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

Chapter 354 "The Avengers"

"Boss Emiya, don't you dare mess with me. I'm the worst off among all the Hidden Ones. I'm practically a savage. If I get any worse, I'm going to start cursing."

"...Don't worry, you're still the alien god's laborers right now, so He definitely won't let you sacrifice yourself. Since He's even given you a Grand Command Seal, He'll probably send you corresponding Servants next."

Upon hearing Emiya's words, Fingel's face twitched.

He recalled that during the Holy Grail War a few years ago, he had drawn an SSR Archer-class Heracles, but because his magic power was insufficient, he went from a player with unlimited resources to a player who was powerless to stand still.

Tsk, I haven't neglected my cultivation these past few years, so logically my level should be much better than it was back then?

Hopefully, the Servant I draw this time will be an awesome character who consumes little resources, has the strongest combat power, and can sustain high-intensity combat for a long time, so that they can sweep through the South American Lostbelt and shock the powerful forces around them as soon as they appear...

In the blink of an eye, Fingel began his daydreaming happily.

Then Emiya's next words interrupted her sweet dream—

"...So did you understand what I just said? Like everyone else, your current goal is to try your best to survive in the Lostbelt, make contact with the forces in the Lostbelt, gain their trust and obtain information. After that, when you have the opportunity, you should also not neglect the task of cultivating the Imaginary Tree. The Alien God will probably send an apostle to supervise you."

"Alright, alright... Understood!"

Then Fingel counted on his fingers. In his place, there were dinosaur people, those Otherots, and the alien god he was "loyal to"... In other words, he had to gain the trust of all three parties at the same time.
This is terrible! He's become a triple agent!

"Wait a minute, does the organization offer any support? For example, could they improve this online platform for the Hidden Ones, add some online magic support features or something? I still don't feel confident; I feel like I might get killed if I'm not careful."

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush me. We've only just finished working on the multi-line, real-time chat feature, and we're trying to contact you while rushing to launch it for testing. As for the rest, we're working on it, so don't rush us. (Creates a new folder)"

"...?" So your thing is only in Beta now?
Feeling that the future was already endless darkness, Fingel, squatting in the damp earth, couldn't help but be lost in thought for a long time.

In the end, he had no choice but to find some humor in his misery, rolling up his sleeves in the lonely rainforest to cheer himself up and try to rekindle his dying fighting spirit.

"Damn it, from today onwards, I, Fingel, am going to dance on three eggs!"

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.

"Is everyone involved in Project Hidden doing alright?"

In the conference room, Leonardo da Vinci curiously observed Emiya and Caesar as they snapped out of their reverie from the "Hidden Ones Channel Communication".

Besides Emiya, Caesar was also in contact with these seven people through the Hidden Ones group chat, though the individuals he spoke with were different. Emiya chatted with Fingel, Chu Zihang, and Shude Mai, then cleared his throat:

"Finger's environment is a tropical rainforest where dinosaurs and humans live, but with his survival skills, he should be able to hold out for a while longer."

Emiya continued, "Mai Shutoku has fewer enemies, but the problem is that she needs to survive in the polar regions during the snowy season. As for Chu Zihang, he said he has a Qin Shi Huang who has successfully cultivated immortality."

"?"

Caesar, who hadn't yet recovered from the overwhelming amount of information conveyed by the other hidden figures, suddenly widened his eyes. Da Vinci was also astonished. "Unbelievable! Did Qin Shi Huang really become an immortal? How are Xiang Yu and Liu Bang supposed to fight him now?"
"What do you mean, how do we fight?" Emiya asked, somewhat confused by their questions. "Chu Zihang said that Qin Shi Huang ruled the world for over two thousand years as an immortal, and all those Dragon Kings and hybrid organizations have disappeared into the dust of history. So, there's no need to fight anymore; all the rebels are gone."

"Huh?" Caesar was taken aback again. "You mean, Lostbelts are different from Singularities; they're worlds that have continuously developed from a wrong historical turning point to the world they are today?"

This is like assuming there is a Qin Singularity where Qin Shi Huang obtains the elixir of immortality and, in turn, suppresses the Chu-Han armies—this simply brings history to a turning point, where the path that was originally moving straight forward suddenly turns right.

However, in the corresponding Qin Dynasty Lostbelt, the situation should have become that Qin Shi Huang relied on becoming an immortal to continue ruling China and expanding into the world, sweeping away enemies for thousands of years. In other words, history not only reached a turning point (singularity), but also went all the way to a dead end.

Lostbelts are like other worlds, where history develops erroneously. So that's what it means...?

"Yup!"

Emiya said matter-of-factly, "When I was talking to Fingel, he was hiding in the rainforest and didn't get much information, so it was hard to pinpoint the exact time. But Chu Zihang was caught by Qin Shi Huang's men as soon as he landed, and he suddenly got a lot of information about that Lostbelt. Don't worry, he's in a good situation. The other side seems to care a bit about Chu Zihang's identity, so both sides are at peace."

