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Chapter 54: All the World's Evil? Fake Caladbolg
Hagoromo Gitsune naturally saw the arrogant Cu Chulainn as well, and she desperately wanted to teach this conceited person a lesson.
But unfortunately, she was pinned down tightly by Nurarihyon, completely unable to split her attention.
At the same time, Heracles turned his body suddenly, launching an attack toward the area where the yokai were most densely packed.
His body could be seen crouching slightly, his muscles expanding, the stone axe raised high up, and then slammed down abruptly!
Boom!
The exact second the axe blade planted into the ground, a fissure exploded out from beneath his feet, spreading forward like black lightning; wherever it passed, the stones on the ground's surface crumbled into dust, and the earth split open to create a fissure one zhang deep.
The yokai along the path, regardless of being large or small, if they weren't sent flying into the air, they were directly smashed into the depths of the fissure, screaming as they fell into the bottomless darkness.
The entire terrain on the northeastern side of Nijo Castle was completely altered by this single strike of his.
Yumesaki saw this scene and couldn't help but let out a whistle, Those two are doing quite well, but we can't let them keep killing like this. If they really kill off all the yokai in Kyoto, who will be left to serve as experiment subjects?
He turned his head to look at Medusa for a brief moment, Next, I'll trouble you, Medusa.
Medusa nodded, then glanced briefly toward the yokai of Kyoto.
Mystic Eyes of Petrification, activated.
In the next second, a massive area of yokai was petrified, turning into stone statues one after another.
Medea and Serie took advantage of this opportunity to gather up all of these petrified yokai; in the future, these would all be their testing subjects.
It looks like you've reached the end of your rope, Hagoromo Gitsune.
After Nurarihyon saw this sight, he laughed with delight. With the intervention of this group of powerful humans, Hagoromo Gitsune's defeat and death were only a matter of time.
Once he thought about being able to finally end this bad blood of several hundred years, the smile at the corner of Nurarihyon's mouth grew brighter than sunlight.
Hagoromo Gitsune's face looked grim as she stared at the proud-looking Nurarihyon, the nine tails behind her body moving without pause, and the churning Yoki was spreading, spreading, and spreading again.
Foolish Nurarihyon, do you truly believe you have won!
She suddenly became calm, and a strange smile appeared on her face.
This smile gave Nurarihyon's heart a great shock. Applying self-empathy, if he were to swap places with her, facing a dead end like this, he definitely wouldn't be able to smile.
Yet Hagoromo Gitsune could still smile, showing that this person was not at the end of her rope.
A powerful sense of unease enveloped his heart in an instant.
Hagoromo Gitsune said coldly: Why do you think I occupied Nijo Castle as a base? Is it because it looks beautiful here?
She didn't expect Nurarihyon to answer her question; she asked and answered it herself: No, of course not.
The reason why we made this place our base is because this was once the center of power.
It is the gathering place of the underground Ley Line.
We had to use the Ley Line here to feed the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, but even more so, it was to seal an item.
Now it is time to bring this item out.
As soon as Hagoromo Gitsune's sentence finished, a sound resembling shattering glass echoed throughout Nijo Castle.
In an instant, the entirety of Nijo Castle began to emit a low rumbling sound; it was the rumbling sound of the Ley Line being forcibly damaged.
The earth beneath their feet cracked, the ruins shattered, and an ancient, evil power awakened from deep underground, pulverizing all the stone fragments, broken wood, and roof debris into dust before rising from the original spot.
Beads of black smoke emerged from the ground beneath their feet, forming a black torrent in the blink of an eye, surging into the sky.
Within this black torrent, Yumesaki saw a massive number of Wraiths and persecuted souls.
These persecuted souls gathered together, letting out silent roars, wanting to break free from the torrent, but they were held back tightly by the black torrent, possessing absolutely no power to break free.
Hey, hey, hey, this is a joke, right? How could such a thing exist?
Nurarihyon's forehead broke out in beads of cold sweat; he recognized it, this black torrent was a curse, a curse unleashed by all the persecuted souls who had died at the hands of Hagoromo Gitsune and her yokai subordinates.
Hagoromo Gitsune had lived in this world for more than a thousand years, and after becoming the Lord of Pandemonium, her behavior had grown increasingly unbridled.
Over the years, the people who died directly at their hands numbered more than just a hundred thousand; the people who died indirectly at their hands were as numerous as the hairs on a cow.
Based on logic, this group of dead people should have entered hell and undergone reincarnation.
But Hagoromo Gitsune did not release them; instead, she gathered them all and sealed them beneath the Ley Line of Nijo Castle.
Because this group of Wraiths could not undergo reincarnation, they cursed Hagoromo Gitsune and her subordinates at every single moment.
The accumulation of hatred and curses over several hundred years had materialized tangibly from the start, binding onto one another.
When the seal was released, the hatred, curses, and dead souls surfaced all at once.
Hagoromo Gitsune's figure rose slowly at the center point of the torrent of curses.
Her clothes had been completely soaked by the black curse, but the corners of her mouth were smiling.
Meanwhile, around her body, the curse was condensing to form a shape.
It was a massive, pitch-black cocoon of curses.
On the surface of the curse cocoon, the faces of the dead from over the hundreds of years twisted, struggled, and wailed. Each face tried to break free from the cocoon wall, but every struggle only caused them to sink deeper.
