Chapter 1002 Every Fairy Is Like This
Endless "gray" erupted like an overfilled volcano, showing no mercy!
The pitch-black Mors army appeared like raindrops from all directions—front, back, left, and right—swarming toward Norwich's eastern and western gates like a tidal wave!
"There are so many of them!"
Eiji's brows furrowed tightly, his expression extremely grave.
Just the Mors emerging from the sea numbered over a thousand!
The coast was still several kilometers from the city gates. It would take the Mors at least an hour to reach them, which was barely safe. However, the eastern and western gates were already targeted by hundreds of Mors appearing on the ground!
Just the Mors before his eyes already exceeded three hundred!
"There's no way to stop this many!"
Muramasa swiftly dispatched the scattered Mors nearby, his eyes wide with shock.
"Retreat to the city! Use the walls for defense!"
He glanced at the two girls behind him.
"Especially you two, Artoria and Gareth!"
With the current number of Mors, even killing them for an hour might not be enough, let alone the fact that the sea was continuously spawning more, as if there was no end.
No matter how careful they were, it was inevitable they would come into contact with them.
But Mors were highly toxic to fairies.
If these two were contaminated by Mors poison, there would be no saving them—they couldn't afford even the slightest touch!
"Master! Let's hurry back to the city, or the gates will close!"
"I-I'm fine! I'm a fairy who isn't afraid of Mors!"
Artoria clenched her trembling teeth, forcing her purplish lips to move.
"W-watch my explosion magic!"
She muttered under her breath.
"Yelp!" She accidentally bit her lip, seemingly breaking the skin.
Angrily abandoning the incantation, she pulled a solid object from her bag and threw it out.
"Boom!"
A flash of fire erupted among the Mors.
A faint smell of gunpowder wafted through the air.
"...?"
Eiji slowly formed a question mark in his mind.
"This is your explosion magic?"
"Phew phew~"
Artoria guiltily averted her gaze, whistling twice as if she hadn't heard.
"Artoria, it might be better for you to return to the city first."
Muramasa wore a troubled expression, tactfully offering his suggestion.
"Haha, I knew someone like me..."
Artoria paused, letting out a self-deprecating laugh.
Soon after, she and Gareth returned to the city.
Not long after, the city gates closed.
"I guarantee she'll complain about you for a long time."
Eiji casually swung his blade.
A sharp sword aura swept out like a silken ribbon, cleaving the approaching Mors in two.
"What a fierce sword aura!"
Muramasa's gaze sharpened, clicking his tongue in admiration.
Although he had known since Camelot that this guy's sword skills were terrifying, no matter how many times he saw it, the sheer sharpness of that sword aura was still startling!
"No matter how many complaints she has, I'll let her vent to her heart's content later!"
Muramasa untied the haori draped over his shoulders, gripping a breathtakingly beautiful sword. His eyes suddenly sharpened like blades.
"The problem is on our end. We can't let the Mors break through the gates, so someone must guard them!"
"But I'm not afraid to admit it—facing so many Mors, even I feel a bit overwhelmed!"
"Hahaha!"
"What the hell are you laughing at!"
"Didn't you say you weren't afraid of me laughing?"
Eiji teased, looking at the visibly irritated Muramasa.
"But, if you're a frail old man, it's fine to just stay here and retire—"
Before the words fully left his mouth,
Muramasa's eyes widened in shock.
Eiji had vanished without a sound, right before his very eyes!
"Those Mors—I can cut them all down by myself!"
Like moonlight skimming the ground,
his figure moved as swiftly as a ghost, gliding effortlessly across the plain.
Without a trace, he left his mark behind.
Where he passed, the Mors halted their writhing advance.
Blade lights, shadow-like, appeared upon their ashen bodies.
Without warning, as if swept by the wind, death descended like an endless swarm of locusts, gnawing their forms into dust, erasing them bit by bit.
"As much as I'd like to mock him for boasting, it seems I've been the frog at the bottom of the well, ignorant of the wider world."
Muramasa let out a frustrated sigh.
In just ten seconds, over a dozen Mors had fallen by his hand—averaging less than a second per kill!
Aside from long-range specialists like Tristan or magic users like Grimm, who could possibly match his slaughter speed?
"Though I am old, my fighting spirit cannot be scorned!"
As if provoked, Muramasa's face twisted with restless excitement.
He sheathed his blade back into his left hand, then abruptly widened his eyes.
"Shriiip—!"
In an instant, a wave of blade light swept outward horizontally.
For a moment, it seemed as if space itself had been severed—the connection between above and below cut clean, a smooth, mirror-like plane spreading through the air. Countless Mors were bisected on the spot!
"Hah, this old man's blade hasn't dulled yet!"
Muramasa laughed heartily and shot forward like a tiger unleashed from its cage!
"So strong!"
"Those two fairies are incredible, aren't they?"
"They're slaughtering the Mors like it's nothing!"
"Where did these high-ranking fairy lords come from?"
Up on the city walls,
the earth-clan guardians stationed there were stunned by the two's brutal extermination of the Mors. Recovering their senses, they knelt in awe and gratitude, offering fervent prayers.
"Hmph, listen up, all of you! Those two fairies outside the city, helping Norwich resist the Great Calamity—they're companions of the Child of Prophecy! Got it? The Child of Prophecy has come to save you!"
Back inside the city, Gareth, seeing the scene, puffed out her chest with pride. Grabbing Artoria beside her, she shouted loudly at the surrounding fairies.
"Stop it, Gareth!"
Artoria jolted in alarm, hurriedly trying to restrain her.
"Child of Prophecy! Please, you must save Norwich!"
"I just bought a house—I can't let the Great Calamity destroy it!"
"I have a job here too; I need to stay!"
But before she could say another word, the fairies around her had already dropped to their knees.
Driven to desperation, they pleaded with her earnestly.
"Ahaha…"
Artoria forced a strained, complicated smile.
"I—I'll do my best!"
"Oooh!"
"Thank you, Child of Prophecy!"
"Hehe…"
Artoria averted her gaze.
The smile on her face slowly froze, then faded like ice.
She was terrified.
Afraid that if she kept looking at these yao, she might abandon her mission and find a secluded place where no one could find her, quietly watching everything fall into ruin.
Why?
Why was every yao like this?
Every yao would only impose their own expectations onto others for their own purposes, for their own desires?
Without a thought for whether others could accomplish it, or why they should help them, they simply tossed their problems onto others, expecting them to solve issues that belonged entirely to themselves?
"Something terrible has happened!"
Just then, a panicked scream suddenly rang out beside her ear.
"In the city, in the city...!"