Indian mythology once used "three thousand worlds" to describe the vast universe. Since then, the number "three thousand" has taken on a whole new meaning, meaning endless and boundless.
An old man named Senko Muramasa forged three thousand swords to create an infinite killing array, just to kill three evil demons.
Three thousand swordsmen killed three people and formed a formation, their force was like a mountain pressing down on one's head.
It's not an exaggeration.
The average weight of a Japanese sword is about 2.5 kilograms. A thousand swords weigh 2,500 kilograms, or 2.5 tons. For human beings, how could this not be a crushing weight
What's more, quality is only the most insignificant attribute of the sword array. The murderous aura and even the spirit contained in the sword is the real horror.
The sky was cut open, the earth was split apart, and the air between heaven and earth was divided into countless pieces.
In this world, nothing can stop the sharp edge of three thousand swords.
Yes and no.
Perhaps real chaos is possible, but Nero Chaos is still a hundred years away from real "chaos". Now he is just a collection of 666 beasts, not Tiamat, the mother of all things, and his life is limited.
The only thing about Roa that is immortal is his soul. His body is the most fragile among all the ancestral-level dead apostles. Once his body is destroyed, he will fall into a long sleep.
Buddhism does have a legend about the indestructibility of Vajra, but Araya Sōren has not yet truly achieved "Vajra Indestructibility". Even with the blessing of the "Acalanatha Fundamental Seal", he cannot achieve an invincible golden body.
They were unable to withstand the sharp edge of the Three Thousand Swords Formation. If they continued to fight against the sword formation, they would soon fall into true death or slumber.
So, they ran, without any hesitation, as fast as they could.
The longer they live, the better they are at saving their lives. If not, they would have been killed by their enemies long ago. The youngest of Roa, Araya, and Nero Chaos is at least 200 years old, and they have many ways to save their lives. Unless the Three Thousand Swords Formation can really block the area completely and leave no way for them to survive, it would be impossible for the three people who were determined to escape to stay.
Unfortunately, Sengo Muramasa's "Infinite Sword System" is not the inherent barrier in the legend, nor can it be truly infinite. It can only cover the area where the old man is. Outside the area, it loses its overwhelming effect and the lethality of the famous sword is greatly reduced.
Although the three thousand swordsmen were relentless in their pursuit, without the advantage of an all-round encirclement, the sword formation with a difference in the order of precedence had flaws and was broken up bit by bit by the three men in an alternating rotation.
Eventually, all three thousand famous swords collapsed and were born into the world. They died in obscurity before they found a suitable owner to become famous.
The three who survived the "Infinite Sword Works" were not doing well either. Nero Chaos had sacrificed more than 500 lives to create the "Soil of Creation". Araya Soren, who had always maintained his Vajra body, was beaten to a bloody mess, his chest was sunken, and his two arms that were in seals were blown apart on the spot. Roa was the most miserable. Although he didn't seem to be seriously injured and his hands, feet and body were still intact, he actually fell into a coma due to the exhaustion of magic power. This was a vampire species comparable to the high-level fantasy species, and it was actually in such a state, which showed how much it had consumed.
"Why didn't you kill Faker in time?"
Araya, who managed to stay standing, ignored the injuries on his body and looked up to ask about the Servant who was nowhere to be found.
"Because he was already dead when I received the order." Assassin replied calmly, "I can't kill a dead man."
Forging three thousand swords on the spot and achieving "unlimited sword making" was not without cost. The core of the furnace fire for forging the swords was the soul vessel (body) of Sengo Muramasa himself, and giving the newly forged swords spirituality cost the old man all his spiritual foundation.
As the old man said in response to Nero Chaos - I am already dead.
That's why it was so magnificent that even Assassin, who had perfect concealment, couldn't interrupt it.
When Araya Soren looked back again, the swordsmith who had forced them into a desperate situation had disappeared without a trace, and not even his spirit was left.
Of all the people present, only Assassin saw the old man's expression as he left. After he exhaled the breath that contained all the spiritual energy, the old man's figure was like a handful of sand scattered into the sea, disappearing into thin air.
Before the Christian calendar, the Chinese swordsmiths Gan Jiang and Moye used their lives to forge swords, and today, Sengoku Muramasa also uses his soul to forge famous swords.
All the life's learning is revealed in one stroke.
With the blessing of faith, it is dispersed voluntarily.
The legendary knife maker passed away with a smile on his face.
This is the persistence of a blacksmith.
The great monk who was willing to sacrifice himself and take the path of magic to achieve his goal was finally moved: "I can finally understand Roa's feelings now. These beings who can become heroes are more troublesome than each other. This is true for the King of Persia and a mere swordsmith."
"So what? He's dead, and we're still alive. That's enough." Nero Chaos remained unmoved. "At this point, you don't want to back down, do you?"
"Of course not." Araya collected himself and shook his head, "What should I do next? Should I continue to chase?"
"Chase, the chaos in my body is constantly urging me, as if they have something that can take my concept a step further. If I continue to delay, I am afraid I will lose control."
After hearing what Nero Chaos said and looking at the black substance surging under his black coat, Araya nodded thoughtfully: "I see, Assassin, you are the fastest, you catch up first."
"Understood." It was an indifferent response, which soon disappeared.
Araya asked again: "What about Luoa?"
"Just leave him here, dig a hole and bury him, making sure he's not exposed to direct sunlight. We'll come back to find him after we catch him - well, I'll leave a wild beast here to watch over him."
This simple and crude method is surprisingly suitable for vampires, except for one thing.
"Can you guarantee that your beast won't get out of control?"
"cannot."
The straightforward answer left Araya speechless.
"Then let my puppet watch over him." Araya explained, "In addition to being a barrier master, I am also a puppet master. I have prepared a simple workshop nearby. My injuries will heal quickly there. Let's leave Roa there."
"Okay, I'll let a wild beast carry you there." The black clothes were lifted up, and a wild beast that looked like a horse, a lion or a tiger emerged from it.
Araya didn't hesitate, and kicked Roa onto the back of the pack animal, and then jumped on it. Seeing that Nero had no intention of moving, he asked, "What about you? Don't you want to come with me?"
"No, you reminded me. My Chaos is a bit depleted, so I need to devour some lives to replenish it. There are many wild animals around here, so I should be able to recover by the time you come back."
Nero Chaos was a typical man of action. After he finished speaking, he immediately divided hundreds of wild beasts and rushed in all directions.
At the same time, the beasts of burden carrying Araya and Roa also started running wildly in the direction Araya pointed.
In less than a minute, this tragic battlefield returned to peace.
At this moment, two pale flames the size of fingernails suddenly lit up, accompanied by a vague black shadow and an extremely heavy voice.
"Catch up? Haha, it's useless to catch up. Not only you, but their destiny has not yet come to an end. And you, the persistent forger - your will should have been conveyed by now."
The pale flames alternated between light and dark, reflecting the direction in which Shirou and the others had left.