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

Chapter 369 My God, there's also Michael the Godlike!
[What's with that ridiculous, utterly unrespecting adventurer outfit you're wearing over there? I'll just assume you're a figment of my imagination, a phantom sung about by bards!]

Suppressing his agitation and anger at having his plans disrupted, Emperor Karl the Great conveyed a slightly unpleasant tone from some unknown void:

In other words, your achievements and your knighthood originally belonged to me! It was I who spent my life on the battlefield, using every means and wisdom to unite the various tribes, establish the prototype of Europe, and create great achievements, and only then did the stories sung by poets come to be! That is the true origin of your birth!

【You are nothing but a fiction. Between my great achievements and your fiction, which is more correct—the one that this world and its people need? Answer me!】

Faced with the Emperor's questioning, Charlemagne shrugged. "Of course, you're on the right side. I'm just a daydreamer full of fantasies about dashing knights, with no grand vision. But you want to build a vast, peaceful, and loving nation where everyone is happy. Dreamers are never as good as pragmatists."

"Yes, at least that's what you used to think... But now, your actions have deviated from your original intentions."

Charlemagne reached out and easily gathered the countless azure light particles—the torrent of spiritual faith diverted from Emperor Karl—to his side, manipulating them as if they were his own limbs, forming a vast, dreamlike celestial river flowing around him and Emiya.

"Look, these are the people you have manipulated at will. They were so respectful and loyal to you, but now they are about to lose their right to live in reality! Their lives, their destiny, were killed by your own hands! Even in death, they are deceived by your illusions!"

[Wrong, wrong! Charlie, you haven't grasped reality before you've even established a great legacy! This world is full of contradictions. People differ in race, region, values, and ideologies, their beliefs clash, and their definitions of happiness vary. Even if you possess absolute power to conquer the world, these contradictions cannot be resolved!]

[This is the conclusion I have reached since my 'rebirth' and arrival in this world. Therefore, all this must be corrected. To this end, I have developed 'Heavenly Voice Assimilation,' through spiritual baptism, I will convey this will to all people of the world, linking them together with a unified thought, so that they may live in harmony in the newly born and beautiful world of 'Heaven'!]

"So completely ignoring reality is such a lame approach—"

[Shut up! You completely misunderstand the true meaning of 'Heaven'! How can mere spiritual illusions compare to the status of 'human love'?]

When I ascend the throne of the world's second greatest love—'human love'—my spiritual influence will encompass the entire globe. At that time, perfect illusion will completely merge with reality, replacing the materialistic and decadent world, and all people will be able to achieve themselves within the same beautiful dream!

[Without reality, and without illusion, this is what is meant by perfect paradise!]

The void began to tremble.

The ever-growing blue torrent that Charlemagne had been controlling was abruptly cut off.

"Watch out!" Emiya warned, pulling Charlemagne and Astolfo, who was flying on a hawk, into the Susanoo for protection.

He gained a lot of experience in his struggle against Karl the Great, and judging from this situation... something big is about to happen!

The clouds in the sky were orderly unfolded, and an invisible behemoth of light permeated reality. Endless light formed the shapes of flowers, stars, and wings, like thousands of angels spinning and dancing. Then it transformed into a tangible burst of light, like the wrath of God falling from the seventh heaven to the mortal world to destroy evil!
"Danger!"

Charlemagne and Astolfo were momentarily stunned. The sight that unfolded like heaven was a significant shock to believers like them, but they quickly recovered and reminded Emiya.

"We've been on guard against him for a while now."

Emiya manipulated Susanoo to withdraw.

In fact, he himself is not lacking in this kind of large-area AOE, so he knows where the weakness of this skill lies - although the large range makes it difficult to dodge, it is also easy to be offset by a single-target skill with less energy consumption because of the dispersion of power.

Of course, ordinary people cannot do this; one must be as skilled as Emiya, possessing a high level of mental perception.

In the blink of an eye, the purple-armored giant that Emiya was piloting, though essentially a large mecha, was driven by him with remarkable agility, moving with movements no less nimble than a human.

The giant first dodged and weaved, turning to a secluded spot, then swung his divine sword in a backhand motion, meeting the oncoming golden light head-on with its blade—

Rumble!
At the moment the explosion occurred, Emiya used the recoil to accelerate his retreat from the area of ​​concentrated golden light bombardment to a more remote area.

