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Chapter 16: When raising the flag, it is best to stay away from the protagonist
Kill all humans who enter Infinite City.

This was the order left by Muzan Kibutsuji. After hearing this order, Douma, the second Upper Rank, tapped his palm with his iron fan with great interest, and said with a look of interest:

"It's really strange. He suddenly dragged us all to the Infinite Castle, but he still hasn't shown up until now... Did Master Muzan run into some trouble? Or is there something new and interesting going on?"

"Shush, shush, I don't know, but I heard that useless thing Bantiangou died a few days ago. Haha, now I should become the Upper Four! Very good, very good!"

Laughing loudly, this demon with the fifth of the upper string engraved in his eyes was completely different from the demons around him in both appearance and posture. His eyes became two mouths, and his neat teeth opened and closed with a clicking sound as he laughed. The forehead and mouth became an eye respectively, giving people a distorted and grotesque feeling.

It is called the Jade Pot, and his lower body is also hidden in the pot. Although it looks inexplicable, in his own eyes, this is the most sublime art. It is also the true beauty that ordinary people cannot understand.

A pink-haired, muscular young man jumped out of a nearby house and looked at the evil spirits. Although he was one of their kind, his eyes still showed a strong sense of disgust. He said nothing, but just stood there with his arms folded.

The third of the upper rank, Akaza. Seeing Akaza's unwillingness to talk, Douma, who was born with seven-colored pupils, couldn't help but chuckle. He slightly moved the golden iron fan that covered his face away, and Douma slowly came to Akaza's side and put his hand on Akaza's body, while smiling and asking:

"What's wrong? Why don't you say hello since you're here? That's weird. Why do I feel like you've become weaker again? Or have I become stronger?"

After hearing Douma's words, Akaza's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything more. In response, Douma grinned, his voice kind but with a hint of malice:
"Is it because there are too few people to eat? Why do you always eat people when you are extremely hungry? It's so weird. And you don't eat women. Are you really a ghost? You are too unsociable! In my opinion, the most delicious things are women and children~"

"Get lost, scum."

After hearing Douma's words, Akaza's eyes showed some restlessness.

Because he lost his memory of his human period, Akaza knows nothing about his past. But instinctively, he hates the weak, and he feels uncomfortable when he sees women. Of course, not killing and not eating women does not mean that Akaza is a good ghost, because out of his disgust for the weak, in order to enjoy the battle better, Akaza often tries every means to use his opponent's potential. But in the eyes of others, this is more or less more like a massacre.

Akaza doesn't eat women, but Douma only eats women. This leads to their very different personalities, and they basically have a fierce quarrel every time they meet.

Seeing Akaza's expression, Douma was not angry, but smiled and said: "Are you angry? But what's the use? If you are not happy with me, you can always challenge me to a bloody battle! But you know you can't beat me! It's not that you have become weaker, but that I have become stronger! And you obviously became a demon earlier than me, but now your strength is far inferior to mine! Surely it's because of your picky eating, right?!"

Hearing this, the anger in Akaza's eyes exploded, but before Akaza could make a move, Douma's palm turned into a residual shadow and flashed by, leaving a bloody mark on Akaza's lips.

There was no pain, and the bloodstain was not even Akaza's blood. But Akaza's nose twitched a few times, and then an irrepressible malice filled Akaza's eyes.

"Children's grind!!!"

"I'm here~ Don't worry!!" Douma said with a malicious smile: "It's been hundreds of years. If Hantengu hadn't died, we might not have had the chance to meet. For today, I specially selected several devout female believers in my busy schedule. It's really pitiful that among so many female believers, only one gave birth to a daughter."

"That scene was so wonderful!" Feeling Akaza's increasingly agitated aura, Douma was not nervous at all. Instead, he smiled more relaxedly and said, "Until I took out the baby girl, that silly woman thought she was redeemed. Her face was full of devout tears of happiness. Try it. Isn't it wonderful?"

