Chapter 570: Blackening, Artoria
Almost every time the golden sword light lit up, it was like an eraser, directly clearing away the pitch-black tide of Yin Spirits.
Hum!
Hum!
That glorious spectacle made even Uchiha Madara and Gojo Satoru look sideways.
Namikaze Minato, who was unwilling to participate in this kind of struggle, constantly shifted his position in the air, and also noticed this powerful existence that had only recently appeared.
This blonde young girl had a resolute expression, as if every swing of her sword was driven by some kind of belief.
"In that sword, there is an indomitable momentum..."
Uchiha Madara originally didn't want to be mobilized by that host using this kind of despicable method. He relied on his powerful strength, feeling that as long as that guy encountered some difficult problem that required him to step forward.
The so-called resurrection would eventually arrive.
As a guy who had also been an ambitious schemer for many years, he knew very well that the so-called "resurrection" of that madman Master couldn't possibly be a purely good thing.
If it wasn't beneficial to him, that guy absolutely wouldn't do it.
So the only explanation was, even if resurrected and regaining a body of flesh and blood, it would just be reduced to a tool driven by the other party.
But at this moment, he clearly felt the intense resolve emanating from that woman, as if every sword strike was accompanied by an absolute belief in victory.
No, that was probably no longer just belief. Uchiha Madara's three-tomoe Sharingan rotated slightly, seeming to see countless figures appearing behind that woman.
As she raised both swords high, those countless figures simultaneously raised their arms and shouted, an overwhelming will permeating the entirety of that sword.
Win!
Must win!
Victory in this battle is certain!
Even if we all die, Our King... will surely win!
Boom!
Uchiha Madara, taking the Nine-Tails beneath him, quickly shifted position. He saw the monstrous sword light directly slash apart the original balance of this place.
The Millennium Ring lowered his head. In the next moment, his figure rapidly charged towards Saber.
He had an unparalleled thirst for resurrection. He still wanted to return to that hometown mired in war, to see if his younger brother and mother, who had lost him, were safe and sound.
The intense aura blooming from Artoria seemed to instantly make her the target of public criticism. Countless frenzied tides of Yin Spirits were sweeping towards her. Apart from [Black Mask], whose status faintly surpassed all Yin Spirits, standing with His hand on His sword under the broccoli-like Divine Realm artificial body, showing no intention of making a move.
Even that Guardian Spirit Lu Bu was dancing wildly with his Sky Piercer Halberd, slashing away approaching Yin Spirits, and similarly charging towards Artoria.
[Domain Expansion · Sound-Killing Underworld]!
The pitch-black Domain unfolded in an instant, the gloomy cursed energy soaring in an instant. In this special space with no life or death, no day or night, the twistedness in the Millennium Ring's heart, as a Reincarnator, grew day by day, and his cursed energy increased instead of decreasing.
Artoria turned her head, only to see a trench-coated man forming a strange hand sign with both hands. The black space behind him unfolded, directly enveloping her.
An abnormally dangerous intuition appeared.
Artoria suddenly gripped tightly with both hands, fiercely raising the Holy Sword in her hand high.
Magical energy erupted resolutely.
The Millennium Ring watched the Domain about to close, but the upper part was actually continuously agitated by the magical energy released by the [Sword of Promised Victory]. He was startled in his heart.
Could Artoria release her Noble Phantasm in this state?!
That should be impossible.
But associating it with the other party's extraordinary mastery over that Holy Sword of the Planet, and in the so-called [Round Table Conference], many Paladins had almost unconditional trust in Artoria as Arthur.
Once she truly wanted to release the Holy Sword, no one could say for sure what situation would occur.
Not daring to hesitate, the Millennium Ring spoke directly.
"Sleep!"
In this kind of place, curse-killing was completely meaningless; on the contrary, sleep was the ultimate killing move.
Sonic waves vibrated. Countless chime bells within the Domain swayed simultaneously. Artoria's whole body shook, her eyes seeming to close. But in the next moment, that sword was still resolutely slashed down.
Pfft!