Upon reaching this position, Charlemagne and his companion finally saw clearly, just like Emiya, the earth-shattering power of this golden light.

The bombardment beam, inspired by the seven heavens, pierced the sky and clouds, as if it were falling from deep space above the Kármán line at an altitude of 100 kilometers down onto the Earth's continent.

After they dodged, the beam of light continued to fall downwards in a spreading pattern, forming a cone shape with an ever-expanding base. Everyone except Emiya was filled with horror.

Because Charlemagne and his group, along with the Shadow Border members and the Chaldeans connected remotely, all watched this scene intently:
They saw a small portion of the Atlantic Ocean, more than 400 million square kilometers of which were covered by the seawater that evaporated instantly, creating an airspace that was only filled by seawater from other places after the sunlight disappeared.

This result was due to the shift in the light from Heaven caused by Emiya's dodge; if that beam of light had shone directly down, it would probably have been enough to destroy about half of Europe.

"That guy! He actually plundered the power from all the people of Europe and just vented it all on him without any restraint!" Charlemagne was a chivalrous man, so he couldn't stand such an "uncool" act of evil. Alfred, standing to the side, chimed in, adding fuel to the fire.

"He probably didn't want to directly harm the people, otherwise he wouldn't have targeted the entire seawater area with such precision. But such methods cannot completely prevent disaster casualties. The secondary disasters such as the super earthquakes triggered by this phenomenon are enough to cause a large number of accidental deaths."

Emiya pondered.

"However, Emperor Karl will ultimately do everything in his power regardless of the consequences, because dealing with Chaldea is his highest priority."

"As for the people of Europe, his thinking is that affecting the masses now will only reduce the spiritual faith he has gained. Once all these people have sacrificed their spiritual souls, he will fight us with all his might, and then he will no longer care about any sacrifices. He claims to love humanity, but this behavior is a thoroughly cold-blooded and evil act."

“Yes, yes,” Charlemagne nodded, patting Emiya on the shoulder:

"Any evil will be brought to justice! My dearest friend, keep going, I believe in you, you will definitely be able to take my place and destroy the evil me on the other side!"

"When did I become your best friend... No, are you a teammate who came to support me? Aren't you going to do any work?"

Emiya pointed to the blue dots of light surrounding Charlemagne, which danced and soared around him in the shape of waves. Astolfo, standing nearby, eagerly tried to catch the materialized blue lights, like a child playing without regard for the atmosphere.

Forget it, Ah Fu is a bit slow-witted, but even though you're a foolish king, you should at least have some sense of responsibility!

Charlemagne gave a slightly bitter smile upon hearing this. "...Actually, you should be able to sense it, right? My spirit origin is not very stable. I am ultimately a product of literary fantasy, and even my current form of existence is fixed by Lord Astolfo's Noble Phantasm." "Although I can control these spiritual beliefs now, I can only take less than half of them from the person opposite me (Emperor Karl).

It was only half-baked to begin with, and was a product of a last-minute emergency call, so it's normal that it couldn't compete with the other side.

Emiya felt a chill run down his spine. "So, you mean...?"

"That's how it is. I'm now just as familiar with the system as he (Karl the Great). According to my own estimate, he probably holds the majority, about ten million units of spirit, but that's enough."

"More than ten million units of spirit are enough to help him hide in the spiritual realm—well, it's probably another dimensional space created by the spiritual world, in other words, what that guy calls 'heaven' for humans, which is why you can't find him, Emiya."

Emiya nodded.

He knew this much. It's just a Reality Marble, right? When in doubt, alchemy or science; when explanations fail, time travel; when imagination runs dry, parallel universes; when the style is too jarring, a Reality Marble!

"As for me, I only have a small portion of that, which barely qualifies me as having some authority over that place. Although I can help you temporarily find the so-called spiritual paradise where the other party is hiding, due to my spiritual foundation problem, I will collapse after using my power once. So, doing so would be like throwing an egg against a rock."

Charlemagne smiled weakly. "My dearest friend—I see that you and Afu have a good relationship. Since she considers you a friend, I'll take the liberty of calling you my dearest friend."

