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

Chapter 410 Hehe, I must survive!

This overwhelming sense of power surpasses everything and reaches the absolute limit! It transcends any imagination in the mind...!
Emiya was almost completely tense, holding his breath as he tried to concentrate all his strength to feel and grasp the dual blessing brought by the immense faith and the divine artifact.

[King of God's messengers, excellent messenger, mighty six-winged angel! You are one of the seven angels before God's throne, a courageous and fearless challenger, your holy voice echoing in the vaults of Heaven: just as God!]

The almost endless chanting of the Bible enveloped him from every angle, but Emiya did not feel any noise or disturbance. Instead, he felt the harmonious unity of the rhythm and the peace and tranquility in his heart.

Ultimately, the myriad melodies harmonized into a unified whole, and the surging, abyss-like light formed a vast ocean.

[Revelation 20:1: Michael descended from heaven with the key to the bottomless pit and a great chain; he bound the dragon Satan for a thousand years!]

Just as Charlemagne had done before, what Emiya heard last was the soothing yet powerful Bible reading of Pope Joan, the core of the Singularity's faith and the temple rituals.

Unlike the previous singularity, where Emperor Charlemagne attempted to consolidate his power for personal ascension, Pope Joan chose to follow the doctrines of the Cross, sacrificing himself and dedicating all his power to make Emiya the "incarnation of Michael".

At the same time, that power manifested outwards as a magnificent seven-layered heavenly mountain, with layers upon layers of golden clouds and beautiful radiant feathers piercing through the rampant crimson tides, playing a sacred hymn, and leading a majestic and awe-inspiring being to descend upon the mortal world.

Those were crimson hair and a holy halo behind her head, which blended perfectly with her beautiful, crystal-carved pairs of shimmering wings, her loose, pure white robe, and so on.

Emiya (Michael) form.

Wow...what a sacred face.

Little Nero beside him was completely stunned. Strands of vibrant red hair flowed gracefully, her porcelain skin and the soft glow emanating from her seemed to have a supernatural filter effect, and her broad, tall body supported a radiant halo and translucent crystal wings…

Can men really be this beautiful?

She never considered herself a believer in any god or religion before. In fact, she had never really respected the gods of the Roman Pantheon, let alone Christianity.

As for this sect, she had not necessarily been particularly hostile to these believers before—at least before the Christian persecution in later generations. Her actions against them during her reign were merely necessary measures to consolidate her rule and maintain stability. In fact, she had received some protection from these Eastern Roman Catholics. Therefore, unlike Draco, who was full of hatred and malice, her feelings were much more complicated.

Having lost everything, died, and been reborn, her thoughts underwent numerous changes. Nero became even more engrossed in the art of singing than during her reign, and she also developed a greater appreciation for beauty; Emiya's otherworldly beauty after his magnificent transformation truly captivated her…

No! She's not some shameless, bored person obsessed with looks; she's an artist who has grasped the supreme essence of art from it! Got it, from now on I'll worship the goddess Venus!

Emiya was unaware of Nero's inner thoughts. He gripped the red cross sword in his hand again—all the cracks on the blade had disappeared, as if it had been reborn. He could even sense the almost uncontrollable joy and fighting spirit emanating from the red cross sword, thanks to his sensitive perception of the sword.

'It's quite an energetic fellow. In that case, before unleashing its killing move, let it show off a bit while I visualize the outer space!'

Emiya then kept his eyes closed, barely managing to multitask by relying on his powerful mental acuity.

As he visualized the sword from the asteroid in outer space, the size of the sword light in his hand also increased with the wind. The original crimson cross sword was instantly dyed with a dazzling color that was almost orange-red, becoming like a blazing torch—no, a pillar of fire shooting into the sky!
Michael the like-god, who is at the right hand of God, is the master of fire.

boom----

Emiya's movements were so fast that they were almost impossible to see.

He merely swung the cross-shaped sword that burned with divine fire.

Even Draco, whose own energy level was infinitely close to that of a god, only felt a flash of light before his eyes, and then witnessed a brilliant sea of ​​fire erupting along the sword mark that was hundreds of kilometers long, expanding to cover an area ten or a hundred times larger with holy flames!

The Red Sea surged endlessly, evaporating!

