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

Chapter 409 Eat My Asteroid Sword!
“And there was war in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought against it, but they were not victorious, and there was no place for them in heaven. … It was hurled to the earth, and its angels were hurled down with it.”

—Revelation 12:7-9
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"Hmph! Arrogant humans, witness your doom!"

"Foolish God Ancestor, releasing me prematurely is the biggest mistake you have made since your descent into this world! But I suppose you are already nearing your limit. Even if you fight desperately, you can't continue to suppress me for long, right? Heh! It's not a bad thing to recognize reality so early."

After releasing the filth used to crush the world, Draco's eyes were filled with mocking laughter.

Nothing could be more devastating than this, a calamity that devours cities and comes from the sea. Draco is the scourge that incites the prosperity of cities and the depravity of humanity, then destroys the civilization filled with desires and revels in it all.

By destroying human civilization, destroying the cities built by those who stole her power, and killing the Servants who strengthened themselves by stealing her power, she can also achieve growth that should have been suppressed.

"God Ancestor, this is the Rome you have guarded alone for over a year! Look, the stolen prosperity is not true prosperity, but a hopeless end that I have personally bestowed upon you!"

Draco didn't notice what little tricks Emiya had instructed Amor to do; instead, she arrogantly uttered a bunch of harsh words.

Perhaps driven by the exhilarating feeling of unleashing her power after escaping, she began to immerse herself further in the joy of the city's destruction and the gradual return of her power.

Power! The power is still rising!
Power!
The boundless and powerful tsunami surged along the coastline, which stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers, toward the coastal cities of the Mediterranean countries. It was as if a giant sea monster of unprecedented size was playing with the ocean and stirring it up. It rapidly rolled up huge waves thousands of meters high and surged ashore, attacking the coastal cities like a hungry beast pouncing on its prey.

Those advanced facilities, sophisticated equipment, and luxurious cityscapes that shine like beacons of civilization are all creations of the powers that humanity has stolen from her over the past year!

However, now they have received their just deserts! Starting with the coastal cities, they were destroyed in large swaths by the tsunami, and then Draco reclaimed the power contained within them.

This process filled her with high spirits, as if she were sitting at a table laden with splendid and elegant delicacies, indulging in a feast to satisfy her long-suppressed hunger.

During this process, Draco sensed that her size was about to completely surpass her juvenile form, and her spirit origin was continuously expanding, perhaps already in a "sub-adult" state, just below adulthood. The "Nega" ability, which she had previously been quite confused about, was gradually becoming clear to her…

In an instant, a look of wild joy flashed across her eyes.

"Nega Messiah" (Antichrist)! It can nullify all the blessings given by faith!
Hmph, may the annoying pope and angels, and all those irritating and noisy faiths, all disappear completely!
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"The hostile reaction continues to escalate! The magical power of the target, codenamed 'Beast Draco,' has been expanding exponentially since the tsunami destroyed the city!"

While everyone in Shadow Border was still busy engaging the enemy, Chaldea headquarters, which was providing rear observation and support, sent in the latest intelligence: "The surprise attack launched by Emiya and that Pope Joan did not weaken the enemy's reaction!"

"I know, I know. You haven't forgotten Shirou and the others' battle plan, have you? The real battle is just beginning. That attack just now was just a test to see what was going on."

Nuwa is currently on the deck, and can hardly be described as leisurely.

While communicating with headquarters, he used hand seals to unleash raging flames or icy torrents of immortal techniques, sweeping away and annihilating countless hordes of demonic beasts that were attempting to attack densely populated areas of surrounding cities.

Meanwhile, Constantine in the cockpit was extremely busy. He needed to have a comprehensive view of the situation, act as a firefighter, and pilot the Shadow Border as a mobile source of firepower on the battlefield, specifically to provide support to critical defensive positions.

As for the radiant firepower unleashed by the Fantasy Collapse Cannon, it was in no way inferior to the decisive battle artifacts fired collectively by the elite Roman legions.

Each shot exploded into a brilliant, orange-red, scorching fireball on the earth. With its power to shatter mountains, it tore open large gaps in the jagged waves of monsters, turning the already shaking earth into a charred, scorching hot spot in the blink of an eye.

It's only because the Chaldea superhumans and Servants have exceptionally resilient constitutions that they could withstand such intense and high-energy magical reactions on the battlefield. Otherwise, any ordinary person or even a hybrid would have a profound understanding of what it means for gods to fight, because they could be instantly killed by the aftershocks of one or more unknown AOE attacks at any time.

woohoo-

The stench of blood carried on the wind.

Nuwa waved her sleeve with slight disgust, dispelling the wisps of scarlet, foul dust rich in negative energy.

