The Infinite Sword System That Ravages the Dimension

Chapter 29 The Swordmaker

On the narrow street, Kiba Yuto's rapid breathing sound was exceptionally clear.

The magic sword is constantly being generated from his side, and all kinds of magic swords are displayed on the street along with his magic power.

Kiba Yuto is also a person who owns a magic weapon. His magic weapon is called [Sword Birth], as the name suggests, it is an artifact that can continuously create magic swords.

This is also the reason why Arturia felt that his moves were very familiar when she saw Kiba Yuuto fighting for the first time.

However, this kind of diversified ability is extremely passive in front of Wei Gong.

Sword making was originally Emiya's specialty.

One after another, magic swords have been created, including ice magic swords wrapped in ice, fire magic swords burning with flames, and even huge magic swords that focus on destruction.

These are all magic swords created by Kiba Yuto in the previous battle.

Just like Emiya's fighting style, Magic Sword Creation, an artifact with very good adaptability, can deal with the enemy with diversified attacks, coupled with its own superb sword skills and super fast speed brought by knight chess pieces, wood Chang Yuto is a very good existence among Rias's dependents.

It's just that all of this is difficult to carry out under Wei Gong's attack.

Wei Gong didn't create the precious treasure he was good at before, nor did he project groups of sword rains. He only has one sword in his hand now.

A sword that Yuto is extremely familiar with.

After all, Yuto was defeated by this sword just earlier today.

The holy sword of destruction, the holy sword held by Xenovia.

"Why, you who keep saying you want to destroy the holy sword, but you can't hurt this sword at all, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Wei Gong said some mocking words, and the attack in his hand didn't stop.

"What's more, this is not the real holy sword, it's just a manufactured fake. It's just that if it can't be broken to this extent, your revenge is just talking."

"asshole······"

The magic sword in his hand was shattered again. Under the power of the holy sword, the magic sword made by Yuuto Kiba was completely vulnerable.

Kiba Yuto's heart was full of anger, but it was not anger towards Emiya, but anger towards himself.

He clearly said that he wanted to avenge his comrades, but he didn't even hurt a single hair of the holy sword.

How can this be reconciled.

"Give up, if it's your level, even if you deserve your life, it's just a meaningless act."

With a swing of the sword, Kiba Yuuto's blade was shattered.

Turning back, the hilt hit Yuto's abdomen again.

The familiar pain, the familiar sound of vomiting.

Everything is like a repeat of the morning.

With one blow, Kiba Yuuto lost his fighting power.

"Is it only to this extent? Your artifact should be more powerful."

"・・・"

All it got was silence.

"If you're like you, you can't do anything, you're just half-baked."

Emiya put away the holy sword, and said in a deep voice to Kiba Yuto.

"What should I do, Emiya-sensei..."

Kiba Yuto raised his head and looked at Emiya, his eyes full of desire for power.

"Let me give you some advice. Whether a weapon is genuine or not, it only depends on the ability of the user."

Wei Gong said such a sentence to him.

Like I said to my past self.

Perhaps out of pity for his past?

Or maybe it was just because of the similar moves, Emiya still made a move.

"The ability of the user..."

He murmured such a sentence, as if he was thinking about something.

Wei Gong didn't say much, just took it quietly.

However, tonight is not destined to be peaceful.

Whether it is the arrival of the holy sword user or the infiltration of the fallen angel cadres, they have increased the instability of the town.

"Yeah. Look what I found? A handsome devil brother, and a suspicious person mixed with devils!"

A man dressed like a priest appeared in front of Emiya and Yuuto Kiba.

"I'm really sorry to interrupt your communication, but you don't need to worry about it, because you are going to die soon, by the sword of my uncle!"

"Fred Serran?!"