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

Chapter 411 Please welcome the next one... Jolin Tsai makes her entrance!
The Pantheon in Rome.

Before that sword strike, as vast as the abyss, descended.

Shadow Border had already brought almost everyone except those who went to the battlefield. In addition, there was Amor, who was pale and had a violent aura due to excessive consumption of divine power, and Romulus, the ancestor of gods whose spirit origin had been burned up and was about to dissipate.

When Emiya first cleaved Rome in two with his sword, the Pantheon, along with the gods themselves, was relocated thanks to the prior preparations of the Ancestor God and Amor.

The current temple is located among mountains thousands of kilometers away from the original site of Rome.

A faint, almost fading glow emanated from the stone exterior of the Pantheon in Rome, dispelling the scorching heat or the aura of pollution and curse that permeated the air.

As a true center of spiritual culture and a place where the faiths of all the Roman people from the provinces of the Mediterranean converged, the Pantheon was able to withstand the devastation of the Red Tide disaster and remain steadfast during this period, thanks to its vast reserves of spiritual power and the faint lingering divine fragrance preserved by the ancestral god Amor.

Fortunately, the Beast's attention was diverted, and he paid no attention to this place, making the Pantheon the only relatively intact Italian building on the battlefield. As for the other creations in Rome that had nothing to do with the gods, they were left out of the picture.

"Ugh, this goddess of love is exhausted! Things have progressed to this point, and there's still work to be done. Once this is finished, I'll definitely remember to demand double the reward from Chaldea..."

Amor patted her chest and casually smoothed her messy hair. She looked at the Roman ancestor, whose light was already faintly scattering and about to dissipate:
"Are you still able to move? If you don't mind, we'll need your help to complete one last thing."

"...that is, the final, continental impact protection work."

The founding emperor remained remarkably calm, saying, "It's nothing! A mere fatal wound cannot diminish my love for Rome. God of Love, you should understand this well."

The God Ancestor truly possessed astonishing willpower. Ignoring the imminent collapse of his spiritual foundation, he walked to the throne in the center of the Pantheon as if nothing had happened, making one wonder if he had secretly added a "super battle continuation" skill to himself using his imperial privileges.

"Ah, is this the time to discuss this..." Amor sighed, turning to see Constantine, Nuwa, Mashu, Prierati, and others running into the palace.

"Ah, some of these faces seem familiar... You are—Chaldea's technical personnel? Is this all the manpower you have left to spare? Is your impact protection plan even working?"

Nuwa frowned. She had heard about this goddess of love. Last time, Emiya had directly stated that this unreliable supervisor did not do his job properly, but instead played a part in the chaos of the 'selection ceremony'.

However, judging from the current state of Amor's unstable aura and considerable energy expenditure, it indicates that she was still contributing at crucial moments. Moreover, it's not advisable to dwell on such trivial matters at this time.

Nuwa's slightly cold tone vanished, replaced by a stern reply: "Don't underestimate us. We Chaldea are all elites, one in a million. We are professionals when it comes to saving the world."

The scale of the chaos caused by the assimilation of the heavens after Emperor Charlemagne's sweep across Europe was similar, which allowed Chaldea to thoroughly accumulate experience in dealing with "destruction crises." Contingency plans for such large-scale events are now part of their organization's routine preparations.

Therefore, when Emiya simply reminded them to take precautions, they were able to quickly understand what needed to be done.

"Hmm? That's true, there aren't many people who can do this kind of work."

The group walked up to the throne of the Divine Ancestor. No matter how much protection was taken or how the ceremony was prepared, the core of the event was always the Divine Ancestor himself.

Amor put his hands on his hips and walked to the side to avoid disturbing them. "What should we do? The God Ancestor can continue for a while, but he has no power left in his body."

"The key to this matter lies with Your Excellency... the progenitor of the gods, Romulus Quirinus, or more precisely, 'Romulus who built the nation'."

While Constantine was in charge of the preparations, Nuwa took on the task of explaining and communicating: "It is said that Romulus planted his spear on Palatine Hill, one of the seven hills, as a symbol of the founding of the state. This spear can also refer to the power of the founding state and Rome itself."

When others mentioned his past life experiences to his face, the Divine Ancestor didn't have any particular reaction, but simply reminded him:

“O Chaldeans, although I have descended this time in a form that leans towards the human king, I do not possess the Great Tree Spear that symbolizes the founding of a nation… In fact, I lost it more than a year ago. This is the price I paid for forcibly wielding divine power after using the Roman Pantheon to create a ‘throne’.”

Romulus is a rather special hero, as he exists simultaneously as the king "Romulus" during the human era, and also as the supreme Roman god "Romulus Quirinus" who ascended to heaven after death.

