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

Chapter 331 This is a trial!
Before the sword that transcends all things and cuts off cause and effect flies over.

"—Why did you suddenly attack us? Are you crazy, Flauros?"

After hearing Asmodeus's angry questioning and the insults coming from other places, Flauros also wanted to answer this question from his fellow Demon Pillars.

Unfortunately, it never expected that its body would have problems at the critical moment -

Damn this host, there's something wrong with the host Abbas it chose!
I originally thought he was just a mixed-race with pure and excellent bloodline, but I didn't expect that there was a big secret hidden in this person's body!

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.

A moment ago.

At the scene of the burning orphanage, Abbas, who was running quickly through the sea of ​​fire, suddenly realized something.

This is the nightmare that haunts him repeatedly, his past, so this is not reality, but his inner world.

Abbas has known the suspiciousness of his past since a long time ago. This doubt has even become stronger after he entered Chaldea and learned more and more secrets and mysterious knowledge about the dragon clan.

His words had never been recorded before, and all traces of his life in his birthplace had disappeared completely. Moreover, in Chaldea, Abbas had a vague feeling that his bloodline was even unusually strong... perhaps not weaker than that of Pasi, the Group A member known as "Gattuso's secret weapon."

In addition, more mysteries followed. As a descendant of his, theoretically, his parents' bloodline should be of high rank, and they might be well-known figures, but he had never succeeded in finding out where they were... Who on earth was he?

pat.

Abbas stepped on the flaming staircase, and the scorching flames immediately licked the soles of his shoes.

Suppressing his doubts, he continued to search for the seven brothers, or perhaps even the shadow of the Demon Pillar. Having decided to face everything head-on, Abbas no longer wanted to be a coward!

Abbas regarded this place as a test.

He saw this as a test to overcome his past. He was determined to accept it calmly. Only after overcoming the childish past could a person grow.

"Isn't it the same with you? Right, my brothers—"

Abbas faced the scorching flames and took off his Chaldean uniform that made combat difficult.

Laughter could be heard from the other side of the sea of ​​fire not far away. Seven swaying black shadows suddenly advanced at an inhuman speed from a distant place. Abbas opened his eyes wide and saw their appearance clearly.

Their eyes are cold golden vertical pupils, their faces are covered with scales, flames lick their thick limbs and sharp claws without any damage, and their lower bodies are slender snake-like. These are seven snake-shaped Deadpools!
He was surprised. The seven brothers in his memory were nothing like them. But it didn't matter. To overcome the past, he would kill his enemies without hesitation. Even if they were not human, he would still defeat them!
Abbas recited the dragon script and rushed forward without hesitation.

The flash of lightning suddenly exploded, and violent electric current instantly flowed through his whole body. His originally red-gold pupils turned almost platinum under the lightning.

The Word Spirit Indra!
This was the ability he had been hiding all along. At this moment, he looked like a weakened version of Minamoto no Raikou. The surrounding space was highly ionized by the jumping thunder. The flames retreated and flowed back as if being manipulated, forming a vortex that rushed towards the seven Deadpools and danced wildly!

"drink--!"

The high-powered thunder gathered together and slowly condensed into a brilliant and shining sword in front of Abbas. He controlled the sword of lightning with his consciousness, and the sword body immediately responded, shot out like lightning, and pierced one of the Deadpools!
If Emiya saw this scene, he would definitely feel familiar, because the appearance of the Sword of Glory that Abbas transformed using the Word Spirit was exactly the same as the one that Odin used at the beginning!
“——!” Seeing their fellows being knocked down instantly, the remaining Deadpools let out strange cries and rushed to break through the sea of ​​fire, regardless of being burned and charred, in order to besiege Abbas alone.

Facing the burnt smell, Abbas noticed that these deadpools were not afraid of fire, but their moisture had not yet been completely evaporated.

Sizzle! Dense lightning expanded into a powerful electric field, blazing fiercely around Abbas.

The Deadpools' attacks were indeed extremely fast, with tricky angles and different directions, making it difficult for Abbas to take care of both ends. However, the dense arrangement of strong lightning seemed to form an invisible force field that hindered the Deadpools' advance. The falling lightning even caused them to be obviously paralyzed!

