Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 224 Evolution, Muzan's Trembling Feeling

Gyutaro gritted his teeth, gripped the scythe in both hands, and charged towards purgatory like an arrow released from a bow.

"Die! Blood Demon Art: Ring Slash!"

Two blood-red scythes crossed in mid-air, and crimson streaks swept in like a storm. The sound of the air being cut was incessant.

However, at that moment, Purgatory's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

"Flame Breathing - Ninth Form - Purgatory!"

With a low shout, Purgatory transformed into a streak of fire, charging directly towards the Blood Blade. Six longswords crisscrossed before him, flames surging and forming a massive fire dragon.

"boom!"

The fire dragon collided with the blood blade, and the crimson light was instantly engulfed by the flames.

"At this speed!"

Gyutaro's pupils contracted sharply; it was too late to retreat.

"Bang!"

Gyutaro barely managed to raise his Blood Scythe to parry, but under the combined attack of six blades, the Blood Scythe shattered instantly. Purgatory's offensive did not stop; the longsword struck Gyutaro's vitals precisely.

"Pfft!"

Gyutaro's body was torn into pieces in mid-air, blood splattering everywhere. His head, still bearing an expression of disbelief, slowly fell to the ground.

"Cough cough cough" Gyutaro's head rolled on the ground, coughing up several mouthfuls of blood, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

The next moment, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The scattered flesh and blood began to writhe, and muscles and bones emitted a sickeningly painful sound as they reassembled. The fragments, as if drawn by some invisible force, began to converge towards the center.

Purgatory slammed his feet into the ground, spinning and leaping into the air, five long swords flying from his hands.

"Clang clang clang clang clang!"

The sounds of metal piercing flesh blended together as five long swords precisely pinned Gyutaro's torso to the ground, their blades deeply embedded, firmly securing every piece of flesh.

"You bastard!" Gyutaro's voice was distorted with pain as he struggled violently, but the long sword held him firmly to the ground.

The battle in the distance has also intensified.

Daki was surrounded by more than a dozen undead swordsmen, their ribbons dancing wildly in the air. One swordsman had barely gotten close when he was sliced ​​in half at the waist by a ribbon.

But just then, she heard her brother's scream. Daki instinctively turned her head and saw the horrific state of her brother.

"Brother!" Daki's voice suddenly rose, her eyes filled with disbelief. "It's impossible! How could you lose to such a hideous monster!"

In the instant she was distracted, the three undead swordsmen attacked simultaneously.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Almost simultaneously, three long swords pierced Daki's limbs and waist. The intense pain caused her to let out a piercing scream.

"what!"

Blood gushed from the wound, staining her exquisite kimono crimson. The long sword was deeply embedded in the ground, rendering her immobile.

"younger sister!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Gyutaro's pupils constricted, and his blood boiled. "Anyone who dares to hurt my sister will die!"

"boom!"

His body exploded instantly, and countless blood blades swept outwards like a storm.

"Back off!" The undead swordsmen in the distance raised their swords to block, but the blood blades were too fast and too numerous.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Several swordsmen who reacted a little slower were instantly sliced ​​into pieces, their limbs and severed bodies flying everywhere.

"Fourth Form: The Winding Stream of Blazing Flames"

He held two swords in his hands, the longswords crossing in front of him, flames swirling around the blades, the blood-red blades striking the edges, producing a dense metallic clang and sparks flying everywhere.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Daki gritted her teeth and pulled out the long swords embedded in her body one by one. Blood gushed from the wounds, but she ignored it and forced herself to stand up.

"Don't think you can kill us like this!" Daki swayed as she regained her footing, her voice laced with arrogance. "We are immortal!"

Just then, a voice suddenly came from within the storm of blood blades: "Is that so?"

Amidst a storm of blood-stained blades, Dio walked slowly. Sharp blades sliced ​​through the air, slicing away pieces of flesh, but Dio seemed completely unaffected by the pain.

"Well then," Dio said with a hint of amusement, squatting down in front of Gyutaro's head, "let me try it myself."

Gyutaro stared intently at Dio, his eyes filled with hatred: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dio plunged his right hand into his neck. With a "plop," blood splattered. Gyutaro's eyes widened, staring at Dio in disbelief.

"Brother!" Daki staggered forward, but was blocked by several undead swordsmen. She struggled desperately, trying to break through the blockade.

