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

Chapter 312 Have you seen my heyday?
Singularity refers to the stain or singularity in human history. Simply put, it is an abnormal time and space that is separated from the normal timeline.

This abnormal time and space usually has some differences from real history, such as this burning city and this despicable villain who stole the power of the White King.

"Tell me! How did you steal the White King's power?"

Emiya slightly raised the golden sword of Ame-no-Murasakumo. Not to mention cutting hair and slicing iron like mud, if he swung this divine sword with all his strength, it would be enough to split mountains, split rivers, burn the sky and boil the sea.

Therefore, even though it was just a distant pointing, Herzog was so frightened that the hair on his body almost stood up - although he didn't have much hair at all in his current Dragon King posture.

But then a deep feeling of humiliation shot straight up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head - in his cognition, he was the first new god from ancient times to the present who perfectly usurped the power of the White King without leaving any sequelae, and who had walked the path to deification in an extraordinary manner!
After years of meticulous planning and lurking in Japan, and even winning the bizarre Holy Grail War, how could he simply surrender and be manipulated by a completely unknown, inexplicable guy?!
"I am a god! The new White King!"

Herzog's roar was somewhat hysterical, "You...don't even think about insulting me!"

He began to hiss and utter mysterious tones... It no longer sounded like a chant, but rather a direct command from his consciousness.

The White King's supreme authority caused the vast elements of heaven and earth to gather together, absorbing the scorching air currents of the boundless sky into a tiny area. The highly compressed gas formed a visible vortex like a mad dragon!

Then the king's domain suddenly exploded, and the compressed air exploded with a thunderstorm-like roar, more deafening than a cannon, and the resulting strong wind was as fast as the flow of coronal gas!
Herzog exploded like a cannonball, waving his hands at the same time - this time he was holding a bone blade pulled out from the dragon's tail - that is, the sword of Ame-no-Murakumo at the tail of the Yamata no Orochi, which can open up mountains and rivers!

However, what Herzog could not know was that this Ama Murasakibara Sword was at best a high-end alchemical sword that was sharp enough, and not a genuine high-level artifact like Emiya's that was capable of sweeping the earth.

So, Emiya was surprised to see Herzog, who had become so arrogant after usurping the White King's power, still charging towards him without giving up. Was this a rebound caused by fear?
"Ping!"

The speeding airflow like a mad dragon stirred up the "fake" Murakumo sword and swung it down swiftly, quickly cutting a thin and narrow crack in the translucent armor on Emiya's body.

Herzog was ecstatic upon seeing this. The attack was effective! And so easy!
But in fact, Emiya had no intention of dodging at all. In his current state, he deliberately restrained his strength and maintained a close-fitting human form to avoid looking too bloated. His defense had not reached the complete god-level, but was similar to the armor of an ordinary Heroic Servant.

Ping ping ping ping——

Emiya watched Herzog dodging and leaping with an unchanging expression. He was like a white shadow flying at supersonic speed and turning with zero time delay, slashing and slashing around his armor frantically, not even realizing that everything he did was in vain.

No, at least it can leave a mark on the armor. In other words, there is still hope that small marks will accumulate into a big one, and after a period of time, a wound that can at least be considered to have "broken the defense" will be cut out.

This kind of behavior Emiya prefers to call...

Scraping.

"Is this all you have? You're such a weak god!"

At the moment of a scraping action, Emiya grabbed the sharp blade of Herzog with lightning speed, and the next moment, he exerted tremendous force to throw the blade and the white dragon away.

Facing Herzog who was doing an awkward backflip in the sky, Emiya immediately mocked him without mercy.

In any case, Herzog in this time and space seems to have never met Emiya before, and has no knowledge of him. He thinks that he is the only one in the world who has usurped the power of the White King, and that the gap between Emiya's power and his own is not as big as he imagined.

Well, it is necessary to correct this guy's cognition and let Herzog understand that even if he tries his best, he cannot escape the fate of being crushed!

"You! Don't even think of looking down on me!"

The other side's playful attitude made Herzog furious. The dragon clan's tyrannical genes eroded his sanity. He seemed to feel that the anger in his lungs was about to explode.

