"Your body might not be able to withstand the power of nine blades."
Koyue Yuki frowned slightly and spoke gravely. "An ordinary person's bloodline cannot wield nine Magatsu Blades, let alone when you're already seriously injured..."
"How would we know without trying?"
Amamiya Haruki spoke calmly. His blood-soaked hand reached into the wooden crate, seized a purple longsword, and drove it into the pool of blood at his feet, sheath and all.
"One of the Nine Calamity Blades, Duo E."
Amamiya Haruki murmured to himself, then took out the dark-colored longsword he had just acquired and thrust it into the ground.
"Two of the Nine Calamity Blades, Mountain of Burial."
When the second Magatsu Blade merged into the pool of blood, the two blades seemed to form some kind of resonance through the blood, trembling faintly!
Purple and dark glimmers flowed into the pool of blood, intertwining and connecting as a mysterious aura spread outward.
"Brother Amemiya is...?"
Yurina stood to one side, blankly watching Amamiya Haruki's actions with confusion written all over her face.
"He is using himself as a medium to trigger the union of the nine blades." Koyue Yuki spoke slowly. "The auras of the nine Magatsu Blades are independent of one another. Only by using blood as the catalyst and the body as the furnace can they be linked together...
In the words we used when forging the Magatsu Blades back then, he is making a sacrifice."
"A sacrifice?" Hoshimi Shota's expression shifted slightly. "Will he die?"
"Creating a divine artifact is hardly so easy. Who knew how many lives were piled up just to forge the Nine Calamity Blades? Now that the nine blades are becoming one, life is also needed as a medium." Koyue Yuki paused before finally saying,
"But even as a sacrifice...