Crown Dead

"Was it dodged? Although I didn't expect to be able to kill it with just this blow."

The master of the slash—Qianzicun, who came hurriedly from the forge, was throwing the broken samurai sword aside, and said to the dark figure in front of him.

"His Highness Muramasa...? Be careful! That person has extremely terrifying strength—it is more terrifying than all the heroic swordsmen combined!"

Arriving at his side without any breath, cutting off his arm in a way that cannot be seen, even a heroic spirit will feel the power of suffocating death.This black shadow that suddenly appeared in the castle town has surpassed the limits of Minamoto Yorimitsu's comprehension.

However, Minamoto Yorimitsu's skills honed as a heretic killer did not go to waste. At the same moment that Somiko was attracted by the village chief and realized, Minamoto Yorimitsu picked up Dojiri with his remaining left arm, and moved his legs backwards to meet him. The opponent distanced himself.

"Hey! Your arm—"

"It's just an arm, it's not a fatal injury. Compared to those... Please concentrate all your energy, Your Highness Muramasa! The opponent's speed is faster than any heroic spirit before!"

Minamoto Raimitsu gritted his teeth and forcibly blocked the maddening phantom pain in his right arm.

"What kind of monster is that? I've never heard of such a guy. I don't have enough samurai sword reserves!"

Muramasa complained loudly while taking out a second katana sword and holding it in his hand.

Every time Qianzicun swung the samurai sword he forged, the result was that the blade was damaged. Although it could also unleash the most violent attack of that sword, it was not the quality that could fight a protracted battle.

There are only three knives in total, and one of them is not free to use.

"There is only one chance to attack... Really, why do I want to fight with my life like this kind of idiot samurai!"

Muramasa complained loudly, and at the same time, Minamoto Yorimitsu stood beside him and stood in front of Tokokiri.

"His Highness Muramasa, I can't use bows and arrows to support you, so I will use more aggressive attack methods to try to restrain the opponent, and I will leave the job of beheading to you."

"From Xian Yu's words, your fighting style has always been aggressive."

Muramasa held a samurai sword in one hand, and did not put on any posture, but stood in the posture he thought was the most convenient to use the sword.

"Indeed, it's time to go."

Minamoto Raimitsu lowered his center of gravity and rushed towards the shadow like a dive.

The purple electric current was attached to Dojikiri, and the fierce Demon Slaying Blade did not become dull because of the loss of his right arm, but it was sharper and more terrifying than before.

brake! !

The horizontal slash split the black shadow in half, but there was no real sense of the slash coming from the left wrist.

—Is it a shadow!

The target in front of him suddenly disappeared from the field of vision, and a biting cold came from his back.

If you turn your head now, you will be beheaded

Minamoto Raimitsu already understood this fact.But that's no excuse to stop the attacks.

"The Bull King Zhao Lei—"

Minamoto Yorimitsu tried to release the Noble Phantasm while turning around, but before that, his left arm was twisted in an impossible direction by the black chain that the shadow protruded from the void.

"This feeling……!?"

It's not just a simple chain restriction, but a black chain with a special restraint on the 'divinity'.Minamoto Larimitsu always felt that he had seen this kind of attack before.

"Look down!"

Before he could think about it, Muramasa's voice came along with the samurai sword, and Minamoto Raimitsu squatted down.The violent wind blade connected the space and the chain and split it into two halves.

There was a violent explosion sound.

"It attacked this time, but it didn't cause any damage—tsk, no matter how you look at it, this kind of monster shouldn't be reserved for an old man like me to fight against."

The second samurai sword was also broken into pieces, but the inexplicable black figure was still uninjured. The only difference was that he finally took out a nameless black sword in order to block the previous blow.

There is one last knife left.

Muramasa looked at his arm first. Although it was the unfinished "Ultimate Sword", it could only be forcibly projected at this point.

"..."

During the confrontation, the black shadow suddenly raised his head and looked at the castle tower not far away from the Weitu City.The black chains wriggling around him retreated into the shadows, and the black sword in his hand also disappeared.

Then, just as Minamoto Larimitsu didn't know how the other party got here, the black figure suddenly disappeared in front of the two of them.

"—Although I don't know what's going on, but it seems that I stopped fighting."

Muramasa frowned and stopped projecting, and the circuit board-like magic circuit on his body dimmed again.

"Because to it, we're just... woo, just 'creatures that happened to come across on the road'. If you're not in a hurry, kill them, and if you have other things to do, leave immediately."

Minamoto Larimitsu squatted on the ground with a somewhat unwilling tone, but more trembling from the pain.

That guy was completely different from any weirdness I had ever seen. As a "living person", I was already covered in cold sweat just looking at him.

"Stop talking, it's the first time I've seen a heroic spirit whose entire arm has been cut off, and the only thing I can be thankful for is probably the incomparably neat cut section——I will send you back to the hermitage, where the enchantment Good for recovery."

Muramasa walked up to Minamoto Raimitsu to bandage her temporarily, but Minamoto Raimitsu stopped him with his intact left hand.

"Please ignore me, this kind of injury is not—not fatal to Heroic Spirit."

Minamoto Larimitsu gritted his teeth and tore off the fabric of his shirt, and roughly treated the wound on his severed arm.

"You still have the mission to help the master, and I will feel later, please go to the city of disgusting soil first - that black shadow, make sure not to let that black shadow touch the string."

"Ah, really, obviously I'm just a blacksmith—understood, see you in the city of disgusting dirt."