What is this stuff?
Following the direction, she discovered the distance—the skies above the battlefield where Emiya was located.

In no time, a strange change occurred at that place. Dense crimson lightning and thick clouds swirled and danced in the sky above the site of Rome, roaring and baring their fangs like dragons and beasts.

A thick, red fog, its blood-like hue, stained the world, spreading outwards from Rome at an alarming speed, covering the Italian peninsula in the blink of an eye, as if echoing a massive tsunami that threatened to engulf the continent!
Nuwa looked intently and saw a dark, almost reddish muddy tide spreading across the earth. Not long after, the mud tide from the location of Rome transformed into a towering torrent, breaking free from the constraints of gravity and rising high into the sky!
"What is that? A beast's ultimate move?"

Her face tightened. "Constantine, can you feel it?"

"That thing is very ominous! It's almost a filthy curse that can pollute the entire world; it's like sins from hell materializing and crawling onto earth!"

Ever since experiencing firsthand the difficulty of dealing with the last singularity, Emperor Charlemagne, Constantine had also done some cursory reading of human holy texts. Although he wasn't as familiar with them as Leonardo da Vinci and others, this situation inexplicably reminded him of a passage in the Book of Revelation:
'This beast you see has appeared before, but not now; it will rise from the bottomless pit and then perish. All who dwell on the earth, whose names have not been written in the Book of Life since the creation of the world, are astonished to see this beast, which has appeared before, does not appear now, but will appear again.'

The chaotic mud tide on the ground seemed to surge out of nowhere from a bottomless pit, engulfing the world with the appearance of the Beast.

Constantine decided to change direction and move closer to the battlefield on Emiya's side to see if any support was needed. Suddenly, his eyes widened. "Miss Nuwa, an urgent message has come from the battlefield on Emiya's side. Time is of the essence, and they are preparing to start the final phase of the operation. They need all of us for temporary support!"

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Rumble!
Deep purple and crimson thunder roared and echoed high in the sky.

A purple giant, burning with intense divine light, wielded a golden sword and cleaved through the surging, gravity-defying crimson-black tide that rushed upwards. Opposite him, a woman with beast horns on her head and crimson skin manipulated countless muddy waves with effortless skill, traversing between the sky and the thunder.

The roaring storm expanded, continuously oscillating and cutting it into vortexes of smoke and dust of varying sizes in the sky by the aftershocks of the raging red tide and the golden light of the divine sword. At the same time, it flattened or cleaved the clouds thousands of kilometers away into countless chaotic and flowing fine lines of cloud.

Even most of the Servants below could only watch helplessly on the battlefield at the level of gods. There was a huge gap between the power of second- and third-rate guys and that of high-level gods. The gap between the two was even greater than the gap between ordinary Servants and mortals.

It can be said that there are no humans left.

From the moment this war broke out, the Servants who were still on the battlefields in various places had to obey the emperor's orders to leave the increasingly fragmented Italian peninsula battlefield.

Those that couldn't be moved in time would collapse and crumble along with the mass-produced magical beasts, the empty and broken city walls, and the military fortresses.

"O crimson tide of blood, adorn the final act!"

"All eight meridians are severed! The divine sword flashes!"

Once again, forces of immense scale clashed. In the instant of their collision, a crimson storm of lightning and scattered sword waves swept across the entire area. The space above and below seemed unable to withstand the onslaught and began to shift. The terrifying aura of hell splashed into the clouds, polluting the sky with a deep crimson hue. The boundless sword intent of the Ama-no-Murakumo clang crashed into the earth, splitting the crimson tide and slicing through the abyss, causing the ferocious magma to surge and erupt like a mighty river.

Not long ago, Emiya finally used the fully unleashed power of the Godslayer to barely contend with the Beast, which was not yet in its complete form, and curbed Draco's arrogance.

For this reason, he used all his divine weapons, including Susanoo and the Kusanagi sword.

That's not even enough. In order to barely reach the output level of a high god, Emiya not only had to imbue his weapon with destructive power to hinder attacks, but he also had to use his remaining Christian faith to forge the weapon and enhance its attack power.

As for why not use the Red Cross Sword? Because the Red Cross Sword was almost destroyed not long ago.

This is only natural, as Draco's "Nega" ability, "Nega Messiah," is a true nemesis of belief systems.

Emiya's red cross sword was forcibly pieced together with the blessing of his Christian faith; it would be strange if it didn't shatter when it was suddenly attacked. His own divine sword, however, had enough reserves and was not afraid of damage.

Luckily, I had taken precautions.

If it weren't for Amor, the god of love, returning in time to provide divine protection and barely replenish the faith that had been extinguished by the NEGA skill.

He also brought along Nero as a backup plan, otherwise Emiya's 'Michael Incarnation Plan,' which was crucial to deciding the outcome, would have been ruined.