He began to exert his authority, arranging the rhythmic wind elements in the air currents high in the sky in a dense and seamless formation. This time, he clearly uttered different and profound dragon characters. The air currents roared violently between the clouds, and the thunder flashed even more vastly.

"…Is this the one with Odin?"

Emiya muttered to himself softly. This was not the first time he had witnessed the Dragon King's trump card, but the White King really had a unique peculiarity - he could actually simulate the ultimate words of other Dragon Kings!
This is the exclusive word spirit of the King of Sky and Wind - Indra's Wrath!
Electric arcs were as dense as a net, gathering and jumping in the sky. They gradually formed countless spherical lightning bolts like pearls, emitting terrifying thunderous sounds. Shirou's vision was completely surrounded by the spherical thunder field with a radius of more than ten kilometers. The vast world was left with only the mighty power of heaven.

Only in the intermittent flickering of electricity could one see Herzog's smug expression as he wielded the electric knife. He stretched out his dragon claws and swung them freely, causing streaks of electric knives hundreds of meters long to appear in the air at random, more impressive than ball lightning.

The white dragon flew into the sky, drawing a graceful trajectory. Herzog witnessed with his own eyes that Emiya fell into the endless and vast thunder pool.

"Haha, how do you feel? How do you feel? Keep fighting back, like you did just now! Show me your full strength!"

Herzog was panting excitedly. The ultimate word spirit he released this time was not a small greeting trick like the Black Flame Prison. The power was so strong and the range was so wide that it could not be easily cut by the sword. It was enough to make the opponent unable to escape and die obediently!
"...Have you ever seen me in my prime?"

Unexpectedly, from the boundless sea of ​​thunder, came Emiya's powerful question.

It doesn't look like he's injured at all.

"what?"

Emiya spoke calmly, but Herzog's heart nearly skipped a beat. An uncontrollable sense of absurdity spread endlessly within him... Impossible, the other party had clearly already endured the Ultimate Word Spirit head-on...

"Five years, you know? For five years, I've never slacked off in my training, and you're the first opponent in these years who's allowed me to show my full strength! Watch carefully!"

Transform!

"—Divine Unfolding: Susanoo!" Thunder surged, Indra's great lightning leaped and flashed around his body without harming him. Susanoo's divine power filled the massive armor, and the armored giant, glowing with purple light, slowly took shape in mid-air.

Herzog was stunned, lost in a deep bewilderment, wondering, "Am I dreaming?" He saw the armor first layered with smaller scales and clasps, then extending to arm guards and limb armor, finally growing into a colossal creature... even sprouting wings with a purple sheen from its back!
What the hell is this!? I've studied dragons for decades, finally ascending to the throne of the White King, and now you tell me that technology out there has already developed a Gundam?
"Excalibur: Ame-no-Kurosakumo Sword!"

Emiya's voice echoed from within the Susanoo Daijuku. The heavy, abyssal declaration startled Herzog back to reality... Wait, there's also a Murakumo sword on the other side!?
He saw a golden divine sword hundreds of meters long condensed in the opponent's hand. As soon as he appeared, he only needed to swing it to emit terrifying golden light.

The golden light crushed the sea of ​​plasma thunder, cutting through the vast thunder clouds that were hundreds of kilometers in size. With just one strike, it wiped out a large area of ​​thunder released by the Ultimate Word Spirit, showing the true power of the gods in an intuitive form.

Herzog looked down at his ordinary "Ame-no-Kurosakumo Sword" and began to doubt his life. Could it be that his sword was a fake? Or was the title of White King fake?

Regardless of whether Herzog accepted the reality or not, Emiya had already attacked. The giant, hundreds of meters tall, flapped his wings and controlled the airflow. His huge body blocked the light and cast a large shadow, making the White King's face even uglier.

Ping!
Herzog swung his sword, hitting Susanoo's divine armor head-on. He was probably using the same trick as before, hoping to weaken the armor's defense by relying on continuous attacks that accumulate into large ones.

However, he thought too much. Such an approach had little effect on the divine-level armor. Its resistance was just like a child trying to poke a giant steel structure with an embroidery needle. It was ridiculous and overestimating one's own capabilities.

Emiya looked at Herzog's almost self-destructive behavior coldly, then casually swung the sword Ame Murakumo, and the golden light shone like the scorching sun.

