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

Chapter 328 Hey, there is hell ahead

The path of the sword is endless.

Emiya never feels proud or complacent about his extraordinary "innate sword body". He must know that with the enemy of burning human nature and turning into blank paper in front of him, it is natural that the more he improves his strength, the better.

The crises of the future are difficult to predict. Just from the overall strength of the Tokyo singularity, which is not even the first singularity at this very beginning, Emiya cannot face the future with a relaxed attitude.

Think about it carefully - wow, this is just the beginning, what has he encountered?
There was a heroic swordsman who could not be killed by conventional means, a strange root of fantasy, and in front of him, a giant snake god whose spiritual base had expanded unprecedentedly after eating the Holy Grail and absorbing the power of the dragon veins.

...With this lineup, Emiya seriously doubts that if the original protagonist of FGO, the rookie and rational child Fujimaru Ritsuka, were to replace him, he would not be able to handle it at all.

Even if he encountered a beast or some other abstract creature of great strength in every singularity in the future, Emiya probably wouldn't be surprised.

"BB, can you contact Mashu or Minamoto no Raikou?"

[Yes, you can.]

"Then please ask them to change their targets. From now on, I will try to simultaneously destroy the enemy and those growing roots of fantasy!"

[Alright, alright. Then, Miss Marshmallow and Miss Minamoto no Raikou will change their focus to chasing the remaining enemies.]

"What other enemies are there? The Demon Pillar?"

[Um...] BB tapped his chin lightly. [There are quite a few, all sorts of cannon fodder monsters, and manipulated pawns... But generally speaking, there's a Demon Pillar and a Hexer, right?]

"...That Caster guy? He's really good at hiding himself. He's still here."

Emiya exhaled heavily and dismissed the thought. Since he'd already handed it over, he could trust his teammates. Right now, he was so focused on maintaining his power that he couldn't even handle his own battles.

Puff, puff, puff!

The burning black divine flames jumped and expanded wildly, eating away at the outer protection and vitality of the Snake God's huge body. In addition to the divine swords wrapped in black flames, his own black flame armor also rushed forward, and even the swords, spears, axes and halberds formed by black flames all penetrated deeply into the Snake God's flesh.

But there was no look of relief on Emiya's face, and that wasn't enough.

"call!"

The most troublesome thing about the Snake God is that she is directly connected to the earth veins and the Holy Grail. With this super double blessing, the Snake God's endurance and stamina are among the best in the world.

This is also the fundamental reason why she has been able to hold on until now from the initial stage when her strength was not even as good as that of Ibuki Douji.

In order to curb this endless expansion of vitality, Emiya had to continuously increase his intensity and output even though his status as a God Slayer was declining due to the dilemma that consumption could not keep up with recovery.

It's like an arms race between the two sides, once it starts, it can't be stopped.

Emiya had no choice but to use multiple divine powers simultaneously, controlling the black divine flames to transform into various swords and blades. The tense atmosphere of the battle prevented him from figuring out the secret of "Niten Ichiryu: Sora Ichito" for a while.

Although he has been enlightened by BB, he cannot give up this output intensity for the time being, otherwise it will give the opponent a chance to recover.

However, to practice the concept of "emptiness" in a sword strike, one must reduce complicated operations and focus on one strike.

This is a truly unsolvable challenge, as unsolvable as wanting the horse to run without eating grass. It's like Party A slapping down a request, "Give me a colorful black or a dazzling white!" It's also like "I want ten pounds of lean meat, cut into sauerkraut, without any fat on top! I want another ten pounds of all-fat, without any lean meat on top, cut into sauerkraut too! And then I want another ten pounds of golden cartilage..."

In short, Emiya's actions highlight his desire to have everything. No wonder BB was so surprised after hearing Emiya's plan. If this can be accomplished, Emiya's swordsmanship will be unprecedented and unmatched!
But Emiya didn't think it mattered. With BB's reminder, he already had a basic understanding of the so-called "emptiness".

The concept of "emptiness" is to reduce the superfluous and become the only one. This is precisely because we need to achieve the sword that cuts off the cause and effect of past karma.

Why is that?
Try to recall the purpose of combat. Generally speaking, combat is about defeating the enemy. To defeat the enemy, the steps required are generally a complex process of probing, gathering intelligence on the enemy, figuring out their attack patterns, counterattacking, overcoming stalemates, finding a flaw and delivering a fatal blow, and so on.

