Billions of killing-intent-laden blades, like a raging torrent of metal, slammed viciously into the reverse-swirling sea of purple-black flames.
The sturdy Knight's Longswords and mana-infused Fantasy Armaments pierced through the fire, embedding themselves in the evil dragon's bony armor and Black Jeanne's armor, sending dazzling sparks flying.
Roar—!!
Every hit made the massive evil dragon shudder violently in midair, letting out pained wails.
But even more blades, the instant they touched those viscous cursed flames, were like metal cast into strong acid. They let out teeth-grating sizzles, swiftly twisted, reddened, and then exploded with a bang.
They turned into splattering molten iron, magnificent beyond measure.
"Wow, their moves are so flashy!" March 7th could not help but marvel.
If she could show off like this after reaching five stars, then all that sleep she had gotten on the train lately would not have been for nothing!
Then what trash Yan Huan... what trash Dan Heng...
Did they not see whose face was carved onto the game icon?
The Cursed Black Flame carried an utterly terrifying energy. No matter how sturdy the blades it ensnared were, or what properties they possessed, they were corroded and broken down in an instant, ultimately becoming kindling.
Every blade's annihilating explosion stirred up a small purple-black Destruction Ripple, which, like a miniature black hole, blasted away, warped, drew in, and utterly obliterated more nearby blades.
The flames themselves were constantly plowed apart by the dense rain of swords, like cloth sliced by billions of invisible razors, churning and roaring as they tried to gather again.
"Hiss..."
Emiya stood atop the hill of swords, his red Holy Shroud whipping wildly amid the violent energy currents like a burning banner.
His face was pale as paper, and his body trembled fiercely from the immense drain on his