Infinity: The main god space starting from Naruto

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Mingnu's fingers gently plucked the shamisen, and several figures in the shadows quickly gathered towards the meeting hall.

"Calling us again?" Douma maintained an elegant smile and looked at the others, "It seems something big has happened again."

Qiwozuo glanced at him coldly and said nothing.

Kokushibo walked slowly, his sword hanging at his waist, his six eyes flashing a strange red light. He glanced at everyone and stood still.

At this moment, a suffocating feeling of oppression instantly filled the entire hall. Wuzan walked in, wearing a black suit and with a terrifyingly gloomy face.

"Sir." The three of them knelt on one knee at the same time.

Muzan raised his hand and glanced at the three people. Suddenly, his pupils turned blood red.

"waste."

The next moment, Qiwozu felt his whole body tremble, and his blood boiled. With a "crack", his body suddenly exploded, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Douma and Hantengu were not much better off. Their bodies exploded at the same time, and blood splattered everywhere.

Douma endured the pain and kept a smile on his face: "Lord Muzan, did we do something wrong?"

"You keep saying that you killed the target." Wuzan sneered, "That guy named Dio is now making a big fuss about it. The streets are full of monsters he created!"

"What?!" Qi Aozu raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of shock, "Impossible, I saw him turn into ashes in the sun with my own eyes!"

"That's enough! I don't want to hear any explanation." Wuzan interrupted in a harsh voice: "You are a bunch of trash. If I hadn't found a suitable replacement for the moment, I would have dealt with you long ago."

The next second, Muzan raised his right hand, and the skin on his palm suddenly cracked, revealing scarlet flesh. Dozens of blood vessels burst out of his body like tentacles, carrying a fishy smell, and instantly pierced into the bodies of the three people.
"This is your last chance. I will give you blood to increase your strength." Wuzan said coldly, "If you can't bear my blood, then die."

"what!"

The three of them groaned in pain at the same time.

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

Qi Aza could feel a violent force surging in his body. Every cell was trembling wildly, and the originally exploded wounds were healing rapidly under the action of the blood.

At this moment, Qi Aoza felt as if there were countless red-hot knives wreaking havoc inside his body, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain.

But this kind of pain made Qiwozuo excited.

"This time." He clenched his fists, his knuckles making crackling sounds, "I will make sure that bastard dies."

And lines like snowflakes appeared on Douma's face, and his pupils turned into deep whirlpools.

Wuzan retracted his blood vessels and looked down at the three people.

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

Kokushibo nodded silently, a cold light flashed in his six eyes, and his momentum suddenly soared.

At this moment, he could feel the anger and anxiety in Muzan's heart. An existence that could make Muzan care so much was worthy of his personal action.

"Now, get out of here!" Wuzan roared, "If you let him escape again this time, you will stay here and rot forever!"

…………

Palace Square.

Countless figures surged in the darkness. They were dressed in military uniforms, holding long spears, and lined up neatly in a square formation.

But these soldiers had dull eyes and their skin was an abnormally grayish white.

"boom!"

Another body fell. Dio loosened his grip and let the shrunken body fall to the ground. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and felt the power surging in his body.

"Master, the transformation of these newcomers has been completed." At this time, a zombie knelt on one knee with a cold voice.

Dio turned and looked towards the square. Tens of thousands of zombies were standing quietly, so densely packed that there was no end in sight.

The former royal army has been transformed by him and become puppets that obey his orders. These zombie armies can capture any country at this time.

"Go on." Dio waved his hand. "I need more blood to recover."

Several zombies came over, dragging a group of civilians tied up with ropes. They were trembling, and some cried for mercy, but were soon knocked unconscious by the zombies.

Dio walked up to a young woman and squatted down. The woman shrank back in fear, but was held down by the zombie behind her.

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

“No, don’t”

Dio ignored her pleas and stabbed his finger into her neck. Blood gushed out and Dio sucked it greedily. The woman's body shrank quickly and soon turned into a mummy.

The zombie soldiers mechanically carried out the order, constantly sending new "sacrifices" to Dio. The process of sucking blood, drying corpses, and sucking blood again was repeated over and over again.

"Hmm" Dio stood up, feeling the strength brought by the fresh blood, his injuries recovered quickly.

The blood in the square gathered into rivers on the ground and dyed the steps of the palace red.

