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

Chapter 390 An unexpected encounter with a red-haired man on the battlefield; despite all efforts, victory is impossible.
The smoke of death rose into the sky. With the arrival of the "Age of High Martial Arts," the massive military force of the ancient Roman super-empire finally amplified the cruelty of war to an astonishing degree.

Rumbling--

The start of a battle often involves the Archer forces collectively unleashing their Noble Phantasms to conduct long-range barrages.

The terrifying barrage of artillery fire, far surpassing the guided air-to-ground bombs of later generations in power and accuracy, resembled a dazzling meteor shower, shimmering and swaying like aurora borealis as it fell to the earth, followed by massive, dense explosions and billowing smoke shooting straight into the sky.

Chaotic magic surged forth, and a massive fireball, thousands of degrees hot, rapidly spread and expanded across the ground, its fiery orange-white body radiating outwards, utterly destroying the fortified positions constructed by the enemy Caster.

"Archer's Noble Phantasm barrage complete!"

After a sweeping sweep, the enemy's Rider cavalry was quickly flanked from both the left and right flanks. Even so, their galloping was not like that of ancient cavalry, but rather like the raging wind and thunder that swept across the plains, crushing all obstacles in their path!
"Rider Group has launched a full-scale attack!"

“Very good. As planned, the Servant force garrisoning this position is also of medium size. After our Riders charge and create chaos, we will lead the Saber and Lancer group to launch an offensive…”

On a distant hillside, several figures in charge of tactical command are communicating remotely through a magic communication channel established by Caster.

They were an assault force led by General Odysseus under Emperor Trajan.

According to intelligence gathered by our Assassins, the last seventh 'Emperor' of the Roman world has appeared and engaged in direct armed conflict with Caesar's detachment, whose legions have already suffered significant losses.

The general judged that this opportunity was extremely rare, so he ordered a portion of the army to engage Caesar's five legions in the Egyptian province while launching a feint attack.

They launched a surprise attack on Cyprus from the province of Cyprus, and after removing this thorn in their side, the vast Asian region and Caesar's stronghold were within easy reach.

Even if the subsequent Asian landing operation unexpectedly fails, as long as Cyprus is seized in a blitzkrieg, a stubborn nail can be firmly driven into the dictator's nose.

Boom!

Another burst of light and flame exploded in the distance, followed by a number of screams.

The commanding officer assumed that a new round of fierce fighting had broken out in a certain position.

“Each unit has them! The enemy’s Caster formation has limited strength and lacks comprehensive early warning, so they haven’t been able to launch a large-scale counterattack. The general has given us a large number of Command Seals, so don’t be stingy with your Noble Phantasms!”

"As long as we launch a fierce attack at all costs, we can annihilate the enemy on this island. Nothing can withstand His Majesty Trajan's eastern expeditionary force—"

"Report! Something's wrong. The enemy has at least a general-level Saber who has broken into the area and is hindering our attack!" a battlefield scout reported.

"From which direction are the reinforcements coming? Can we gather any intelligence?" Trajan's officers became alert. If a single powerful Servant broke into the battlefield, it meant that a large number of troops were likely following nearby.

"Report! It seems it's not one of Caesar's generals, but that newly appeared 'Seventh One.' He's alone, attacking indiscriminately—no, crushing, crushing both sides..."

The tone of voice coming through the communication channel grew increasingly panicked.

"What!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the officer in Trajan's army was startled again, his face turning deathly pale.

It turned out that a dazzling light and a deafening roar were coming from afar once again.

What followed was complete silence on the magic communication channel, with no news at all.

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.

"Strange, monster..."

A Saber with a relatively tenacious life force struggled to her death, but could only watch helplessly as her spirit core was destroyed and her spirit foundation quietly crumbled.

A common man's anger can spill blood within five steps, and within ten steps, everyone becomes an enemy.

For the followers, not to mention ten steps, even a hundred or a thousand steps would not be a problem. The unknown enemy who broke into the battlefield actually broke through the line of defense and even wiped out their entire army by himself!
"Damn it! Why! Why!"

With his face flushed red and blood flowing all over the ground, the Servant struggled to stand up. This kind of monster... isn't it only generals or emperors who have this level of strength? Why would such a being appear on a small island and break into the front line to fight alone?
The servants' shouts went unanswered. The red-haired figure only uttered "The Sword Emperor is here! You will all die quickly!" at the start of the battle, and then began to attack both sides indiscriminately without any expression.

After wiping out the fighting force in that position, they went on their own to advance to more distant areas where there was fighting, completely ignoring the weak who were destined to die.

