Comprehensive comics, starting from Demon Slayer, fusion of Gojo Satoru template

Noso slowly turned around, his eyes revealing a calmness of following the rules.

He waved his hand gently, and a small box floated out of the shadows and landed steadily in his palm.

He opened the box, and inside lay sixteen Sukuna fingers emitting a dark aura.

Noso walked to the man covered with runes, gently pinched the man's chin, and opened his mouth slightly.

He took the first Sukuna finger calmly and put it into the man's mouth.

As soon as the finger touched the man's tongue, a black curse power slowly spread like a trickle, along the man's mouth and throat, and drilled deep into the body.

The man's body shook slightly, and a low muffled sound came from his throat, as if a strange power was quietly testing his body.

Noso watched all this calmly, and after the man calmed down a little, he took the second finger.

Put it into the man's mouth again. This time, the spread of the cursed power seemed to have some tacit understanding. It slowly moved along the path opened up before. The man's body just trembled slightly and gradually adapted.

Then, the third, the fourth... Nose fed Sukuna's fingers to the man one by one. Every movement was extremely steady, without the slightest impatience or panic.

As the number of fingers increased, the man's cursed power in his body also increased steadily. The rune light on the surface of his skin became deeper and deeper, shining with mysterious brilliance like the stars in the deep night sky.

When the tenth finger was fed, the man's body began to emit a stronger evil breath, but Nose's expression remained unchanged. He continued his movements skillfully.

The man was like a controlled container, swallowing each finger obediently. The cursed power in his body gradually gathered into a powerful torrent, but under the guidance of Nose, it merged with himself in an orderly manner.

After the fifteenth finger went down his throat, the man's eyes had completely become empty and lifeless, his body was suspended in the air, and the air around him seemed to become sticky due to the filling of the cursed power.

Noso picked up the last finger and calmly put it into the man's mouth, putting the final period for the fusion of this power.

The man's body had not yet adapted, and it would take some time for Sukuna to be resurrected. Noso took his time and picked up the cursed object beside him to continue feeding.

How could Sukuna, who only had the power of sixteen fingers, be enough.

As these cursed objects continued to enter.

The cursed power on this man became larger and more chaotic.

However, there was a trace of order in this chaos.

It seemed that the cursed objects were fighting for control of the body.

However, how could ordinary cursed objects be the opponent of the two-faced Sukuna? Soon, the man's body became calm.

The black runes gradually spread all over his body, and a pair of small eyes gradually grew under his two eyes.

The next moment, the four eyes suddenly opened.

As the four eyes suddenly opened, a dazzling black light burst out from the eyes, instantly illuminating the entire dim underground room.

The light was like a solid black lightning. Wherever it went, the air seemed to be distorted by it. The rocks on the walls peeled off one after another, and the ground began to tremble violently, as if it could not bear this majestic force.

Sukuna's figure slowly descended from mid-air. Every step he took was like ringing a bell between heaven and earth, making a dull and shocking sound.

The black runes on his body were like living things, wandering freely on his muscular body, flashing a cold and evil light, as if telling of a thousand years of resentment and desire for killing.

His hair danced wildly like black flames, and every strand of it exuded a powerful wave of magic power. The magic power was like a tangible black storm, whistling around him and engulfing everything around him.

There was a suffocating sense of oppression in the air.

Nozomi was not in a hurry, watching the scene with a smile, while Rimei behind him had a fanatical look on his face. Rimei knelt on one knee to greet his king, his master.

Sukuna raised his head slightly and let out a low and long laugh. The laugh was like a roar from hell, penetrating the barriers of layers of rocks and space, and echoing in the entire underground space. This laugh contained endless arrogance and cruelty, which frightened everything in the world.

"I, Sukuna, am back!" His voice exploded in the room like thunder, announcing his rebirth with an unquestionable majesty and desperate power.

The voice seemed to have magic power, which could directly penetrate the soul, making people feel awe and fear involuntarily. At this moment, Sukuna was like a demon god crawling out of the dark abyss, carrying the breath of destroying everything, ready to set off a bloody storm in the world again.The connection of souls made him know clearly where the rest of his power was, as well as the part of his own soul.

His eyes became colder and colder.

"Ye Ming..., hehe, wait, I will come to you soon, don't let me down."

After muttering to himself for a while, Sukuna raised his head and looked at the man who had just resurrected him.

"Koso, it's you."

Koso smiled and waved.

"Long time no see, Sukuna."

Sukuna curled his lips, not wanting to pay attention to him, and turned to look at Rimei behind him, and said casually: "Get up, Rimei."

Rimei heard the words and stood up respectfully.

"Yes, Lord Sukuna."

At the same time, he took out a black robe from somewhere, walked to Sukuna, and respectfully put it on him.

Sukuna felt his body.

Sukuna slightly stretched his muscles, his muscles bulged and contracted like steel under his black robe. He could clearly sense the powerful force contained in this body, but compared with the peak state of the body, there was still some gap.

Every movement of his caused the surrounding magic power to fluctuate like a surging tide. Although his physical fitness was slightly inferior to the past, the surging magic power was like an endless abyss, deep and powerful, making up for the slight shortcomings of the flesh.

He gently clenched his fist, and the black magic power condensed into substance at the peak of his fist, like a layer of dark armor, exuding a chilling breath.

"Humph, although this body is a little lacking in fire, this magic power is barely enough."

Sukuna's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of dissatisfaction and pride. He tried to circulate the cursed power, which rushed through his meridians like a surging black river. Wherever it passed, his body's functions were further stimulated. His originally slightly slow reaction speed and power output increased rapidly with the help of the cursed power.