"What a spectacular sight." Dio looked at the sea of ​​blood and corpses with a cruel smile on his face, "But this is far from enough."

He turned to a zombie captain and said, "Continue to expand the search area and capture people from the surrounding towns."

"Yes, Master." Groups of zombie soldiers began to move. They were divided into small teams and spread out like locusts. The orderly footsteps echoed in the streets, and wherever they went, there was complete silence.

"Master, I'm back."

At this time, Rengoku Kyojuro strode over, followed by a group of zombies, each carrying a heavy wooden box on his shoulders.

Dio stood on a high place, looking down: "Have you completed the tasks you ordered?"

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

Dio nodded. He had expected this to happen.

The first to be resurrected was a girl wearing a white kimono with cherry blossoms on it. Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her skin was as pale as jade. She opened her eyes, and her pupils were blood red.

Next came a young man with orange hair, who slowly stood up and moved his stiff joints.

As Dio's blood continued to flow in, more and more people stood up from the wooden boxes, their eyes all flashing with blood-red light.

Dio doesn't think much of their strength, as they serve more as psychological attacks, which are more meaningful than their strength.

"Rengoku Kyojuro." Dio suddenly spoke.

Rengoku Kyojuro immediately appeared beside him: "Master."

"You've fought for me until now, and it's time to give you some reward." Dio raised his right arm, and his nails suddenly extended, leaving a deep wound on his arm.

Blood gushed out of the wound, but this time the blood was different from before. It was a sticky dark red color, emitting a strange luster, and wriggling as if it had life.

Dio swung his arm, and the sticky blood flew towards Rengoku Kyojuro and penetrated into his body like a living thing.

"Hmm!" Rengoku Kyojuro groaned, his muscles tensed all over.

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

This blood contains the essence of vampires, which is far beyond the reach of ordinary blood.

It can transform living creatures into real vampires, giving them powers far superior to those of the living dead. However, Dio produced too much of this essence in a short period of time, and once it is lost, it will take much longer to recover than expected.

"How do you feel?" Dio asked.

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

At this moment, a low roar was heard in the distance. The ground began to shake slightly, and the vibration became stronger and stronger.

"Here it comes." Dio turned and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

In the darkness, several huge monsters were slowly approaching, constantly rolling over the ground, making heavy noises.

Rengoku Kyojuro frowned: "Master, this is..."

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

Looking at the weapons in front of him, Dio thought of his former world. These things from Britain could be considered products of his hometown.

"Everything is ready." Dio looked around and sneered, "We are just waiting for them to fall into our trap."

………………

At dawn, the Demon Slayer Corps walked quickly on the road leading to the imperial capital.

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

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

The scene was the same in every village they passed through.

The door was wide open, but no one was seen. Various daily necessities were scattered on the ground, as if they were left behind by the villagers when they fled in panic.

The stalls were overturned, the goods were scattered all over the floor, and some large pots were still on the stoves, the porridge in the pots had dried up and turned black.

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

Tanjiro took a deep breath and walked quickly ahead. There were large dark brown marks on the ground at the entrance of the village, and a disgusting fishy smell filled the air.

"Another empty city." Fuzugawa Shiya kicked open a wooden box on the side of the road, making a "bang" sound, "It's the same as the previous places."

"The blood has dried." Iguro Kobanei squatted down to check, "At least a day."

Tomioka Giyuu stood in front of a collapsed house and picked up a dusty puppet. He clenched the handle of the knife in his hand and said, "Everyone here has been..."

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

Beimingyu Xingming stood there, tears streaming from his eyes. He put his hands together and chanted in a low voice: "Amitabha. I hope these dead souls can be reborn in paradise."

"Dio is more terrifying than Muzan Kibutsuji." Tanjiro looked into the distance and said in a low voice, "The carnage that Muzan has caused over hundreds of years is not as great as the destruction he has caused in just a few days."

Before he finished speaking, a crow flew over from a distance and landed on Tanjiro's shoulder: "Emergency information! Emergency information! A large number of monsters appeared in the imperial capital and began to gather!"

"This is obviously a trap." Tomioka Giyuu said in a deep voice.

"We have to go even if it's a trap." Tanjiro turned to face the crowd, anger burning in his eyes, "If this continues, the whole country will become a living hell. This time, even if it takes my last breath, I will completely destroy him!"

(End of this chapter)