Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 230 Reactions from All Parties

无限城

Nakime gently plucked the shamisen with her fingers, and several figures quickly converged on the council hall from the shadows.

"You've summoned us again?" Douma maintained his elegant smile as he looked at the others. "Looks like something big has happened this time."

Qi Wozuo gave him a cold glance and said nothing.

Kokushibo walked slowly, his sword hanging at his waist, his six eyes flashing with an eerie red light. He glanced at the crowd and stood still.

Just then, a suffocating sense of oppression instantly filled the entire hall. Muzan strode in, dressed in a black suit, his face terrifyingly gloomy.

"My lord." The three knelt down on one knee at the same time.

Muzan raised his hand, his gaze sweeping over the three of them. Suddenly, his pupils turned blood red.

"waste."

The next instant, Qiwo felt a jolt throughout his body, and his blood boiled. With a "crack," his body suddenly exploded, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Doma and Hantengu fared no better; their bodies exploded simultaneously, splattering blood everywhere.

Despite the pain, Doma maintained a smile: "Lord Muzan, have we done something wrong?"

"You keep claiming you killed the target," Muzan sneered. "That guy named Dio is bragging about it now, saying the streets are full of monsters he created!"

"What?!" Qiwoza looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with shock. "Impossible! I watched him turn to ashes in the sunlight!"

"Enough! I don't want to hear any explanations." Wu Can interrupted sharply, "A bunch of useless trash. If I hadn't been unable to find suitable replacements, I would have dealt with you all long ago."

The next second, Muzan raised his right hand, and the skin on his palm suddenly split open, revealing scarlet flesh. Dozens of blood vessels burst out like tentacles, carrying a foul stench, and instantly pierced into the bodies of the three people.

"This is your last chance. I bestow upon you my blood to enhance your power," Muzan said coldly. "If you cannot withstand my blood, then die."

"what!"

All three of them simultaneously let out a painful groan.

Scalding hot blood was injected into the body, every cell was burning, and their blood vessels bulged under the skin like wriggling worms.

Qiwo could feel a violent force surging through his body, every cell was trembling wildly, and the wounds that had been ruptured were rapidly healing under the influence of the blood.

At this moment, Qiwoza felt as if countless red-hot knives were ravaging his body, and every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain.

But this pain only excited Qiwozuo.

"This time," he clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, "I'm going to make that bastard die."

Snowflake-like patterns appeared on Doma's face, and his pupils turned into deep, swirling vortexes.

Muzan withdrew his blood vessels and looked down at the three of them.

"Let Kokushibo go with you," Muzan ordered. "Bring back that man's head."

Kokushibo nodded silently, a cold glint flashing in his six eyes, his aura instantly surging.

At this moment, he could sense Muzan's anger and unease. Someone who could make Muzan care so much was worth his personal attention.

"Now, all of you, get out!" Muzan roared. "If he escapes again this time, you'll all stay here and rot forever!"

…………

Royal Palace Square.

Countless figures surged in the darkness. They were dressed in military uniforms, carrying long guns, and lined up neatly in square formations.

But these soldiers had lifeless eyes and their skin was an unnatural grayish-white.

"Bang!"

Another corpse fell. Dio released his grip, letting the shriveled body slump to the ground. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling the power surging within his body.

"Master, all of these newcomers have been converted." At this moment, a zombie knelt on one knee, his voice icy.

Dio turned to look at the square, where tens of thousands of corpses stood silently, densely packed and stretching as far as the eye could see.

The former royal army has been completely transformed into puppets obeying his commands. These undead armies are capable of conquering any country at this time.

"Continue," Dio waved his hand. "I need more blood to recover."

Several undead people dragged a group of civilians bound by ropes as they walked. They trembled, some crying and begging for mercy, but were quickly knocked unconscious by the undead people.

Dio walked up to a young woman and knelt down. The woman recoiled in terror, but was held down by the undead man behind her.

"Don't be afraid," Dio reached out and stroked her cheek. "You will soon gain immortality."

"No, don't!"

Dio ignored her pleas and plunged his fingers into her neck. Blood gushed out, which Dio greedily drank. The woman's body rapidly withered, soon becoming a dried-up corpse.

The undead soldiers mechanically carried out orders, constantly delivering new "sacrifices" to Dio. The process of drinking blood, drying out the corpse, and then drinking blood again was repeated endlessly.

"Hmm," Dio stood up, feeling the power brought by the fresh blood; his injuries were healing quickly.

Blood pooled on the ground in the square, forming streams that stained the steps of the palace red.

"What a magnificent sight." Dio gazed at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "But this is far from enough."

He turned to one of the undead captains: "Continue to expand the search area and capture everyone from the surrounding towns."

"Yes, Master."

