The first ray of sunlight rose from the horizon, coating everything in a golden glow.
Those who had been awake all night were still discussing everything that had happened yesterday evening.
"The sun has risen again!"
In the eyes of the people, the sun had become Xia Wei himself.
It was enough for the people to cheer and pray to the Great God, but the Demon Slayer Corps had much more to consider.
As the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, Yaozai Ubuyashiki was also from a famous family in the country, and with the added buff of leading the Demon Slayer Corps to save civilians last night, he easily filled the power vacuum in the country.
By revealing a little more that the Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, as well as he and his wife, were all dependents of the destiny fantasy great god, he easily gained the support of local families and officials, big and small, throughout the country, becoming the supreme leader of the entire nation.
Not only that, but the embassies of various Western European countries were even more fervent than the locals, supporting Ubuyashiki one hundred percent.
Over 90% of Western countries have a strong belief in God, and for them, the dependents of God are undoubtedly His saints, second only in status to Jesus, the Son of God.
Moreover, there were now twelve such saints, which was consistent with the number of the Son of God's twelve disciples in the Bible, making those who believed in God even more fanatical.
The embassies of Western countries had already worn out their telegraphs before the sun had even risen.
The news of God's arrival in Tokyo would spread throughout the world in less than a day.
…
Meanwhile.
The Hashira had already arrived at Kibutsuji Muzan's hiding place.
"It's right here! The soil is still fresh." Uzui Tengen squatted down and pinched a handful of newly turned earth.
Sanemi Shinazugawa gritted his teeth, his veins bulging on his face: "Hehehe, that damned Kibutsuji Muzan, does he think he can escape the Great God's gaze! If it weren't for the need to give the people an explanation, I'd throw him under the sun right now!"
Shinobu Kocho held a medicine bottle in her hand: "This is a new poison I've concocted; even Kibutsuji Muzan absolutely won't be able to decompose it."
Iguro Obanai said, "Then let's start digging."
Gyomei Himejima rubbed his hands together and placed the shovel he was carrying on the ground: "I'm strong, so leave the main work to me."
Kibutsuji Muzan, sleeping underground, was not at all awakened by the sound of digging; in his opinion, how could humans dig two hundred meters?
Even for drilling a well, they wouldn't dig that deep.
"We've dug enough, I see him, Kibutsuji Muzan is down there, digging any further might wake him up." Iguro Obanai's eyes glowed faintly.
"Then let's inject the poison into him first before digging him out."
Gyomei Himejima held a hollow, sharp iron pipe, filled with poison, and with his muscles bulging like a rock climber, he threw it instantly.
Boom—
The iron pipe instantly plunged into the soil, causing the ground to shake.
Kibutsuji Muzan, who was sleeping soundly, felt a sharp pain in his head and was instantly startled awake.
"Hmm?"
"Damn it! It's wisteria poison! The Demon Slayer Corps found me!"
Kibutsuji Muzan was furious and shocked, then to his horror, he found that his body was unable to decompose the poison and instead instantly became weak and powerless.
And his body continued to weaken, as if he had instantly returned to when he was human, so much so that he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth and shout.
"Dig him out!"
Kibutsuji Muzan heard the sound of shovels digging closer and closer, and his pants became wet.
He could do nothing but wait for death to arrive.
Shovels violently dug him out, his body covered in red 'paint' from the shovels.
"Kibutsuji Muzan, hehehe…"
"Do you think you can escape?"
"I really want to kill you right now!"
The Hashira held their shovels, filled with rage; Sanemi Shinazugawa's eyes were even bloodshot, making him look more like a Demon than Kibutsuji Muzan, the progenitor of Demons.
"Amitabha, let's take him away." Gyomei Himejima wrapped an iron chain around Kibutsuji Muzan's neck and picked him up like a little chick.
Iguro Obanai put the thousand-year-old progenitor of Demons into a black cloth bag, used to block sunlight, as if he were trash.
"Wuwuwu…"
…
Tokyo
"Extra, extra! The culprit behind the great chaos in Tokyo, who turned the Imperial Family, Shogunate ministers, and the army into Demons, the progenitor of Demons, Kibutsuji Muzan, has been captured by the Divine Messenger!"
"Extra, extra! Lord Ubuyashiki has formed a national cabinet and announced that Kibutsuji Muzan will be executed at noon today, when the sunlight is strongest!"
"Newspapers for sale, newspapers for sale! This is an exclusive interview report by Le Journal de France with Lord Ubuyashiki!"
Tokyo's street newsboys shouted, holding newspapers, and people rushed to buy them.
"One for me!"
"And one for me too."
"Alright, thank you, five yen."
Newspapers from all agencies quickly sold out that day, and people flocked to the execution site of Kibutsuji Muzan, the culprit behind the great chaos in Tokyo.
The entire execution site was located in front of Tokyo's largest shrine, 'Vavamu Shrine.'
The priests here had thrown out the statues of gods worshipped for hundreds of years last night and replaced them with statues of the 'destiny fantasy great god'.
And the priest who did this was Amane Ubuyashiki's father, the Great Priest Shinri, who was also the head of the largest Shinto priestly family.
His daughter and son-in-law becoming dependents of the Great God made this Great Priest so excited that he almost kicked the bucket.
The area in front of 'Vavamu Shrine' was quickly surrounded by fervent people, packed like sardines.
"Make way, make way, I'm a reporter from the English newspaper! Let me through to the front."
"I'm a reporter from an American newspaper! Let me to the very front to criticize that demon who crawled out of hell!"
"My f***! You just want to gaze upon the Divine Messenger up close, don't you! Push this American out!"
At this moment, on the execution platform, Kibutsuji Muzan was tied to a tall pole, with a large parasol shielding him from the scorching sunlight.
Kibutsuji Muzan was already numb with terror; he had nowhere to run and was about to die.
Even if he could still move, he wouldn't dare leave this umbrella.
Even if he found the blue spider lily and was no longer afraid of sunlight, he wouldn't be able to escape from these nine Demon Slayers, who were comparable to Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
Kibutsuji Muzan's crimson eyes reflected the figures of the nine Demon Slayers standing around him, hatred and fear practically overflowing from his eyes.
If he weren't tied up, his body would be shaking like a sieve.
"That's Kibutsuji Muzan! He's short and ugly! And his face is hideous."
"I heard he's lived for a thousand years and created countless Demons, killing who knows how many people."
"Oh, God, is this the great demon? His crimson eyes are full of sin."
"Camera! Record it quickly!"
At this time, there were already black and white cameras, and major news agencies had already fully prepared their equipment, unlike the hastily taken photos from last night.
Yaozai Ubuyashiki walked up and spread his arms, and the massive crowd instantly fell silent, then he announced in a loud voice.
"Kibutsuji Muzan, for a thousand years you have created evil Demons, driven them to eat humans, causing countless tragedies, and last night you even created an unprecedented disaster in human history."
"You turned the Imperial Family, Shogunate ministers, and the army into Demons to eat and kill people, turning Tokyo into a hell, which is absolutely unforgivable and utterly heinous!"
"Therefore, right now, in front of all the citizens of this country, you will be subjected to the ultimate punishment, to be killed by sunlight!"