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

Chapter 393 A small opening doesn't count as an opening!

boom! boom! boom!
The intense sword intent was almost tangible, soaring straight into the sky while causing the rolling dark clouds to churn. The bright white lightning pierced through the dark sky, falling instantly from the vast heavens like twisted branches, echoing the unparalleled sword energy on the earth, just like the "Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique" in a fantasy story.

Without the blessing of divine power or the interference of authority, the changes in heaven and earth were created solely by the pure environment of swordsmanship.

That's right, only pure swords.

In an environment where no one knew how much time had passed, the Servants seemed to have fallen into an endless purgatory, surrounded by mountains and rivers constructed of swords.

The majestic peak is a sword.

The flowing river is also a sword.

The flat wasteland and the rising hills were all swords.

They were in a daze, and every time they tried to escape and find a way out, countless swords and blades would jump out to block and attack them.

Or perhaps a blurry white figure wielding a sword, silently raising their weapon to strike.

Or perhaps a longsword flies out from unexpected corners such as riverbeds, cliffs, and caves, blocking retreat routes, defining locations, and forcing Servants to stop and continue fighting.

Fight, fight, fight... an endless battle.

No running away, no stopping.

We can only survive by fighting; without fighting, we cannot survive.

The Servants, recalling the instructions from above that "this time you have enough Command Seals! Don't be stingy with your Noble Phantasms during the battle!", felt a deep sense of irony and despair.

They initially thought it would be an easy blitzkrieg, but it gradually turned into an absurdly difficult battle for survival.

The battles were so frequent, with almost no time to rest, that even with abundant magical energy to ensure the continuous release of Noble Phantasms, the resulting spiritual burden was irreparable and became a pure torment to the mind and will in this world of swords.

Is this a dream world?
It doesn't seem like it; the countless swords and magical artifacts displayed in this sword world are real and authentic.

Is this a Realistic Boundary?
I feel the answer is correct, but I also have a vague feeling that it is very outrageous. How can it have been running for so long and "swallowed up" the real world?
"Oh no, that sword... he's here!"

One of the Archers withdrew his clairvoyant gaze, cried out in horror, and quickly retreated behind the group. He didn't even dare to utter the Sword Emperor's name!

However, without needing any further reminders from his title, the Servants present immediately realized who the newcomer was.

goodong...

Even though Servants theoretically lack the metabolic functions of the living, they still couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat under these circumstances. Their hearts, no longer made of flesh and blood, were pounding wildly under the influence of their tense emotions.

Tread, step, step.

The crimson sword emperor and the demon king who had repelled tens of thousands of followers gradually approached from afar.

His aura was pure and unrestrained, and a surging magical power emanated from his entire body. His thick cloak moved without wind, and the jingling chains swayed sharply in the air around him.

The red-haired sword emperor's steps were not swift, but each step covered a considerable distance.

Huff! Huff! The Archers were the first to form a battle group, their eyes, sharp as they watched Emiya's steps closely. Their breathing became more and more rapid as Emiya drew closer.

They gradually realized that Emiya was condensing orange-red flames, similar to magical energy, under his feet. With each step, the tiny flames that erupted acted like propellers, propelling him a great distance.

The nature of that flame was originally meant to be the "flame" used to forge "precious swords," but Emiya cleverly used it for movement.

Combined with his evolved ability to foresee the future, he can scan the terrain ahead in advance and predict the most efficient and least slow landing point for his next step. The fact that the entire process requires no calculation and only instinctive judgment makes each step extremely calm and swift.

From the perspective of these third-rate Servants, Emiya seemed to be constantly teleporting and blinking, as if he were observing an image with such a low frame rate that the action was disjointed.

What could be barely seen were clusters upon clusters of sparks blooming on the ground, moving closer and closer.

Horrifying, absurd.

It's as if death, like cremation, is approaching step by step.

As if unable to bear the increasingly oppressive and heavy atmosphere any longer, a servant suddenly slapped his forehead and uttered a statement that could be described as astonishingly wise:

"I'm telling you, even if you encounter that Sword Emperor, don't be afraid. Face him with a smile! The best way to eliminate fear is to face it!"

"We can't run away anyway, so let's all charge in and wear him down! Individual strength has its limits, but as long as we unite, we are a vast ocean! As long as we don't give up and persevere, victory is ours!"