Since "establishing a nation by planting a gun on a mountain peak" was an act from the time of humankind, it is clearly unrelated to the time of becoming a god. Once the divine ancestor used the latter—the power of the gods—then he could not use the former—the power of the human king.

“That’s alright. Chaldea’s summoning techniques are very advanced. They can take emergency summoning measures anytime, anywhere to ‘refresh’ your Spirit Origin status. Mash, go and prepare.”

"Ah."

The God Ancestor and Amor were surprised to see everyone in Chaldea making preparations in such an orderly manner. Despite their conversation, their work didn't slow down at all. Chaldea's professionalism was truly impressive; they weren't exaggerating.

Outside the temple, the surging crimson thunder still resounded, and the vibrations that could shake the mountains echoed in. Occasionally, there were intense burning sounds mixed with a pungent smell, and the high-pitched roars of dragons faintly echoed from between the clouds, sounding like vicious curses from the borderlands.

Within seconds, the summoning circle on Mashu's great shield illuminated everyone's faces. Nuwa intervened for a few moments, then said, "Your concerns are valid. What His Majesty the Divine Ancestor currently lacks is not merely a Noble Phantasm, but power itself."

"Our Chaldea summoning method can perform an 'Ascension Summon' to re-link the Throne of Heroes, allowing the God Ancestor to refresh his Spirit Origin status and regain the Noble Phantasm Spear of Creation, but still retain this 'Throne'—the great creation that Your Excellency has painstakingly crafted over the past year."

Nuwa looked at the simplified version of the 'Quirinus Throne' beside the God Ancestor. It is said that this was a symbol of Quirinus's status as the supreme god in the mythological system, ruling the Mediterranean world.

The "imperial privileges" enjoyed by the Roman emperors during the Holy Grail War were nothing more than inferior imitations of this throne.

This 'throne,' which could be rated as EX-level, was able to be downgraded and degraded and established within the Pantheon because of its unique nature. As the symbol of the supreme god in the Roman system, it represented the collective faith of all of Rome.

In other words, the throne can be seen as a device for converting the power of the belief system, completed by the Divine Ancestor. Just as a king sits on the throne to exercise his rule, the Divine Ancestor can mobilize all the divine faiths and wield divine power from the throne, which is why he can suppress a beast for a long time with an incomplete spiritual foundation.

Mashu raised her head again. "Miss Nuwa, the Rebirth Spell is ready!"

"Alright, execute the summoning spell immediately!"

Nuwa spoke very quickly. She could already hear the rumbling sounds coming from the high heavens outside, which should be the impending impact that Wei Gong had mentioned. "Then—God Ancestor, please erect the 'Spear of Nation-Building' here just as it was when the nation was founded!"

The ancestral god, submerged in the light of summoning, heard this and once again summoned the Spear of Founding, planting the gleaming spear, which resembled a tree, into the ground.

"The plan that Constantine and I are carrying out is to have this gun blessed and temporarily sublimated into a light artifact close to the supreme god under the influence of the throne of unified faith. It is not used for destruction, but for creation and protection. ... I would also appreciate Miss Amor's help."

"Yes yes~"

After all, the divine ancestor's divinity decreased after his spirit origin was refreshed, making it less convenient to manipulate the throne, requiring the assistance of Constantine and others. Essentially, it still allows the divine ancestor to activate his Noble Phantasm, "Our Arms Open All, to the Heavens," in an alternative way. However, this time it's not to assist Emiya in launching an attack, but rather to protect Rome (the world).

"Excellent, excellent! Rome is the world, and the world is essentially Rome!"

The divine ancestor radiated an astonishing light; upon closer inspection, it was the countless dense particles of light erupting from the founding spear in his hand.

Similar to the cosmic pathway that the Divine Ancestor had opened for Emiya, this dense light continued to extend and surge outwards, first filling the entire temple, then expanding outwards at nearly the speed of light, breaking through the mountain peaks, and directly facing the white light generated by the massive explosion of the asteroid overhead.

"Release from my throne, divine power, radiant power, power that will reach beyond the stars! — Our arms will expand all, to the whole world!"

Instead of rushing straight into outer space, the light band split into countless branches like a giant tree, forming a vast and magnificent network of light.

Like a magnificent, radiant canopy protecting the Mediterranean nations, like giant beams of light that silently and instantly reach the entirety of Rome, then grow uncontrollably and expand into the skies above the continent!

All roads lead to Rome!
"Phew, am I finally done with all this work?"

Amor wiped away non-existent sweat, pondering the benefits and perks of Chaldea... Suddenly, he looked up and witnessed the magnificent explosion that was taking place in the sky.

Was that... the noise caused by a battle?

This explosion—this level of explosion—was practically broadcast live over the entire Western Hemisphere, wasn't it?
Looking at the flawless, vast white light, as brilliant as the sun, which seemed to transcend the limits of divine perception, Amor was speechless with astonishment.

