Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

Two teams of Fatui gathered in front of the village, and the rest of the people rushed into the gate quickly after hearing the order. No one wanted to be the next target.

……

Xin Hai finally arrived at the battlefield belatedly and saw the pure and intuitive results.

She didn't look at the person lying on the ground, or rather, she didn't dare to look at the person lying on the ground.

Muramasa looked back at Xinhai, and his already fair face now lost even more color. It seemed that this military advisor was not very adaptable to the real battlefield.

"Are you scared?"

The remaining two Fatui advance teams also died under Muramasa's sword, and he then looked at the huge steel fortress in front of him.

"It's just a little...uncomfortable."

She recalled the scene some time ago when she went to comfort the wounded soldiers. The scene at that time alone made her feel uncomfortable instinctively, not to mention that the intensity of the scene before her was several levels higher.

"Then you'd better adapt quickly."

Muramasa didn't say much, just offered a simple word of comfort and turned his head back to the front.

"Well, please be careful, there must be..."

Xinhai, whose brain was still unable to come to its senses after being stimulated by the battlefield, was about to move forward when he heard Muramasa continue speaking.

"There's no need to go in."

With no intention of entering, his eyes flashed with lightning, as if filled with elemental power, and then quickly scanned every corner of the building's ground floor:

"Even a giant like this has its weaknesses."

Without giving Xinhai more time to hesitate, the moment the words fell, the lightning surrounding the knife suddenly surged.

The blade no longer flashed with thin arcs of electricity, but with real liquid thunder, which attached to the surface of the blade and emitted a low humming sound. Even the surrounding air began to burn and distort.

The muscles in his arm holding the sword bulged, and the gorgeous long sword was also excited by the infusion of magic power, and the restrained sword energy condensed into substance.

"Back off!" Muramasa's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable pressure.

Xinhai obeyed almost subconsciously, tapping the ground with his toes and lightly floating back dozens of meters, stopping just at the edge of a safe distance.

She forced herself to calm down, her eyes fixed on the figure wrapped in lightning in front of her, and the steel factory that exuded a cold and oppressive feeling.

In the quiet night, the sound of footsteps rubbing against the ground was heard, and Muramasa's body immediately moved.

There were no fancy moves, no tentative attacks. His figure left behind an afterimage, his body leaving behind only an increasingly violent storm as it charged straight towards the massive load-bearing pedestal at the bottom of the Iron Fortress!

"boom--!!!"

The first knife!

The blade, with unparalleled penetrating power, pierced into the base of the steel pillar, which was as thick as several people could hug. It did not detonate the demon sword itself, but allowed the untransformed thunder element in it to be released.

The violent thunder element vented wantonly the moment it penetrated, like countless tiny snakes of destruction, rushing madly along the blade into the internal structure of the metal.

In an instant, dazzling electric light exploded from the point where the blade penetrated, and spider-web-like cracks spread inside the building along with the sound of metal tearing, instantly covering the huge pillars.

The metal destroyed by the lightning element turned a molten dark red color, and then cooled and became brittle in an instant.

This is just the beginning.

The moment Muramasa thrust his first blow, he used the recoil to draw his sword and spin, his movements fluid and without a pause. Instead of drawing his sword, he slashed through the building at near-zero range, a perfect arc of lightning etched across the night sky.

He did not stop, and with a sharp roar that tore through the air like lightning, he slashed fiercely at another adjacent load-bearing pillar!

Clang——Snap!!!

This time, it was a slash! The lightning blade, concentrated to its utmost strength, sliced ​​through the thick alloy pillar like a hot knife through butter, creating a terrifying gash several feet deep. Lightning flashed along the gash, spreading to either side of where the blade had rested. The next moment, a loud crackling sound echoed.

The Fatui's terrified cries rang out from within the fortress, but were drowned out by the loud noises of metal twisting and breaking.

After a brief pause, Muramasa landed and adjusted his body, then turned into lightning on the spot.

The third strike struck diagonally at the joints of the beams supporting the massive platform. Lightning flashed, and the few remaining wooden structures burst into flames, spreading inward like serpentine spearheads.

Even though the exterior is mostly covered in steel, the interior is still a Japanese-style wooden structure.

The fourth strike pierced directly into a node in the pipeline where the elemental core was located. The violent lightning element flowed upstream along the pipeline, triggering a series of dull explosions inside. Several parts of the outer shell were blown away by the impact from the inside out!

"To dismantle such a large fortress so easily..."

As a military strategist, Xin Hai could certainly come up with a similar plan. However, if she were to carry it out, she would probably only be able to remove a corner of the fortress by tomorrow.

