The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 322 So, what should you do with the second one?

The shape of the earth! The Vajra Tripod!
Beneath the shaking sea, the ground was rumbling violently. Under the influence of the shock waves, countless hills rose up, and endless cracks sank into canyons.

The propagation speed of this solid shock wave is much faster than that of the case where air is the medium. Therefore, once it is released, the soldiers and horses in the distance, where flames of war are burning and thick mist is rising, are madly swallowed up by the huge waves and tsunamis that are shaking under the indirect effect.

"not good!"

When Takeda Shingen and others sensed the sudden madness of the sea, their hearts began to beat wildly.

"Don't look back, keep running! Speed ​​up! Charge!" Takeda Shingen probably still wanted to continue struggling. He stopped some of his teammates who couldn't help but want to look back. At this time, they must concentrate on their work, otherwise they would think they were not dying fast enough!

All the heroic swordsmen galloped on their horses, the wind element surged faster and faster, even causing the horses' legs to leave dazzling afterimages.

Boom! Without any warning, a dark, round sword wave with a yellowish ochre hue descended from the sky. It was Emiya's sword wave, like a ruthless falling Feilai Peak!
No, the destructive power of that sword wave is like a meteorite impact like the "Heavenly Shocking Star". Once it lands, it will cause the annihilation of the entire army!
Takeda Shingen felt the shadow looming, looked up at this horrifying scene, and couldn't help but reveal a momentary look of bewilderment. Wasn't this exactly the same as when he had just thrown a mountain?

What goes around comes around, it really is retribution.

"Is this the end for me?"

Takeda Shingen raised the "Earth of Murakumo". This action was his strategy to escape from the battlefield. Now that the strategy was about to fail, he had no choice but to sacrifice himself and exert his last bit of energy to save the situation. "Everyone, I am not qualified as the temporary leader. Therefore, I am afraid that my journey ends here. See you later!"

Whoosh! Takeda Shingen, riding his warhorse "Black Cloud", turned in another direction and soared into the air!

"Hahaha! Burn my blood!"

In an instant, a blood-red torrent of magic power rose from Takeda Shingen's body, like a cloak of red flames. This was the magic circuit that allowed him to burn his own blood to dramatically increase his output!
The next moment, Takeda was heard chanting loudly: "Hold high the banner of Fenglinzan! Ride across heaven and earth, crimson warriors!"

Countless Burning Cavalry Regiments appeared again around Takeda. Their number was far greater than the troops summoned before, numbering over ten thousand. They were like an invincible king's army in the Warring States Period, riding on the gust of wind, burning with red flames, and merging into a collective with Takeda, who was at the vanguard.

Tomoe Gozen couldn't help but turn around and exclaimed, "Is this the former Takeda army...?"

Hijikata Toshizo nodded calmly, "Although it is completely different from the path and style of my Shinsengumi's 'Eternal Loyalty' banner, I accept it!"

This is the effect of Takeda Shingen maximizing the release of the Noble Phantasm "Wind, Forest, Fire and Mountain", which is enough to summon the Twenty-Four Generals of Takeda and the Takeda Army in its heyday. However, the price is that Takeda Shingen needs to overload and burn his own spiritual base.

If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the only peak attack!

"Ohhhh, experience the majesty of the Tiger of Kai galloping across the battlefield!"

With his back to his teammates who were going away, Takeda Shingen led the entire army without hesitation and launched a desperate counterattack. Wearing the artifact "Shield Armor", he was like a moving fortress. Holding the divine sword "Earth of Murakumo" in his hand, he swung the earth-colored sword light, giving the entire Takeda army a considerable degree of protection.

Thus, the vast army, surpassing all its past strength and reaching its peak, burned with blood-red flames and harnessed the fierce wind, like a massive fireball hurtling backwards, crashing into the dark meteorite falling from the sky! This time, even if it was a complete divine-level attack, they would fight to the death to block it!
Boom!

At the moment of the head-on collision, an almost visible circular shock wave spread rapidly along the point where the two touched.

Shingen Takeda, bearing the brunt of the impact, felt his entire body tremble violently as he collided with the dark, round sword wave, followed by an overwhelming sense of heaviness pressing down from above. Even with the protection of the Earth Sky Murakumo, the Shieldless Armor still creaked and groaned under the weight.

"Charge!" he roared with all his might.

