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

Chapter 351 Excellent Historical Matching Mechanism

What are you trying to do?!

Floros felt that making angry shouts like "Hmph!" at this moment would be contrary to his dignity as a Demon God Pillar.

But now it faces a divine immortal and a god-slayer, and... well, their two unremarkable lackeys.

Ahem, given the sheer number of people and their overwhelming power, Floros felt it necessary to project a certain dignity and anger at being treated unfairly, in order to prevent these cunning and malicious humans from perceiving him as weak and vulnerable.

"It's nothing, you must have misunderstood. I don't have any other thoughts about you, Floros. I'm just saying that besides being a god-slayer, I'm also a great cook. Don't worry, I haven't used any metaphors, irony, or allusions here."

Emiya said this with such confidence, otherwise where would Natsumi's consistently high cooking skills come from? It's all thanks to Emiya's personal instruction!

“That’s right!” Nuwa and Old Tang nodded in agreement, as they had both tasted Wei Gong’s cooking and were therefore qualified to comment.

Lu Mingfei, whose eyes were glazed over, nodded subconsciously, thinking that whatever the leader did, he should just follow along.

"Who asked you that!"

Floros gritted his teeth, repeating this over and over again, wasn't he just deliberately highlighting in reverse that you had that idea?
Although it doesn't actually have teeth or any other structure, that doesn't stop it from venting its anger. Those wretched humans are truly hopeless, actually using such a terrifying threat, meaning that if they don't obey, they'll roast and eat it.
As expected, our king's conclusion was correct. This old world should be swept into the unknown dustbin of history, and then through the great deeds of all the demon gods, a new and perfect world should be created!

Are you angry? Fearful? Do you feel your self-esteem has been insulted?

Emiya calmly retorted, "So-called demon gods are nothing more than this. You show all kinds of joys and sorrows just like humans. You call yourselves higher-dimensional life forms, yet your emotions are so easily provoked and manipulated. I don't think you are any better or worse than humans."

"Hmph! Fallacies and heresies."

Floros's anger gradually subsided. It turned out that the threat was just a tactic to throw him into disarray. "I can guess what you're thinking and hiding—but I advise you to save your breath. Providing intelligence or changing sides to help you is impossible and impossible. A mere threat is like a gentle breeze to me."

"Is it impossible, or even unattainable...?"

Emiya thought "impossible" was a very normal and straightforward word, but "cannot do" was a bit interesting. It meant that Floros's existence was engraved in the Temple of Time, and he was powerless to do it, so he advised them to give up their unrealistic delusions.

But it doesn't matter. Emiya doesn't expect to turn the Demon Pillars to his side anyway—after all, their inhuman eyeballs are already too creepy to look at, what's the point of recruiting them? Chaldea can't become some kind of evil organization.

But this doesn't mean they can't do anything else. The reason they deliberately tried to capture the Demon Pillar alive was to gather intelligence.

Whether it's the various intelligence reports about the Temple of Time, or the Demon God's analysis of the alien planet... they're all high-value items.

Especially the latter; given Chaldea's current technological capabilities, it's not feasible to analyze it while Chaldea is operating. At most, they can observe its surface using the Sheba Lens, while the Demon Pillars might offer more in-depth analysis results...

Emiya desperately wanted to get this information from the Demon Pillar, but it clearly wouldn't tell him the truth. As for the torture methods and low-level magic used on humans, they might not be effective against the Demon Pillar, so he didn't bother to waste any more words.

"Well, I wasn't planning on trying to persuade you, but there are some things you'd better realize right away."

Emiya collected his thoughts and declared expressionlessly, "You Demon Pillars, and the King behind you, have not only repeatedly plotted against Chaldea, but have also unprecedentedly disrupted human history, destroyed human civilization, and attempted to overthrow the entire world—"

Floros scoffed, his attitude unchanged, "And then?"

"And do I need to say more?" Emiya's eyes sharpened. "In other words, you have murdered all of humanity throughout history, except for Chaldea, and you have distorted history and overturned everything. Your crimes are so heinous that they would be too numerous to count even if you traveled through countless worlds!"

Floros paused for a second or two in shock, then burst into a furious laugh, “You want to condemn us? Humans, Chaldea, you are provoking our king!”

"No, this is not a provocation, this is a declaration of war!" Emiya said, drawing his sword lightly.

