I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

In terms of firepower alone, their sorcerers are far behind modern weaponry.

but.....

magnetic--!

A breathtakingly beautiful sword light, with a gentle twist, annihilated all the flames, heat, and radiation.

A swordsman with flowing black hair and a cold demeanor slowly stepped out.

Unscathed.

"continue!"

While the others were still in shock, Kazuma continued to give orders.

The general next to him immediately took command from the command post according to his own tactical level.

Actually, no tactics are needed.

The other party didn't try to escape or dodge at all, just walked over step by step, as if a sky was pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe.

Nearly a kilometer stretch of coastline was engulfed in the intense flames of the missile's thermobaric projectiles, layer upon layer, one after another, crisscrossing each other, covering half the sky in flames.

This caused a great deal of noise and panic in Tokyo.

But... it's meaningless.

The swordsman slashed with his sword without making a sound.

But the invisible sword light condensed into a line, gently slicing through the flames, cutting through the void, solidifying into a line, and cutting through the gray sea of ​​clouds.

The blasted boulders, each weighing tens of tons, were sliced ​​in two like feathers, passing right in front of the swordsman.

Before this golden light, as serene as the autumn moon over a calm lake.

As if Moses had parted them, the clouds and the earth were cut straight apart, as if the heavens and the earth had been cleaved open by a giant's sword.

Vaguely.

It was as if someone was asking a question.

Why did the war begin?

Why do autumn leaves fall?

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death; the survival of the fittest; the passage of time, changing circumstances, shifting things, changes in people, upheavals, shifting feelings, fading beauty, exhaustion of talent, and death of the heart... All beings suffer; this is the way of Heaven. How can this be explained?"

The sword rang out, as if in response.

"Those who disrupt me, shall be killed!"

Those who hate me, I will kill!

"Those who love me, kill them!"

"Those who are obsessed, kill them!"

"Those who hate, kill!"

"Anyone who touches my heart, kill!"

"Those who obstruct my path to enlightenment, kill! kill! kill! kill!"

next moment.

The swords rang out, as if announcing—!

"All living beings can be killed!"

With the sound of killing intent emanating from the sword.

Even people several kilometers away were horrified.

The swordsman changed; blood crimson crept onto his long robe, and the thunder sword in his hand turned scarlet.

The crimson sword reflected his current appearance; his eyes were no longer normal human pupils, but rather silver vertical pupils surrounded by a blue halo, the pupils themselves turning into an unfathomable black.

His killing intent was almost materialized, transforming into a surging sea of ​​blood that swept across the heavens and earth. The killing intent invaded the material world, forming a cold tide that froze more than ten miles of ocean at that moment.

Birds, beasts, monsters, humans, and countless others wailed, screamed, and screamed in terror...

"Has this triggered the second stage of the explosion?"

Even Kazuma, Ayanokouji, and others who knew Rose the most felt a chill run down their spines.

Commander, you've got some serious cheat codes up your sleeve!

Oh no, this is obviously something he developed through practice. Hiss, no wonder someone with this kind of talent can dominate an entire realm and even crush the chosen heroes.

That.....

How many people were killed?

Millions, or tens of millions?

Sir, if you can't handle the problem, you decide to deal with the one who created it, right? Just kill them all, and there won't be any problems?

(Rosether: So, tell me if it's resolved or not?)

They suddenly realized that they didn't know their boss at all; it turned out that their superiors had been just as extreme before.

Suddenly I felt a little regretful.

All I know is that the commander's shadow is ultimately a rootless duckweed, and his power is limited.

Therefore, using modern weapons to wear them down might be possible.

Who knew the boss wouldn't follow any rules? It went straight into its second phase before it was even low on health.

"Run, run!"

Hachiman rushed to the command post and roared.

but.....

That's too late.

"All sins, come to me! All sins, come to me! As long as sentient beings exist, hell will never be empty! Liberation... liberation... liberation!"

Two streams of sword light flowed out, neither blood-red nor ferocious, and certainly not bloody.

Instead, the silvery-white sword light transformed into pure white, sweeping away countless warplanes with a single stroke, and gently turning on the sea surface with another.

On the sea, battleships, command ships, cruisers, submarines, nuclear-powered aircraft carriers, and even deep-water attack submarines, all weighing tens of thousands of tons, came to a halt and then collapsed.

Then the two sword lights naturally merged into one, flashing past the tanks on the ground, killing all the tanks and even the drivers inside with the wind.

One breath.

Everyone was wiped out.

Even those sorcerers who didn't believe in evil and lay in ambush around the battlefield were no exception; they all died after trying it.

That kind of swordsmanship.

No matter your myriad methods or techniques, I come and go with a single sword, with unwavering resolve and chilling power to slay everything.

They finally learned their lesson, but unfortunately, they could only learn it once.

"I think I understand now..."

Nanami Kento said blankly.

He finally understood why Gojo Satoru had been killed with a single sword strike.

This is completely different from their system.

Too much purity.

Because of its pure nature, it can only fight head-on; it's either win or die.

Perhaps if some of them specialize in something and study it for a thousand or eight hundred years, they could also reach the pinnacle in another area.

Of course, no one can live that long.

Xia Youjie also fell silent.

It seems he's gone the wrong way.

If one could truly relinquish all worldly splendor, all pleasures, all fame and fortune, and all color, leaving only the ultimate essence in life, and living for a thousand years, why would one need to resort to intrigue and scheming to achieve one's ideals?

But he quickly dismissed this unreliable thought.

With this kind of willpower, what can't they succeed at?

Since he chose intrigue and deception, it shows that he simply cannot be that focused.

Yes, that's correct, but Qian's manuscript is also correct, but how many people can understand it?

"Wait, that doesn't seem to be a simple sword of killing anymore."

"The most sensitive one, Ayanokouji, was startled."

"That is a kind of compassion, a kind of liberation."

"relief?"

The sorcerers looked up and saw that the enemy had killed the chariot and soldiers with a single sword strike.

That sword was heavy, as if it bore the sins of countless people.

That is compassion, it is the granting of liberation to all beings.

This sword strike is unavoidable, for it comes from your heart.

To live is to have troubles and pains; time passes, circumstances change, things change, people change, events change, feelings shift, beauty fades, talents run dry, loved ones are separated, and desires are not fulfilled...

The moment the heart stirs, countless troubles follow, leaving one feeling neither free nor willing to sever them.

The obsession of a lover, the reliance on others—that is love, but also the root of suffering.

So be liberated, be liberated, be liberated...

Entrust everything to me, I will bear it, I will carry it on my back.

Countless accented sounds echoed in their minds, causing them to unconsciously smile.

Yes.

Letting go brings ease, handing it over to others brings ease.

The dozen or so representatives from the sorcery world, who were itching to see the sword strike, suddenly opened their arms, a smile playing on their lips, their faces serene.

They died...

"There were no external wounds on their bodies; that sword strike came from within, granting them liberation."

Ayanokouji said in a trembling voice.

Is this really necessary, sir? I can't take it anymore.

"Kekeke..."

Kazuma's teeth were chattering. He felt as if, perhaps, he could never go back.

"Mr. Rosser is terrifying..."

Yotsuya Miko shrank her neck.

"No good, the officer's reflection didn't exert any force at all. I even suspect he has a third stage. As a result, we were all killed."

Hachiman clutched his head: "Damn it, Kazuma..."

"So don't blame me!"

Kazuma roared.

The sorcerer now understood the true value of that previous sword strike.

That was not killing, but a great compassion, a great enlightenment, a great compassion that took on the resentment of all beings with one's own body.