Go for it! You can do it!!
As Emiya approached, he overheard a troll orator speaking from the opposite direction, and he almost instinctively wanted to add a slogan to this incredibly wise fellow.

“Oooooohh ...

"To defend the glory of the Third Eagle Flag!"

"Rome!!"

These Servants are clearly all passionate battle maniacs, and they were already completely overwhelmed by the bizarre mechanics of the Infinite Sword World.

After hearing those few words, they immediately felt that they made sense, and their morale was boosted. Since the matter had been discussed to this extent, they were naturally very brave to go for it!

Emiya nodded in satisfaction. He also thought the explanation was quite good; though the words were rough, the reasoning was sound.

I'm not afraid of your continued resistance; I'm afraid you'll just surrender and give up the fight. Otherwise, he won't be able to collect more martial arts data.

Therefore, we should thank this amazing wisdom.

Thank you to Brother Troll Warrior for his generous pre-battle speech.

Then—out of respect, I'll see you off!
cut! cut! cut!
Along with Emiya's downward slash, an aura of explosive power, both divine and demonic, was unleashed.

The vast dragon flames of the Dragon-Slaying Platform in his hand, carrying a massive and unparalleled torrent of sword intent, once unleashed, siphoned up countless swords and blades from the vast sword realm.

The sword peaks trembled, the sword river roared, and countless swords and blades converged in a shower of light. Under Emiya's control, those Noble Phantasms that shimmered with intense light shattered one after another, forming a tangible energy of light and heat that merged into the dragon-shaped flames of the Dragon Slayer Platform.

This is a new combat tactic created by combining the techniques of sword testing.

It comes from a combination of mastery of the Mind's Eye and repeated battle experiments. Emiya integrates countless Noble Phantasms into the same or several sword wave attacks at the cost of shattering them, thereby continuously amplifying the output power of a single attack.

As for the upper limit of stacking, it generally depends on Emiya's control over the Noble Phantasm and the preparation time.

Therefore, this battle wasn't entirely without merit; Emiya continued to leverage his superior combat skills to develop numerous new fighting techniques. Having more combat experience is always beneficial; with enough practice, even a pig can eventually unleash its full potential.

Indeed, this is the real "endless martial arts training" (it's so true)!

A long, dragon-shaped sword wave roared in. Carrying a terrifying light, its magnificent aura expanded rapidly, as if the entire sword peak were collapsing down.

The Servants on the other side had just formed their battle formation and were preparing to unleash their Noble Phantasms when they saw this scene. They were terrified. "Holy crap! We agreed to fight one against many, but the other side is cheating!"
Just how many swords did you "Pinduoduo Longjianbo" actually "compete" with? Is this even reasonable?!
But at this moment, they were already on the verge of attacking and had no choice but to act. If they didn't fight now, they would never have another chance. So they chanted the Noble Phantasm release incantation in unison, and after countless Command Seals, they once again unleashed a surging mass of magical power.

In the next instant, thousands upon thousands of beams of magical light shot into the air, intercepting the unparalleled dragon that resembled a sword peak.

boom--!
The extreme collision and explosion alone was enough to blind and deafen people with its sound and light, not to mention the aftershocks that swept in all directions, sending surging forces and countless fragments flying.

The place that once housed tens of thousands of Servants is now just a dark, massive crater from the meteorite.

Several survivors, including Assassin who seemed to be far away and fast, were thrown to the ground and appeared to be seriously injured.

"You, you, you, don't come any closer!"

A person saw Emiya approaching and couldn't help but scream in terror. The distorted and exaggerated expression, combined with the trembling and retreating movements, resembled Bu Jingyun or Diavolo.

"Hey, who was it that just said that I'm all alone while you have a lot of people and a huge advantage?"

Emiya hoisted the Dragon Slayer onto his shoulder. "Now you see," he said, "although I'm all alone, I have countless swords around me!"

"And what about you? How many guns do you deserve? Hmm?"

He pondered that there seemed to be some ambiguity in what he had just said, but the next second he turned his head without warning.

Ding.

He held an arrow between two fingers. "Hey, you look familiar...you're that Zhou Hei Ya (a famous Chinese braised duck brand)?"