"Oh dear, is His Majesty the Sword Emperor still holding on?"

Amor's face was pale from the depletion of her divine power. She blew away the red mist that filled the air and picked up little Nero. "Be careful and remember, that beast has the ability to nullify the faith power contained in anything that touches her. Your red sword almost couldn't be saved."

"I've learned my lesson the hard way, so of course I'll remember it."

Emiya took Nero's hand and noticed that her palms were covered in cold sweat, indicating that she was terrified by the sight of the heavens. "Don't be nervous, my sworn sister. The burden of saving the world now rests on your shoulders."

"Ah, ah?"

Nero was stunned for a second. Her?

Let her deal with that terrible beast of calamity?

“That’s right, you can do it, sister, because she is one with you. You can also manipulate the power she possesses, although there are differences in the degree of authority and priority.”

Based on the previous situation involving Charlemagne and Karl the Great, Emiya could basically understand the predicament of Nero Jr. and Draco the Elder.

“If you try to ‘steal’ her abilities, she might take them back and become wary. ... So, you only have one chance, which is to cooperate with me and defeat her.”

"Only once..."

Nero's innocent face tensed as she gazed at the unfamiliar ocean waves, the cities utterly submerged and destroyed, the ruined civilizations and beautiful art gone forever... Suddenly, a firm belief welled up within her.

For the sake of the supreme and beautiful path of art, it is our duty to protect the world!
"Okay! How do we do it?"

"Watch my movements and act accordingly. There will be a big commotion later, and it will be hard for you not to notice."

Emiya patted Nero's head approvingly, then turned to Amor, "I've contacted my Chaldea teammates for support, as the tremors might be particularly severe. They'll be responsible for preventing any additional impact."

"Amor, can you, while protecting Pope Joan and her temple, delay the departure of the Divine Ancestor for just a moment longer?"

"...Hoo hoo hoo, interesting! Are you going to treat me, the noble god of love, like a beast of burden without any consultation?

Amor hummed to himself as he turned and left. "Remember to pay double when you return to Jia."

"...Tch, I haven't settled the score with you yet for turning the concert into a chaotic 'selection ceremony' without my permission."

Little Nero was surprised to hear Emiya muttering behind his back. He never expected that the kind and benevolent Emperor was actually a bit cunning and vengeful.

Draco over there seemed to have finally lost patience—no, perhaps she sensed that she might become a true adult in the next moment, and lost all intention of continuing the entanglement, beginning to unleash her full offensive power—

"Behold the difference in skill level! What is the Seven Crowns of the Beast?! Hehehe, calamity comes from the sea—a crimson tide of blood, let us celebrate the end!"

She activated her true Noble Phantasm as a beast: "Now at the bottom of the ancient prison!"

The red tide surged and rose into the air hundreds or thousands of times larger!
Meanwhile, on Emiya's side, Amor was also frantically using his divine power to protect a group of people, including Romulus, the ancestor of the demon-eating gods.

"Hahahaha—so be it, Amor, you are also Rome, and your holy love (Agape) is the infinite love that resurrects Rome (me)."

The God Ancestor spoke boldly, and Amor, panting, thought to herself, "Isn't this obvious? Her divine position is clear!"
"I am aware of your plans. Let my path pave the way for Chaldea!"

"My arms can touch everything, tear everything apart, and open up everything. They will eventually reach the other side of the universe! — 'Our arms open up everything, to the heavens!'"

The crimson sky was torn apart by endless blood mist and dark clouds, reaching straight into the universe. After the God Ancestor completely burned his spiritual foundation, a radiant path, like an ultimate spear, ignored space and connected directly to the asteroid belt behind Earth!

At the same time, Ruoan's temple burst forth with brilliant, ultimate light!
"As long as I remain on this throne, my words are beyond question. I am Pope John, and I bear witness to this with the Holy Word. Prayer dedicated to the glorious throne!"

The Pope's prayer resonated for miles around: "Therefore, we beseech our God, the Vice-King of the Kingdom of Heaven standing beside the Supreme Throne, the one who is like a god, to descend to earth again! To slay the evil red dragon for us!"

The ultimate radiance descended upon Emiya and into the slightly cracked cross-shaped sword in his hand, while also merging into the "cosmic pathway" opened up by the God Ancestor!

"Drink ah ah ah -"

For the first time, Emiya felt the power overflowing to the maximum extent of his body. His mental consciousness expanded to the heavens like never before, contemplating the outer space at close range.

Therefore, I contemplated the asteroid belt in the universe.

He reached out and grasped, as if not with the broken cross sword in his hand, but with an asteroid in the sky as a "sword to slay the enemy"!
(End of this chapter)