All around Takeda, countless cavalrymen charged forward, charging into him with their flaming bodies. However, unlike Takeda, they had less protection, so the collision was like an egg hitting a rock, shattering them instantly.

But tens of thousands of people, tirelessly and fearlessly, charged forward, following Takeda's command. The sheer scale of the scene was so overwhelming that it grieved Takeda's heart.

But anyway, hard work pays off. After all of Takeda's soldiers sacrificed their lives in the physical charge and Takeda's own artifact, the Shield of No Armor, was permanently damaged, Emiya's attack was finally successfully blocked and failed to land.

"Hahaha!"

Takeda gasped and forced a smile. His face was pale and blood was oozing from his facial features. This was a sign that his body's circuits were out of control and his spiritual foundation was severely damaged. In fact, he was at the end of his rope and was about to retire.

However, he was happy that he had effectively blocked Emiya's attack, bought time for his teammates to escape, and barely maintained the results of the operation.

"interesting……"

The vast and distant sound, accompanied by the rumbling thunder, made Takeda's expression freeze.

"—So, what are you going to do about the second shot?"

Before he finished speaking, the sky was once again shrouded in a larger shadow, and an even larger dark sword wave, which completely blocked out the moonlight in the sky, came crashing down from the sky.

Despair enveloped the faces of the four heroic swordsmen.

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In the burning city of Tokyo, the air was inevitably filled with a lingering smell of burnt and sulfur. This extremely poor air quality, full of toxic components, was definitely not a "livable" refuge, even for a short stay.

But the people had no choice. If they stayed in the Night Food World where the Supreme War took place, it was likely that none of the people who had fled here would survive.

"Mr. Abbas, can you hold on? We'll soon find an area with better air."

Mashu, carrying a massive shield, stepped steadily and powerfully, standing out from the crowd. After all, she was a legitimate Sub-Servant, and even the best hybrids couldn't match her.

In contrast, Abbas was only recovering from a serious injury. His body was sweating profusely in the scorching Tokyo environment. "It's okay, I can hold on."

He shook his head. Theoretically, he shouldn't be this weak, but for some reason, ever since he left Night Eater and arrived in this burning Tokyo, he has been seeing overlapping hallucinations.

It seemed as if countless dead people had turned into translucent ghosts, looking hideous and howling in a trance. After Abbas received the hallucination, he felt dizzy and sweating frequently.

Burning... The overwhelming heat and the fiery red burning background, coupled with the illusion of truth or falsehood, is simply a waking nightmare.

Abbas couldn't help but recall his childhood in the war-torn town on the edge of the Middle East. The orphanage where he lived as a child was also destroyed in a raging fire, and even the director who adopted him died there. It was almost his biggest nightmare.

“…We’re almost there! Great…”

Abbas heard Minamoto no Raikou and Mashu, who were leading the crowd, communicating with each other. Only the faint sound of their conversation could be heard, and he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But a new illusion suddenly appeared in his vision - hordes of hideous and roaring ghosts rushed out from the dark mouth of the ruins and attacked the group of survivors!
"Be careful! Right!" Abbas shouted subconsciously.

Mashu turned her head and looked back with a puzzled look on her face. She didn't find anything over there. There was only the whistling hot wind that passed through the gaps between the empty collapsed buildings, producing a whimpering and chaotic echo.

"Eh? Mr. Abbas, did you hear wrong?"

"Huh? Sorry... maybe it's an illusion--" Abbas rubbed his eyes, and after realizing that there was nothing, his voice dropped.

"..." "Mash!"

Not long after, Minamoto no Raikou's tone suddenly became alert and nervous in the distance. "Protect the people and lead them a few hundred meters to the left. There is the Minamoto Building, which was renovated this year. It's sturdy and fire-resistant. It's the relocation site that I and the Snake Eight Families have chosen... You, Chaldea, also need a temporary base, right?"

"Yes, yes!" Mashu subconsciously agreed when she heard Minamoto no Raikou's unquestionable tone. She hurriedly ran to communicate with several priests of the Snake Eight Families, asking the people to hold on a little longer and move to the Genji Building.

Then, while covering the rear of the crowd, Mashu realized something was wrong. She turned and shouted from a distance, "Ms. Minamoto no Raikou, are you leaving the group...?"

"Be careful, the uninvited guests have arrived!"

Minamoto no Raikou drew out his blade, and the sharp edge of "Ame no Murakumo" gleamed with brilliance and was extremely sharp.

