Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

"That's right, this is what we call an evenly matched opponent. The slight chill on the tip of my nose is just an illusion, and the trembling in my limbs is simply due to the cold weather."

"You won't run away, you won't run away, let them know you can do it—"

The blade was gripped tightly by the skirmisher's lightning armor, and the harsh friction sound blended with the hissing of the lightning element. Muramasa could feel the immense resistance from the blade, and the warm liquid gushing from the opponent's torn sole splashed on his calf.

However, Muramasa did not dodge or evade. Even though the opponent stepped on his blade, he still had one hand free.

The image of a certain person flashed through his mind, along with a certain cool Tianyuan flower that he had seen once before, and the short sword in her hand flashed through his mind.

The next moment, blue magic power condensed in his palm, and a small sword instantly took shape in his hand.

Muramasa's left hand, with the speed and angle gained by giving up defense, stabbed the short sword out without reservation!

The target was directly aimed at the skirmisher's left chest, which was exposed and relatively weakly defended due to the raised leg attack.

“You’re crazy—!!”

He originally thought that the other party would at least retreat because of his move, but the man stubbornly sent out the blade in his hand, completely ignoring his own safety.

Madman, madman, madman——!!!

One step ahead of Muramasa was the timid heart of the soldier. He cursed inwardly, hurriedly retracted his right leg, pulled back his thunder claws that were about to grab the opponent's head, and retreated his body quickly to avoid the opponent's sword tip.

"Haah...haah..."

The skirmishers' rapid breathing was like an old bellows, each inhalation tearing at their lungs, and each exhalation spewing out unspeakable horror.

"Finally I understand. You finally understand why you're so timid."

This guy can't be called a human being at all. He doesn't care what will happen to his body. He only cares about when the thing in front of him will be cut off.

Sharp, defenseless, direct and decisive, he himself is the tip of the "sword".

"besides."

besides?

"Have you forgotten? You can't forget, right?"

"You've been wandering for hundreds of years, probably because you're worried that 'it' will catch up with you."

No words, no explanation.

Even if you beg for mercy now, he won't waver in the slightest.

The Yaeguchi in his right hand was as steady as a rock, the blood on the blade and the dancing lightning arcs making a faint "sizzling" sound. The warm and sticky feeling on his calf - the blood of the stray soldier - seemed to be just a splatter of mud.

The scattered soldier, who had been completely controlled by the fear, felt only a tremor in his legs, and only a warm feeling was filling his center:

"There's no time to wait. We need to destroy his position right now—"

The soldier shouted into the communicator until he heard the voice of "Mission accomplished", which made him feel a little calmer.

However, Muramasa only lowered his head slightly, his eyes sweeping across the battle-ravaged ground beneath his feet.

The hands holding the swords dropped down very naturally - not to chop, but just like a dragonfly skimming the water, he lightly touched the "Yaegaki" and the short sword in his left hand on the cracked stone slab.

The soldiers watched his movements, their feelings shifting from relief to doubt, and finally to fear.

Why is it useless?

Dotorei, you plotted against me!

The moment the tip of the knife touched the ground, the air where the two tips of the knife touched suddenly twisted and collapsed, and then burst into a dazzling light that was impossible to look directly at!

Wherever the sword energy passed, the hard ground silently cracked into deep and smooth grooves, and no debris such as gravel and dust appeared. The sword energy that cut through the earth did not leave even a trace of powder wherever it engulfed it.

"Did you remember? Did you remember?"

"You've seen the same situation before, the same feeling of powerlessness."

"It's just that now, the offensive and defensive dynamics are different."

The soldier's pupils burst open, and the cold breath of death instantly strangled his throat, just as he had strangled the throats of those "swordsmiths" before.

"Now, it's your turn."

"They're saying it's time for you to 'pay it forward.'"

repay?

Why repay?

They betrayed me, they abandoned me, it was their fault.

“Get out of my way—!!!”

