Chapter 900
Shirou gave instructions to Gareth, who was behind Artoria.
"Learn!"
The puppy-like girl answered with great enthusiasm and then ran off quickly.
Artoria watched Gareth's retreating figure, cheering her on, then turned to face Shirou.
"Then let us go and ward off the calamity!"
Shirou and Artoria exchanged a glance, then headed towards the port.
It would take about an hour to run there from here, because the artisan city is built like a maze, winding and turning.
Artoria runs very fast, but she can't catch up like that.
Shirou looked at the Child of Prophecy beside him, who wore a puzzled expression.
"What's wrong, Shirou? Is there breadcrumbs on my face?"
"Excuse me, Lady."
Shirou spoke in the affected tone he had learned while living in London, then put his arm around the waist of the Paradise Fae.
By the time Artoria realized what was happening, they were already dozens of meters in the air.
"Wait a minute!? Shirou!?!?"
This is a technique that Shirou learned from Miyu: using magic to create footholds in the air.
In cities, this method is more efficient than flying.
"So high, so scary!"
Artoria hugged Shirou tightly.
"Just jump all the way to the port in one go, don't bite your tongue!"
Shirou gave only the bare minimum warning, then ignored the girl's screams and leaped through the air toward the port.
They soon arrived at the port area.
A considerable number of Mors had already gathered there, and the dark, suffocating curse had turned the seawater the color of oil.
"Give me a little more... time to prepare mentally!?"
Artoria took out the Magecraft catalyst from her bosom, complaining with a long face.
"I'm sorry, but not a second can be wasted."
Mors is a monster that can multiply infinitely, so fighting it will always put you on the defensive.
In reality, it only took Shirou five minutes from receiving the intelligence to arriving at the port, but the scale of the curse had already expanded dozens of times.
"I know! But you better remember this!"
Artoria complained in a rude tone, looking quite angry.
How can I make her happy afterwards...?
"... Projection, Start (Trace On)."
As Shirou pondered in his mind, he muttered a spell imbued with magical power.
"Furube, Yura Yura... Eight-Grip Sword - Divergent Sila Divine General - Mahoraga."
The next instant, Shirou's Shadow fell from the sky and spread out on the ground.
A golden wheel, reminiscent of a ship's wheel, appeared above the white-haired youth's head.
An eight-handed sword is still a sword!!
Volume 11: Chapter 527 Shirou: Oops, my wheel has spun!
"Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga".
This is one of Shirou Amamiya's latest abilities that has not yet been revealed.
Its essence is Projection of a shikigami (spirit).
To complete the Projection of Mahoraga, the following specific conditions must be met.
First and foremost is the imaginary attribute of Magecraft, which is absolutely crucial.
The Mahoraga is an aggregate of Shadow, therefore the user's own body must also possess the attributes of Shadow (imaginary numbers).
Shirou has already achieved this by merging with the Goddess of Creation Tiamat, allowing his soul to sink into the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, and thus gaining the Imaginary Number attribute at the Spirit Origin.
Secondly, you need to complete the ritual to subdue the shikigami, which simply means you must defeat the Mahoraga once.
During the subjugation ritual several years ago, Shirou first encountered a monster from another world—no, from within his own heart.
Those standing there were neither heroic Heroic Spirit nor anti- Heroic Spirit.
Although his name evokes Japan mythology, he is an existence of unknown origin that does not exist in any mythological system or legend.
Standing over two meters tall, his bulging muscles resembled white marble, covering his entire body like armor.
Six Wings concealed its face, making it impossible to discern its expression; only a chilling smile remained.
A terrifyingly sharp blade was strapped to his right arm, and most unusual of all was the golden, ship-wheel-shaped wheel (Dharmachakra) floating above the giant's head.
"..."
Looking at the White Giant before him, Shirou instantly thought of Heracles, the Great Hero of Greek Mythology.
Then, during the battle of the subjugation ritual, Shirou's Mystic Eyes pierced through the true nature of the Mahoraga.
Its essence is "adaptation to all phenomena" and "complete reconciliation of the curse".
He is not a hero, but he possesses regenerative and adaptive abilities that surpass those of the Twelve Trials.
Depending on the battlefield and the world view, this is a monster with no upper limit.
By the time it realized what was happening, Shirou's attacks were no longer effective.