"I know it's presumptuous of me, but is that alright?"

“My dearest friend, things have come to this point, and I hope that you will take control of this power.”

Charlemagne, without a second thought, unsheathed his sword and handed it to Emiya. "This sword is called Juvayus. I, on the other side, would certainly look down on this kind of sword with acquired fantasy, but to me, it is a legendary sword that carries the way of kings and saints, a sword of pleasure, a sword of the earth!"

"With this glorious sword, I will carry the spiritual hopes of all people, my dearest friend, to demonstrate my royal might and traverse the world!"

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.

Shadow Border.

"The storm ahead has not yet subsided. Given the current wind resistance of the submarine, it is not recommended to continue. The aftermath of the battle between the two sides has resulted in a giant super typhoon covering the European continent. The outer perimeter here alone has super hurricanes with wind speeds of hundreds of meters per second. Entering the inner area will increase this speed exponentially. Considering the possibility of accidents at any time and the lifespan of the submarine's hull, it is not recommended to continue deeper."

Captain Constantine said.

The imaginary submarine did not remain on the ground. Instead, it followed at a distance after Afu set off with support, attempting to find an opportunity to intervene in the battlefield.

Shadow Border is not without this capability. It should be noted that this ship is also equipped with a variety of destructive weapons, including a Fantasy Collapse Cannon equipped with pseudo-divine ammunition, capable of triggering a super catastrophe.

However, to their utter bewilderment, they were unable to detect any trace of Karl the Great.

That's to be expected. Emiya is still clueless; how could they possibly find their target while observing from the outside?

"Is Senior alright?" Mashu seemed a little worried, but noticed that Nono and the others were not flustered at all. They were still playing rhythm games with Erii and Natsumi, their nimble fingers tapping so fast that they became afterimages.

"Don't worry, Mashu. You've seen this kind of situation many times, you'll get used to it. The current situation is still 'normal'. We still have a few cards left to play."

"Miss Nono is amazing. Aren't you worried about your senior at all?"

"no."

“Hey, your hand was shaking when you were talking just now.”

"..." Nono threw away all the "Miss" game panels in her hand. Who told her that Mashu was as pure as paper and not scheming at all!

"Holy crap!" came a shout from the front of the Shadow Border ship, like Old Tang's signature booming voice:
"Everyone, come out and see! My God, it's an angel!"

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.

"Angel?"

After Charlemagne handed Gouvayus over to Emiya, he himself disintegrated and vanished.

Emiya and Astolfo didn't even have time to say a proper goodbye. Charlemagne, on the contrary, thought it was quite cool that he took it upon himself to say, "Take my final holy sword!" He wanted Emiya to inherit his golden, shining chivalrous spirit and defeat that wicked and evil Emperor Charlemagne!
So after Emiya gripped the Juvayus, he saw angels everywhere... well, strange angelic monsters with wings.

[Angel - Seventh Rank] *333, [Angel - Sixth Rank] 222, [Angel - Fifth Rank] 111, ... [Archangel Michael (Shadow of the Angel)]

"?" Emiya suddenly saw the bright, floating subtitles in his field of vision, and after a moment of stunned silence, he realized that it was BB's doing.

—And what's with Michael? Streamer, isn't this hero a bit too overpowered?
[Hehe, isn't this more intuitive? This place is supposedly the 'Seven Heavens' as depicted by Emperor Karl. Don't take it too seriously, senior; those angels are all fakes.]

"I don't believe you for a second. That Michael has an aura that's at the level of a powerful god!"

[Hehe, after all, myths and legends are elevated through human praise. With the spiritual faith of the European people, even the originally illusory things become vivid and lifelike. I suggest that you use Charlemagne's sword to call upon the power of the people, otherwise you'll get beaten up if you fight alone.]

"I know, I know, then—"

Emiya raised the holy sword, "This sword is truly the unparalleled holy sword. Every time it descends, it illuminates the world! Use this brilliance to burn everything!"

Almost simultaneously, as Michael's gaze met, the red cross sword held by the angel of light and shadow stood out vividly.

Wait... what level of divine weapon is the sword of the Heavenly Kingdom's Vice-King, the "Godlike One"? Can I use it?
(End of this chapter)