Hearing this, Akaza's eyes became focused, and a circle of blood burst out from his body. But just as he raised his hand, a cold light flashed -

Along with a bloodstain deep enough to see the bone, a six-eyed man wearing a purple snake-patterned kimono, a black horse hakama, and his hair tied into a high ponytail, full of the temperament of a warrior, said indifferently:

"Shut up, everyone - Akaza, know your place. If you want to fight, you can start a bloody battle. If not, just keep your hands to yourself."

Six eyes glanced at Akaza, but then moved away, and turned to look at the darkness at the other end of the Infinite Castle with the eyes inscribed with "One of the Upper Ranks". Kokushibo said coldly: "Someone is coming. This time it's just a five-point cut. Next time, watch your neck."

After hearing what Kokushibo said, Akaza gritted his teeth and then silently lowered his arms. Then, his flesh and blood began to wriggle, and the cuts healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, without even a trace of white marks left.

Kokushibo, the strongest demon after Muzan Kibutsuji. Legend has it that he was once a member of the Demon Slayer Corps and was extremely powerful... At least, if the opponent was Douma, Akaza would still have some confidence, even if the winning rate was low, he would at least have a 30% chance of winning. But if it was Kokushibo, there would not even be a 10% chance of winning.

After Kokushibo showed up, Douma still chuckled but silently gathered his thoughts - Kokushibo was born in the Warring States Period when "the lower ranks overthrow their superiors" was very common. As a samurai, Kokushibo also attached great importance to seniority and subordinate relationships. In this case, Kokushibo would cut off the arm of Upper Rank 3 Akaza for disrespecting Upper Rank 2 Douma, and would also cut off the neck of Upper Rank 2 Douma for disrespecting him.

And...someone is coming? Is it the guy that Muzan-sama ordered to be killed?
Thinking in his heart, Douma looked around and saw that all the upper-rank evil spirits had gathered except for the Daki siblings. He was also expectant and curious - who on earth could have made Muzan have such a big scene? Ah, it was really exciting!
But then, before Douma could even come to his senses, an indescribable chill crept up the backs of the ghosts present. The feeling was so uncomfortable, as if tongues or slugs were sticking to their backs and licking them constantly. A creepy damp feeling spread to every corner of the body almost instantly, making people feel like a thorn in the back.

Walking out of the shadows, the first thing that came into view was a pair of eyes. Those eyes were very gentle, narrowed into a warm angle, outlining a faint smile.

But as the footsteps sounded, the ghosts felt an indescribable bloody smell.

Along with the body fragments of lower-level evil ghosts gurgling out from the shadows, Ron was holding the skull of an unknown evil ghost in his hand. The spine that was pulled out forcibly remained relatively intact. Along the spine, broken ribs of varying lengths revealed broken cross-sections.

"Hello, everyone, good evening, welcome to the Night——Infinite City~"

With a cheerful smile on his face, Ron threw the skull in his hand aside as he spoke.

Ron glanced at the people in front of him and tilted his head, then asked curiously: "Where are the Dakimaki brothers and sisters? Why didn't I see them coming? I also want to see if the Dakimaki in this world is the harmonious version of the Dakimaki in Sima Rui's station~"

Because of harmony, the girl that Ron saw in the Flower Street chapter on Rui Station was not wearing a sexy bikini, but a set of dark autumn clothes and autumn pants, which made people feel warm just by looking at them. After coming to this world, I wanted to confirm it, but now it seems...Dakimie is not here?

After hearing what Roan said, the leader, Kokushibo, narrowed his eyes in indifference. Staring at Roan, who was full of flaws, and feeling the frivolity in his words, Kokushibo was just wondering, is such a bohemian person qualified to be his opponent?

On the other hand, Douma was stunned when he saw Hennako walking out with Ron, with a bulging belly. Especially when he saw Hennako's tender and peaceful face, Douma couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Haha, look what I found? Akaza, do you want me to prepare dinner for you?"

