"Then keep lying low forever. There's no need for you on this Elzeran Continent," Alustriel said.
"Old man," Dales said as he looked at Uchiha Madara. "You need to prove that I didn't deliberately kill the elven princess. It was because she refused to let go of me."
"..." Uchiha Madara said helplessly, "I'm really not your grandfather."
The Demon Codex in Dales's hand slowly left his grasp and floated before his chest.
"Let's begin, Alustriel," Dales said with a smile. "I also want to see just how capable this elven princess is—the one from a race that has always been at odds with us necromancers."
Alustriel swung her longsword and firmly uttered one word: "Fire!"
Countless silver-white longswords shot forth in an instant.
There were so many of them. As Uchiha Madara watched the silver-white swords, he realized their number far surpassed his Phoenix Sage Fire Technique. Moreover, their targets were clear: every one of them flew straight toward Dales.
With such a dense barrage of swords, evading them would definitely not be easy. There were simply too many, and they were all concentrated on one target.
The Demon Codex before Dales suddenly opened. Uchiha Madara heard a miserable chorus of howls and wails, making him wonder what exactly was inside it.
Dales tore a page from the open Demon Codex. The sheet vanished into thin air, and a solid wall made of bones appeared around him.
All the longswords struck the wall of bone without producing any effect.
The countless swords pounded against the bone wall for several full minutes, but in the end, they failed to cause any substantial damage.
Each sword vanished after falling to the ground. Uchiha Madara felt that they were not physical objects, but constructs created through Alustriel's immense power.
Though they had