The blood-red sky was torn apart, and the bright orange-red light mercilessly erupted with intense, terrifying heat and purifying radiance, causing the dark, malicious curses within the crimson tide to shatter and scatter like ghosts that had seen the light, wailing and screaming!
"Aaaaaah—the despicable ancestral god, and the hateful Christians!!"

Draco seemed to sense the presence of a terrifying natural enemy; the very foundation of her being, the Beast of Calamity, began to tremble! No, this fear did not originate from within her, but from the very essence of the myth itself.

"Hmph, so what if an avatar descends? If it's not the real person who comes, it's ultimately just a temporary simulation maintained by faith!"

Draco's tone was filled with resentment, her eyes flashing with apprehension as she observed the orange-red celestial fire that was raging across the sky. She stretched out her palms, and the golden goblet above her head began to seep more mud. It seemed that her attention had been completely diverted by Emiya's sweeping sword strike, and she was no longer paying attention to the real threat that was about to be unleashed in the universe beyond the high heavens above.

"As long as my Antichrist power exists..."

"Then there's nothing to be afraid of!"

After saying that, Draco continued to use his Beast powers, just like before, to thwart the opponent's offensive.

It's alright, she's already very skilled at it. It was because of this move before that Emiya's attacks were almost ineffective against her. In fact, she even forced Emiya to maintain a difficult stalemate by relying on her larger energy reserves.

The flames vanished with a whoosh as they approached.

"Hey……!"

Draco felt a slight surge of joy.

It seems there's nothing to worry about. As long as there's no real Michael, and it's merely a pseudo-avatar pieced together by various forces, the danger is much less. The story of Satan and the Great Red Dragon being defeated won't unfold like a myth.

The next second, she focused her attention on Emiya, whose entire body had changed shape. The pure radiance of his aura filled her with admiration, but also with even greater disgust and hatred.

That astonishing transformation in appearance and demeanor was no mere show. Draco realized that the other person's appearance hadn't actually changed much, but the extremely high divinity that accompanied him as an angel had caused a surprising change in his demeanor.

The more this is the case, the higher the compatibility between the other party, as a vessel for the divine, and Michael.

Draco shook her head inwardly. She couldn't figure out who this Sword Emperor was. How could a living person have such a high degree of divine adaptability? Did he even possess at least one kind of unfamiliar divine power from the East?

If that were all, it would be fine, but what exactly did those people in the Eastern Roman Empire and the female pope do to make him fit so perfectly with Michael, this godlike archangel who was her natural enemy?

"It doesn't matter anymore. Accept the power of the raging beasts, and then die!"

Draco, carrying the crimson tide, soared into the sky. At the same time, he raised his palms, and seven massive magical beasts, as thick as pillars of heaven, revealed their enormous true forms. As if receiving their master's command, they bared their teeth and roared angrily towards the sky.

"Seven Crowns of the Beast, devour everything in the world!"

The seven demonic beasts that revealed their true forms let out a collective roar, and then all the demonic beasts began to merge together without distinction. They wrapped their sharp scales and thorns around their skin layer by layer, and merged their huge flesh into a stronger and more exaggerated dragon body. Their heads extended outwards from their necks like multi-headed monsters in mythology...

No, they are the terrifying monsters from biblical mythology, the seven-headed, ten-horned red dragons! Perhaps because Draco was nearing adulthood, the evolution of the enormous dragon body was extremely rapid. Just as the monsters stretched from the ground to mid-air and left the ground, they transformed and merged in a few breaths.

The Great Red Dragon—a seamless, unified demonic beast, like Draco's loyal beast, like a reflection of herself, also exudes the Antichrist abilities of a Beast.

The dragon-shaped monster, He, easily dispelled the sea of ​​flames that Michael had casually cleaved open. Next, it carried Draco on its head, driving the gale and the red tide towards Emiya.

"Ah! They're here!"

Little Nero nervously, or perhaps excitedly, gave a sharp reminder. She kept sneaking glances at Emiya's appearance... no, I mean, she was concerned that Emiya remained calm and collected, his eyes tightly closed, seemingly lost in thought. She couldn't help but feel anxious for him.

It's truly a case of the emperor not being worried, but the sister being anxious.

"Don't panic, there's still a little time left, we have backup plans."

"What--"

Suddenly, the air exploded, and a massive burst of powerful magic pushed aside the flames and tides that blocked their path, unleashing pure, high-quality dragon breath fire that struck Draco and her mount directly.

“Meliuchina, from our side, she is also a dragon of the same race as the Grand on the other side.”