As he spoke, the next moment, a puff of ice mist spread out along with the shaking of the iron fan. Then, Douma's body also turned into a shadow and came behind Bian Ruozi, holding the iron fan high in his hand, and it fell down with a bang accompanied by the evil wind.

But unfortunately, before Douma's iron fan could touch the body of Hen Wakako, a scarlet arc of light exploded in the air, and the next moment, the iron fan in Douma's hand shattered. Douma himself was even broken in half.

"Come on, I have something I want to try."

As Douma's body fell, its blood-red intestines scattered all over the ground. As it slowly moved, the nauseating stench spread to the hand along with the hot steam from the internal organs.

Ron, the instigator of all this, was holding a meat saw in his hand, and at the same time, he was scratching his head with his other hand with an embarrassed look on his face. He gave people the feeling of a sunny and shy big boy.

"I have an agreement with the wolf. If you insist on attacking the transformed child, I will have no choice but to kill you first."

Hearing this, Douma, who was cut in half, was silent at first, then he twisted his mouth into a weird smile and said, "Ah, hey, you are indeed a guy that Master Muzan values. It seems that I was indeed a little too careless!"

As he spoke, a hint of coldness flashed across Douma's eyes, and then his lower body quickly regenerated - Ron did not try to suppress Douma's recovery. But even so, after recalling the rapidity that Ron had just burst out, Douma still quickly calmed himself down. Staring at Ron in front of him, he released his blood demon technique, and the surrounding cold air surged, turning his frozen blood into mist-like "ice crystals". With a wave of his arm, the invisible ice crystals were spread out along with the waving of the iron fan.

In an instant, the temperature in the surrounding environment dropped to below freezing point. Ordinary people would shiver involuntarily just by feeling the temperature.

As the second upper rank demon who has eaten thousands of humans, Douma's blood demon art is more than just a simple cold and lowering of the air temperature? In fact, under the blessing of blood demon art, these ice crystals made of Douma's blood contain unimaginable toxicity. The skin of ordinary people will be frozen immediately after contacting these blood demon art ice crystals. If these demon blood ice crystals are inhaled into the lungs of the opponent, it can make it difficult for the opponent to breathe, and then cause necrosis of the alveoli, killing the opponent on the spot!
In addition to polluting the surrounding air, as Douma waved the fan, the surging frost formed twisted ice lotuses on the edge of the iron fan. They rushed towards Ron one after another. Judging from the posture, ordinary people might be frozen into an ice sculpture and lose their lives if they just touched it!

Standing there, without dodging or avoiding, Ron just looked at Douma with a smile. Until the icy lotus swallowed Ron whole, Douma did not receive any attack.

Seeing this, Douma was stunned for a moment, and also covered half of his face with another fan. He tilted his head suspiciously, squinted his eyes and muttered to himself:
"Eh? Why didn't I feel the attack? There was no sign of him dodging either. I misjudged this guy's strength—"

As he spoke, Douma waved his iron fan towards Benwako who was standing beside him.

Unfortunately, before Douma could finish his words, he saw the ice lotus in front of him suddenly exploded with the sound of ice breaking. It seemed fast, but it was so slow. It was so slow that the fragments of the ice lotus flew past Douma's scalp one by one. But it was so fast, so fast that before Douma could finish his words, a big hand had already landed on his face.

Five fingers opened, and the palm fell on Douma's face. He subconsciously wanted to break free, but then he found that the seemingly casual palm fell on his body like iron, clamped on his head. Not to mention breaking free, even a simple struggle has become a luxury!
With a little force, the next moment, Douma's head exploded like a watermelon hit by a hammer. Ron helplessly threw the blood on his hand to the ground beside him:
"You can walk over an ant but not step on it to death... Why do you always ask such difficult questions?"

(End of this chapter)