Boom! Abbas seized the brief moment when the Deadpools were blocked and controlled the Sword of Glory to drop and sweep across!
This sword of words named after the main Hindu god instantly burst into an intense brilliance, and a mighty and dazzling stream of lightning rushed towards Deadpool's physical body, cutting the flesh sharply and causing blood to spurt!
As one side gained strength while the other lost, the situation became clear, and Abbas only took a little effort to get rid of these scary-looking guys.

“…”Is that all?

Abbas confirmed that the vitality of these deadpools had been irreversibly lost and that there was no one around, which surprised him a little.

He thought for a while, then walked down the stairs and into a room surrounded by flames.

Abbas remembered that this was the place the dean had instructed him to hide the gold bars. If his seven brothers had gone from being human murderers to monsters, would the place they were searching for their treasure have changed?

He opened the door nervously, but could not see any flames or heat.

The burnt orphanage room disappeared, the choking smoke and burnt smell were gone, and what suddenly appeared before his eyes was a clean white corridor with walls made of transparent tempered glass on both sides, which provided access to the laboratory equipment inside.

Abbas was slightly surprised. The advanced equipment there was in no way inferior to that of Chaldea, and even surpassed it.

"How's the embryo development going? Are there any abnormal reactions?"

"It's still the same. The situation is not optimistic. The elders hope to use this to train the young master to become the king of the new era. It's a long and arduous journey."

"Don't say such discouraging things. It'll only end badly for us... Didn't they say a new batch of test subjects arrived? Let's try again. The elders are concerned too."

"Walk."

When Abbas heard the voices, he hurriedly tried to hide, but when he saw two researchers in white coats coming from the corner, they ignored Abbas. Even when their clothes were about to rub against each other, the researchers walked straight past him.

It was as if Abbas did not exist or was just a piece of air.

"...Huh?" Abbas turned around to look. They couldn't see or touch him? This wasn't a normal inner world, but just a memory?
He walked forward with curiosity and followed the researcher closely.

One corridor after another passed by his eyes. Abbas walked deeper and deeper. The light around him seemed to gradually dim, foreshadowing some ominous atmosphere.

Abbas was unaware that he had been completely attracted by some secret or truth that might be hidden here.

Why did the place where the dean who adopted him hid his treasure lead to this memory? Could it be that this place has a past related to his life?

Beep, beep—After going through several verification procedures, the researcher in front stepped into the metal sliding door, and Abbas, who followed behind, soon witnessed the horrific scene inside.

Many babies were displayed in containers like goods. These were obviously what the researchers called "experimental subjects."

"!" Although Abbas knew that this was a memory he could not interfere with, he couldn't help but feel angry.

The researcher reached out and took a baby. Abbas instinctively tried to snatch it away, but his arms passed through it again. Damn it, it still didn't work. He decided to calm down and wait for this memory to end. Then, based on the information he gained, he would investigate where in the past this inhumane experiment took place.

"Where did this come from?"

"Who knows? It seems most of them come from the Middle East. It's not peaceful there anyway, so there are plenty of test subjects. We can 'purchase' them anytime, anywhere," the researchers said in apathetic tones. "Let's see if the best bloodlines in this batch are any good first."

Abbas clenched his fists and followed the researcher to another laboratory.

There were several white-haired but vigorous old men. Abbas had never seen people with such temperament. They wore classical robes and looked like senators from the Roman era.

The old men naturally had a leadership temperament. The staff members all revolved around them, as if they were the center of the whole world. Even the two researchers who had just spoken and brought the experimental subjects reported in a low voice in front of the old men, not daring to breathe.

Abbas immediately realized that these were the elders the staff had just talked about.

"...Let's get started," the leading elder said. After exchanging glances with the surrounding elders, he added, "I believe you all understand the importance of this experiment to the family. Do I need to emphasize this again?"

"We understand, Elder!" the researcher said. "During the experiment, we must select a suitable test subject as a vessel to carry the power, while also being reasonably compatible with the young master's body to avoid rejection during the blood transfusion!"

"It's good for you to know. After all, this is the result of negotiations between our family and that person from the Medical Association. They finally agreed to let us use technology to break the taboo and cultivate biological children. This is our Gattuso's chance to make a comeback among the ancient family and rise to the top!"

Gattuso?
Abbas' eyes widened after hearing this. Wait, Gattuso's young master, isn't that the new director, Caesar Gattuso? Is this the Gattuso family's experimental base?

