Chapter 1003: I'm Busy Here, Enough Already!
The blade's gleam rippled like shimmering water, spreading out silently and imperceptibly.
Eiji's figure was as swift as the wind—rushing toward you yet forever elusive.
He continuously swung his blade amidst the Mors horde. No matter how the surrounding Mors gathered and encircled him, he slipped through like a slippery fish, effortlessly tearing apart their encirclement!
Numerical advantage became utterly meaningless before him!
Anyone versed in military strategy would recognize the nuance here.
He wasn't fighting one against a hundred; rather, with mobility so astonishing it could make jaws drop, he repeated one-on-one tactics a hundred times over!
If Melusine was the ruler of the skies, then Eiji was the emperor of the earth!
Comparatively, achieving what Eiji was doing was actually far more difficult than accomplishing what Melusine did.
Because in the sky, one could naturally oversee the entire battlefield, but when trapped in an encirclement, it required not only exceptional mobility but also ice-cold observational skills to grasp the entire battle situation as if viewing it from a god's perspective!
Just like now.
"This can't go on!"
Though Eiji was cutting through the Mors horde with ease, his eyes still scanned the entire battlefield, paying special attention to the situation at the city gate.
"There are just too many Mors. Not only do they keep spawning, but they're also continuously arriving from all directions. The east gate is under the most pressure in all of Norwich!"
The east gate faced the sea!
And after the Great Calamity erupted, the coastal direction had the highest concentration of Mors!
At a glance, at least a thousand Mors were slowly crawling toward them.
A thousand Mors—even if they stood still and let Eiji chop away, it would take him a long time.
With only him and Muramasa guarding the gate, it was inevitable that one or two directions would be overlooked, leading to dozens of Mors gathering at the city entrance.
Eiji swung his blade.
A clever force, layered like triple waves, lurked within, not cleaving a Mors apart but instead sending it flying.
The launched Mors crashed into the dense horde, and the layered force exploded like a bomb, blasting the Mors group apart.
Seeing a cluster of Mors gathering at the gate, Eiji immediately turned to defend.
Before the Mors could breach the gate, they were slaughtered as easily as slicing melons and chopping vegetables.
"Sorry, I was held up for a bit!"
Only after Eiji had finished off the dozens of Mors did Muramasa return, covered in dust and looking weary.
He breathed somewhat heavily, and his red attire showed several tears.
Muramasa's mobility was far inferior to Eiji's, and the Mors weren't weak enough to be trivial. Once surrounded, he inevitably found himself in a tough fight, needing time to break through the encirclement.
"How much mana do you have left?"
He swung his blade backward, and the mirror-like surface of spatial severance reappeared in mid-air, finishing off the Mors chasing him.
"Full."
"?!"
Muramasa stared at him in disbelief.
"Don't tell me you've been fighting with just your physical strength all this time?"
"Yeah, is that hard?"
Eiji instead looked at him with confusion.
Muramasa fell silent.
If he said it was hard now, wouldn't that make him seem incompetent?
"This freak!"
But thinking of this guy's track record, Muramasa still grumbled inwardly.
He was a swordsmith, not a swordsman. Though he had stitched together spiritual foundations of some deities, he couldn't fight like Eiji who relied solely on miraculous swordsmanship. Every time he swung that space-severing blade, it consumed a considerable amount of magical energy.
Perhaps losing to this guy back in Camelot wasn't unjustified at all.
The gap between them in every aspect seemed unusually vast!
"Though it's embarrassing to admit, my magical energy is already down to half!"
Muramasa's expression turned stern, his face unprecedentedly grave.
"What are the fairies in the city doing? Not providing any support at all... We might have all underestimated this Great Calamity!"
Twenty minutes had passed since the battle began.
Continuously swinging the demonic blade had drained half of Muramasa's magical energy!
This was the most troublesome aspect of being a Heroic Spirit.
If he were a living person, even after exhausting all magical energy, he could force himself to extract more through sheer willpower. But Heroic Spirits didn't possess that ability.
For them, running out of magical energy meant the end!
Not only would they be unable to fight, but they couldn't even maintain their physical forms!
Moreover, Muramasa was a servant summoned by the Alien God. Across the Lostbelt, there was no way to provide him with magical energy. He had been fighting using his own reserves, occasionally borrowing some from Gudako.
But Gudako didn't have much magical energy to begin with. Under the Great Calamity, she had to distribute her energy to Tristan and others, leaving very little for him. It simply wasn't sustainable!
In another twenty minutes, if his magical energy was completely exhausted, Muramasa could die right here!
"Is fighting with just your physical body that difficult for you?"
Eiji wore an expression of innocent curiosity.
His words made Muramasa's face darken.
"We're discussing serious matters here, that's enough!"
Why did this bastard always bring up uncomfortable topics?
Couldn't he read the situation?
"Alright, alright, serious matters it is."
Eiji chuckled.
"In that case, let's change tactics!"
"You have an idea?"
Muramasa's eyes lit up.
"Watch me!"
With a thought from Eiji.
The spiritual weapon in his hand instantly transformed into a pitch-black magic sword.
"Crackle crackle—!"
Both swords swung out simultaneously.
Endless cold currents surged from the blades. As the temperature plummeted, Eiji created a passageway before the city gate.
With both sides blocked off, the only way into the city was through this icy passage.
The Mors lacked intelligence. Seeing the path sealed, they instinctively gathered at the entrance of the icy passage, lining up to swarm in.
"Roar!!"After planting the ice demon sword into the ground, Eiji retrieved his spiritual weapon again, this time transforming it into Crozzo's magic sword."
Blazing flames erupted from the blade. Crimson inferno resembling thunderous roars transformed into lethal fire snakes, completely engulfing the Mors pouring through the passage entrance.
A complete wipeout!
"This is satisfying!"
Muramasa immediately grew excited, rubbing his hands in anticipation.
"Got any more? Give this old man a couple!As soon as he finished speaking, two Crozzo magic swords were tossed over.
"Remember not to exhaust your magical energy, or I'll be the one suffering!"
"Eh? These swords actually contain built-in magical energy? They don't consume the wielder's energy? Just channel the sword's power to automatically release flames? How can such unreasonable magic swords exist? They're truly abnormal!As soon as the magic sword was in his hands, Muramasa couldn't help but examine them closely.
His delighted expression suggested he was tempted to melt them down on the spot to study them thoroughly.
"We're dealing with serious matters here, that's enough!"
Eiji turned his head and glared at him angrily.
"Ahem, my apologies, this old man's professional habits got the better of me."
Muramasa snapped back to reality, his old face flushing red as he hurriedly raised the demon sword and blasted the bastards!
If the ice pathway was destroyed, they'd just make another one. Groups of Morlocks queued up outside the passage to come die, making the fight much easier.
However, as the demonic power in the demon sword gradually diminished, Eiji's expression became increasingly strained.
"Terrible! Inside the city... Morlocks have appeared inside the city!"
Just then, a hysterical scream came from the city walls.
"What?!"
The two turned around simultaneously, widening their eyes as they stared toward the city.