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Chapter 16 - It's best to stay away from the protagonist when raising the flag.

Kill all humans who enter the Infinite City.

This was an order left by Muzan Kibutsuji. Upon hearing this order, Upper Moon Two Doma tapped his palm with his iron fan, his brow furrowed with amusement, and said:

"How strange. They suddenly dragged us all into the Infinity Castle, and we've been waiting until now without them showing up... Has Lord Muzan run into some trouble? Or is he having some new and interesting fun?"

"Whoosh, I don't know, but I heard that the useless Half-Heaven Dog died a few days ago. Haha, now I should become Upper Moon Four! Excellent, excellent!"

Laughing loudly, this demon, whose eyes were etched with the image of Upper Moon Five, was completely different from the surrounding demons in both appearance and posture. Its eyes had transformed into two mouths, its neat teeth clicking and clacking with each laugh. Its forehead and mouth had each become an eye, giving it a twisted and grotesque appearance.

Named "Jade Pot," its lower half is also concealed within the pot. Although it seems inexplicable, in his own eyes, it is the most sublime art, a true beauty that ordinary people cannot comprehend.

Leaping out of a nearby house, a muscular young man with pink hair looked at the demons present. Although he was one of them, his eyes still revealed a deep disgust. He didn't say a word, just stood there with his arms crossed.

Upper Moon Three, Akaza. Seeing Akaza's unwillingness to speak, Doma, with his naturally seven-colored eyes, couldn't help but chuckle. He slightly moved the golden iron fan covering his face and slowly walked to Akaza's side, placing his hand on Akaza's lap while asking with a smile:

"What's wrong? Since you're here, why didn't you say hello? That's strange, why do you seem weaker? Or have I gotten stronger?"

Upon hearing Douma's words, Akaza's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything more. Douma, on the other hand, grinned, his voice friendly yet tinged with malice:

"Is it because there aren't enough people to eat? Why do you only eat people when you're starving? That's so strange, and you don't even eat women. Are you really a ghost? You're so antisocial! If you ask me, the best food is women and children~"

"Get out of here, you scum."

Upon hearing Doma's words, Akaza's eyes also showed a hint of restlessness.

Having lost his memories of his human past, Akaza knows nothing about it. Instinctively, however, he despises the weak, and feels a deep unease upon seeing women. Of course, not killing or eating women doesn't make Akaza a benevolent demon; driven by his aversion to the weak and to better enjoy battle, he often tries to exploit his opponent's potential. However, to outsiders, this often appears more like torture.

Akaza doesn't eat women, while Doma does. This leads to their personalities being very incompatible, and they basically have a fierce argument every time they meet.

Seeing Akaza's expression, Douma wasn't angry. Instead, he chuckled and said, "Are you angry? But what's the use? If you don't like me, you can always challenge me to a bloodbath! But you know you can't beat me! It's not that you've gotten weaker, it's that I've gotten stronger! And you became a demon much earlier than me, but your strength is far inferior to mine now! It's all because of your picky eating, isn't it?!"

Upon hearing this, Akaza's anger exploded, but before Akaza could make a move, Doma's hand flashed past like a blur, leaving a bloody mark on Akaza's lips.

There was no pain; the bloodstain wasn't even Akaza's own blood. But Akaza's nose twitched slightly, and then an uncontrollable malice filled his eyes.

"Doma!!!"

"I'm here~ Don't be in such a hurry!!" Douma laughed maliciously, "It's been hundreds of years. If Hantengu hadn't died, we might not have had the chance to meet again. For today, I specially selected several devout female believers in my busy schedule. It's pitiful that out of so many female believers, only one gave birth to a daughter."

"That scene was absolutely spectacular!" Sensing Akaza's increasingly agitated aura, Douma, far from being tense, smiled even more relaxedly and said, "Until I pulled this baby girl out, that foolish woman thought she had been saved, her face covered in devout tears of happiness~ You taste it, isn't that feeling absolutely wonderful?!"