"—!"

As expected, Draco's great red dragon was enraged and turned to chase after Melyuchina, who had transformed into a gigantic dragon.

However, while the magical power of the beast He was undeniable, its speed was far superior to that of Meliu Qi Na. They could only chase each other, and He strayed further and further from his original target, Emiya, heading in other directions.

If Draco hadn't intervened and shared his abilities with the monster Hercules, the bulky red dragon would have been easily outmaneuvered.

If this situation continues, it might still be an advantage for the Red Dragons, right? But Emiya won't give Draco another chance.

In the final moments when the cosmic light path opened up by the Divine Ancestor was almost unsustainable, he finally completed his visualization.

"The essence, the understanding. The concept complete, the convergence. The forging technique, the critical point—oh, this is the heavenly sword of Michael who slew the evil dragon and its messenger, a sword symbolizing the supreme power of the lord of all armies!"

Emiya's crimson cross sword erupted with fury, the soaring crimson even dissolving the sea of ​​flames, forming a pure, chilling, heaven-reaching sword intent!

Gradually, a rumbling sound echoed from overhead.

"?"

Nero, puzzled, was about to look up to see what was going on when he heard Emiya's voice beside him:

"And then... Little Nero, listen up, your 'opportunity' has arrived!"

"What? Ah, I understand!"

While she waited anxiously, she wasn't idle. She easily realized, as Draco activated his ability, that she also had a similar "power sense," allowing her to use the same ability as him, or to issue a command to cancel Draco's activation.

Draco could certainly do the same to her, and in that case, it would be all about taking her by surprise.

"Hey, you bad woman, I'm taking your power away!"

"Ok??"

Draco was still riding the red tide and intense orange flames with the great red dragon. Because of her restraint over faith-based creations, the flames could not harm her at all. But in an instant, her "Antichrist" suddenly disappeared!

What is this ghost?

Besides her, is there anyone else in this world who can so easily take away one's abilities in an instant?
Impossible, not even for a god, because she's about to transform into a mature beast form!
Draco was in a daze for a while before she finally remembered that there was that insignificant little girl next to Emiya, someone she almost despised... that naive version of herself, pitifully weak, yet capable of interfering with her!

How can this be?

She widened her field of vision, her crimson eyes meeting the cold gaze of the small figure beside Emiya. Wasn't that innocent and naive version of herself trembling in this situation?
But that's about all it is.

Draco extended her hand in a gesture of grasping, and then she saw Nero's eyes widen, his face covered in cold sweat—

Haha, see? With just a slight tug, she can force Nero to fight desperately to maintain the status quo.

After all, this was her ability as a Beast, not something a naive girl could easily steal! Just like that hateful god, what you steal will eventually have to be returned!
Draco seemed to have fallen into some kind of emotional turmoil again, perhaps due to the repeated theft of his abilities triggering PTSD on the spot, causing him to slightly lose his composure.

It wasn't until the monster beneath her emitted a look of fear that she snapped out of her daze. Nero's wide-eyed stare wasn't directed at her, but rather... at the higher sky...

What's there...?

A sword! No, it's a large asteroid!
The light of the stars in the universe, with a radius of hundreds of kilometers, was almost infused with all of Archangel Michael's power. It extended into a long starlight, which looked like a terrifyingly large sword from a distance. The drifting air currents that served as a prelude alone blew open the stratosphere of the Mediterranean and even the continent, carrying unparalleled mass as it fell down!

"Do not--"

This attack, this attack is bad—I'll die! I'll die, I'll die, I'll die!

Draco's eyes widened in fury, her inner alarm bells blaring. She frantically gathered her magic, using the great red dragon beneath her as a mere tool to engulf the golden goblet's mud and return it to herself.

The monster howled and begged for mercy, but Draco ignored him and continued to replenish his magic at top speed, trying to accelerate its transformation into an adult Beast capable of destroying the world.

Then, with a single move, a tsunami that could destroy the entire world was unleashed, its energy shooting into the sky!
Hehe, she must live on!
—It's too late.

The moment she completed her transformation and gathered planetary-level magic, an asteroid sword powerful enough to shatter the entire Southern Europe and shake the continental shelf descended upon her.

The explosion engulfed everything.

The white light blew away the beast's powdery remains, sending them drifting tens of thousands of kilometers away and turning them into a vast, invisible cosmic dust.

(End of this chapter)