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

Chapter 265 Human Desires Are Like Rolling Stones

Ange said a lot, and finally concluded, "In other words, the Twilight Dogma firmly believes that in addition to the dragon clan, there were once powerful gods in this world. At the time of Ragnarok, they represented the dragon clan in a decisive battle."

"In the end, the Ragnarok War resulted in both sides suffering losses. A massive tsunami swept across most of the world, burying prehistoric civilization. Only after that did humanity have the opportunity to develop."

"You know, these bizarre mystical theories were often scoffed at by us secretive people in the past because they were too exaggerated."

Emiya heard some deep feelings and disbelief in Ange's words.

"But the Holy Grail War overturned your perception, right? The gods in mythology do exist."

Emiya had heard Xia Mi say before that in the most ancient period of this world, there were only highly developed intelligent life civilizations like the dragon clan, and there were no so-called gods.

However, what White King Izanami did turned the situation around.

Perhaps, although the gods of the Age of Gods do not exist in this world line, the foundation of mythology still exists... The establishment of the metaphysical foundation makes the appearance of gods possible.

"Yes, I have to admit that the Secret Party, with its long history of accumulation, is too arrogant as an organization, and its understanding of the world remains quite superficial."

Ange expressed regret and reflection on the former secret party's elimination of the Twilight Doctrine. He had some reflection, but not much, after all, that was a historical event that happened a hundred years before his time.

Ange was unable to change the outcome of the Twilight Dogma's eventual separation.

"I see... So you think Vincent is just a look-alike, and you've never paid attention to the subsequent activities of Twilight Dogma?"

"Perhaps, they did during the initial period of separation. We needed to assess whether they intended to expose the true nature of the world after leaving the Secret Party. However, this small organization never changed its mystical style. In the end... the Secret Party gave up on paying attention."

"Then let me give you some advice. It's not too late to pay attention now. See you later."

Emiya and Nono exchanged glances, told each other this sentence, and hastily ended their conversation.

Ange looked at Emiya's hurriedly departing back and his somewhat distant attitude just now, and his mood inevitably became heavy.

How could he not know that there were problems within the secret party?
But Ange had already realized that this problem was closely related to the secret party's own deep-seated predicament. A complete solution in a short period of time was almost impossible.

The Secret Party's existence dates back an incredibly long time, almost ten thousand years. From an outsider's perspective, it's hard to believe that such a pure organization, dedicated to the noble ideal of slaying dragons and fighting for humanity, truly existed, active throughout history.

Ange knew that all the members of the secret party were selfish. If the dragon clan was defeated, they would be able to seize more resources and power in this world. The common interests were the reason why everyone supported slaying the dragon.

There is no benefit. Who would be willing to risk losing their head to do this job just out of passion?

...But now, the Holy Grail War reveals the deeper secrets of this world: Heroic Spirits, the World Tree, and myths...

From then on, everyone could discover that there was such a vast unexplored realm for humanity! My God, humans could use magical means beyond the power of words, summon powerful heroic warriors, and harness the might of the gods...

In comparison, what are those dragons that require a price to defeat?
People's greed was aroused and their minds became increasingly restless.

As the wise philosopher said, the desires of the human heart are like rolling stones on a mountain. Once they start, they can never be stopped.

"Principal, what should we do now?" Elizabeth's voice was filled with worry.

The biggest purpose of this trip was to establish a good friendship with Emiya, but at least not to make them enemies. However, Emiya seemed to have a very negative impression of them.

"Tell that drunk old fellow (the night watchman) over there to stop playing around and start the journey," Ange sighed. He had never sighed so frequently in such a short period of time before, but now, his lips opened and closed, and he couldn't help but say the same words again:
“The world is changing so fast.”

"headmaster?"

"Don't worry. The school board still has four elders guarding it. Although the elders don't completely agree with us, they can still prevent those demons from causing trouble openly. Also, I will have Norma investigate that person named Vincent..."

"Boar Neo and Twilight Dogma, if they truly act so recklessly, the Secret Party will have no reason to let them off lightly..."

Ange picked up his phone and sent a message:
"Sorry for bothering me, my friend, Frost. I think those people can't help but make new moves. They even blatantly use some secret party traitors as minions. For the sake of our family's honor, I guess you'd be willing to cooperate with me once again..."

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The waters of the Arctic Ocean are dark black, the drifting ice floes are blown away by the strong wind, and the sea fog gradually fades away under the sunlight of the polar day.

The travelers on the nuclear-powered icebreaker YAMAL exhaled a breath of hot air. It is now midsummer in the northern hemisphere, and the temperature is rising. It is the peak tourist season in the Arctic Circle. Many tour groups have entered the Arctic Circle to feel the cold northwest wind and take some beautiful photos to show their "freezing beauty".

