Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 1033: Heaven’s Mandate Has Not Yet Arrived

In Indian mythology, the Three Thousand Worlds was used to describe the vast, infinite universe. Since then, the number three thousand has taken on a new meaning — endless and boundless.

The elderly man named Senji Muramasa forged three thousand famous swords, creating an infinite killing formation solely to slay three heretical demons.

Three thousand swords, to kill three people, forming a formation, with a force as overwhelming as Mount Everest crashing down.

This is no exaggeration.

A typical Japanese sword weighs about 2.5 kilograms. One thousand swords would weigh 2,500 kilograms — that's 2.5 tons. For a human, isn't that equivalent to a mountain crashing down?

Moreover, weight is the least significant attribute of sword formation. The killing aura and divine energy contained in the swords are what's truly terrifying.

The heavens were cut open, the earth was split, and the air between heaven and earth was divided into countless fragments.

In this space between heaven and earth, nothing could withstand the ravaging sharpness of the three thousand famous swords.

Yes, nothing.

Perhaps true chaos could, but Fabro was still a hundred years away from true chaos. Right now, he was merely a collection of the Beast of 666, not the Mother of All Life, Tiamat. His life was limited.

Roa's immortality only applied to his soul. Among all the Dead Apostles of the Ancestors, his physical body was the most fragile. Once his body was destroyed, he would fall into a long slumber.

Buddhism speaks of the indestructible Vajra, but Araya Souren had not yet truly achieved Vajra Indestructibility. Even with the protection of the Fudo Myoo's Fundamental Seal, he couldn't achieve an invincible golden body.

They couldn't withstand the sharpness of the three-thousand-sword formation. If they continued to fight against it, it wouldn't be long before they truly died or fell into slumber.

So, they ran. Without hesitation or delay, they fled as fast as they could.

The longer a being has lived, the better they are at preserving their life. If not, their enemies would have killed them long ago. Roa, Araya, and Fabro were all at least two hundred years old, and their methods of survival were endless. Unless the three thousand sword formations could completely seal them off without leaving any escape, it would be impossible to stop them from fleeing.

Unfortunately, Senji Muramasa's Unlimited Katana Works was not the legendary Reality Marble, nor could it truly achieve infinity. It could only cover the area where the elder stood. Once outside that area, the overwhelming effect disappeared, and the killing power of the famous swords diminished greatly.

Although the three thousand swords relentlessly pursued them in a tail-chasing assault, without the advantage of full encirclement, the formation had openings. The three managed to alternate and take turns breaking through, gradually dismantling the formation little by little.

In the end, all three thousand swords were destroyed. They had barely been born into the world, never found a suitable master to gain fame, and died in obscurity.

The three who survived the [Unlimited Katana Works] were not unscathed. Fabro had sacrificed over five hundred lives to forge the "oil of Genesis. Araya Souren, who had maintained his Vajra Body, was beaten bloody, his chest caved in, and his two arms, forming seals, exploded on the spot. Roa was the worst off. While he appeared to be lightly wounded, with his limbs and body intact, he had fallen into a state of magical exhaustion and unconsciousness — and this was a vampire on par with high-ranking Phantasmal Species. The extent of the damage was evident.

"Why didn't you kill Faker in time?"

Araya, barely able to stand, ignored his physical injuries as he looked up and asked the Servant whose whereabouts were unknown.

"Because by the time I received the order, he was already dead," Assassin replied flatly.

"There's no way for me to kill someone already dead."

Forging three thousand famous swords on the spot and creating the [Unlimited Katana Works] was not without cost. The core of the furnace for the sword forging was Senji Muramasa's spiritual vessel — his body. To endow the newly forged swords with spirituality, the elder sacrificed his entire spiritual foundation.

As the old man had said to Fabro — "I am already dead."

That's why it was so spectacular, and why even the perfectly concealed Assassin couldn't stop it.

When Araya Souren looked back again, the swordsmith who had pushed them into a desperate situation was already gone, not even a trace of his spirit particles remained.

Among all those present, only Assassin had seen the elder's expression as he left. After exhaling that breath, which contained his entire spirit foundation, the elder's figure dispersed like a handful of sand scattered into the sea, vanishing without a trace.

Today, Senji Muramasa forged famous swords with his soul.

A lifetime's knowledge was revealed in one hammer strike.

With faith as his support, he willingly dispersed himself.

The legendary swordsmith passed away with a smile.

This was the persistence of a blacksmith.

The monk, who had sacrificed everything to achieve his goal and had even walked the path of darkness, was finally moved.

"I can finally understand Roa's sentiment now. These beings who can become Heroic Spirits are more troublesome than the last. The King of Persia was like this, and even a swordsmith is like this."

"So what? He's dead, and we're still alive. That's enough."

Fabro was unmoved.

"At this point, you're not thinking of backing out, are you?"

"Of course not."

Araya shook his head, regaining his composure.

"What should we do next? Should we continue the pursuit?"

"Pursue. The chaos inside me keeps urging me forward. It's as if they have something that could further my concept. If we delay any longer, I fear I'll lose control."

Hearing Fabro's words and seeing the black substance constantly surging beneath his black coat, Araya nodded thoughtfully.

"I understand. Assassin, you're the fastest. Go after them first."

"Understood."

A cold response quickly faded into silence.

Araya then asked, "What about Roa?"

"Leave him here. Dig a pit and bury him, making sure no sunlight reaches him. Once we've captured them, we'll come back for him — I'll leave a beast here to watch over him."

A simple and crude method, but surprisingly fitting for a vampire, with one exception.

"Can you guarantee your beast won't lose control?"

"No."

Fabro's blunt response left Araya speechless.

"Then I'll have my puppet watch over him."

Araya explained, "Besides being a bounded field master, I'm also a puppeteer. I've set up a simple workshop nearby. Once we get there, my injuries will heal quickly. We'll place Roa there."

"Fine, I'll have one of my beasts carry you both there."

Fabro's black coat lifted, revealing a beast that resembled both a horse and a lion.

Araya didn't hesitate. He kicked Roa onto the beast's back and jumped on as well. Seeing that Fabro wasn't moving, he asked, "You're not coming with us?"

"No, your words reminded me. My chaos has consumed too much. I need to devour some life to replenish it. There are plenty of wild animals around here. By the time you return, I should be back to full strength."

Fabro was a man of action. As soon as he finished speaking, he split off hundreds of beasts, sending them in all directions.

At the same time, the beast carrying Araya and Roa galloped off in the direction Araya had indicated.

In less than a minute, the desolate battlefield returned to silence.

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At this moment, two pale flames, the size of fingernails, suddenly lit up, accompanied by a vague shadow and a voice as heavy as a mountain.

"Chase them? Heh, even if you catch up, it's useless. Not just for you, but for them too. Their fates have not yet reached their end. And you, the persistent blacksmith — by now, your will should have been conveyed."

The pale flames flickered, reflecting the direction in which Shirou and the others had left.