If she hadn't just created the protective spell, she would have almost thought that the super asteroid sword would fall from above, crashing down and bombarding the land, turning swathes of land into dust and blasting open giant basins. Given the impact, if they hadn't created the protective measures, wouldn't the meteorite have caused the sixth global mass extinction if it had fallen intact?

"What's the big deal? Just enjoy the fireworks show." Nuwa's calm expression seemed to Amor as a sarcastic remark that this was just Chaldea's basic salvation routine, and that the local Romans were making a fuss over nothing.

"Hahaha! It really is Rome. So-called human history is also Roman history. Chaldea, the guardians of history, and that Sword Emperor are also the embodiment of the romantic (Roman) spirit!"

The Divine Ancestor still couldn't stop talking about Rome, especially when praising people, he would enthusiastically repeat "Rome, Rome!" Even when the time for the emergency summons was up and his spirit body was about to dissipate, he kept talking. In the end, he even left the Chaldea with the broken version of the 'throne' that had been overburdened and cracked, saying that this thing would be of great use to your human affairs in the future, and so on...

Nuwa, Mashu, Amor, and the others exchanged bewildered glances, not quite understanding the God Ancestor's thought process. Nuwa decided to wait for the return of the magical Emiya to see if he had any good ideas.

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“What a beautiful yet terrifying picture, Chaldea. Every time you grow, my god is amazed... no, even He might be wary and fearful of you.”

Thousands of kilometers away in the original site of Rome, Ashiya Dōman, who infiltrated the battlefield using paper shikigami clones, was also amazed by the enormous meteorite sword that exploded.

Before arriving at the singularity, he had no idea that such a terrible situation would break out in Rome, let alone that Chaldea would still manage to resolve the crisis forcefully by relying on its own strength and effectively utilizing local forces.

His face quickly composed itself, the nonchalant expression of a spectator returning to normalcy. Well, it was more important to finish the boss's task as soon as possible.

"A bottomless pit, an ancient prison... So it's referring to the dragon's lair beneath the ancient city! Hmm, the aura of such a strong malevolent curse is overwhelming, and there are obvious signs of residual life experiments."

Ashiya Doman took out his shikigami from his bosom and created a spirit origin clone that looked exactly like himself. They all went down into the endless pit to investigate information. Almost all the clones died because of the accumulation of a large number of curses, but Ashiya Doman continued to take out shikigami without caring... It didn't matter. He didn't have much else, but he had an extra lot of lives.

After a long while, his eyes gradually began to gleam with a strange light. "Hmm, wow! The process of creating that vicious spirit origin called Beast seems quite ingenious. It's enough for the part we need to report to our god. As for the rest..."

Heh heh heh, even the alien gods are paying so much attention, so if he could also rise to the top and become a Beast...

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Temple of Time.

"The Roman singularity has been restored by Chaldea again."

Upon hearing this, the Demon King, seated on his jade throne, simply said "Oh."

This matter is unremarkable.

Rather, it would be strange if Chaldea couldn't fix it, given their capabilities.

It's important to understand that they didn't personally intervene much this time. They merely experimented with the previous conjecture about Karl the Great's 'human love' at the very beginning of creating historical distortion, and pushed for the birth of 'human evil'.

"However, the results were quite good, proving several key conjectures about Beast, and the 'Nega' ability is also a direction that can be used to counter Chaldea."

On the throne, Goetia glanced at Baal, one of the 'Supreme Envoys' standing beside him. Baal, like the seven great demon beasts, possessed a human form.

“That’s right, my king. Judging from the rituals surrounding 'Michael' and 'Romulus', Chaldea is extremely reliant on Servants and related summoning techniques. Our response should be to adopt a strategy of completely suppressing summoning techniques.”

Baal suggested, "Besides, although that Beast failed, the monsters she bred, Hercules, have some performance characteristics that are worth learning from, and can be used to enhance the individual abilities of our demon gods."

"Hmm, and I've also heard that the 'alien' side is still conducting operations this time?"

Goetia's tone was unwavering, but Baal immediately understood the king's dissatisfaction with this matter. "It's like this... Last time, they seemed to have specifically retrieved the remains of Emperor Karl's machine, and this time they also conducted an in-depth investigation of the Beast test site we left under the walls of Rome... The aliens have very ambitious plans."

"Do you want to sit on the sidelines and watch the tigers fight, quietly reaping the benefits without lifting a finger? You're getting in my way."

As Goetia's tone grew colder, Baal's pupils contracted. "Your Majesty, should we—"

"No, there's no rush. The ocean singularity that's about to form is a bit special. The Holy Grail has already been delivered, so you shouldn't interfere too much."

Goetia's eyes pierced through the Temple of Time and the distant past, reaching the unknown seas of 1573 AD.

A smiling woman lies quietly on her side among the giant seashells.

(End of this chapter)