Caesar expressed his understanding with mixed feelings, explaining that they had only just launched the communication platform and were not yet able to provide further remote assistance.

As for further functional development, Nuwa is already trying. Having operated the Thought Platform for many years, she is more suitable than anyone else present. She will be able to develop a similar multi-functional online platform for the Hidden Ones faster than others. As for how fast this will take, there is no guarantee.

“I’ve also spoken to them. Percy said that his environment doesn’t resemble any continent he’s familiar with; the local civilization is quite advanced, so he’s still cautiously observing. Abbas is certain he’s in India, but there’s still a tribal war going on there. Ophelia is in a similar situation to Mai, in the freezing cold. Finally, Charlotte is the strangest; she says she’s surrounded by desolation and can’t find any life at all…”

Emiya felt a chill run down his spine, as if another bunch of Lostbelt monsters were lurking in the virtual data world, brewing and waiting for the moment when humanity was reduced to nothing before descending and invading reality.

Unfortunately, Chaldea, being in the real world, couldn't offer much help. At most, they could cheer them on and provide some backstage support. Otherwise, Emiya thought he could try to get there in the same way as Team A, and maybe even hack into the alien god's backstage and destroy all the stages He had carefully prepared, as well as the Imaginary Tree...

Meanwhile, Caesar had already recorded the intelligence provided by the Hidden Ones and had it stored in a highly classified archive. After finishing his work, he seemed to suddenly ponder something and asked Emiya, "Do you think the Hidden Ones' intelligence is reliable?"

"You think they might side with the alien gods to be wary of us? You're overthinking it!"

Emiya frowned. "That guy came up here and immediately threatened everyone with a Grand Command Spell. If it were me, I would never have told the Hidden Ones the truth about the Grand Command Spell from the start... This kind of behavior can be said to alienate the Hidden Ones. The reason why the Alien Gods are willing to do this at all costs is simply because they are afraid that they will turn to us!"

Chaldea's casualty rate dropped to zero under the invasion of the Demon Pillars, which will definitely make the alien gods lose confidence.

"No, Emiya, think about it. Even so, the Hidden Ones still have a third option."

Caesar said in a low voice, "They can choose to side with Lostbelt instead of Chaldea and the Alien Gods. Moreover, the more assistance we provide, the more beneficial it will be for their development in Lostbelt—Emiya, do you think we should still consider doing everything we can to help the Hidden Ones under these circumstances?"

Emiya sensed Caesar's hesitation, an expression never before seen on the young Chaldea director, a look that concealed a heavy burden of pressure.

Perhaps he felt Chaldea couldn't afford a second wave of upheaval, or perhaps he worried that humanity's future would be ruined by his own mistake...

"Don't think so much!" Emiya tapped the table, the thud interrupting Caesar's self-pity. "Think about it the other way around. If we don't do our best to help the Hidden Ones, won't they switch sides to Lostbelt even faster? You're in charge of this project, so get your act together."

Caesar's somber expression finally crumbled. "Alright, alright, you've all had your fun!"

Da Vinci, who was focused on the technical aspects and didn't interrupt, shrugged. "Hey, Director, you're too eager to shoulder the pressure alone. It's bound to be uncomfortable sitting in that position for a while. Here, I'll teach you a secret trick that's guaranteed to help relieve work stress!"

"What?" Caesar asked curiously.

Da Vinci's wand swung at Emiya, "Look, when in doubt, just ask Emiya! Even if he can't solve it, he can use his impeccable connections to find someone who can!" Caesar: "..." Seriously, you're asking Emiya about everything? You might as well just sideline me as the director!
Emiya was too lazy to argue with the unscrupulous merchant, and casually remarked, "I think I entrusted someone with the most crucial Demon Pillar research project, but she immediately outsourced it to someone else under the guise of 'expert consultation.' Sigh, she's slacking off and stealing my pay!"

“Ahem, what’s wrong with outsourcing? Outsourcing is a legitimate business activity… it can’t be considered laziness!” Da Vinci argued.

【drop--】

The alarm sounding over the loudspeaker stopped the three from chatting.

Caesar led the way out of the meeting room, "It's the observation room!"

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"what happened?"

"It's the already sealed-off control room. Through a lens connected via remote equipment, we suddenly observed a new singularity shift on Chaldea!"

The staff answered nervously, explaining that, considering the precautions against the alien god and the investigation of signs of the previous incident, Caesar had the area sealed off, so the staff could only observe the celestial anomalies in the control room through remote equipment links.

"Director, please look. This is a singularity that was originally located in France in 1431. Its original spacetime distortion range extended from Paris in the north to Marseille and Bordeaux in the south... Although this would certainly be French territory in modern times, during the Hundred Years' War in 1431, it actually included the territories of France, the British-occupied areas, and independent principalities, among other powers..."

Emiya interrupted the staff's rambling historical explanation, saying, "The historical background of the singularity is enough; now we'll focus on the anomalies."

"Yes, sir! The main change in the singularity is that its scope has expanded! From its original French territory, it has begun to expand simultaneously in four directions: east, west, north, and south. According to historical records, the Duchy of Burgundy and the Duchy of Lorraine in the east have already been covered by the singularity, as have the County of Provence and the Duchy of Savoy in the southeast..."