However, with so many steps, how many cuts are needed in total? That must be an extremely large number.

So, is it possible to cut it down and reach the target with a single blow? A so-called one-hit kill?

Of course, reaching this level is too profound. It is no longer a severance of cause and effect, but rather a reversal of cause and effect.

For the time being, Emiya gave up the idea of ​​achieving success overnight. He lowered his requirements. For example, he only wanted to cut off a certain advantage of the opponent, some decisive advantage, such as the connection between the Holy Grail or the earth veins, and set this as the target of his sword.

This kind of blow that severs the connection between things can indeed be called an attack that severing cause and effect and cutting off past karma.

The realm he had grasped actually had a corresponding outstanding field in this world's alchemy—"causal separation," the field of severing and modifying closely linked causal relationships. Whether it was severing causality, connecting causality, or even reversing causality, all of these could be applied in this area.

...It can be seen that people cannot be generalized. At one point, under extreme circumstances, Shirou relied on his own understanding to instantly reach a new realm that he had never understood before.

Boom!

Thunder roared incessantly, casting shadows on the inverted islands, and the scene in the Night Food Plain grew increasingly chaotic. The current developments fully aligned with the conclusions reached by BB, Chaldea, and other parties through close monitoring—the leyline disturbances were intensifying, and the boundary between the Nibelungen and the mortal world was becoming increasingly ambiguous.

Silently, several space cracks with floating light suddenly opened up.

[Here it comes! —Senior, did you see it?]

BB suddenly said. At the same time, she conjured several virtual observation screens before Emiya's eyes. The hidden cracks, the Tokyo coordinates behind them, and the real-time scene were all clearly marked.

"Very good! I saw it, I saw it all!" Emiya gasped, Susanoo seemed unwilling to give in to the giant who was showing a disadvantage, the black divine flame was burning fiercely, and he had no intention of letting the opponent know that he was not in his prime.

At this moment, his pupils seemed to emit a terrifying divine light in the darkness. With his top-notch swordsmanship, he tried to madly squeeze out the power and observe the mysterious cause and effect relationship. At the same time, he swung his sword at the snake god and the space crack.

Having pointed out the information and provided computing power, the girl beside him had done everything she could. She blinked and looked at Emiya. Normally, Emiya's "killing two birds with one stone" strategy was completely unbelievable. No normal person would be so radical, but there was nothing she could do. After all, she was just a fragile AI, unable to defeat anyone.
So, brave Emiya-senpai, you will create a miracle for BB-kichi, right?
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Abbas opened his eyes in a daze, and the scene of burning flames lingered in front of his eyes for a long time.

Strange...what had happened to him before? Abbas recalled the memories that stung his mind and caused severe pain in his heart. He recalled the strange looks that Mashu, Director Caesar, and his colleagues in Chaldea had given him.

It was a burning look as he looked at a monster or an enemy. Abbas felt like he was alone at that moment. He was no longer an elegant jungle tiger but a despicable villain who assisted the tiger... He was the parasite of the Demon Pillar.

Crackling, burning...

The sound of scorching flames brought Abbas' thoughts back to the present.

What did he see?
He saw hell. This was the hell that had trapped him since his youth.

The orphanage building collapsed in the sea of ​​fire. The seven brothers who were once as close as brothers to him assassinated the old director who truly loved Abbas himself, and left with the money, heading for the colorful world in the unknown distance.

And I was left here forever.

Because he had made an irreparable mistake. Simply because he didn't trust the dean, he passed on the secret of the gold bars that the dean had told him to the brothers, which led to the dean's death. And he actually ran away out of cowardice at the time, making the tragedy ultimately irreversible...

From that time on, Abbas vowed to abandon his cowardly self and live as an upright man and a partner of justice, even if the price of embracing this ideal was to drown himself.

Suddenly, Abbas's face changed. He saw the seven brothers reappear in the burning orphanage. They were going up and down the stairs in the room, and the old man's figure was swaying among them.

Then everything in the field of vision changed again. The running old men and young men disappeared, and they were replaced by the cruel scene of the Demon Pillar wantonly releasing its terrible magic power and slaughtering people everywhere in the city.

Snapped.