Outside the pitch-black Domain, Gojo Satoru watched in astonishment as that golden sword light erupted directly from within the Domain. The Millennium Ring's spirit body inside was directly split in two, falling to the ground and subsequently returning to the Yellow Springs.
"Tsk, what a truly powerful sword, what a powerful will~"
Gojo Satoru stretched his joints and bones. At a time like this, even he had an interest in participating a bit.
But in the next moment, Black Mask, who had been completely motionless, abruptly drew His sword.
As if the entire space vibrated, the Yin Spirits too close to Him directly twisted, turning into pitch-black liquid and submerging into the sword blade He drew and pulled back.
"Black Mask, Draw Sword!"
A low voice sounded, accompanied by some kind of intense whistling sound.
Gojo Satoru, who had taken off his blindfold, had just opened his Six Eyes. Beneath Uchiha Madara, the light of Susanoo had just covered the Nine-Tails' body.
They felt an intense suction force. That feeling was so familiar; every time they were forcibly sucked back into the body by that host, it felt exactly like this. It was just that the suction force right now was a bit weaker.
But that "weakness" was only relative to powerful spirit bodies with complete self-awareness like them. On the other side, that wave-like pitch-black tide of Yin Spirits, almost accompanied by the draw of Black Mask's tachi, all turned into ink and were swallowed like a whale.
Subsequently, everyone fell silent, a strong premonition in their hearts.
"It's coming!"
Black Mask took a step forward, gripped the sword with both hands, and directly slashed horizontally towards the direction of everyone!
[God's One Strike]!
Hum!
The entire Sea of Consciousness was instantly bloomed open from the middle. Except for Kaito Shirogane, seated high on the [Throne of the Heart], whose mouth corners hooked up to reveal a cruel smile.
Everyone seemed to be directly sliced open by this sword strike.
That was a terrifying sword strike that had absorbed tens of thousands of Yin Spirits. Artoria turned her head and only had time to sideways block with her sword in front of her.
The pitch-black sword radiance seemed to divide the world. In just an instant, Artoria was slashed flying.
Right at this moment, pitch-black ink-like black mud dripped from the Throne of the Heart, like a waterfall, "coincidentally" wrapping around the slashed-flying Artoria.
This is...
Gojo Satoru, whose [Limitless] was slashed open for the first and only time in his life, tumbled with his upper body. His Six Eyes weren't closed; he took everything into his eyes.
He hadn't yet displayed his strongest posture, and that Uchiha Madara obviously hadn't entered his full-power posture either, yet Black Mask slashed out this sword so abruptly...
Everything was that host's idea; he had already chosen the person he wanted to resurrect!
No, he had already selected the target he wanted to command!
Pfft pfft pfft...
The sound of countless spirit body corpses falling into the Yellow Springs rang out. This was an extremely rare occurrence since the appearance of this space, where almost all spirit bodies were slain and thrown back into the Yellow Springs.
In an instant, the Yellow Springs seemed to boil.
White Mask managed to climb out of the Yellow Springs with great difficulty. Shaking off that state entangled with lust, she saw the black mud fall from the sky, directly submerging Artoria.
Damn it!
That guy had chosen Artoria early on...
Kaito Shirogane actually hadn't chosen Artoria early on. He actually wasn't in a hurry to turn these spirit bodies into combat power in the short term.
Relatively speaking, because it required spending the high cost of an A-Class Singularity, if it weren't for the trades with the other few assemblies and Dongxia, even if he squeezed Lee Cheong-ja and Yi Nian Qingsi dry, this would still be a luxurious cost.
If he absolutely had to choose, he might lean more towards resurrecting guys like Gojo Satoru and Uchiha Madara, who possessed special ocular jutsu and special abilities, using the black mud, as they could be useful in other aspects.
But the intense soul pulsation Artoria just bloomed made him incomparably greedy, instantly changing his mind.
"Hate, feel empty, demand..."
"Artoria Pendragon, that which you seek but cannot obtain, with me, you can seize it freely!"
(End of Chapter)
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