Just as the two sword energies were about to reach his chest, the soldier screamed like a dying beast! A powerful and vibrant emerald green light, completely different from the lightning, suddenly exploded from his body.

boom--!

The bright light was blinding, and an unimaginable repulsive force erupted with the scattered soldiers as the center.

The two slashes Muramasa slashed seemed to collide with an invisible, rapidly expanding giant wall! The sharp force cut through the surface of the wall, but it was completely unable to keep up with its growth rate.

"!"

Muramasa's eyes fixed, and the two blades standing on the ground crossed and blocked in front of him. The next moment, a bombardment like a modern railway behemoth at the highest speed collided head-on, and suddenly flew backwards!

He twisted his body forcefully in the air, and Yaeguchi slammed into the ground fiercely. Gravel flew everywhere, and he retreated several meters on the ground before stopping.

Muramasa's expression gradually grew serious, and his gaze turned back to the front, where the skirmishers were standing.

The light gradually faded.

Where the skirmisher originally stood, a huge and ferocious half-body energy giant stood tall!

What stood there wasn't a physical object, but rather an elemental skeleton composed of countless accumulated emerald green energies. After a brief period of solidification, countless translucent grass-elemental vines coiled and entwined, forming an energy layer extending from this skeleton.

At the core of the giant, a faint, illusory projection could be seen, emitting a soft green light, yet with a hint of unstable cracks. This was the projection he had forcibly activated, called the "Heart of God."

This energy giant, with only its upper body visible, exuded an ancient, majestic, and violent aura. Its massive energy arms clenched in a hollow grip, and the skirmishers, propelled by this immense energy, slowly floated to the core of the giant's chest.

His face was as pale as paper, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, but it was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. His eyes were filled with twisted excitement and unwillingness due to the interweaving of the two emotions of surviving a disaster and bursting with power.

After all, this power does not belong to him, it is just an "insurance" left to him by the "Doctor".

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 77: The God of Pseudo-machines

In the end, I still used Duo Tore's stuff.

The excitement in his eyes gradually faded, but his unwillingness became more rampant. Everything about him was already controlled by that man.

In the huge energy body, Sanbing moved his body and had never felt such a powerful force.

Unlike before, he felt that his body had undergone a qualitative change, even though this was only a part of the power separated from the "Heart of God" and did not even include the most important authority.

Looking at Muramasa who was suppressed by him for the first time, a certain grand vanity was satisfied:

See? I wasn't wrong.

I am always right.

"Of course you're not wrong."

"Because you're always right."

Because you have decided that you must be right, you will naturally never be wrong.

"poor guy."

Muramasa put down the two swords that were blocking in front of him. The previous attack really surprised him.

Looking at the giant fist that was slowly withdrawing after hitting him, he did not act hastily. Instead, he mobilized the magic power in his body and silently chanted:

"Analysis."

His eyes projected the other party's huge body, unfolding its structure in front of him.

This war god-like giant body is centered around its chest—that puppet. The farther away from the center, the lower the magical and elemental power content.

Other than that, the distribution is very even, with no obvious weaknesses.

"Submit to this gesture."

Without giving Muramasa too much time to think, the soldier controlled the huge emerald green energy arm, and with a dull whistling sound that tore through the air, he grabbed towards Muramasa who was still analyzing its structure.

A strong wind blew in his face, making the long cape on Muramasa's shoulders rustle.

The huge emerald green fist grabbed down with the power to crush mountains. Under the twisted and excited gaze of the scattered soldiers, the tiny figure seemed to be grasped in the palm of the hand and crushed into powder in the next moment.

But Muramasa didn't retreat, nor did he block the huge palm that covered a wide area. At the moment when the shadow was about to close, he suddenly exerted force on his toes and rushed forward!

"Want to escape? Insect..."

The scattered soldier looked at the insect-like knife maker, snorted coldly in the giant's chest, and his giant palm closed and smashed down in an instant.

