"Mm-mm-mm-mm—You're just a little ninja. What do you think you can possibly accomplish?"
Perhaps because he had seen something he did not wish to see, Caster Limbo's expression turned ugly, filled with incredulous resentment.
Dense black mist surged from his hands, spreading wildly in every direction as countless black spawn poured forth from his weapon.
"You never shut up! You're pissing me off!"
Clang—
Musashi unleashed a massive slash and let out an irritated roar.
"Useless!"
Caster Limbo shrieked.
"You are nothing but lowly Servants who have gained a trifling amount of magical energy—this is Rejecting the Defiled Land Castle! Everything here has received Satan's blessing—you are powerless!"
Caster Limbo released black mist as he spoke with a vicious grin.
"You insignificant—Fuuma Kotarou!"
Yet even as Caster Limbo said this—
The bizarre spawn protecting him were indeed dwindling without pause.
"Quit talking nonsense. That's why."
"At least when you lose, you won't look too pathetic."
Sakumura cut down a great serpent with a single stroke and, together with Miyamoto Musashi and Fuuma Kotarou, closed in on Caster Limbo from different directions.
"Do you—really think so?"
Caster Limbo suddenly stopped twisting his body, his face breaking into a manic grin.
"Do you really think—you are the ones approaching this monk? Wrong, wrong, completely wrong—it is this monk who is approaching you!"
"The time is about right. Stop dreaming of taking my head. It is time to settle this!"
"Heh heh—hahahahahaha—hahahahahahahahaha!!!!"
"Come! Come recite sutras for Buddha! Come, come—devour the light, my pentagram!!!"
He raised both hands, unleashing a crimson torrent from them toward—to his left and right.
"What—!?"
The crimson torrent was unquestionably aimed at the two swordmasters—Miyamoto Musashi and Sakumura Anno.
Sakumura tried to evade it, but the crimson flow seemed able to sense where he was—there was no escaping