Chapter 1136: The Birth of the Holy Sword Model
"Eiji?!"
"Mr. Eiji!"
"You brat!"
"What are you doing...!"
Screams erupted instantly.
Right before their eyes, Eiji swung his sword and severed his own head!
The headless body stood upright for a moment before crashing to the ground. Blood gushed uncontrollably from the neck, staining the floor crimson.
"Why would you do such a thing?"
Mash hung her head in sorrow.
"To sacrifice yourself like this...!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes welled up with tears.
This sudden, shocking scene instantly tore through their hearts.
Muramasa and Artoria also wore expressions of disbelief.
To cause another's sacrifice through their own fault—a life obtained in such a way held no value to celebrate!
"Are you cursing me to die?"
But at that moment.
The head that had fallen to the ground suddenly opened its eyes.
"Eek—?!"
The girls jumped in fright together.
Thinking they had seen a ghost, Gudako and Mash clung to each other, staring at him in horror.
"Hmm..."
Muramasa scratched his head, looking utterly speechless.
"Haha, I didn't expect you to pull this trick!"
Merlin laughed heartily.
"Offering one's own body to forge a sword—that's the privilege of a True Ancestor!"
Indeed.
Whether it was Artoria or Muramasa, sacrificing themselves to forge the sword would inevitably mean death!
But not Eiji.
Even if he offered his body and threw it into the Cosmic Forge, his body could regenerate. After all, he was a True Ancestor—the Fourth True Ancestor born from Arcueid's blood. His regenerative power was so strong that he could regrow his lost body in just a few minutes!
"Oh right! Eiji became a True Ancestor, didn't he?"
Gudako and Mash finally came to their senses.
Eiji had actually mentioned becoming a True Ancestor to them before.
However, he didn't want to reveal too much, and it was difficult to explain his origins and such, so he had glossed over the details.
Moreover, he always carried a puppet made by Morgan to conceal his demonic aura. Unconsciously, everyone had almost forgotten to treat him as a True Ancestor.
After all, it was quite abrupt—he had been human just twenty days ago, and he showed no signs of needing to drink blood, remaining exactly as he was before.
They hadn't realized it immediately.
It wasn't until Merlin pointed it out that the two girls looked at Eiji with reproachful expressions.
Couldn't he have explained it clearly before self-harming?
It was really scary, you know!
"Move my head for me, thanks."
As he said this, Eiji controlled the blood within his body.
The gushing blood abruptly stopped, and the blood flowing from his neck gradually solidified into bones, muscles, and blood vessels, beginning to regenerate in a way that was deeply unsettling to witness.
"Also, check the pockets on my body. Take out the puppet inside first, then put it into the forge."
Heh... hehe.
Everyone forced a dry laugh.
"Ha!"
Artoria let out a heavy sigh.
Then she walked over, sat down properly, and placed his head on her lap.
Muramasa wore a thoroughly bored expression as he took the puppet from his pocket and tossed its body into the Cosmic Forge.
"Tch, and here I thought I'd finally get a chance to show off..."
Muramasa felt utterly speechless.
After the materials entered the furnace, the Cosmic Forge automatically began forging, with scorching flames blasting forth that were almost unbearable.
His moment to perform had completely vanished.
"Shouldn't we throw the head in too? Would only having the body negatively affect the Holy Sword?"
Muramasa stroked his chin, recalling this bastard's usual unrestrained behavior, and a thick layer of malice suddenly tinged his tone.
"I think throwing the head in would be great too!"
Merlin clapped his hands and laughed, finding the idea excellent.
Only after receiving Eiji's murderous glare did he clear his throat and speak seriously.
"Actually, it doesn't affect anything. What needed to be established has already been confirmed—the functional aspects are sufficient. In terms of materials, a True Ancestor's body is even the best choice available right now."
"Moreover, it's not yet time to give it form."
Not time to give it form?
What did that mean?
Just as Muramasa was about to speak up—
"Eek!!"
"Whoa!"
Suddenly, several sounds that could be either screams or exclamations simultaneously arose from behind.
"What's going on now?"
Muramasa turned around with a speechless expression.
"Ahaha! Nothing, nothing!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly looked around, pretending to have no idea what was happening.
They even took the opportunity to cover Mash's eyes, whose face was bright red.
"Hmm?"
Muramasa tilted his head, scanned the ground with his eyes, and then suddenly understood.
Someone's body was in the process of regenerating.
Completely naked, without a single shred of cloth.
"What are you looking at?"
Eiji glared at Muramasa.
"Jealous that I'm bigger than you?"
"You brat!"
A vein bulged on Muramasa's forehead.
Even though he was old, matters concerning a man's dignity were not something he could concede!
However.
Well.
Muramasa glanced at him.
This old man is magnanimous and won't argue with a patient!
"Gulp!"
A loud swallowing sound suddenly echoed.
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Mash in confusion.
Mash also looked back at her in puzzlement.
Wasn't it you?
It couldn't have been Muramasa or Merlin, right?
Then that meant—
All four of them turned to look at Artoria.
The young girl covered her face.
Only her ears were bright red.
Who knew Artoria was like this!
"Artoria, you don't... like this guy, do you?"
Muramasa gave a fatherly look, his expression seeming to say, "Has my precious cabbage been trampled by a pig?"
Eiji's face darkened.
I'll allow you to take that back!
"Wh-wh-wh-who would like someone like him?!"Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Artoria instantly bristled, her face flushing as red as if it were congested."
"I-I-I-I was just...!"
It was just that from this angle, it was too clear!
And that body was far too impactful for an innocent young maiden like her!
"It's ready!"
Fortunately, as if to rescue her, the Cosmic Forge began emitting an incredibly dazzling golden divine light at that moment.
Though brilliant, the light wasn't harsh in the slightest.
Especially for Eiji, who felt the light warming his weakened body as it shone upon him.
As if discarding a hot potato, Artoria flung Eiji off her lap and dashed like a gust of wind toward the Cosmic Forge.
From within it, she retrieved a faint, indistinct outline of a sword.
"Is that the Holy Sword?"
Eiji stood up, pulled a cloak from his imaginary space to drape over himself—barely covering his body—and asked with evident skepticism.
It looked nothing like it!
"Ahem."
A soft sigh was heard.
"Senpai!"
"Mash, I was just appreciating aesthetics, you have to believe me!"
"Ahem!"
Artoria cleared her throat lightly and shot a displeased glare at Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash.
Don't derail the atmosphere!
"This isn't the Holy Sword, but a model of the Holy Sword."
A model of the Holy Sword?
What does that mean?
Seeing Eiji's bewildered expression, Artoria began to explain.
Ultimately, whether it's the Holy Sword, the Holy Lance, or other demonic swords or spears, they are all essentially woven from special magical formulas. Whether it's the inevitability of striking causality or the conceptual sharpness, these properties are ultimately bestowed by magecraft.
Why did the original Holy Sword possess a special attack power against enemies of the planet?
It's because, during the weaving of the Holy Sword, a formula extracted from this very concept was incorporated into it.