Actually, this year has been relatively warm. The traveler heard on the news that asteroid debris fell into the area, causing a large amount of sea ice to evaporate. As a result, much of the sunlight was not reflected by the ice surface, and the nearby sea area would rise by two to three degrees Celsius due to solar heating.

The reason why YAMAL sells tourist tickets and receives travelers is that it is a luxury cruise ship converted from a nuclear-powered icebreaker. It is operated by a cruise company and sails in the Arctic Ocean all year round.

The entire ship has 11 floors of cabins. The six floors above the deck line that can see the sun are designed with 56 luxurious guest rooms. However, apart from the 55 rooms that can be booked, the luxury suite occupying the entire top floor is the year-round private room of the cruise company owner.

The traveler learned from the sailors on duty that the boss had never set foot on land since he boarded the ship several years ago, but he didn't know whether it was true or not.

The traveler wanted to take out a cigar as usual and walk over to talk to the familiar sailor, but the other party waved his hand, holding the AK-47 hanging on his shoulder in his hand, signaling the traveler to stop and return to the cabin.

The travelers were puzzled at first, but soon they heard the roar of a huge Mi-17 helicopter overhead.

The noise made by the large helicopter flying towards the helipad was not pleasant. The travelers obviously couldn't stand it and quickly returned to the cabin with their heads down.

An old man in black, dressed in a formal attire, came to greet the helicopter. He sat in an electric wheelchair and stared at the plane while accompanied by guards.

The old man's name was Vincent, and according to the passengers on this luxury cruise ship, he was the rumored company owner.

But in another dark world, Vincent's identity is an existing member of "Twilight Dogma"... But at this moment, Twilight Dogma strives to develop in a low-key manner. Its headquarters is this ship that drifts in the Arctic Ocean all year round. It even changed its new organization name to "The Far North" as early as the last century.

Unfortunately, being low-key is of no use.

Vincent didn't know yet that the most terrifying godslayer and the most powerful secret party in the world had inexplicably noticed him at the same time.

Vincent stared at the large helicopter that landed on the apron, causing the hull to shake slightly. If he was not mistaken, it should be the guests from the "Medical Association", the investors who supported Vincent's luxury cruise ship to sail far.

The old man had been looking forward to this for a long time. The Medical Association bought his most successful work, Regislife, from him and promised him "eternal life" not long ago, and even a real chance to "become a god".

This seemed like a lie, but Vincent did not dare to question it arbitrarily. Over the years, as a peripheral member, he had already deeply understood the terrifying power of the Medical Association.

The helicopter's door opened, and a man in black wearing a bird-beak mask quickly stepped down. His voice was old-fashioned and majestic as he stepped down. "...Charon, you greeted me right on time."

All members of the Medical Society call each other by different code names, and Vincent's code name is Charon.

"Sir, the blood of the First Saint is ready," Vincent said respectfully, a touch excited. "The ceremony you requested can be performed at any time."

Vincent couldn't help but be excited at this moment. After all... he would soon get rid of this rotten body and be reborn!

"You're too impatient, Charon. While aging is painful, there's no need to rush." ​​The masked man waved his hand. "First, arrange for someone to help unload the things from the plane."

"That's what my lord said."

Vincent didn't dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction. The Medical Association had promised him that through a ritual, his life would "evolve" and he would become an immortal species called "Dead Apostle".

Greed was like a blazing flame, licking his agitated heart with its tongues of temptation.

The two left the helipad and entered the elevator. After arranging people to move the items, they went to the bottom of the deck where Maria, the first generation Saint Star, was imprisoned.

Vincent recalled Star Maria's out-of-control behavior and couldn't help but gasp, "Sir, if you want to hold the ceremony without being observed, the top floor suite would also meet the requirements. Why choose this place?"

The masked representative of the Medical Association spoke in a meaningful voice, "Charon, are you satisfied with achieving immortality? Are you planning to abandon the Saint you believe in?"

"This..." Vincent lowered his head and did not dare to respond to the question.

In the last century, he was indeed a knight who loyally supported the Saint, and they were full of vigor and vitality in the polar regions searching for the gate to the kingdom of God.

But his courage disappeared completely before the actual voyage. Vincent was afraid of taking risks and could only watch the saint and his colleagues enter the dangerous area.

As expected, the Saint suffered a horrific accident, contaminating her bloodline. Vincent witnessed Star Maria's gradual loss of control and transformation into a dragon, and personally imprisoned her, using her as a signboard to attract investment.

"A simple and weak Changsheng is just a lamb to be slaughtered, Charon. Only by becoming a god can one completely escape from all dangers. Even a timid and cowardly person can dominate the world. And being the experimental vessel for becoming a god is all thanks to your Saint!"

"Becoming a god..." Vincent was moved by these words.

(End of this chapter)