"In other words, the Holy Roman Empire has also been covered by the anomalous spacetime. According to this expansion trend, it cannot be ruled out that the singularity will gradually erode the whole of Western Europe."

Caesar stared in astonishment. "What's going on here? Even the Hundred Years' War between England and France doesn't warrant dragging a bunch of Holy Roman Empire principalities into it, does it? Don't tell me they're organizing the Fourth Crusade."

"No one knows anything about singularities unless you go to the site and understand the situation."

Emiya shook his head helplessly. He had originally thought that the woman waiting there in the First Singularity might be the easiest woman to deal with in FGO Chaldea.

As a result, the singularity of the Hundred Years' War between England and France turned into this horrible state. Sigh, could it be that an extraordinary and ruthless character has appeared? Is there such a person as a French Heroic Spirit?

"The situation is urgent; we should prepare to travel to that era to resolve the distortion of time and space."

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In 1431, the Hundred Years' War between England and France, which was originally expected to drag on for some more time, came to an abrupt end without warning.

Because the Duchy of Normandy, the Duchy of Aquitaine, and the port of Calais, which originally belonged to the British-occupied territory, were all inexplicably lost, John, the Duke of Bedford, who controlled the area, simply vanished without a trace.

King Charles VII of France was stunned when he learned of this, but a few days later, he followed in the footsteps of the English duke. The royal territories of Orléans, Bourges and other places fell one after another, followed by the fall of the whole of France.

This undoubtedly caused panic among the surrounding duchies and noble lords—an unknown but extremely powerful force with formidable combat and organizational capabilities had intervened here!

In a panic, the principalities urgently consulted with their neighboring powers in Western Europe and formed a rather loose temporary alliance for "mutual assistance and benefit." As a result, the "Iberian League" consisting of Portugal, Castile, and Aragon, the "Apennine League" consisting of Naples, Milan, and others, and the Holy Roman Empire, a grand alliance, suddenly appeared on the Western European continent.

They offered all the support they could to the anxious and flustered principality, except for substantial assistance, and then stood by and watched from the sidelines.

It wasn't until a certain piece of news spread that the powerful feudal lords of Europe finally realized their mistake and could no longer sit idly by...

The message that spread with astonishing speed was—

Centuries later, the legendary Charlemagne and his twelve knights have returned to the mortal realm!

Karl the Great publicly declared war: "In the name of God, I will sweep away evil and imperfection from the world and bring equal salvation to all life!"

“You are victorious, warriors and righteous men…for the Lord your God goes with you to fight for you against your enemies and to deliver you!” (Deuteronomy 20:4)
In contrast, the news of Joan of Arc's "resurrection" seemed completely unremarkable.

In the dark, sunless underground black magic workshop, the clanging of chains echoed.

"...Don't you think so, poor saintly doll? Think about it, being reborn and returning to the human world, there must be a sense of irony, right—hatred for being burned at the stake? Resentment towards the ignorance of the people? Anger at the betrayal of those pro-British factions?...Or perhaps, indifference towards everything? Unfortunately, you didn't anticipate that you would be completely ignored."

The white-haired, gothic-dressed girl, Prierati, laughs in front of chains and women bound by chains.

"Have you laughed enough? Where is this place? What did you do to me?" The woman looked up; her long hair was a dull gray-white.

"What? You still don't understand the situation? Is your brain filled with cornstarch paste?"

Plerati's tone was still irritating.

"It's become very unsafe outside. If you're discovered, you'll be captured by the 'Paladin' and 'assimilated' in a flash. To prevent that from happening, I specially adjusted the properties of your vessel! Hehehe, I have to thank my friend Gilles's existence for the inspiration that allowed me to better understand the structure of you... Heroic Spirit Servants."

Tsk tsk——

Holy Maiden, for the greater good, turn to the dark side!
Plerati could almost imagine that if Gil, who had long since vanished, were still alive at this moment, he would shout like this.

"A vessel... my spirit origin?" The chained woman—Jeanne d'Arc Alter—felt bewildered by the surging anger and hatred within her. The hatred seemed like an inextinguishable karmic fire, something that shouldn't exist in her Servant form, as she had no Avenger side at all.

This was... forcibly bestowed upon it using evil magic.

She... couldn't help but feel a surge of fire within her, ready to burn the chains away with a bang.

“Avengers? Oh, so that’s what you call yourself. Well then, let’s call you that—the Avengers Alliance, how about that?” Plerati said excitedly, opening her arms wide.

"An alliance? Just me alone?" Jeanne Alter sneered.

"Of course not! Look! This is another lone Servant I found. She accepted my 'adjustment' earlier than you. Black Saintess, you're the one who came later!"

At this moment, a stern-faced silver-haired woman walked into the underground workshop. She wore a conspicuous hat, bubble socks on one leg and long over-the-knee socks on the other, with long boots on her feet, creating an asymmetrical beauty.

(End of this chapter)