"I understand!" The researchers all showed awe on their faces. Even though their family had a strong background, the information and technology generously provided by the mysterious Medical Association, and the existence of the first generation of Odin, they still felt as if they were in a dream and exclaimed in disbelief.

After all, the mighty Dragon King was willing to divide his power, cultivate the theoretically impossible first-generation offspring, and give this adventure to Gattuso. It was simply a pie in the sky!
Once he truly succeeds, the next generation of Gattuso, Master Caesar, will be no different from the real son of the Dragon King, and will become the king of the new era that the elders expect!

You should know that the experimental process is very difficult. They need to put the Dragon King's power separated from Odin into the best one among these experimental subjects first. The so-called quality must not only be able to accommodate the Dragon King's "blood gift" to become a dragon's son, but also be compatible with Master Caesar's physique.

The initial screening of experimental subjects wasn't over yet. Next, this vessel would need to nurture the Dragon King's power within its blood for over a decade, until the appropriate time was reached, ensuring the power was stable and non-toxic. Then, through a blood exchange ritual, this power would be fully transferred to Caesar, giving birth to Caesar as the "Hybrid King"!
In fact, the intermediate process needs to solve not only the problem of blood nourishment, but also the credibility of the final blood transfusion ceremony needs to be tested.

After all, it is too tricky to become an incredible mixed-race king by just changing blood.

The elders had their doubts at first, but it was said that someone from the Medical Association had already found a suitable verification plan. They said that the technical verification work had been handed over to a guy named Herzog from the Far East...

Abbas watched the entire screening experiment, as well as the conversations between the staff and the elders, in astonishment. It turned out that the Tokyo Holy Grail War a few years ago was actually involved in these behind-the-scenes events. As for the test subjects carefully selected by Gattuso and others for Caesar, Abbas also had a bad feeling...

"Success! This is simply a perfect container!" The ecstatic voice echoed throughout the laboratory.

Abbas saw that everyone, even the elders, could not help but move to observe. A researcher was operating a test bench. A baby with electric light flashing all over its body was carried by a glass container and placed high up like an exhibit for everyone to see.

This is the "Container". Under the flickering electric arc, the label text on the glass wall of the exhibition is extremely dazzling.

That was his own name! The vessel was Abbas in his infancy!

"So this is ah."

Abbas's doubts were all gone. What was his life experience, why was he born, where did his words come from, how did he enter Chaldea... all the mysteries were solved.

It turned out that his fate had been clearly arranged since childhood. He had received the gift of the Dragon King's bloodline and should have been the Dragon King's noble and direct descendant, but this gift was originally intended for another person.

——Are you willing to accept such a life?
The scene suddenly shattered, and the world returned to the burning orphanage. Only the Demon Pillar with red eyes looked at Abbas angrily and ferociously.

"Are you willing to accept this? Why do you have to fight me inside your body? Chaldea is such a filthy place. Are you willing to be their slave?"

Abbas finally digested and absorbed the shocking facts about his life experience, and faced with the crazy roar of the Demon Pillar, he suddenly felt like laughing.

Although he didn't know why the Demon Pillar was so furious, Abbas understood in some way that he had likely interfered with the Demon Pillar's external actions with the power of the Dragon King's bloodline. He simply shook his head. "Don't you understand yet, Flauros?"

"what?"

"This is a trial, a test to overcome the past trials!"

Abbas' body was filled with lightning, "Only by overcoming those childish pasts can one grow!"

The Dragon King, the Half-Blood King, and so on, are now outdated! He will naturally settle accounts with those corrupt elders and their inhumane experiments later.

But after witnessing the destructive power of Emiya God Slayer, he didn't think Caesar would be interested in such a thing. Caesar always scoffed at the family's arrangements. It would be better for such boring illusions of the past to disappear along with the lightning!

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.

In Tokyo City, Emiya took some effort to finally get out of the Night Food Field.

The disappointing Shuten-douji, after being defeated, actually said that he was unable to control the entrance and exit of the Night Food Source, forcing Emiya to carry her out by himself.

Due to the excessive consumption of energy, Emiya had long since canceled Susanoo, and he relied entirely on his two legs to run through the space crack.

Unexpectedly, what I saw was Mashu's conflicted expression.

"what happened?"

"Mr. Abbas..."

(End of this chapter)