Da da da.

It sounded like some kind of boots stepping on the ground and blowing away the air.

Mashu's breathing stagnated, and she looked carefully in the direction where Minamoto no Raikou drew his sword. Distorted shadows gradually floated in the air, and a shadow... no, a human figure covered in a cloak appeared.

A slightly sharp sneer filled the air:
"I never thought we could meet again in this era, head of the Minamoto family! Haha, I once read a few fortunes for you, and you were assisted by a god, slaying the demon of Mount Oe, the Gyuto bird... and countless other demons that wreaked havoc on the region. You're truly a hero of our time!"

"What a shame! Now you're leading a bunch of common people around, wandering around everywhere... Hey, do you know that this Tokyo City should have been the base for your descendants of the Genji clan to plan and construct? You look like a bereaved family... Ahem, haha, this is a little too ironic."

Minamoto no Raikou just frowned as he listened. "You're playing tricks on me. It's incomprehensible. What on earth do you want to say?"

"Alright, alright...are you so distant? As a former ally, I, Abe Haruaki, have given Genji plenty of advice, right? Seeing as we meet today, why don't we join forces, discard those burdens, sit back and watch the fight unfold, and finally, easily share in the fruits of victory in the Holy Grail War!"

"...What a joke! I'm the Genji general, how could I make such a solitary decision?"

"Besides, you're not Lord Seimei at all! If Lord Seimei were here, he wouldn't be so sneaky and malicious in front of me."

Minamoto no Raikou immediately spotted the other party's suspicion. Unlike an immature Sub-Servant like Mashu, she had already noticed this guy wandering around the civilian group. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so worried about leading the team herself. After all, the Snake Eight Clan could have accomplished the task just as well.

Abbas of Chaldea, on the other hand, was able to detect the attacking intentions of this guy hiding in the shadows in advance. His perception was quite astonishing. Otherwise, this sneaky guy would not have appeared so easily.

"Besides, your words are so harsh. When did Lord Qingming change his temper?"

"Haha, hahahaha!" The cloaked man suddenly laughed loudly, and the laughter was so intense that it seemed to make his stomach hurt. "Oh my, Lord Minamoto no Raikou, you win! You win again in this era! I just can't imitate the tone of that guy Qingming! Wuwuhehehehe!"

The sorcerer, wearing a multi-colored monk's robe from the Heian period and holding the "Conflict of Tenkumo", finally made his official appearance.

"You are—Ashiya Doman!"

Minamoto no Raikou was a bit surprised at first, then suddenly realized, "...The Heroic Sword Master's transformation magic was performed by you, right?"

The truth is almost revealed.

Caster Ashiya Doman is indeed the culprit of everything. He is an Onmyoji whom Minamoto no Raikou knew during his lifetime. Although he is a monk, he regards the strongest Onmyoji at that time, Abe Haruaki, as his nemesis or opponent. He is an out-and-out evil person with a malicious heart. He is not the evil ghost that a demon slayer should kill, but he is more harmful than a demon.

Mashu, the Little Encyclopedia, also immediately thought of who Ashiya Doman was:
"Ashiya Doman, also known as Doma Hoshi and Monk Doman, was a figure from the Heian period. Legend has it that as an 'opposition' monk-onmyoji, Doman was hostile to the official Onmyoji bureau and Haruaki, who was loyal to the regent Fujiwara no Michinaga. To this end, he joined Fujiwara no Akimitsu, Michinaga's political enemy. However, he was defeated by Haruaki in a subsequent curse ritual against Michinaga, and was eventually exiled to Harima by the imperial court."

"Yes! I failed!"

Ashiya Michiman nodded in acknowledgment, his face gloomy as if dripping with water. "I have always thought that I didn't hate anything, but after tasting failure that day, I began to hate Abe Haruaki more than ever!"

"Minamoto no Raikou, do you still remember? The Onmyoji Bureau under your court once studied a spell called 'Kimono Katsu'. Hehehe, you regarded it as the representative of the Onmyoji school!"

When Minamoto no Raikou heard this, he suddenly remembered something, "'Seize the soul and kill the general, prove the truth by death'?"

"Exactly! Exactly!" Ashiya Doman gritted his teeth. "Haruaki is obviously very proud of his development of this technique, isn't he? Haruaki and his gang of Onmyoji doctors used the 'Ki Sheng' contract on ferocious beasts and demons, creating 'Shikigami' that can be driven at will. They defeated me on the day I was preparing the curse ritual!"