"Get out of my way!" Daki shouted hoarsely, her ribbons flailing wildly, but they were all blocked by the blades of the corpse-born man.

At this moment, the blood blades spraying around became increasingly sparse, and finally disappeared completely.

Dio suddenly groaned and released his grip on Gyutaro's neck. His body began to tremble violently, and his veins bulged under his skin like wriggling worms.

"This feeling." Dio narrowed his eyes, a hint of surprise in his voice. His veins suddenly burst through his skin, extending outwards like tentacles.

The blood vessels instantly pierced into the surrounding corpses, frantically absorbing their blood. The corpses shriveled up at a visible rate, quickly turning into mummies.

"don't want!"

Daki's voice was already trembling with sobs. She could feel that as Dio absorbed more and more blood, her brother's presence was rapidly fading away.

"Click."

Cracks appeared on Gyutaro's skin, like a dried-up riverbed. His eyes slowly turned to his sister, as if he wanted to say something, but he could no longer make a sound.

"No, no!" Daki struggled frantically as her brother, who had protected her since childhood, was disappearing little by little before her eyes.

With a soft "snap," Gyutaro's body suddenly shattered, turning into ashes that scattered in the wind.

Dio stood still, feeling the surging power within him. The power of the demon blood flowed through his body, and every cell seemed to be undergoing some kind of transformation.

He raised his hand, and in the moonlight, the pulsating blood vessels under his skin were visible; an unprecedented sense of power filled his entire body.

"Interesting," Dio murmured. "The blood of an Upper Moon demon has such an effect."

He turned to look at Daki, who was surrounded by undead swordsmen, and waved his hand: "Let her go."

The undead immediately retreated, and Daki stumbled and rushed to the spot where her brother had vanished. Her fingers trembled as she touched the ashes on the ground.

"You—" Daki slowly raised her head, her eyes already brimming with blood-red tears, "I'm going to kill you!"

She abruptly stood up, her ribbons instantly bursting open, her aura exploding to its peak. "Eightfold Slash!"

Dozens of ribbons, like cannonballs, hurtled straight for Dio's vitals with a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The ribbon pierced Dio's body, penetrating him completely. Blood splattered.

Ignoring everything else, more ribbons surged from her body, sweeping over her like a storm. "Die! Die! Die!"

Just then, something unexpected happened. The ribbon inserted into Dio's body suddenly began to melt, as if it had encountered some kind of strong acid.

"What?!" Daki's pupils shrank, staring at the scene in disbelief. She tried to pull back the ribbon, but it was too late.

The ribbon completely dissolved within Dio's body, transforming into some kind of substance that he absorbed. The wound on his chest healed instantly, as if he had never been injured.

"How is this possible? My ribbon!" Daki's voice was filled with disbelief.

Dior looked at her, a cruel smile playing on his lips: "My turn."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his right hand. His veins bulged all over his body, bursting out of his skin like countless tiny snakes.

"boom!"

Veins shot out like arrows, instantly wrapping around Daki's body. The hot blood carried a corrosive power, and Daki let out a shrill scream.

Dio flashed and instantly appeared in front of Daki.

"Bang!" He threw out his right fist, aiming straight for Daki's face with unstoppable force.

Daki gritted her teeth and raised her arms to block. The moment Dio's fist landed on her arm, it actually sank into Daki's arm.

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"What is this?! No!"

Daki tried to break free, only to find that her arm had become one with Dio's fist. Her flesh was being devoured at a visible rate, and the pulsation of blood vessels could be seen beneath her skin.

"Snap!"

A sickening sound suddenly came from Dio's chest. His ribs pierced outwards like steel spears, penetrating Daki's body.

"what!"

Daki let out a piercing scream as her ribs pierced through her body, her flesh and blood being assimilated by Dio's body.

"Let me go!" Daki struggled desperately, but her strength was rapidly draining away.

Her body melted away like snow under the moonlight, her flesh and blood being absorbed by Dio bit by bit.

Dio stood still, closed his eyes, and felt the surging power within him. He could feel that his power had increased a little, though not much, but it was indeed stronger than before.

"Congratulations, Master." Rengoku Kyojuro knelt on one knee, his voice respectful, and the other corpses echoed in unison, their voices reverberating through the silent street.

"It's not enough," Dio said softly. "Upper Moon Six alone is far from enough to satisfy my needs. I need more power."

