The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 247: Give the Dragon World a Little Divine Shock
a moment ago.

While riding on the back of Melyuchina's dragon, Emiya suddenly had an idea in his mind.

A method of forging the Murakumo sword in an alternative way.

——That was the Tsumu Kari no Tachi, which, in Emiya's impression, was the Noble Phantasm of the Heroic Spirit Sengo Muramasa.

When Sengo Muramasa unleashes his Noble Phantasm "Infinite Blade System," a mental landscape similar to Infinite Blade System forms around him, creating a wilderness of countless swords.

But unlike the usual infinite sword system, Sengo Muramasa will break all these countless swords into pieces, and in the end, the only sword left is the one in his own hand.

The inscription on the sword is "Tsumukari Muramasa", which means Tsumukari no Tachi, one of the aliases of the sacred sword Ame Murakumo.

The way this Tsukimukari no Tachi is presented also reflects Sengo Muramasa's philosophy: to give his all, even at the cost of burning himself out, to forge and refine this one and only work.

The power of the god Susanoo that fills Emiya's body at this moment is the best filler for forging the sword Ame Murakumo.

"...Tsumukari no Tachi!"

The countless swords within the Infinite Sword System were crushed and restored to become the base material for casting the divine sword, infusing it with pseudo-divine power and filling it with inner spirit.

Countless experiences gained from studying Noble Phantasms were now transformed with astonishing efficiency. Orange-red flames continuously emanated from the outside of Emiya's body, like an invisible furnace of heaven and earth.

Then, he operated the Susanoo mecha and casually made an outward pulling motion. The next moment, an extremely hot light burst out. The thick purple giant's hand waved and clenched, as if treating the bright light as an invisible scabbard, and took out a sharp sword that was burning and emitting strong flames!

"Ahahahahaha! You actually used your skills to give a rootless duckweed, which is just a shell, sufficient and stable substance? Young warrior, it turns out that you are not just a master of martial arts, but also a supremely gifted swordsmith!"

Ibuki Douji raised the purple snake sword, and the blade burst into a terrifying golden edge. "Then, let's test the sword! This time, you won't be allowed to escape again!"

The golden sword light became more and more dazzling and intense, the sword of heaven and earth roared and echoed with thunder, and under the dark clouds, a huge rain poured down. As the sword light of Ibuki Douji became more and more dazzling, it became more violent and difficult to control, like a raging wave rushing in the sky.

"Of course. Right now, I'm giving it my all!"

Emiya wielded the enormous katana, which was filled with the inexpressible and powerful will of the gods, overwhelming the mortal world. The rushing storm in the sky cheered for it, and the falling rain quickly dissipated.

Ibuki Douji, bearing the weight of drifting clouds beneath him, rose ever higher. The purple Serpent God's sword, imbued with divine might, roared with a force surpassing that of many thunderbolts. The rolling dark clouds, brewing endless calamity, pierced the air with lightning, torrential rain, and storms as the Serpent God's sword danced.

"cut!"

The green-haired snake god raised the sword above his head, and the vast golden light expanded rapidly. The shadows of eight giant beasts roared faintly in the golden curtain, swinging their suffocating shadows, and then, as if pouncing on their prey, they melted in the golden light and fell straight down.

The sea of ​​clouds fell wildly, and the sky collapsed.

"Drink!"

Emiya stared intently at the golden divine power that was falling to the ground and could destroy countless mountains and rivers. The opponent's pressure was real, it was a blow of extraordinary mass and speed.

But he felt no fear; instead, he summoned a strong will. The inner forging of a divine sword is the forging of spiritual elements. Faith, worship, perseverance, or will are the key factors that determine the power of the "Tsumukari no Tachi" in his hand.

Therefore... abandon redundancy, abandon weight, abandon speed, abandon those elements that will put you at a complete disadvantage in the confrontation!
Only when you reach this point, all things converge, can you fully utilize this sword, unleash the power of the divine Susanoo, and unleash the greatest potential of your heart!

The knife cuts the flesh, and the heart cuts the soul!

Silently, the sword in his hand burst out with terrifying white light as it met the torrent of golden light. The breath of the gods violently swept across the sky, releasing its power on the sea of ​​clouds, and facing the golden light in the sky from afar.

"Hahahahaha—very good, that's it, warrior boy! Channel out that enemy's power thoroughly!"