(Word Spirit Serial Number 09: Ghost Victory, Bloodline Origin: White King. While Ghost Victory is in effect, the caster's own strength and flexibility will greatly increase, cell division will be accelerated, wound healing will be promoted, and the will to kill will be greatly enhanced, making them as ferocious as a demon. This is the origin of the name of this Word Spirit.)
(This word spirit has the potential to rise. After rising, all creatures within the domain will forget the pain due to the will of the releaser and instinctively obey the releaser and become his friends. Some ancient Onmyojis used the word spirit to strike contracts with creatures, thus driving them like "Shikigami".)
"Hateful Qingming! Hateful Onmyoji! If I had one more chance, I could turn this defeat around!"

Ashiya Michiman opened his arms wide, his expression bordering on madness. "Hahaha! Thanks to the Holy Grail War, thanks to me receiving Satan's blessing, I was able to develop the 'Heroic Swordsman' and completely surpass the Onmyoji who supported your Minamoto family!"

"Look at this perfect swordsman transformation technique. His power is surging, his bloodlust is rising. If the cause and effect hadn't been severed, he wouldn't have died even if his bones were crushed to dust! This is a shikigami born for battle!"

"No—even if the karma is severed, my transformation technique will still collect souls. Hehehe, hahahaha! O Gen family, my people, look upon the millions of souls I have collected in this Holy Grail War, as well as those four heroic swordsmen and my goalkeeper!"

Ashiya Michiman held up the Tenkumo of Strife, "——Unleashing the Noble Phantasm, 'Raging Waves: The Castle of Disgust'!"

The world has changed... A blood-red full moon, a demonic aura rolling in...

No, Tokyo was under a veritable infernal invasion. The air, already thick with the smell of burning, began to carry the stench of decaying corpses. The burning ruins of buildings twisted and distorted rapidly, as if entwined with long, disgusting tentacles of flesh and blood.

Then the surging flesh and blood pushed open the building, and hideous and distorted humanoid monsters were continuously pulled out from under the rubble. Shadows were everywhere, and those monsters that still had human appearances were undoubtedly... the people who had died in Tokyo!
"You bastard, you evil person, you have committed a heinous crime and are beyond redemption!"

Minamoto no Raikou shouted angrily.

However, the sorcerer Ashiya Doman's response was only to sneer, "Minamoto no Raikou, the obstacle I failed to eliminate has now become a defeated skeleton at the hands of the four great commanders!"

The Sky of Strife's Kusanagi waved his sword, emitting a purple-red divine light, and then the four heroic swordsmen who had "disappeared in a flash" on Emiya's side were dragged out from underground - it was obvious that after they were destroyed by Emiya, their souls were taken away.

The special effect of Murakumo of Strife is to enhance an indefinite amount of objects and give them a "split" of Murakumo of Strife, which is a smaller size of Murakumo of Strife, equivalent to a top-level battlefield assistant.

To be honest, if Ashiya Doman had not run away on the spot during the Night Food Festival, Takeda Shingen and his men would not have lost so badly. Although they still couldn't win, at least they wouldn't be too desperate and powerless.

Unfortunately, after being transformed into Heroic Swordsmen, they had long lost their freedom, so Ashiya Doman sold out his teammates without any hesitation.

What's even more pitiful is that the four gatekeepers, Takeda Shingen, Hozoin Tsujun, Tomoe Gozen, and Hijikata Toshizo, are now being controlled by the sinister guy who betrayed his teammates. Surrounded by the thick evil aura of the Impure World Castle, they each hold a magic sword and begin to besiege Minamoto no Raikou.

"How dare a defeated general like you act so violently?"

Minamoto no Raikou held the Ten no Murakumo tightly in his hand, raised it above his head, and boom! As if in response from heaven, a huge group of thunders rained down!
"O great power of Indra, the god of thunder, take on the form of my memory!"

"——The Noble Phantasm 『Summoning the Buddha Emperor: Heaven's Net is Vast』!"

In an instant, violent thunder fell and transformed into four identical figures beside Minamoto no Raikou, each holding different weapons, but the one thing they had in common was the mighty lightning wrapped around the blade of the Ame no Murakumo sword!

(End of this chapter)