"Yes, sir!" the crowd responded in unison.

Dio looked up at the night sky, which was reddened by the firelight, and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Let's see how long you rats can hide."

…………

At this moment, deep within the Infinite City

A huge laboratory, its walls inlaid with eerie blue luminous pearls, illuminated the entire space. The workbench was filled with various instruments and reagents, as well as some disturbing human tissue specimens.

Muzan stood in front of the experimental table, dressed in a white suit, his black hair neatly combed.

Suddenly, Muzan's fingers trembled, and the test tube fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces.

"Bang!"

Muzan suddenly slammed his fist on the table, shattering it instantly. His expression turned incredibly ferocious: "What is this thing? How is this power possible?!"

In my memory, the blond man's ability was to absorb the blood and power of demons!

"Damn it!" Muzan suddenly stood up, a hint of unease reappearing in his eyes.

The scene of encountering that white-haired old man on the street last time came back to mind.

That day, the old man dealt him a devastating blow in an instant. That unknown power made him feel the threat of death once again.

Muzan stopped in his tracks, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes. From then on, he dispatched a large number of Lower Moons and their retinues to search for the old man's whereabouts, but to no avail.

He had initially thought the old man might have died of old age, but just to be on the safe side, he hadn't left the Infinite City. But now...

"Has another being appeared that can threaten me?" Muzan's voice turned cold, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He walked to a mirror and looked at himself. Even after so many years, his appearance was still exactly the same as before.

His immortal body, eternally unchanging, was his proudest achievement.

"That person," Muzan narrowed his eyes, "Although he can devour Upper Moon Six, he is still far from being my match."

He walked to the center of the laboratory and gently tapped on the lab table. "Narukae."

As soon as the words were spoken, an eerie melody echoed in the air. From the darkness, a woman dressed in a kimono slowly appeared, her head bowed, holding a shamisen in her hands.

"Summon all the Upper Moons," Muzan's voice was low and cold. "Have them come here immediately."

"Yes, my lord." Nakime's voice was soft as she gently plucked the strings of her harp.

The melodious sound of the piano echoed throughout the Infinite City, penetrating layer upon layer of space. The notes seemed to have a life of their own, extending in different directions.

Soon, figures emerged from the darkness. Their auras were powerful and eerie, and each of them exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

Dressed in a doma suit, he walked at the front, a gentle smile on his face, and a fan in his hand swaying gently.

Behind him stood the burly Qiwozuo, his muscles bulging, every step he took exuding a sense of oppression.

"Upper Moon Sixth Moon is dead." Muzan said calmly, looking at the five people below.

Doma's smile froze for a moment, then he stepped forward and bowed: "It was my fault. I was the one who introduced Gyutaro and Daki, but I didn't expect their abilities to be insufficient."

"Lord Muzan," Akaza suddenly spoke, interrupting Doma, "was it the Demon Slayer Corps?"

"No." Muzan shook his head. "The one who killed them was a blond man."

"Oh?" Doma's smile deepened. "A human capable of killing an Upper Moon demon? That's quite rare."

"He is not human." Muzan's voice suddenly turned cold. "He can control the dead, and even revive the dead Flame Pillars to become his subordinates."

The moment these words were spoken, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence. Even Doma, who always wore a smile, froze on his face.

Akaza, nicknamed "Kyojuro Rengoku," suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with fierce fighting spirit. "He's still alive?"

"To be precise, he was transformed into some kind of being by that man," Muzan said. "Not only that, but his strength seems to be even greater than when he was alive."

"Let me go," Akaza suddenly said, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement. "I want to see just how strong Kyojuro Rengoku is after his resurrection."

"Wait a minute," Douma suddenly interrupted, his unsettling smile still lingering on his face. "How about I participate in something this interesting?"

"No need." Akaza gave him a cold glance. "You can't even judge the subordinates you recommend. Just keep pretending here."

Muzan finally nodded. "This mission is yours. However..." His voice suddenly turned cold, "If you fail too, don't ever come back."

"Yes, ma'am!" Akaza bowed his head, his voice firm. "I will certainly not let you down."

Muzan suddenly spoke: "Gyokko, Hantengu."

Two figures emerged from the darkness, kneeling on one knee: "Present."

"You all come along too." Muzan's gaze swept over them. "That man is cooperating with the army; he should be operating near the palace right now."

(End of this chapter)