With a flash of light, the Demon God Pillar, which had just returned to normal, split in two and was once again severely injured and on the verge of death.

"Ugh... Damn it, Chaldea... Arrogant—"

Its dense, crimson eyes raged helplessly, spewing disgusting liquid as it twitched limply on the platform. But because all its magical abilities were sealed, its voice gradually faded.

"Lu Mingfei, administer treatment. Don't let it die," Wei Gong instructed.

"Oh, okay." Lu Mingfei, who had witnessed the whole thing and whose face had turned pale, stepped forward and began to silently chant the mysterious incantation "Don't die."

Emiya observed that the Demon Pillar's consciousness had fallen into a coma. "Next, we need to extract the information we need from its body. As for the piece of body tissue that was cut off, we also need to arrange for someone to study it."

Old Tang glanced at it discreetly a few times, feeling a bit nauseous at the sight of this dark creature with its enormous red eyes. "Are you really going to do that kind of thing to this monster? Isn't that a bit too much?"

Even the ugliest Deadpool or other monsters are infinitely better looking than this. The Demon Pillar's physiology is as if it ran off the set of the Cthulhu series next door.

Nuwa said disdainfully, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated! If we don't get some exclusive intelligence, what if they sneak in again next time? Besides, this monster is just a monster, an enemy of all mankind, neither human nor dragon. Do you want to talk about humanitarianism with such a monstrous creature?"

Just as Emiya was about to say something, his phone suddenly rang.

He looked down and said, "Caesar is awake."

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.

"So, the Demon Pillars have indeed invaded again. We repelled the attack and captured one pillar, but a terrible anomaly has occurred outside Chaldea?"

In the director's office, Caesar, whose head and chest were wrapped in ridiculous white bandages, nodded, indicating that he understood Emiya's summary. After speaking, he frowned and touched the scabbed area on his head.

Well, it's a bit of a story. Apparently, when a fire broke out in the control room, a large patch of his hair was burned away. His magnificent, flowing hair, which shone like a golden lion, was destroyed, leaving Caesar with an irregularly shaped bald patch.

This is not good. If the bandages are removed, his image as the director will be completely ruined.

Emiya noticed the spot as he moved, "Lu Mingfei should have healed your injuries by now, you can take off the bandages."

"No, no need!" Caesar firmly refused.

"Is it because the scabs on your head are making things inconvenient? Let me help you."

"Stop! Stop! Hold on!" Caesar waved his hand dramatically, his reaction so intense that Emiya was momentarily stunned. "...?"

"Ahem, I think this is a warning!"

"Warning?"

“That’s right. As the director of Chaldea, I was prepared in advance, but I still suffered a serious injury to a vital area. This shows how cruel and unscrupulous the enemy is. This bandage on my head is not only my shame, but also a natural warning to all of Chaldea: the crisis is not over yet, and everyone still needs to work hard.”

Caesar, after eloquently and righteously launching into a long speech, even admired himself for coming up with such far-fetched and illogical arguments to avoid damaging his image. However, there was some truth to it; perhaps it was a tacit expression of his stance on the matter.

Alas, Caesar's mind suddenly flashed back to his time in Rome, Italy. According to his unruly nature in the past, he would never have been so hypocritical and pretentious... Is this the responsibility after becoming the director of Chaldea... or rather, the "alienation" of people's hearts by bureaucratic power?

"..." Emiya, hearing Caesar speak so earnestly, began to sense something... his eyes subtly glancing at Caesar's slightly bald head.

"Wow, the director's remarks are truly thought-provoking and insightful!" Leonardo da Vinci walked in from outside at that moment. She had just been studying the clock's warning messages and the external environment of Chaldea and had also received the notification.

"...Has the situation emerged, Ms. Da Vinci?" Caesar sensed that everyone's attention was now focused on him, and immediately changed the subject awkwardly.

"Yes, the situation is consistent with the findings of the Servants. The outside world has indeed been burned to the ground, leaving nothing behind. Chaldea is a black and red mess. It seems that the entire history of humankind has come to an end!"

Da Vinci frowned as well. "Although we could glean some clues from the Tokyo Singularity, which had such a distorted historical development, I never expected it to be such a complete distortion, with everyone wiped out right from the start!"

Has human civilization come to a complete end?

Caesar looked serious, and the smooth skin on his bandaged head seemed to reflect light through the gaps in the bandages.

