The faint blue flame spread to the surroundings in an instant.
Even the black world became dazzling.
Susano'o was not surprised to see this flame.
In other words, he had already seen this kind of flame.
"Do you want to compete with me in your barrier?
It looks like you are very capable."
Wrapped in flames and the surrounding scenery flickering, Susano'o frowned slightly as he looked at the world full of swords around him.
Since Emiya came to the island country, he has naturally paid attention to it, but because his identity is not clear, he has not had early contact with him.
However, Emiya has a power that can trap even the God of Disobedience.
Of course the barrier knows about it.
After all, a god-killer who can fight against the disobedient god without causing destruction, even a god needs to observe it.
However, he had never been to this enchantment before.
In other words, this was his first time in this world full of swords.
"I have long heard that the first god you killed was the blacksmith in Greece.
This scene really fits the image of a blacksmith.
But God Killer, do you think that with these things that are not even divine tools?
, can you solve me?"
There was a trace of ferocity on Susano'o's face.
In front of him, Emiya was standing there, surrounded by scattered swords.
Each one represents a legendary story, re-created by the man who usurped the power of the blacksmith.
"Are you ready, Susanoo?
What you have to face now is the Infinity Sword."
"Infinity Sword.
For us, we only need one sword to fight."
Just as he was talking, a hurricane formed in Susano'o's hand, and the dark sword of Amazong Cloud appeared in his hand.
In an instant, the terrifying curse spread from the sword, gradually filling the area.
Susanoo's eyes were burning with fighting spirit.
"I haven't moved my muscles in a thousand years, boy, don't let me down."
In response, Emiya didn't say much, just smiled.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, a sword rose from the ground and landed in his hand.
The flames spread to the sword.
On this land, wind and fire echo each other from afar.
Meanwhile, outside.
Princess Liuli Tong and the skinny old monk stood on the mountainous area where it was still raining heavily.
The hut had been destroyed, so they could only come here.
However, the two of them didn't care about this now.
After all, there was Artoria, the God Killer, in front of them.
"Aren't you worried?
King Rakshasa from a foreign country, you are really relieved to just let that guy fight Susano'o."
Strangely enough, the skinny old monk's words at this moment contained extremely obvious provocative intentions.
Or maybe that's his nature.
Although he has become a Buddha in the flesh, compared to the Godslayer and the God of Disobedience, he is still inferior and is not at a level that he can be proud of in terms of power.
"I think you should know why things are like this, so please be quiet for a while."
Princess Liu Litong glanced at the old monk.
To be honest, if it weren't for their reckless behavior, I'm afraid Emiya wouldn't have fought with them.
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However, it was obvious that Princess Liuli Tong also knew their personalities and just said something symbolically.
Then, he saluted Artoria who was holding the holy sword in front of her.
"I'm very sorry, Rakshasa-sama.
I think we still have a chance to have a good talk.
What happened just now was because my husband, Susano'o, acted poorly.
In any case, please calm down."
Unlike the skinny old monk, this Princess with Glazed Eyes had experienced Artoria's oppression head-on.
Although they were able to evacuate quickly due to their location in a secluded world, offending a god-killer was not a good thing.
At this moment, Artoria, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.
"I said, do you think Shirou is not the opponent of the God of Disobedience?"
Obviously, he was talking to the skinny old monk.
"Isn't it?
King of Rakshasa in a foreign country, how long have you been the king?
I'm afraid it's only a few months.
You succeeded as King of Rakshasa by relying on luck that is different from ordinary people.
Do you think that with this level of success?
Can he compete with the gods with his own power?
What’s more, Susano’o is not an ordinary god.”
The skinny old monk was right.
The battle between the God Killer and the God of Disobedience itself represented too much uncertainty.
After all, the powers of the God of Disobedience are all kinds of strange.
Even the God Killer can only obtain one power at a time.
From this aspect alone, there is a gap in strength between the God Killer and the God of Disobedience.
In addition, Many gods also have the power of resurrection, and no matter how you look at it, the outcome cannot be easily determined.
"Just in time, let you two new Rakshasa kings see what kind of power the disobedient god who has survived for thousands of years is like."
The words of the skinny old monk were obviously provocative and full of confidence.
In other words, he was very sure about Susanoo's victory over Emiya.
However, Princess Liuli Tong next to her was not so relaxed, and worry flashed in her eyes from time to time.
Although what the skinny old monk said just now is correct, he also missed one thing.
God-killers, this kind of existence cannot be treated with common sense.
Being able to kill gods as a mortal, when such a being gains power comparable to that of a god, it is impossible to predict what will happen.
Just like Tony, the King of Swords, when he first gained power, he could make Vauban furious, but he was not killed by Vauban.
"Perhaps you are right, but have you never thought that just by appearing in front of me, you are not afraid of dying by my sword?"
The breeze blew, and the holy light on Artoria's sword shone brighter, and the dangerous aura spread.
A trace of fear flashed in Princess Liuli Tong's eyes, but the skinny old monk next to her didn't pay attention to it.
"Oh, does the Rakshasa King from a foreign country want to fight with us here?
It seems that you haven't understood what kind of place this is."
There was a hint of sarcasm on the skinny old monk's face, which seemed a bit funny on his mummy-like body.
"Although our power is indeed not as good as yours, in this secluded world, we can leave here at any time if we want, not even the God Killers."
“An ideal city that is still glorious iiantcarot” While the skinny old monk was explaining endlessly, Arturia took out her other sword and freed her true name.
Before the two of them could react, the sacred light had already enveloped them.
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