He stepped into the burning courtyard gate almost without hesitation.

"Hey, there's hell ahead."

Faintly, he seemed to hear someone behind him reminding him in a deep voice. The voice was weak, humble and timid, just like his ugly self in the past.

"That's what you're missing."

After retorting, Abbas chose to face the hell in the sea of ​​fire without hesitation.

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"Mashu! Four o'clock!"

Minamoto no Raikou used the powerful Indra's thunder to kill off the incoming wave of demons, but the monsters continued to emerge, with flesh and branches surging everywhere, and in the distance, all kinds of cold arrows were flying from all directions with missile-like firepower.

Clearly, the Heroic Sword Masters and the flesh-and-blood demons of the Impure Land City had changed their strategy. This time, they were using a massive wave of attacks, determined to fight to the death if they couldn't win. This drained the Chaldean forces to the point of not making any progress, leaving them stranded and struggling to cope with attacks from all sides.

"Hah!" After hearing Minamoto no Raikou's reminder, Mashu suddenly changed direction and swung her shield to one side. The impact of the super dining table shield was so powerful that it could always knock many enemies away with one blow.

"This won't work! Mashu, can you at the Chaldea Observatory provide information on the fleeing enemy or the best possible location?"

She was very worried about the whereabouts of the evil sorcerer Ashiya Doman, but now he didn't come out again.

Hearing Minamoto no Raikou's question, Mashu quickly replied, "Yes! The enemy we encountered previously possessed a considerable degree of spiritual reflexes. It's estimated to be about 5 kilometers away in that direction..."

"Very good!" Minamoto no Raikou interrupted, "I'll help you clear the way! Mashu, you go first, I'll be there soon!"

There was no choice at this point. Minamoto no Raikou, despite his unparalleled martial prowess, was fearless in the encirclement, but Mashu was inexperienced and her performance on such a large battlefield was still a bit naive. A better plan would be to get her out of here. Judging by Mashu's ability to defend against the Demon Pillar's bombardment, her survivability was actually quite good.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Genji general condensed a mighty thunder on his long sword and blasted it rapidly in the direction Mashu said. Explosions continued, and flesh and blood turned to ashes in the blink of an eye. A straight black tunnel appeared in front of Mashu!

"quick!"

"Yes!" Mashu didn't waste any words and used her legs to fly away quickly.

Then Minamoto no Raikou drew his bow and arrow, shooting out several brilliant flashes of lightning, and began to snipe at the enemy's rain of fire in mid-air.

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"Damn it! Ugh—I'm so unlucky!"

Ashiya Doman was a little exasperated, his face was filled with anger, but more of it was filled with boundless fear.

Takeda Shingen, who was treated as his bodyguard, was already under his control. He gave him the precious horse "Black Cloud" to ride, which made Ashiya Doman's running speed theoretically extremely fast.

As for why we say theoretically?

Because actually...

Boom!

The space opened up without any warning, and the terrifying black flames suddenly fell from the sky, like a violent rain of black flames like the sea!
In the blink of an eye, the vast city buildings and the ground were completely destroyed by the flames. Ashiya Doman and the Hummer he was riding crashed head-on into it, and with a "pop" sound, no trace of his body was left.

"..."

The paper shikigami is reduced by one again.

Ashiya Michiman had a gloomy face as he looked at the black sea of ​​fire in front of him, which was like a Jedi and a dividing line, and his mood seemed to have fallen into the abyss.

Why is this happening?

He had clearly noticed before that most of them should be pure spatial illusions from the Night Food Source and were essentially harmless.

For some unknown reason, various real space cracks have been opening up since a while ago, and the ending is needless to say.

The black divine flames that Emiya released accidentally and deliberately were wrapped in a thick power of authority, which was absolutely not something that ordinary servants could resist. Ashiya Doman was almost always burned to ashes in the first encounter.

What on earth was going on? Was I really just unlucky?
"Let's go! Change direction!"

Ashiya Doman made a prompt decision and led the heroic swordsman into Rufeng again.

Rumbling--

Soon, an explosion occurred in front of him, followed by screams. A fleshy monster with long cylindrical eyeballs was burned by black flames until the outside was charred and the inside was tender.

Ashiya Doman: "..."

Is there anyone else as unlucky as me?

(End of this chapter)