious, and cold sweat gradually appeared on its forehead.

This ghost is very strong!

It's impossible to cut it.

So slow.

The excessively powerful dynamic visuals make what appears to be an extremely fast blade in the eyes of ordinary people appear to be in slow motion in Shugo's eyes.

They hid very easily.

I felt the sharp wind as the blade sliced ​​across my face, bringing a faint stinging sensation.

The intense stimulation made Shugo unusually excited, and his pupils contracted into a black line.

This ghost is practically playing with you.

A cold sensation flashed across his throat, sending a chill down the spine.

Hiiragi felt the subtle vibrations in the throat of the water column as if he were deep in thought.

Almost there.

A flash of inspiration can be fleeting.

continue!

Muzan's face darkened as he watched Shuugo fight.

Fighting is fighting!

Why are you standing so close!

He even touched his throat!

Muzan reached out his hand, instinctively wanting to transform, but then he thought about the ugly shape of his arm after the transformation.

Muzan, who loves beauty, puts his hand down.

Blood Demon Art: Black Blood Thorn!

Several thin, black thorns emerged from the cuffs and suddenly lashed out at the group of people wielding the water column.

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out—

Spikes on the black thorns clung to slivers of flesh, and drops of blood dripped down.

It looked like it was raining on the small rooftop.

At the very tip of the thorns hung a head with wide-open eyes.

Hiiragi wiped his face, which was splattered with blood, and then glanced at his wife, who was definitely angry.

Ying Ying Ying!

terrible!

Will he be whipped in the future?

"master?"

Yusuke stared blankly at the scene before him, muttering to himself, his reaction slow and unresponsive.

This is the body's protective mechanism after suffering a major shock, as if there is a membrane separating it from the world right in front of it.

"Ahhhh!"

A sharp, mournful cry rang out.

Hiiragi looked at Natsuna with displeasure.

Noisy.

Click.

The girl's body slumped down.

Shugo withdrew his hand and looked at Yusuke, who was standing close by.

Upon reading the last letter and the news of his mentor's murder, his expression changed drastically for a moment. Then, with a tense face, he retreated slowly and quickly.

Faced with such a powerful opponent, retreat became the first choice for Ichijo Shin, who was calm and knew how to assess the situation.

He wasn't one of those simple Demon Slayer Corps members.

All they do is shout about killing demons, and they'd rather die in battle than run away.

Born into nobility, neither his family members had been harmed by ghosts, nor had he himself been persecuted by ghosts.

A letter: The purpose of joining the Demon Slayer Corps is simple.

Learn the breathing technique and bring it back to your family.

The Breathing Technique's boost to combat power was so strong that Shinichi Ichijo was absolutely certain that bringing back the Breathing Technique would allow him to return to his clan and truly bear the Ichijo surname.

Therefore, he could tolerate associating with these unworthy people who did not understand benevolence and righteousness.

Therefore, he absolutely cannot die here.

The view from upstairs disappeared from sight. Yi Tiaoxin gritted his teeth, squeezing out the little strength he had left after the fierce battle, and ran desperately outside.

However, it backfired.

A breeze swept by.

A letter seemed to be nailed to the spot, staring stiffly at the pale ghostly figure in front of him.

"You're all alone now. They're all waiting for you." The pale ghost uttered these words, ending with a hint of gentleness, before preparing to attack.

"Wait!" A message, terrified by a single sentence, screamed.

"I surrender! I can infiltrate the Demon Slayer Corps as an undercover agent and provide you with intelligence!" Shin Ichijo knelt down at lightning speed and threw his Nichirin Blade in front of the pale demon.

Shugo stopped, a question mark popping into his head, and turned his gaze to Muzan, who was slowly walking towards him from behind Ichijou.

Didn't my wife say that the Demon Slayer Corps members are all annoying tough nuts to crack?

Isn't it very soft?

Shugo blinked, looking at the letter that conveyed such sincere surrender, then glanced at his wife.

Muzan understood Shugo's gaze, and then glanced at a letter with displeasure.

The progenitor of demons was also seeing this kind of Demon Slayer Corps member for the first time.

Muzan: Although you knelt down so quickly and wisely, it gives me the illusion that I've been slapped in the face.

For a moment, no one spoke.

The night wind howled, like a mournful wail coming from afar.

"Kill him." Muzan stepped past the other party and casually delivered his verdict.

"Aren't you going to accept it? Wouldn't it be better if you had intelligence?" Shugo tilted his head in confusion; he was inclined to accept the other party's surrender.

"We can't control him," Muzan said noncommittally.

He didn't believe the other party's side of the story.

The other party's loyalty is not guaranteed at all, unlike demons, for whom Muzan never worries about betrayal due to their curse.

"I know where the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters is!" Seeing that the chances of survival were slim, Ichijo Shin offered another bargaining chip.

"Oh?"

Muzan stopped, surprisingly giving the kid a proper look.