"?"

A Zhou's dark face showed confusion as he looked at his comrades beside him.

Is this referring to him?

"?"

Those around him also slowly typed a question mark. In the dim light, they couldn't discern any change in Arjuna's expression on his dark face.

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Northern tip of Cyprus.

"So, Lord Caesar, this is really troublesome! We've been lured to Cyprus and are forced to fight that Sword Emperor. The guy hiding in the shadows really isn't leaving us any way out!"

Hector scratched his head, suddenly feeling an intense itch. He realized that what lay ahead might be a difficult battle that could cost him his head.

Because just by looking at the distant sky, one can witness firsthand the fantastical and terrifying sight of dense lightning bolts falling from dark clouds, illuminating the continuous mountain range that resembles a giant sword piercing the sky.

Oh my god, that's terrifying.

These sword-shaped peaks are clearly not part of the pristine landscape of Cyprus; otherwise, the island could have been easily developed into a tourist destination and revenue streams from entrance fees after being occupied. Therefore, the changes in terrain are obviously odd.

Forced to act, after the meeting was over, Hector hurriedly reported the situation to Julius Caesar in the capital. "Well, here's the situation... Oh, Lord Caesar, I know you're in a hurry, but please don't rush."

"I also wanted to try sending a fleet to retreat, hoping to minimize the losses in time, so I ordered a communications ship to head north and set off again for Kalia. And guess what happened?"

"It's sunk! It was sunk without leaving a trace by those guys who don't know where they're hiding. So, Lord Caesar, you should prepare for... if not total annihilation, then at least heavy losses!"

"Don't keep any backup plans you have, including that Eagle Banner modification plan. Just bring it out already. I heard that Trajan has recruited a new batch of powerful Servants who appeared out of nowhere. The other side is winning again."

"Oh, by the way, I heard that most of the newly appeared Servants are women. Lord Caesar, please don't be so stubborn as to pursue beautiful women again. It'll definitely backfire, and we really can't afford that!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more!"

Hector hung up the communication in utter frustration. This Roman emperor was really impatient; he got angry at him for saying just a few words that touched a nerve.

At least wish me good luck in my martial arts career!
Hector made a few self-deprecating remarks before regaining his serious expression:
"Servants summoned, step forward! Prepare to join forces with Trajan's side against an unprecedented enemy! Saber Rama, Fergus Mark Roy, Lancer Li Shuwen, Karna..."

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"Hector's 'reinforcements' have finally arrived... Good."

When Odysseus said this, he was filled with mixed emotions. Just a few hours ago, this "reinforcement" should have been considered an "enemy," but now he had been forced by one person to completely reverse the situation.

His weathered face stared at Emiya, who was ravaging the front-line troops amidst the sword mountains and rivers. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly before confirming that the scene he had seen with his clairvoyance was not an illusion.

Those Berserkers, Sabers, and Lancers in the front row, who were blessed with magical protection by Caster, were all elite members of his headquarters. Under the protection of the eagle banner and the Holy Grail drop, they could be considered second-rate Servants on average. However, under Emiya's sword, they were no different from ordinary people, or even as worthless as grass.

Whether it's 100,000 or 1 million, the other side will knock them all away.

As the signs of the vanguard's rout became increasingly apparent, Odysseus anticipated that Hector's legions were nearing their arrival and immediately gave the order:
"Assassin, release the smoke screen! Archer, release the barrage to buy time! Whether it's longbows, crossbows, or muskets, fire with full force as soon as they're loaded! We must stop the enemy's advance towards our base!"

After speaking, Odysseus looked at Finn, Minamoto no Tameaki, Arjuna, and others. Minamoto no Tameaki and Arjuna were still shooting arrows to restrain Emiya.

"I will contact Hector. Once you receive my signal, unleash your Noble Phantasms with all your might! I will have the main force's Eagle Legion simultaneously unleash 'Decisive Tactics' to support you. Note that you should use the maximum number of Command Spells loaded to cover the designated area!"

Finn felt a chill run down his spine. He used both "Decisive Tactics" and "Command Spell Reload," which was equivalent to the second highest output level for the entire army, only after "Burning Spirit Origin."

But the battle plan is already clear.