However, Muramasa simply lowered his body, and lifted "Yaegaki" to his back with his right arm. The extremely sharp blade now restrained its edge.

At the moment when the giant emerald green arm that covered the sky and the sun was about to fall on his head with a force of tremendous weight, the dull sound of confrontation exploded. The demon sword that had briefly blocked the power of the Thunder God declared to his rebellious son, "You are still too young."

The "Yaegaki" placed diagonally on Muramasa's back was caught with incredible precision at the weak point of the joint where the giant wrist pressed down!

The enormous force was cleverly guided and deflected, and the soldier's determined attack was actually deflected by the blade, with most of the force being dissipated along the blade.

It's now.

The blocking right arm suddenly pushed outward, completely unleashing the power of "Yaegaki", further dispersing the heavy energy wrist, and at the same time raising the other short sword that was kept at the waist and ready for action.

"Aha!!"

With a short and sharp shout, the small sword turned into a cold silver line in Muramasa's hand, and the magic power condensed on the blade burst out in an instant.

There was no earth-shattering sound, only a sharp sound as if thick cloth was being torn apart, and the small sword cut into the giant arm condensed with emerald green energy without any hindrance!

The giant arm didn't break! Although the crack was deep enough to see the bone, it almost penetrated two-thirds of the arm's diameter, revealing the core energy flow flowing like meridians inside.

However, due to the slightly short range of the blade itself, it was ultimately unable to completely cut off the attack.

Realizing that the attack had failed, the skirmisher regained his usual composure and sneer, controlling the other intact giant arm.

"You've finally shown your true colors, you insect."

The distorted laughter of the skirmisher echoed in the energy core, filled with a vengeful pleasure. "Have you witnessed the power of this 'false god's body'?"

Before he finished speaking, a highly compressed ball of energy condensed into shape in the palm of his other intact giant arm. Without hesitation, the soldier clenched his fingers together.

“Too shallow.”

Muramasa let out a light "tsk" and wanted to escape from this dangerous situation, but the heavy pressure on his back slowed him down for a moment.

The energy ball instantly collapsed and stretched, turning into an extremely condensed emerald green beam of light, only as thick as an arm.

Muramasa was suppressed and had nowhere to escape. His left arm, which was holding the katana, only had time to pull down the long cape behind him.

Om-! !

The destructive beam of light hit him with incredible precision as he paused slightly due to blocking the giant arm!

This time there was a dull thud, accompanied by a shock wave of exploding energy. Muramasa's body was engulfed in a destructive light, and his entire body was blown away.

He was thrown back by the overwhelming force! Like a stone thrown from a catapult, he drew a chaotic arc in the air and crashed heavily into the sea in the distance.

"This is really not good."

The long shawl on his back had protected him from the momentary damage, preventing him from losing control of his body. Muramasa, in mid-air, tried to adjust his posture, but the high-speed impact forced him to barely manage it, barely able to look back at the increasingly proud head.

There was even more contempt in his eyes, and the giant body that had been cut in half before did not recover at this time.

Can't do it?

An increasingly sinister smile crossed the soldier's face, and he immediately raised his nearly broken wrist and aimed it at Muramasa. The giant arm, on the verge of breaking, trembled violently, and the vast emerald green energy that originally formed the palm was forcibly squeezed and compressed by an invisible hand, twisting into another energy storm!

This storm was far less intense than before, and was simply caused by the puppet's own bad taste and arrogance.

"Go! Crush him!"

The soldier clenched his fingers together, as if crushing an invisible core. The highly compressed, unstable emerald green energy instantly escaped his control and transformed into a vertical storm.

Muramasa's pupils shrank suddenly.

There was nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, and his just-moved stance was already at its limit. Facing this energy missile that was locked onto him and had a huge range, he had almost no way to avoid it!

The demon sword "Yaegaki" and the kodachi instinctively crossed in front of him to block, and magic power was injected madly, ready to withstand this devastating blow.

Crash-!