If their brains were limited by similar habitual thinking, many people would probably not even consider similar possibilities, and would be caught off guard by people like him, right?

The main body of the fortress, having lost its underlying support, began to collapse irreversibly under the relentless pull of gravity.

The Fatui's meticulously renovated factory was, in a short time, completely dismembered and destroyed from its foundations by a single blow from each individual. Desperate cries and screams could be heard faintly from the ruins, but they were quickly drowned out by the roar of the exploding energy machinery within.

The so-called reaping what you sow.

I don't know how many mechanisms the other party has arranged inside, to the point that after the explosion, a fainting purple smoke spewed out from it. I'm afraid that because of the poisonous gas, they didn't even leave a window except for a few doors on the first floor.

It was also because of these things that the fools inside were almost unable to escape.

"it's over?"

Xinhai murmured in disbelief.

"Not yet, although most of the guys inside should have died..."

As soon as Muramasa finished speaking, a huge amount of lightning elemental power continued to gather from the center of the huge ruins, escaping into deep purple lightning, followed by another explosion.

Peng!

The collapsed building in the center of the ruins was propped open by this enormous energy, and a disheveled figure immediately climbed up from it. The androgynous face was covered with dust and debris, and only half of the hat on his head was left.

"You really did a lot of unnecessary things, didn't you?"

Muramasa glanced around, and all he saw was the "useless work" of the man in front of him.

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The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 75 Cutting the Skirmishers

"Heh...you seem quite smug about yourself?"

Scaramucci, who looked like a boy or girl, sneered awkwardly. His disheveled face, covered in stains and with only half of his hat left, still managed to maintain his usual coldness. However, his tightly furrowed brow had long lost his usual calmness and sarcasm, leaving only the humiliation that came from having his plan completely trampled upon.

Muramasa didn't answer, but just stared at the person in front of him, raising the blade in his hand again.

"Hmph, it's just some scrap metal...it saves me some cleaning."

However, after he finished speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the ruins under his feet. A feeling of heartbreak arose spontaneously, but he did not show it, and just turned his gaze back to the enemy.

He is the sixth Executioner, "Skirmisher," and he comes for the hunt!

It is a shame that the plan was ruined, but that was just an appetizer for insurance. As long as the target was defeated head-on and the shame was washed away by his defeat, the goal could be achieved.

“Heh…heh…”

A suppressed laugh with the sound of metallic friction squeezed out from the depths of his throat, drowning out the remaining burning sounds in the ruins.

He slowly stood up straight. Although his robe was torn and half of his hat was comically askew, he still exuded the violent energy of an executive that far surpassed that of the holder of the Eye of God.

Deep purple lightning lingered on the puppet's body, and the extended energy twisted into thick, twisted thorns, whipping the air wildly and irregularly. The gravel under the feet was instantly turned into powder by the licking of the electric arc.

"What? Isn't this quite angry?"

Muramasa, who had not replied at first, suddenly spoke up and stepped hard on Sanbing's straight and brittle toothpick nerve, almost completely destroying the expression on his face.

His laughter abruptly stopped, and he suddenly raised his hands. Deep purple lightning elemental power, like a flood bursting through a dam, frantically gathered and compressed in front of him, forming a dazzling lightning ball core.

Seeing the astonishing energy condensed in his hands, Xin Hai behind him was suddenly startled. Even if he retreated to her distance, the energy in the man's hands would still lock her in place, leaving her powerless to resist.

Fortunately, his eyes were not looking over here. The soldier's mind was full of anger because of the man's bluntness, and he was determined to make him regret what he had done.

"Shut up!"

As he shouted in a restrained low voice, the thunder ball that had been condensed to the extreme exploded and turned into thousands of violent lightning spears!

Each lightning spear was wrapped in the breath of destruction, tearing through the air and emitting a deafening scream, like a net of punishment sent down by the gods, instantly covering the large area where Muramasa was.

The ground was plowed into deep, charred grooves, and the gravel was shattered even further by thunder before it hit the ground. The vision of the heart sea behind was instantly occupied by a destructive purple and white.

Muramasa didn't move. He looked at the sky full of lightning, but he was connecting it with the "Judgment" he had seen before, thinking about how the two compared in strength.

At the same time, the demon sword in his hand rang slightly, and he moved his body as before -

The sharp sound of metal clashing rang out, and the lightning spear that was powerful enough to pierce through steel and evaporate rocks was easily deflected to the side. The shattered purple lightning splashed like fireworks, turning into fine lightning fragments around Muramasa.