Their pain provided an endlessly flowing stream of energy for the cocoon, and every time the cocoon pulsed, it made the sky over Nijo Castle turn one level darker.
This thing is... All the World's Evil?
Looking toward the cocoon behind Hagoromo Gitsune, Yumesaki couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
There was no other choice; this item brought out by Hagoromo Gitsune was simply far too similar to All the World's Evil—it couldn't be said to be exactly the same, but it could be said to have a ninety percent resemblance.
Truly a talented individual.
Yumesaki couldn't help but admire; to unexpectedly be able to artificially create an item resembling All the World's Evil, how could she not be considered talented?
Now is not the time to be making sarcastic remarks.
Heroic Spirit Emiya leveled a critique, Hagoromo Gitsune clearly plans to use this thing to cultivate poison, creating a massive entity. If it isn't stopped, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Yumesaki thought that made sense too, pointing toward the pitch-black curse cocoon and saying: It's best if you're the one to step forward.
Heroic Spirit Emiya nodded, raising his head to look over there; Hagoromo Gitsune's figure was gradually merging into the curse cocoon.
Her body was undergoing a semi-transparent process, blending into a single entity with the wailing faces on the cocoon wall.
At this second, Heroic Spirit Emiya's pupils trembled violently.
Because he realized he had underestimated Hagoromo Gitsune. Hagoromo Gitsune didn't merely want to use the curse cocoon to create a massive entity, but rather, she clearly wanted to swallow the curse cocoon in one bite as nourishment.
Then transform herself into a monster that had never existed before.
This cannot be allowed.
Heroic Spirit Emiya's gaze turned unprecedentedly serious; the second he raised his right hand, a bow was added to his grip.
The entire bow was pitch-black, silver circuits appearing across the bow's body, both ends extending to form an asymmetrical curved line, like the remains of a ruined weapon forced into the shape of a bow.
Meanwhile, his right hand was drawing the bowstring.
Upon the bowstring, there was no arrow.
But it didn't matter, because he could create an arrow.
Heroic Spirit Emiya's gaze locked onto Hagoromo Gitsune, the furrow between his brows as deep as a knife carving, his lips moving faintly, incanting a spell that did not belong to this world:
I am the bone of my sword.
In an instant, his Magic Circuits seemed like a fuse being lit, operating with a rumbling sound inside his body.
The Mana particles between his ten fingers condensed, spinning and clashing against one another at a speed visible to the naked eye, the light exploded illuminating the entire night sky like daytime.
Projection Magic, operating at full power.
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.
An arrow appeared.
No, rather than calling it an arrow, it was better to call it a sword, only this sword was highly bizarre.
How bizarre was it?
The blade of this sword, rather than being called a blade, was better described as a spiral long lance; this was completely different from the blade in people's memories.
Yet this item was the Demonic Sword possessed by the hero Fergus mac Róich in Celtic mythology, forged by fairies and containing the power of lightning, its name meaning "hard lightning" or "lightning-like strike."
Fergus had once held this sword to destroy three great mountain peaks of Ulster; legend said the sword light unleashed when swinging the sword stretched out like a rainbow, and because of this, the sword was also called Caladbolg.
Heroic Spirit Emiya was not Fergus, so naturally, he wouldn't possess the original Caladbolg either.
This sword was an item created by Heroic Spirit Emiya using his Projection Magic... Fake Caladbolg!
If combined with Heroic Spirit Emiya's use of Broken Phantasm, the destructive power unleashed wouldn't lose by too much to the original version.
At this second, Heroic Spirit Emiya drew the bow to its limit.
The body of the bow let out a creaking sound from being unable to bear the weight, the projected sword-arrow resting upon the bowstring as the spiral tracks on the arrow's body began to spin at high speed. With every single rotation, the air around tore apart one level harsher.
Sensing the crisis coming from a distance, Hagoromo Gitsune roared loudly.
Don't you ever think about doing it!
Her voice exploded out from inside the curse cocoon, nine fox tails piercing simultaneously toward the position where Heroic Spirit Emiya stood.
The torrent of black curses condensed into nine tentacles resembling giant pythons, extending all the way toward that direction.
Yet Heroic Spirit Emiya did not budge; he didn't even look toward those nine curse tentacles pouncing toward his face.
Because he knew this thing wouldn't touch him.
Get lost for me!
An arrogant, wild voice exploded loudly.
Nurarihyon's figure appeared suddenly in front of the curse tentacles, his physical strength still far from recovered, both of his legs even trembling faintly, but he held his ground there.
Nenekirimaru was held horizontally in his hands, silver light flaring fiercely across the blade.
Begone!
A single slash was unleashed, the blast of wind from the clash destroying the roof tiles of houses within a radius of half a li.
Both of Nurarihyon's sleeves exploded into shreds simultaneously, beads of blood bursting out densely across his skin, but he didn't retreat a single step.
The tentacles formed from the curse turned into fragments.
Nurarihyon's satisfied voice echoed within the vacuum of space, Don't think you're the only one who can risk their life, you rotten fox!
Nurarihyon!
Hagoromo Gitsune roared madly; at this second, she couldn't wait to tear this old bastard Nurarihyon into tens of thousands of pieces.
Several hundred years ago, he had stopped her.
Several hundred years later, he had once again stopped her; could it be that this person was her natural enemy?
But right now, Hagoromo Gitsune no longer had time to curse Nurarihyon, because...
The arrow, released from the bowstring!
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