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Demon Slayer 2: Detalles de pedido anticipado y DLC

Autor : Chloe Actualizar : May 25,2025

Si está esperando ansiosamente el lanzamiento de *Demon Slayer: The Hinokami Chronicles 2 *, querrá saber todo sobre los atractivos bonos de pedido por pedido y el potencial DLC. Ya sea que opte por la edición estándar o de lujo, tiene algunas golosinas exclusivas que pueden mejorar su experiencia de juego desde el principio.

Bonos de pedido anticipado

Edición estándar

Demon Slayer The Hinokami Chronicles 2 preorden y DLC Pre-pedido La edición estándar de * Demon Slayer: The Hinokami Chronicles 2 * desbloqueará un conjunto de teclas de personajes que agregan nuevos luchadores emocionantes a su lista. Obtendrá acceso a:

  • Mitsuri Kanroji
  • Tokito muichiro
  • Academia Rengoku
  • Academia Uzui

Edición de lujo

Demon Slayer The Hinokami Chronicles 2 preorden y DLC Optar por la edición Deluxe no solo le otorga a usted acceder al juego 5 días completos antes del lanzamiento estándar, sino que también viene lleno de contenido adicional. Junto con las teclas de personaje de la edición estándar, recibirás:

  • Llaves de desbloqueo de personajes: Tengen Uzui, Obanai Iguuro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima, Academy Rengoku y Academy Uzui
  • Atuendo de batalla: Kimono (distrito de entretenimiento) de Tanjiro, Kimono de Inosuke (distrito de entretenimiento) y atuendo shinobi de Uzui
  • VS Sistema de modo Voz: Conjunto de demonios de rango superior (Akaza, Daki, Gyutaro, Gyokko, Zohakuten)

Demon Slayer: The Hinokami Chronicles 2 DLC

Demon Slayer The Hinokami Chronicles 2 preorden y DLC Por el momento, sigue siendo incierto si los bonos de pedido anticipado estarán disponibles como contenido descargable separado (DLC). Esté atento a más anuncios, ya que lo actualizaremos tan pronto como se publiquen más detalles.

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