“That’s the feeling…”

Muramasa felt the will of the blade in his hand and used it to drive his body.

His feet sank, bent, and took root in the earth, and with a burst of short-term strength, he moved and changed in a small space, narrowly avoiding the lightning plow marks that exploded under his feet again and again.

The demon sword in his hand turned into a blur of light and shadow, and every swing was just right to block the inevitable murderous intent.

"No... Impossible! You, ant...!"

The cold mask on the soldier's face completely shattered, leaving only twisted disbelief.

He saw with his own eyes that the thousand lightning spears that he was so proud of, which were enough to destroy an army in an instant, were actually shattered and deflected one by one by the opponent with a knife in such a humiliating way!

He infused his attack with all his anger and murderous intent, as if it was just a backdrop for the other party to verify a certain idea, and it was just a stage for him to verify the weight of the weapon in his hand.

Muramasa's figure became clear again for a moment in the gap between the lightning explosions.

He even had time to raise his eyes, and his deep eyes penetrated the dense smoke and lightning, and once again accurately locked onto the scattered soldiers.

This time, those eyes were no longer as cold as before. After looking through him as if he were completely penetrated, there was something more in those eyes.

What kind of look is that?

The scattered soldier also witnessed the change in that gaze, but he couldn't tell what it contained for a moment, but the disgust in his heart grew wildly and uncontrollably.

Just looking at the other person would make him nauseous. That feeling had lasted from the first moment he saw him until now, and it was even continuing to multiply itself.

During his brief moment of shock, Muramasa's body instantly broke through the thunderstorm. The figure that broke through the thunderstorm was so fast that it seemed to teleport. One moment it was still in the intertwined web of lightning, and the next moment it was within reach of the scattered soldiers!

My body...can't move!

The knife maker, the knife maker who had the same identity as the one he once wanted to take revenge on, was right in front of him, so why couldn't he move his body!

The soldier's pupils suddenly contracted, and he forced his body, which had been momentarily stagnant, to move. The suddenly enlarged figure, with its coldness and an indescribable scrutiny, instantly filled his entire field of vision.

In a hurry, he no longer had time to condense the huge elemental power. He could only drive the violent lightning wrapped around his body into physical arm armor and claws, crossing them in front of him to block, while his body quickly retreated backwards.

clang--! ! !

The piercing metallic explosion was so hoarse that it seemed to cut the eardrums. The demon sword's restrained sharpness was completely released, and almost all the creatures on the island felt as if their bodies were cut open.

When Xinhai saw that the knife maker he had just met had such strength, besides being shocked, another thought came to his mind.

No, it should be said that some thoughts that were originally forgotten still remain in my mind -

How to not forget? Xinhai focused all his attention on it and then took action with determination.

While Xinhai was taking action, Muramasa on the other side did not stop either.

The slightly fancy "Yaegaki" in his hand slashed down without any fanfare, heavily slamming into the skirmisher's hastily constructed lightning gauntlet! Violent purple lightning exploded instantly, but it did not directly cleave the man in front of him in two. The first time the slash was blocked, Muramasa's expression relaxed slightly.

The lightning-transformed armor emitted arcs of electricity that flew wildly, making a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

Even though the attack didn't penetrate, the immense force still pierced through the lightning armor, crashing fiercely into the skirmisher's arms, making him feel as if his solid puppet body had been struck by a battering ram. His joints creaked under the weight, and he slid backward uncontrollably, his boot soles plowing deep furrows into the charred ground.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 76 Insurance

"His strength and speed should be comparable to yours, so why are you being so suppressed?"

Seeing the scattered soldiers being knocked back by the blade, Muramasa did not stop. He lowered his body, adjusted his stance, and charged forward again, swinging the sword in his hand vigorously.

With a flip of his wrist, Muramasa held the heavy yet feather-light blade in one hand and drew a cold arc in the air, slashing from bottom to top towards the arm of the soldier that was still paralyzed after blocking.

“Get…away!”

The soldier was shocked and angry, and there was a noticeable tremor in his almost hoarse shout. His eyes lingered on the "Yaegaki" and he distinguished the traces belonging to the "Tianmu".

He suddenly raised his right leg, and the elements in his calf surged, condensing into a ferocious lightning foot armor, and he rushed towards the oncoming blade!

The upward blade hit the outer armor condensed by the thunder element, and the blade buried in it cut open his right foot, but he was determined to stop the blade even if it meant tearing the sole of his foot.

At the same time, the five fingers of the lightning claw wrapped around his left arm opened, and with a scream that tore through space, he fiercely grabbed Muramasa's head! The attack and defense switched in a flash.