Hordes of undead soldiers began to move, splitting into small teams and spreading outwards like locusts. The sound of their orderly footsteps echoed through the streets, leaving a trail of silence in their wake.

"Master, I'm back."

At this moment, Kyojuro Rengoku strode over, followed by a group of undead, each carrying a heavy wooden box on their shoulder.

Dio stood on high ground, looking down: "Have you finished carrying out the orders?"

Kyojuro Rengoku shook his head: "When I went there, many had already been moved for cremation. These are all I could find."

Dio nodded; he had anticipated this situation.

The first to revive was a girl dressed in a white kimono with cherry blossoms. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her skin was as pale as jade. She opened her eyes, and her pupils were blood red.

Next came a boy with orange-red hair, who slowly stood up and moved his stiff joints.

As Dior's blood continued to flow, more and more people rose from the wooden crates. Their eyes gleamed with a blood-red light.

Dio didn't value their strength much; their role was more about psychological warfare, which was more meaningful than their physical power.

A flawless version after careful inspection!

"Kyojuro Rengoku," Dio suddenly spoke.

Rengoku Kyojuro immediately appeared beside him: "Master."

"You've fought for me all this time, it's time to give you some reward." Dio raised his right arm, his nails suddenly lengthening, drawing a deep wound on his arm.

Blood gushed from the wound, but this blood was different from before. It was a viscous, dark red, with an eerie sheen, and seemed to writhe as if it were alive.

Dio flicked his arm, and the viscous blood flew towards Rengoku Kyojuro, burrowing into his body like living things.

"Ugh!" Rengoku Kyojuro groaned, his muscles tensing.

Unlike the blood injected before, this blood brought about an unprecedented change. He could feel that every cell in his body was undergoing some kind of qualitative change.

This blood contains the very essence of vampires, far surpassing ordinary blood.

It can transform living beings into true vampires, granting them power far exceeding that of undead. However, Dio produced too much of this essence in a short period, and the recovery time after its loss is far longer than imagined.

"How are you feeling?" Dio asked.

"This power..." Kyojuro Rengoku looked down at his palm, "is much stronger than before."

Just then, a deep rumble came from afar. The ground began to tremble slightly, and the tremors grew stronger and stronger.

"They're here." Dio turned to look in the direction the voice came from.

In the darkness, several enormous creatures were slowly approaching, their heavy thuds echoing as they rolled across the ground.

Rengoku Kyojuro frowned: "Master, what is this?"

"The military previously purchased these items from abroad for research purposes. I just ordered them to be shipped back."

Looking at the weapons before him, Dio thought of his former world; these things from England were, in a sense, products of his homeland.

"Everything is ready." Dio surveyed his surroundings, a cold smile playing on his lips. "We're just waiting for them to walk right into our trap."

………………

At dawn, the Demon Slayer Corps hurried along the road leading to the Imperial Capital.

The scenery along the way made Tanjiro's steps grow heavier and heavier.

The villages on both sides of the road were almost all in ruins, with houses collapsed and lingering smoke from the fire still drifting through the ruins.

Every village they passed through had the same scene—

The door was wide open, but there was no one in sight. Various household items were scattered on the ground, as if left behind by villagers in their hasty escape.

The stalls were overturned, and goods were scattered all over the ground. Some large pots were still on the stove, the porridge inside had dried up and turned black.

"There's another village ahead," Muichiro Tokito said, pointing into the distance.

Tanjiro took a deep breath and strode ahead. There were large patches of dark brown stains on the ground at the village entrance, and a nauseating fishy smell filled the air.

"Another empty city." Sanemi Shinazugawa kicked open a wooden crate by the roadside, making a loud bang. "Just like the other places."

"The bloodstains have dried." Obanai Iguro crouched down to examine them. "They've been there for at least a day."

Giyu Tomioka stood in front of a collapsed house, picking up a dusty wooden puppet. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly: "Everyone here was..."

Kanroji Mitsuri covered her mouth, tears welling in her eyes: "It's too cruel."

Beimingyu Xingming stood rooted to the spot, tears streaming down his face. He clasped his hands together and whispered, "Amitabha. May these departed souls be reborn in the Pure Land."

"Dio is even more terrifying than Muzan Kibutsuji," Tanjiro said in a low voice, gazing into the distance. "The carnage Muzan inflicted over hundreds of years doesn't even compare to the destruction he caused in just a few days."

Before he could finish speaking, a crow flew in from afar and landed on Tanjiro's shoulder: "Urgent intelligence! Urgent intelligence! A large number of monsters are gathering in the Imperial Capital!"

"This is clearly a trap," Yoshiyuki Tomioka said in a deep voice.

"Even if it's a trap, we'll go!" Tanjiro turned to face the crowd, his eyes burning with rage. "If this continues, the entire country will become a living hell. This time, even if it costs us our last breath, we will annihilate him completely!"

(End of this chapter)