Amidst the golden power of heaven, the snake god laughed brightly, and black thunderclouds rolled and surged.

"In that case, witness the essence of forging...! The myth created by human hands is enough to shake the boundless power of heaven!"

Emiya rode Melyucina towards them, and in the vast golden light, he turned into a blazing, straight, bright white edge, piercing through the golden sword light curtain created by the flash of the divine sword, and went straight into the sky, touching the dark clouds covering the entire city!
This knife opens the sky!
No words can describe the spectacular scenery brought about by such a fierce collision. In the face of miracles that transcend the power of heaven, words seem pale and powerless.

The sword pointed upwards, invincible. The thick, ink-black sea of ​​clouds was violently cut open by the power of the gods. The sky, which was tens or hundreds of kilometers long, was abruptly torn apart. On both sides of the sword mark, vast clouds surged and thunder and lightning intertwined.

But in the face of divine power, these natural landscapes are like props that can be manipulated at will, fit only to dance for the gods on the stage.

"Uu ...

The blue-haired snake god's hair danced wildly, and a clearly visible scar appeared on her huge body with a strong divinity from the left shoulder to the chest. However, the smile on her cheek became more and more intense, and it was obvious that she didn't care at all.

"Happy! Fighting against my old enemy is so joyful! ——But it's not enough!"

"Disaster! Calamity! Heaven's power! Learn here the fragility and impermanence of things!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ibuki Douji's power acted on a wide area in the sky, radiating out within the thick cumulus clouds.

woohoo-

The storm was like an invisible palm of a god, gathering the clouds and rain.

The rolling rainstorm thunderclouds were several kilometers thick from the bottom to the top of the clouds, but at this moment they were distorted by the power and forcibly gathered into a giant snake-like beast that swallowed clouds and rain and drove thunder and lightning!

The clouds and storms brought together many giant snakes that howled and screamed in the sky. The huge snake bodies were hundreds of kilometers in diameter. A flick of their tails could create a super typhoon, and a spit of their mouths could bring out thunderstorms and floods!

Emiya exerted all his might to wield the Tsukumukari no Tachi. The divine sword burned even more fiercely, like Susanoo from the mythical era, swinging his weapon without hesitation at the Great Snake God. Suddenly, a bright white sword light pierced the sky and the earth!

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The central control room on the second floor of the Kassel College library was brightly lit and bustling with activity, even though the shift system had been temporarily suspended. This was not due to the busyness of daily affairs, but because everyone had to work overtime due to an urgent report suddenly issued by Norma. Even professors such as Manstein, Schneider, and Guderian were all gathered together.

"Norma, what's the situation in Tokyo right now? Didn't the last report say that the Holy Grail War's out-of-control situation had been properly resolved?"

Manstein adjusted his glasses, the bright light reflecting off his balding head. "I still remember our vice-president patting his chest and assuring us of this. Sure enough, that drunken old cowboy's words are unreliable."

"Hey! Son, you can't be so disrespectful to me! Finkel's instructions were unclear, so I had to trouble the good guys in the Equipment Department to use drones to scout the battlefield. And my report was correct until the mutation just now!"

The night watchman's voice came from the other side of the communication channel the operator dialed, making the staff present prick up their ears in surprise. Shocked! Professor Manstein, the discipline committee member, was actually the son of Vice President Night Watchman?

"...We don't care about outdated information sent by an old man," Manstein said mercilessly. It was obvious that the relationship between father and son was not good. "Norma, tell me what's going on."

A female voice, in a typical announcer's accent, spoke softly, "Professors, this urgent report comes from images we're monitoring from several military reconnaissance satellites. Please look at the big screen."

"This is a meteorological image we captured over Tokyo. The satellite image shows that the super-large typhoon clouds in this image formed rapidly in just a few seconds, and their expansion speed, movement speed, and wind speed changed extremely rapidly."

"...The power can be described as increasing in a step-by-step manner. The diameter was 500 kilometers in the first second, and expanded to over 800 kilometers in the second. The predicted wind speed jumped from 50 meters per second to over 90 meters per second..."

Then several professors and even the staff working nearby couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"...Huh? This is weather? You call this a super typhoon? Or am I seeing things?"

Guderian felt like the sky was about to fall. The change in wind speed was one thing, but what kind of typhoon would grow into such a strange, multi-headed snake shape?

