Chapter 567: Blackened, Artoria

Every time the golden sword light flashed, it was like an eraser, directly clearing away the pitch-black Yin Spirit Sea Tide.

Ring!

Ring!

That magnificent spectacle even caused Uchiha Madara and Gojo Satoru to cast sidelong glances.

Minato Namikaze, unwilling to participate in this kind of struggle, constantly changed his position in the air while also noticing this powerful existence who had appeared only a short while ago.

This blonde girl had a resolute expression, as if every sword strike was swung while upholding some kind of conviction.

"In that sword, there is a momentum of pressing forward with indomitable will..."

Uchiha Madara originally did not want to be manipulated by that host in such a despicable way; he prided himself on his great strength and felt that as long as that guy encountered some problem that required his own intervention.

The so-called resurrection would eventually come.

As a guy who had also been an ambitious schemer for many years, he knew very well that the so-called "resurrection" of that madman Master could not possibly be anything purely good.

If there was no benefit to himself, that guy would never do it.

Therefore, the only explanation was that even if he were resurrected and regained a flesh-and-blood body, he would merely become a tool for the other party to drive.

But at this very moment, he clearly felt the intense determination radiating from that woman, as if every sword strike was accompanied by an absolute conviction of certain victory.

No, that was probably no longer just conviction; Uchiha Madara's Three-Tomoe Sharingan rotated slightly, as if seeing countless figures appearing behind that woman.

As she held her two swords high, those countless figures shouted in unison, their overwhelming will permeating the entirety of that sword.

Win!

Must win!

This battle must be won!

Even if we all shall die, our King... must win!

Boom!

Uchiha Madara quickly shifted his position with the Nine-Tails beneath him, only to see the heaven-toppling sword light directly shatter the balance that had existed here.

Millennium Worm lowered his head, and the next moment, his figure rushed rapidly toward Saber.

He had an incomparable longing for resurrection; he still wanted to return to his war-torn hometown to see if his younger brother and mother, who had lost him, were doing well.

The intense aura blooming from Artoria seemed to become the target of everyone in an instant, and countless Yin Spirit tides swept toward her, except for Black Face, whose status vaguely surpassed all Yin Spirits, who stood pressing against his blade beneath the Broccoli-like Divine Kingdom Artificial Body, with no intention of making a move.

Even that guardian spirit Lv Bu was dancing wildly with his Fangtian Halberd, slashing away the approaching Yin Spirits, and was also rushing toward Artoria.

【Domain Expansion·Sound Kill Underworld】!

The pitch-black domain expanded in an instant, and the eerie Cursed Energy soared in a heartbeat; in this special space without life, death, day, or night, the distortion in the heart of the Reincarnator Millennium Worm grew with each passing day, and his Cursed Energy increased rather than decreased.

Artoria turned her head, only to see a man in a trench coat forming strange hand seals with both hands, the black space behind him expanding and directly enveloping her.

An unusually dangerous intuition emerged.

Artoria suddenly gripped her hands tightly and violently raised the holy sword in her hand high.

Magic Power exploded with determination.

Millennium Worm watched as the domain was about to close, but the space above was actually being buffeted and agitated by the Magic Power released by 【Excalibur】, and he felt a shock in his heart.

Could Artoria actually Release a Noble Phantasm in this state?!

That should have been an impossible thing.

But thinking of the other party's extraordinary mastery over that Star Holy Sword, and the fact that in the so-called 【Round Table Conference】, many holy knights had almost unconditional trust in Artoria as Arthur.

Once she truly wanted to Release the holy sword, no one could say what might happen.

Not daring to hesitate, Millennium Worm spoke directly.

"Sleep!"

In a place like this, Cursed Kill was meaningless; on the contrary, Sleep was the ultimate killing technique.

Sound waves oscillated, and countless chime bells within the domain shook simultaneously; Artoria's whole body shuddered, and her eyes seemed about to close, but the next moment, that sword still slashed down decisively.

Pfft!

Outside the pitch-black domain, Gojo Satoru watched in astonishment as the golden sword light erupted directly from the domain; Millennium Worm's Spirit Body was split in two from within, fell to the ground, and subsequently returned to the Yellow Springs.