All that was left for the defeated Servants was a mysterious red-haired figure.

As for his own communication channel, he called for a long time but it was as if it had fallen silent and no one answered. Perhaps Caster, who was responsible for maintaining the remote communication magic, was already dead, so no one could answer the dying question of an unknown Saber grunt.

That's right... He clearly realized that he was just a grunt.

Unlike the detachments on the Eastern Roman side, the number of Servants on the top battlefield is countless.

Whether it's a low-profile, third-rate Servant who is summoned, or a Servant transformed from a fanatical, belligerent Roman soldier who receives the power of the Holy Grail Drops.

Here, they are nothing more than common soldiers and weeds to be trampled upon at will.

In the eyes of that servant, the tall, red-haired figure once again plunged into the new battle, quickly finding himself surrounded, yet still moving with lightning speed.

Bang bang bang!

He hardly needed any weapons; with just a punch or a kick, he could send the surrounding Servants flying like fragile sandbags. Upon closer inspection, those Servants who had been sent flying were all twisted into contorted positions with their torsos severely caved inward by the immense force, clearly on the verge of death and about to vanish from the world.

"Everyone, scatter! Our '14th Gemina Victory' Archer Squadron will carry out the bombing!"

Another batch of reinforcements has arrived.

In that Saber's eyes, they were like fools unaware of the enemy's terror, actually saying things like, "The enemy specializes in melee combat and lacks ranged Noble Phantasms and magic!", before lining up in high spirits and unleashing their Noble Phantasms:
"Command Seals activated, Noble Phantasm activated! 'Lightning Long Longbow, piercing through armor!'"

"Die, monster!"

The Archer Noble Phantasm team, shining brightly, collectively released a massive surge of magical energy, with countless flashes of light flying through the air.

No, stop! What you're doing is wrong, and it will lead to even worse consequences!

Saber let out a weak howl, but no sound came out. He could only spit out a mouthful of blood. Communication had been cut off at some point, and he had no time to remind his comrades how wrong their decision was.

In desperation, the Servant had no choice but to make a final effort, throwing his sword, his only Noble Phantasm, as a projectile.

Because, once a ranged Noble Phantasm is used, the opponent will also—

Suddenly, a blurry figure appeared out of thin air beside the red-haired sword emperor, and from a distance, it looked like several clones had split off.

However, judging from their varying heights and different types of weapons, they don't seem to be clones.

"Clang!" The sword Saber threw was blocked by the shadow of a short female knight next to the Sword Emperor. Then she shook the sword, and it flew back at an incredible angle, like a whistling missile, rapidly magnifying in his vision.

Pfft!

A sword sliced ​​open his neck, and his head flew off.

He could only watch as his vision spun and turned upside down, with countless stars twinkling and blinking in the sky, bursting into bright fireworks – the light from Archer's Noble Phantasm exploding after being intercepted in mid-air.

There were also blinding pillars of white light, which were the astonishing sword waves generated when the Sword Emperor's shadow launched a counterattack and retaliated with his treasure.

Gradually, darkness enveloped him, and the vast, cold night began to set in...

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.

war……

This is the real Holy Grail War. Compared to it, the traditional Holy Grail War with seven servants and seven Servants is simply a joke here.

Emiya's eyes were filled with the scorched and mottled earth. Those war fortresses, which Caster had temporarily "constructed" were more like large-scale military towns than fortresses. But after the ravages of war, only a large number of holes in the walls pierced by arrows, cracks in the ground from swords and halberds, and fragments from wheels or animal hooves remained.

One by one, the lives of Servants perished in the war, yet the war still could not be stopped. Chaldea, however, was powerless to persuade the Roman states to cease the Holy Grail War.

Would they stop if we told them that this Holy Grail War distorted history?
impossible.

They continuously benefited from the Holy Grail War. The blessings of the Grail Drops, the magical power of the Servants, and the resulting improvement in their living standards drove and entangled the entire Roman Empire with desires for victory, plunder, and prosperity, constantly pushing it toward this battlefield that was nothing short of a meat grinder.

In order to uncover the truth about the singularity and resolve it, Chaldea has no choice but to get involved in the war, influence the situation, and end the war as quickly as possible.

"Aaaaah—! Taking your time and daydreaming on the battlefield? Don't underestimate us!"

A Berserker roared and launched an attack on Emiya. His powerful muscles were tinged with blood, and the giant axe in his hand shone with a bright light. He looked like a six-slot, late-game Axe King with god-tier gear.

Behind them were several companies with bloodshot eyes, their faces contorted and muscles bulging. This was a suicide assault team composed of Berserkers.