He looked at his two colleagues beside him, and sure enough, they also looked incredible... It was great that he was not so old that his eyesight was blurry.

"Can we continue to observe? Also, can we clear the data from these satellite images?"

Manstein asked in a serious tone.

Norma replied softly, "Understood, Professor Manstein. My answer is that you can continue, but hacking into these military reconnaissance satellites for a long time will trigger a series of reactions from major powers, so it is not recommended."

"Furthermore, due to the vast scope of the abnormal weather, we will be unable to continue concealing the exposure of this phenomenon unless the Board of Directors authorizes the control of all weather satellites, reconnaissance satellites, and even reconnaissance and patrol aircraft in nearby airspace, as well as other national military facilities."

Manstein stopped talking, and cold sweat quietly flowed down his smooth head.

This was simply impossible. No matter how powerful the secret party was, it couldn't withstand the pressure from the world's major powers. Although the Equipment Department occasionally caused trouble, resulting in various minor incidents on the American military side, they could still be handled.

However, when it comes to events involving such a large scope, it seems that we have the will but not the ability to deal with them.

They weren't allowed to observe such obvious typhoon clouds? Did they have something to hide?

Norma continued to release new images, "...Please see the latest developments."

Almost all eyes in the central control room couldn't help but be drawn to the vast cloud mass, which was changing rapidly and moving at high speed above the sea of ​​clouds like a giant snake. The long cyclonic wind belts were like snake bodies, with the eye of the storm as the main trunk as the center, chasing and biting something.

Those wind belts in the sky would occasionally be mysteriously cut in the middle. To put it in an exaggerated way, it was as if someone had cut them in half with an extra-long sword.

"Based on our observations and calculations," Norma said, "Professors, this isn't simply meteorological or elemental turbulence caused by the Dragon King."

"what is that?"

"By integrating these images into video data and developing a three-dimensional spatial model, we can draw a preliminary conclusion... The most plausible cause of this phenomenon is an unknown high-intensity battle between the two sides."

"..."

The whole audience was silent.

What they observed wasn't a massive weather event, but a battle taking place in the sky? So, what terrifying things were the two sides in this battle?

It took Schneider a long time to come back to his senses. He said in a hoarse voice, incredulous, "Norma, why can't it be the Dragon King? Can't the Dragon King's Ultimate Word Spirit cause a phenomenon of this scale?"

"Professor Schneider, according to current historical records, the Ultimate Word Spirit can indeed cause a city-scale devastation phenomenon, but this phenomenon is the product of a single Word Spirit trigger."

"The energy contained in the super typhoon that is erupting right now far exceeds the energy level of destroying a city. It is even incomparable to the Tsar Bomba, the world's largest nuclear weapon, and this phenomenon is ongoing."

"You can understand it this way: the Ultimate Word Spirit is like humanity's nuclear weapons, a backup plan for the Dragon Kings. The battle currently taking place has already reached or even surpassed the Ultimate Word Spirit on a normal level."

"Oh my God! This is outrageous! It's like the battle of gods recorded in mythology!" Guderian shouted beside Schneider, as noisy as an agile old gibbon. "Schneider, you said--"

"Shut up!" Schneider didn't have much childishness and didn't have time to jump up and down like a fool like Guderian.

"Vice Principal, I remember the intelligence you gave me indicated that the Eight Snake Clans are descendants of the White King. Their bloodline stems from the White King, who is also known as Izanami in their mythology?"

"Yes, this is information your principal got from somewhere, so it's somewhat credible," said the night watchman. "Unfortunately, this information may not be of much help in helping us understand the current situation."

"Why? If the four monarchs can't cause a battle of this scale, then isn't the White King the only one left?"

Schneider was still trying to use traditional thinking to understand everything before him. He felt that his shaky worldview could still be saved.

"Wrong, totally wrong. My apprentice Finkel has returned safely from the battlefield where he defeated the White King. Are you accusing my apprentice of being a deserter?" The Night Watchman denied Schneider and smashed the wine bottle in dissatisfaction on the other side of the communication channel.

"—Besides, the principal just sent back his observations. Take a look. How do you explain this purple giant riding a dragon and this female human-faced giant snake...?"

Manstein stared at the cyan and purple figures on the image, his gold-rimmed glasses half-falling from his cheeks. He murmured, "Could it be possible... that there really are gods in this world?"

(End of this chapter)