"Ah!!" Herzog howled miserably, attempting to dodge the moment the golden light fell. But the sword light launched by Emiya suddenly exploded violently in the air! It was like a blazing sun erupting in the sky!
In a panic, he blocked with his sword, and even used defensive words, but he was still blown to pieces with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Half of his body, including his right arm and right leg, were melted in that brief moment, and he instantly became a third-level cripple.

Good struggle, I'll reward you with the same treatment as Odin.

"Ah ah ah..."

Herzog was flying weakly. The White King's super self-recovery ability began to automatically repair his body, but the rationality in his mind had become drowsy, and the boiling dragon blood made his brutal bestiality rise. He soon began to recite the dragon text again, and the fire elements between heaven and earth gathered madly.

"Do you want to continue dancing?"

Emiya grasped the divine sword and watched as Herzog mobilized the already extremely active fire element in this burning world, dyeing the bisected clouds a brilliant crimson, forming a magnificent crimson glow. The pure violence of fire began to exert its remarkable effect.

The exclusive word spirit of the King of Bronze and Fire, Zhulong!
The might of Zhulong exerted miraculous effects in this special singularity that was burned. The super word spirit that was enough to burn cities, evaporate rivers, and detonate underground magma was transformed into a divine fire that judged all things at this moment!

Seriously wounded, Herzog fell into complete madness. He exhausted all his strength, drained his blood, and controlled countless fire elements, even at the risk of exacerbating his own injuries! The result was that the elemental storm reached a new level. A mighty torrent of flames swept across the sea of ​​clouds, forming an endless celestial fire that rained down from the sky!
"...it's all fancy."

Emiya loosened his grip, and the sword dissipated into particles in mid-air. Simultaneously, the armor, pulsing with purple lightning, shifted color, revealing a new, jet-black and orange shell.

"Godhead unfolds Surut!"

Want to fight me at the middle gate? I'm the Fire Giant King!
Shine in the sun, Levatin!

The sea of ​​fire elements exploded instantly, torn apart and shattered by the brighter flames of the sun, and the skyfire storm created by the Ultimate Word Spirit collapsed head-on!

“No… Impossible…!”

After continuously performing mental simulations and releasing the two ultimate word spirits, Herzog finally woke up from his bloodthirsty state and regained his consciousness with reason.

As he opened his eyes, Herzog saw Emiya transform into a flaming giant, fiercely tearing apart the Candle Dragon Sky Palace with Levatin... Damn it! His eyes widened, his heart and liver trembling at the horrifying sight. He whimpered and cried out in surprise. His own injuries worsened, and he was so frightened that he forgot to control the wind element and fell from the air!
The sea of ​​fire boiled and the sun set.

In his final moments before regaining consciousness, Herzog witnessed a blazing, world-destroying flame descending from the sky. He felt the flames gradually licking and melting the dragon's tough, yet vibrant, body. The blazing giant rapidly grew larger in his field of vision...

The throne of the White King, carefully planned for decades, was as fragile as a dream bubble, and the battle against the enemy before him was like a real and long nightmare...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

An unknown amount of time later, the unlucky and unreputable White King Herzog regained consciousness and discovered that his body was in pain. He was actually still alive.

There was an old temple all around, far away from the burning city. The temperature was not high, and the shimenawa ropes symbolizing the giant snake were enshrined in the temple. An unstoppable hot wind was blowing in the air, making his wounds more painful.

He could hear someone talking outside, and he was tied to a pillar inside the temple gate. The strange and complex flow of elements (magic) blocked his ability to move, and even his Dragon King-level recovery ability was suppressed to a very low level.

A woman with long purple hair and a vicious expression was waving a blackboard brush, forming an air blade, cutting slices of dragon flesh from Herzog's dragon body, just like the "Lingchi" punishment in ancient legends!
So that's how severe pain comes from.

...He was captured alive by the enemy!

"Hey, hey, are you awake? I'm asking you, are you still in pain?" The concerned voice of the purple-haired woman sounded like a devil's voice coming from hell.

"It hurts, my butt hurts!" Herzog, who was sober, was afraid of death and started shouting for mercy.

The purple-haired woman cut off another large piece of meat and threw it outside. "Hehe, my butt is on the tree! It doesn't hurt anymore."

Herzog: “…”

(End of this chapter)