This was also the first time Shirou had encountered an enemy who had withstood a thousand swords simultaneously and was still standing.
The Vortex Sword instantly vaporized Mahoraga's body, but it regenerated in the blink of an eye.
This was clearly the first time the Vortex Sword had been used on him.
So that's how it is. What this guy is adapted to isn't the sword I Projection, but rather "Unlimited Blade Works" itself, which stores countless swords...
Once Shirou understood this fact, the subjugation ritual ended.
The arrow shot by the "Divine Bow Aegis" completely destroyed the physical body of the Mahoraga, exiling him to the Sea of Shadows (the Imaginary Space).
And so, Shirou became the master of the otherworldly shikigami.
Now Shirou has summoned him from the Sea of Imaginary Numbers.
Shirou deliberately concealed the enormous size of Mahoraga.
That guy's mere appearance is already incredibly eye-catching; it wouldn't be good if he stole the spotlight from the Child of Prophecy.
He concealed the Spirit Origin of the Mahoraga within the depths of his own Shadow, revealing only the "adaptive system" portion of its core to himself.
Artoria also noticed the changes in Shirou's body.
A golden wheel above his head, and a white blade wrapped in bandages around his right arm.
Shirou swung his blade, a cold light slicing across the world.
"The Sword of Extermination" -- this is one of the reasons why Shirou summoned the Mahoraga.
The power contained within this sword is not magic.
It is a kind of energy that does not belong to this world, or even to this universe.
It is a positive energy with 100% purity generated by multiplying negative energy called "Cursed Energy".
That was an absolute purifying flash of light that could completely eradicate all demonic, evil, and curses.
"--------!!"
The moment the Sword of Extermination fell, dozens of Mors vanished without a trace, turning into dust.
For Mors, a pure embodiment of curses, the positive energy contained in the "Sword of Extermination" can be considered the Natural Enemy of all Natural Enemy.
The "Sword of Extermination" created a foothold in the horde of Mors, where Shirou and Artoria landed together.
"Th—what is that, Shirou? I have a chill down my spine... Are you alright?"
The Child of Prophecy, back-to-back with Shirou, couldn't help but blurt it out.
"It's the sword of justice from the Evil Special Attack, Artoria, you'd better be careful not to be exorcised."
Don't portray them like evil spirits!
Artoria angrily swatted away a Mors that pounced on her.
"Seriously, isn't this number a bit too outrageous?"
"..."
The quantity was indeed much greater than expected.
However, this level of severity is not a problem.
Every time Shirou swings the "Sword of Extermination," dozens of Mors are instantly killed.
He easily cut a breach in the cursed black tide.
Artoria also used Magecraft and various catalysts to reduce the number of Mors.
At the port, Mors's encirclement gradually crumbled, and the scene reversed to Shirou and Artoria alone suppressing tens of thousands of curses.
"Although the enemy's momentum is beyond our expectations, thanks to Shirou... if this continues, we can win!"
Artoria said happily.
Shirou's face was devoid of any smile.
He didn't summon the Mahoraga to deal with these small fry.
Next comes the crucial part.
"The citizens' evacuation is mostly complete, while Spriggan and his men have taken refuge in Vault Castle."
While Shirou was exorcising the curse, he listened to a report from Hope from the rear.
After clearing a gap in the Mors swarm's attack, he glanced briefly in the direction of Vault Castle.
Are you really that obsessed with your own treasure...?
That Spriggan guy, despite being human, has picked up all the bad habits of fairies from living in the Fae Kingdom for too long.
With that many Mors, if it weren't for Shirou and Artoria supporting them on the front lines, the Vault Castle would probably have been breached sooner or later.
However, from Spriggan's perspective, this option, though risky, was unavoidable.
After all, Shirou had been refusing to talk to him, and to some extent, he had been trying to entice him.
So far, everything is progressing smoothly.
That being said, things can't go smoothly until the very end.
Just when Shirou felt it was about time---
"A group of Mors bypassed this area and landed from another location."
While Shirou was suppressing Mors's large group, Artoria used her farsight Magecraft to check the situation on the battlefield.
"What should we do? Should one of us, Shirou or I, leave here to engage them?"
It 'Paradise Fae fairy asked.
They have repelled three waves of attacks from the Mors band.
The first wave was breaking through the encirclement, and they won very easily.
The second wave, which was immediately added, was also suppressed due to the difference in combat power.