Upon hearing this, Akaza's gaze sharpened, and a surge of blood-red energy erupted around him. But just as he raised his hand, a flash of cold light appeared—

As a deep, bone-revealing gash appeared on Akaza's wrist, a six-eyed man dressed in a purple snake-patterned kimono, black hakama, with his hair tied in a high ponytail, exuding the aura of a warrior, coldly said:

"Shut up, Akaza. Know your place. If you want to fight, you can start a positional bloodbath. If not, keep your hands to yourself."

Six eyes glanced at Akaza, but then looked away, turning instead to gaze into the darkness at the other end of the Infinity Castle, where the eye engraved with "Upper Moon One" stood. Kokushibo coldly said, "Someone's coming. This time, we've only cut in five-tenths. If there's a next time, watch your neck."

Upon hearing Kokushibo's words, Akaza gritted his teeth and then silently lowered his arms. Immediately afterward, the flesh writhed, and the severed wounds healed at a visible speed, leaving not even a trace of white residue.

Kokushibo, the strongest demon after Muzan Kibutsuji. Legend has it that he was once a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, possessing immense strength... At least, if the opponent were Doma, Akaza would have some confidence; even with a low probability of victory, he would have at least a 30% chance. But against Kokushibo, he wouldn't even have a 10% chance of winning.

After Kokushibo appeared, Doma, though still chuckling, silently suppressed his thoughts—Koushibo was born in the Sengoku period, a time when "overthrowing one's superior" was commonplace. As a former samurai, Kokushibo also valued seniority and hierarchical relationships. In this context, just as Kokushibo would sever Akaza's arm for disrespecting Upper Moon Three (Doma), he would similarly sever Doma's neck for disrespecting him.

And... someone's here? Is it the guy Muzan-sama ordered to be killed?

Thinking to himself, Doma looked around at the Upper Moon demons who had all arrived except for Daki and her siblings, and felt both anticipation and curiosity—who exactly was it that made Muzan order such a large-scale operation? Ah, this is something to look forward to!

But then, before Douma could even recover, an indescribable chill crept up the spines of all the demons present.

The feeling was so unsettling, like tongues or slugs licking my back. A chilling, damp sensation spread through every corner of my body almost instantly, making me feel like I was being pricked by needles.

Emerging from the shadows, the first thing that catches the eye is a pair of eyes. Those eyes are gentle, narrowed to a warm angle, outlining a faint smile.

But as the footsteps sounded, the ghosts sensed an indescribable stench of blood.

As the corpse fragments of a lower-level demon tumbled out of the shadows, Ron held the skull of an unknown demon in his hand. The spine, forcibly pulled out, was held together relatively intact, and along the spine, broken ribs of varying lengths revealed their fractured surfaces.

"Haha, everyone, good evening, welcome to Night - Infinite City~"

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

Ron glanced at the crowd before him, tilted his head, and then asked curiously, "Where are the Daki siblings? Why didn't I see them? I wanted to see if the Daki in this world was the censored version of the 'Autumn Pants Daki' from Sima Rui's website~"

Because of censorship, the Daki from the Entertainment District arc that Ron saw on the website wasn't wearing a sexy bikini, but rather a set of jet-black thermal underwear that looked incredibly warm. He had originally wanted to confirm this upon arriving in this world, but now it seems... Daki isn't here?

Upon hearing Ron's words, Kokushibo, the leader, narrowed his eyes coldly. Staring at Ron, whose body was riddled with weaknesses, and sensing the flippancy in his words, Kokushibo wondered if such a dissolute person was worthy of being his opponent.

Meanwhile, on the other side, when Douma saw the Periplasma, her belly swollen, walking out with Ron, he was taken aback. Especially when he saw the Periplasma's innocent and serene face, Douma couldn't help but chuckle, "Haha, look what I found! Akaza, would you like me to prepare dinner for you?"