Whoosh!
The Servants' shadows beside Emiya shattered the giant axe's blade light in an attempt to intercept the suicide squad, but were quickly entangled by a large group of Saber and Lancer enemies engaged in close combat. Faced with an unprecedented threat, the different Servants became incredibly coordinated.

The Berserker Axe King's massive blade was not intercepted and slashed down from behind Emiya in an instant, casting a shadow over Emiya's entire body as the axe rose high into the air.

Die, you son of a bitch!
Berserker's body suddenly glowed with magical light, and his speed and strength surged dramatically! His entire torso expanded, and his muscles turned an even deeper crimson!
In that instant, a feeling of joy flashed through his berserk and furious mind. This was the Caster group's secret reinforcement. Logically speaking, he and these suicide squad Berserkers receiving too much magical protection in such a short time would have reached their own limits, and might even have seriously damaged their spirit foundation.

But if it can create a fatal weakness in the enemy, then it's definitely worth the price!
The giant axe cleaved down, and the resulting shrill gusts of air were enough to pierce through an ordinary human body and shatter the ground beneath their feet, leaving a huge, deep gash in one strike!
At high speed, Berserker stared at the back of Emiya's head.

Haha! You didn't expect that, did you? This is our exhilarating combo move!

This Sword Emperor could never have imagined that their cooperation would be so exquisite. He was so wrong to think that he could judge his actual strength based on experience!

In the blink of an eye, just as the shot was about to hit, Emiya turned around without warning and glanced at him.

"this……!"

Berserker was immediately shaken and terrified.

In an extremely fast-paced environment where everything seems to move at a snail's pace, witnessing an enemy suddenly turn around and look at you must be a terrifying experience, and the feeling is probably hard to describe.

Even though his speed had already exceeded his normal output by dozens of times with the help of the Casters, the opponent still managed to react!
Then, Berserker saw Emiya move to the side, as if simply making way for someone, thus avoiding the giant axe's attack.

Varied……

Then Emiya reached out and slapped again, as if he had seized the opportunity to swat a tiny mosquito, but Berserker felt an overwhelming force, so much so that the arm holding the giant axe suddenly turned at a clever angle, aiming at the Servants in front of Emiya.

Thus, this attack, which had been poured into with all its might and even damaged its Spirit Origin, flew towards its allies like a blinding streak of light, under Berserker's bloodshot gaze!

The astonishing reversal happened in the blink of an eye.

It was so close...!
Even the subsequent Berserkers were completely bewildered.

They only saw a blur before their eyes, and the leader, Berserker, was now positioned next to the Sword Emperor. He seemed to be one of the tool shadows summoned by the Sword Emperor, unleashing a desperate attack on his teammates.

Rumble! The Servant army's lines were cleaved open by the Berserker, creating a massive chasm in the ground!
Holy crap, what's going on? That burly, shirtless leader with thick eyebrows and big eyes, Blood Axe King, actually betrayed us?
The Berserkers, and even the Servants of nearby chapters, were all taken aback.

Ignoring the Axe King's astonished expression, Emiya withdrew his gaze.

He wasn't actually distracted.

With his double-eyes, he can "see in all directions and hear in all directions"—no, even with his eyes closed, he can still dodge enemy attacks.

Of course, the more enemies there are, the greater the burden on your mind. It's fine in a one-on-one situation, but when you're caught in the chaos of the battlefield, the best decision is not to trap yourself in the encirclement, but to escape the battlefield, run to the edge, and then pull out your artifact to quickly clear the area.

But Emiya wouldn't do that.

Maximizing benefits comes from practicing skills as much as possible while ensuring one's own safety. Having both genuine and deceitful intentions doesn't preclude advancement.

Emiya vaguely remembered that the skill called "Intuition" allowed him to foresee a short period of the future, provided his level was high enough.

But how can we evolve this kind of mental perception skill?
Oh, right, spirit...

Emiya suddenly remembered that he had a copy of the BB system in his head... no, a beggar's version of the Heavenly Voice Assimilation System.

If you release the spiritual power of Heavenly Voice Assimilation in an enemy's environment, combined with the discernment of your dual Mind's Eyes...

"Ok?"

Suddenly, a spacetime distortion appeared before Emiya's eyes.

A glimpse into the future suddenly appeared before my eyes.

【—Drip forth pain, delusional heartbeat (Zabaniya)!!】

A long, twisted, crimson arm, like a demon's, reached out from a blind spot, swept past at lightning speed, and then grasped a heart in its hand.

[Emiya's own heart.]

(End of this chapter)