Since the opponent relies on the geographical advantage of combining the inherent barrier with the environment, and also possesses exaggerated speed and strength, the only option is to lure this Sword Emperor into a fixed area and then bombard him with the strongest AOE output.

Given that the Sword Emperor dodged so frequently, his defensive capabilities must not be particularly high.

He immediately understood, "Okay, I will work with the Caster team to try to use magic to heal the over-released spirit origin load."

Then, Odysseus stepped aside and began to urgently discuss the details with his old acquaintance Hector.

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"Ok?"

After glancing at the smoke screen in the distance, Wei Gong suddenly stepped back, dodging Li Shuwen's Six Harmonies Spear. He continued moving, dodging left and right.

Because Li Shuwen's spear shaft was like a free-flowing dragon, relentlessly pursuing his attacks, there was no gap between his moves.

Even Li Shuwen's movements and footwork were quite mysterious, as if he had completely merged with the surrounding environment, causing his own existence to dissolve into it in the blink of an eye.

He's got some skills; no wonder he's a grandmaster of martial arts.

If it weren't for my ability to foresee the future, without using any cheat codes—specifically, the power of the Godslayer—I would have been at a real disadvantage in close combat with Li Shuwen.

But I'm sorry, I don't practice traditional sword techniques, I practice immortal cultivation sword techniques.

"I have a sword technique; please take a look."

With a thought, Emiya sheathed his sword. Immediately, the swords and blades in the sword mountains and sword rivers all around him rang wildly, like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix and ten thousand swords returning to their origin. They swept past Emiya and rushed towards him like a surging tide.

"what?"

Li Shuwen was taken aback and quickly retreated. "You call this swordsmanship? Kid, you can't handle this!"

"Haha, experience the true rainbow! Heaven and earth, sky and earth, great rotation! Rainbow Sword!"

Another Servant who looked very brave, Fergus, rushed forward and swung his spiral sword, unleashing a sword light that stretched like a rainbow, shaking the earth and mountains!
The Irish hero Fergus, who looks remarkably like Brock from Pokémon, laughed heartily, but also retreated after unleashing his Noble Phantasm.

"You think you can just run away after offending the Sword Emperor?"

Emiya snapped his fingers, and under the effect of the "Sword Testing Technique," the torrent of swords that stretched across the sky suddenly emitted bursts of white light and exploded!
But before we could mourn the passing of Fergus and Li Shuwen, Diarmuid and Rama appeared on the scene in the next second!
One is a man with some skills in "Fate/Zero", and the other is... well, a prince in Hindu mythology who is said to be the reincarnation of Vishnu, a man who is cursed to be forever on the road to find his wife Sita.

Diarmuid, a skilled but cool character, doesn't say a word; as a secondary DPS, he just keeps firing his gun.

Rama is clearly the main damage dealer, shouting, "Piercing through the immortality of the Rakshasa! With this strike, I dedicate it to my wife Sita! Take this—!"

Look, he's engraved his wife into his DNA; he even shows her off during his Noble Phantasm incantation.

"Little tricks!"

Emiya thought to himself, "Your teamwork is all so flashy and haphazard." He raised the Dragon Slayer Platform high, and the unparalleled sword wave merged with a large number of Noble Phantasms, instantly expanding into a ferocious, roaring dragon!
There are no martial arts skills, only numerical values!
Boom!

The entire continuous sword-shaped peaks were blasted open to create a huge valley.

Just as Emiya was about to continue forward, his Mind's Eye activated.

He foresaw a new future—

[A massive beam of light simultaneously shot down from the northern and southern horizons, the aura of a Noble Phantasm reaching the level of god-slaying, combined with the combined strength of Odysseus and Hector's main forces.]

[With their combined attack, Emiya and the valley where he was located were completely bombarded, turning the endless sword mountains and rivers of the Sword Realm into dust and burning them to ashes!]

Emiya raised an eyebrow. "Oh, since you've made such a big fuss, I guess I can just do a little bit?"

I don't fly Gundams. Even a small amount doesn't count as flying.

The purplish-black divine armor crackled with divine lightning, lightly coiling around its body. The weapon in its hand subtly changed and expanded, exuding a strong divine aura.

Then, he soared into the air, facing the enormous rising sun piercing through the dark clouds.

(End of this chapter)