"No, not yet. Rather, what Chaldea needs to do is only just beginning."

Leonardo da Vinci waved his hand, and a virtual image of light and shadow shot out from his wand.

"This is a historical map I reconstructed from the data of Chaldea-Ssheba after I went to the control room. You see, if you look into the future through the lens, there is nothing there. But if you look back, you can observe a lot of spacetime chaos, which is much more serious than the spacetime chaos in the Tokyo Singularity."

“These seven…” Caesar noticed that Leonardo da Vinci had marked seven large labels on the map.

"Look, these seven are also singularities, historical singularities."

Da Vinci waved his wand. "People often say that changing the past can change the future, but in reality, minor changes will not bring about any transformation in the future. Even if you create a small, ordinary singularity, the final result will not be able to shake the entire 'current of fate'."

"But these seven differences—'what if this war hadn't ended,' 'what if this voyage hadn't succeeded,' 'what if this nation hadn't gained independence,' and so on—these historical 'turning points' determined the modern world order. If they had become a complete mess, our world would undoubtedly have collapsed, which would have given the demons the opportunity to burn the world down."

Caesar gradually came to understand, "In other words, the way the Demon Pillars destroyed human history was by creating artificial distortions of history at these seven different key junctures in human history, destroying the foundation and triggering the collapse of the torrent of destiny."

“Yes, so we need to resolve the historical distortions in these seven singularities, just like we did with the Tokyo Singularity, and restore our history to its original state,” Emiya turned to look at Leonardo da Vinci. “What’s the matter with the clock?”

Da Vinci knew what Emiya was talking about; it was nothing more than the strange situation of the electronic clock displaying a negative number, "which should be related to the special spacetime in which Chaldea is currently located."

"Special space-time?"

"Well, since you all know that the world has been destroyed, then Chaldea can no longer 'exist' in reality. We have essentially fallen into a non-real space outside of Earth's boundaries... most likely, the imaginary space."

If it's an imaginary space, then it's not surprising that time displays as a negative number. In this place, there's no concept or meaning of objective spacetime; only when we return to reality do we know how much time has passed.

"That's it."

Emiya suddenly thought of something.

Imaginary submarines can navigate in imaginary space and ascend according to the coordinates associated with them.

He remembered that Goetia's Temple of Time in FGO seemed to be located in the Imaginary Dimension, and Chaldea had already captured Flauros. Did this mean—

Can Chaldea launch a surprise attack on the Temple of Time at any time?
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.

The year 1431 may seem like just one of the turning points in the Hundred Years' War between England and France, but it was a significant moment in French history.

In that year, Joan of Arc was sentenced to be burned at the stake by the English Inquisition for "heresy" and "witchcraft." Bishop Pierre, who served as judge, presided over the trial, and Joan of Arc, only 19 years old, was burned to death in Rouen.

Countless French people lamented the situation, while some malicious or well-meaning individuals—mostly pro-British—felt that the move was gratifying.

"Damn the Vatican... murdered my saint! I hate you, you wicked god!"

A smooth, young face with large, rolling eyes, dressed in a strange, oversized robe and adorned with precious metal jewelry, he looked deranged, staring at the world with utter hatred.

He was clearly a Servant, yet he was summoned to the era before his own life.

Gilles de Rais. This was his real name, and he was Joan of Arc's comrade-in-arms during the Hundred Years' War, as well as a noble marshal who led the army at that time. However, after Joan of Arc was captured, this baron in history suffered a great mental blow, retreated to his lands of Mashkull and Tiforias to devote himself to the study of alchemy, and tortured and killed a large number of children in the process before being executed.

Now, having been entrusted with the Holy Grail—a tool to disrupt the times—by the Demon King, Gilles de Rais has returned to this era once more.

Gilles thought to himself, "I suppose I was still making futile efforts in my previous life. But I am different. I want to destroy this era and then—resurrect myself with the Holy Grail. If resurrection is not possible, then I will create my own Jeanne d'Arc!"
We will definitely win...

Uh!
Blood gushed out, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

In just a moment, Jill's lighthearted "grand ambitions" were brutally shattered by a heavy blow.

"To entrust such a treasure as the Holy Grail to a wicked person who has turned away from the faith of the Lord would be a great mistake."

The tall, imposing male emperor delivered his judgment with a few words. His holy sword, "Gouvayus," was stained crimson.

(End of this chapter)