As he spoke, the next moment, accompanied by the shaking of the iron fan, a cloud of icy mist spread out. Immediately afterwards, Douma's body also transformed into a blur and appeared behind the Peripera, raising the iron fan high in his hand, which crashed down with a hundred years of fierce wind.

Unfortunately, before Douma's iron fan could even touch the Divine Child's body, a crimson arc of light exploded in the air, and the next moment, the iron fan in Douma's hand shattered. Douma himself was snapped in half at the waist.

"Don't do that, there are some things I want to try."

As Doma's body, severed at an angle, fell to the ground, his scarlet intestines scattered everywhere. As they slowly writhed, a nauseating stench, accompanied by the rising heat of his internal organs, spread towards the handcrafted figure.

Ron, the one who started all this, was holding a meat saw in his hand, scratching his head with his other hand with an embarrassed expression, giving the impression of a sunny but shy young man.

"I made a pact with the wolf. If you insist on attacking the Chrysalis, I will have no choice but to kill you first."

Upon hearing this, Doma, who had been cut in half at the waist, remained silent for a moment, then grinned and said with a strange smile, "Heh heh heh~ As expected of someone even Lord Muzan values. It seems I was indeed a bit too careless!"

As he spoke, a cold glint flashed in Doma's eyes, and then his lower body rapidly regenerated—Ron hadn't tried to suppress Doma's recovery. Even so, recalling Ron's sudden burst of speed, Doma quickly regained his composure. Staring intently at Ron, he unleashed his Blood Demon Art, the surrounding air surging with chilling energy, transforming his frozen blood into misty "ice crystals." With a wave of his arm, these invisible ice crystals were dispersed along with the movement of his iron fan.

In an instant, the temperature in the surrounding environment dropped below freezing. An ordinary person would shiver involuntarily just from feeling the temperature.

As the Upper Moon Two, a demon who has devoured thousands of humans, Douma's Blood Demon Art is far more than just simple cold and lowering of air temperature. In fact, enhanced by the Blood Demon Art, these ice crystals formed from Douma's blood contain unimaginable toxicity. Ordinary human skin will freeze instantly upon contact with these Blood Demon Art ice crystals. If an opponent inhales these demon blood ice crystals, it can cause breathing difficulties, leading to alveolar necrosis and instant death!

Aside from polluting the surrounding air, as Douma waved his fan, surging frost formed twisted ice lotuses along the edge of the iron fan. These lotuses rushed towards Ron, and judging by their momentum, an ordinary person who merely touched them would likely be frozen into an ice sculpture, losing their life!

Standing there, neither dodging nor avoiding, Ron simply smiled and watched Doma. Even as the icy lotus completely engulfed Ron, Doma remained unscathed.

Seeing this, Douma paused for a moment, then used another fan to cover half of his face, tilting his head suspiciously and muttering to himself:

"Huh? Why didn't I sense any attack? And there's no sign of it dodging either. I misjudged its strength—"

As he spoke, Doma swung his iron fan at the Periperako beside him.

Unfortunately, before Douma could finish speaking, accompanied by the sound of ice shattering, he saw the ice lotus in front of him explode in an instant. It seemed swift, yet it was also incredibly slow. So slow that the fragments of the exploding ice lotus grazed Douma's scalp one by one. Yet it was also incredibly swift, so swift that before Douma could finish speaking, a large hand had already landed on his face.

With fingers spread wide, the entire palm landed on Doma's face. Instinctively, he tried to break free, but Doma immediately realized that the seemingly casual hand felt like it was made of iron, gripping his head. Forget about breaking free; even a simple struggle had become a luxury!

With a slight exertion, the next moment, Doma's head exploded like a watermelon struck by a hammer. Somewhat helplessly, Ron flicked the blood from his hands to the ground, his face full of resignation.

"Walk over an ant without killing it... Why do you always ask such difficult questions?"

(End of this chapter)