Chapter 1140: Swordless Sword Creation
Transformed into a celestial weapon, the submersible plummeted from the sky in the blink of an eye, charging straight toward the Cursed God's face!
Artoria's small face was tense as she brandished the Staff of Selection.
A magical glow instantly enveloped everyone.
The moment they received her blessing, their mana, physical strength, and agility were all greatly enhanced!
The cursed hands proved almost completely ineffective—something even the Cursed God hadn't anticipated.
Dense clusters of cursed hands dissipated into nothingness the instant they approached the "toy," purified in the blink of an eye.
By the time the Cursed God realized what was happening, the "toy" had already arrived right before it.
In that split second, a myriad of attacks surged forth like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
Yes.
Bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
The metaphor was apt.
Because, to the Cursed God, neither the threads of the Wing Clan, the sonic blade slashes, nor the spear strikes posed any threat.
Even with the special protective blessings layered upon them, these attacks could, at most, shave off a single layer of its skin.
And it possessed hundreds of thousands of such layers!
"Attacking the cursed flesh is meaningless against the Cursed God!"
Holmes, who had been closely observing the battlefield, declared gravely.
"New intel! The Cursed God's regenerative abilities are astonishing—the few layers everyone managed to strip off are already nearly restored!"
Da Vinci's expression turned grim.
"Bad news just keeps pouring in, doesn't it…"
Holmes massaged his temples in frustration.
To the Cursed God, even Servant attacks were nothing more than mild irritations.
Tristan, Habenyan, Percival, and the others were already unleashing their full offensive capabilities, yet their efforts weren't even worthy of the Cursed God's direct attention!
"Our only hope lies with Muramasa!"
At that moment.
A phenomenon akin to a blazing wildfire manifested around the submersible.
"All of you, fall back!"
Amidst the flames, Muramasa's eyes blazed with fury.
Countless swords across the scorched plains shattered like snowflakes, their crystalline fragments converging into his hands like rivers flowing into the sea, coalescing into a hiltless blade that embodied the essence of all divine swords!
As if freshly forged, it radiated intense, swirling flames!
"Divine essence, deciphered! Conceptual completion, converged! Forging technique, critical! Behold, Cursed God—witness the prowess of Senji Muramasa, forged to oppose the gods!"
The divine sword unleashed boundless sword light.
"This is my—Tsumukari Muramasa!!"
A colossal sword beam seemed to cleave the very heavens and earth before it!
A primordial light descended from above like the Sword of Damocles, instantly splitting the Cursed God cleanly down the middle!
This was Muramasa's Noble Phantasm!
By merging every blade within the intrinsic bounded field known as Swordless Sword Creation, he forged the ultimate single strike!
That strike could sever not only aspirations and grudges but even spacetime and causality itself!
Without a doubt, it was the ultimate slash!
Moreover, Muramasa was a Servant crafted by the Alien God specifically to counter earthly deities, endowed with immensely powerful anti-divinity attributes. Back on Olympus, he had even cleaved the sky-supporting giant Atlas in two with a single stroke.
This invincible slash descended from above, nearly bisecting the Cursed God entirely!
"Incredible! So powerful!"
"Muramasa was this strong all along? Then why has he been so underwhelming before?"
Even their own allies were stunned.
Muramasa's single slash was so powerful it made the Cursed God seem as fragile as paper.
But those truly facing the Cursed God knew better than anyone that it was practically super-alloy!
"That's why I told you I specialize in anti-divinity attacks. When have I ever had gods to cut down before?"
Muramasa took a deep breath, his face showing satisfaction.
Excellent!
Finally got to show off!
"Muramasa, is your Spirit Origin alright?"
Gudako looked at him with concern.
"This Spirit Origin has two gods stitched into it! It won't collapse that easily!"
Muramasa laughed heartily.
If it were his original Spirit Origin, manually crafting divine weapons would have likely destroyed him by now.
Fortunately, the Alien God had incorporated two deities into his composition, increasing his endurance more than tenfold!
"Is the Cursed God dead?"
Mash looked hopefully toward the Cursed God.
The nearly two-kilometer-tall portion visible on the surface had been completely bisected. By all appearances, it should be awaiting death—
"Unfortunately, the data here shows the Cursed God's vitality remains extremely strong. While it's strange to speak of a dead being's vitality, in short, it's only wounded!"
But Da Vinci's warning made everyone tense again.
"Seriously? It's still not dead?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up with disbelief.
Countless flesh buds sprouted from the severed sections of the Cursed God's body, connecting with each other and rapidly restoring its form to its original state.
Amid those flesh buds.
A sphere several people tall seemed embedded within the flesh mass, flashing briefly before disappearing, too quick for the naked eye to capture.
"It's a Divine Core!"
Da Vinci suddenly exclaimed with excitement.
"We've detected what appears to be a Divine Core within the Cursed God! That must be the source of the curse and the reason for its immortality! If we can shatter that Divine Core, we can defeat the Cursed God!"
"But be careful - the Cursed God's regeneration is astonishing. Slicing wounds are the easiest for it to heal. We need to blast its body to pieces to create an opening!"
"Easier said than done!"
Muramasa looked exasperated.
"We don't have any Anti-Fortress or Anti-Army Noble Phantasms available now! And against such a massive flesh mass, one or two Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasms would be useless anyway!"
Not even sacrificing Percival would be enough!
Hearing this, Artoria's expression shifted slightly.
She tightened her grip on her staff and quietly left the deck while everyone's attention was focused on the Cursed God.
"No choice then!"
Muramasa's face hardened with determination.
"My Spirit Origin might shatter, but—hey, Ritsuka, give me all your Command Spells! I'll unleash consecutive Noble Phantasms to slice both its body and the Divine Core to pieces!"
"This...?!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's face immediately changed color.
"Watch out! The Cursed God is counterattacking!"
Da Vinci's scream made everyone pale.
"BZZZZZZ—!!"
Purple spots emerged across the Cursed God's surface.
As intense curses gathered, the purple spots rapidly expanded, transforming into toxic purple magical light.
Beams of purple magical light thicker than thunderbolts swept toward the submarine from all directions with overwhelming force!
"BOOOOM—!"
Dazzling flashes covered most of the sky.
"Ugh!"
Grimm suddenly vomited a large amount of blood, his expression rapidly weakening.
"Damn it, I was focusing all my defenses against the curse, and suddenly a magic cannon attack comes out of nowhere. How am I supposed to withstand this!"
His eyes were already blinded, and all his energy was devoted to maintaining Mimir's Spring.
But the previous wave of overwhelming counterattacks had shaken Mimir's Spring violently. He poured out all the magic power within his body just to barely maintain it!
Everyone on the submarine and the deck was also thrown into disarray by this wave of counterattacks.
"This is bad. If this continues, we won't last even a minute...!"
Grimm's expression was extremely grim.
If only one eye remained, he could have sacrificed both. Unfortunately, the current situation left no room for regret.
"Detecting spatial fluctuations! Another magical wavelength has appeared!"
At that moment, Little Da Vinci's voice suddenly rang out like a shot of adrenaline.
"They're here! Although half an hour late, they've finally arrived!"