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

Chapter 413 Caesar Meets Caesar

Constantine looked up, his expressionless face suddenly brightening. "You mean, Her Majesty, there is still hope for her?"

"If you mean allowing her spirit origin to continue to exist in reality, perhaps it is possible."

Pope Joan, seemingly exhausted after a great fire, lay weakly on his bed. To be honest, even Emiya found it quite troublesome.
"Her most fatal flaw is still the lack of a solid foundation for existence. Although you have been spreading your missionary work extensively in Rome during this era, and you are able to move freely and even wield great power, everything will return to normal once the influence of the singularity disappears."

In other words, in normal history, Ruo'an would be corrected as a 'non-existent person'. She is like someone who is walking on thin air and will eventually fall into a deep valley. The strong winds blown by the singularity faith only bring temporary assistance and are not enough to form a solid foundation.

Constantine may simply have been unable to accept this.

It's perfectly normal for heroic spirits to dissipate and return to their seats after a battle; there's no need to dwell on it.

Tragically, a phantom like Ruoan can only establish a spirit foundation once in a singularity, and then almost never has the chance to descend again.

Therefore, the last emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire found it difficult to let go of his resentment.

Emiya also felt it was a pity, but unlike Constantine, who had purely personal feelings, he also noticed that Pope Joan was particularly adept at using his talent to coordinate and unify faiths.

The fact that she was able to successfully execute the plan and summon the avatar of Michael shows that her talent is almost comparable to that of Emperor Karl in the previous singularity.

The 'Quirinus Throne' left behind by the ancestral god is also a similar religious device, and it is currently in a damaged state, requiring timely repair to restore its original function.

Pope Ruan is undoubtedly a talent within the faith system. Emiya felt that if he was confident in his abilities, he should still try to save him.

"A solid foundation for existence..."

Constantine was someone who had been allied with Emiya for a long time during the Holy Grail War, and he understood Joan's current situation to some extent.

It can barely sustain itself on faith alone; without faith, it will immediately dissipate. But faith, which is ethereal and elusive, is not entirely reliable...

"Yes, that's why I say that relying solely on faith might be possible, but the foundation of that faith must be more solid and firmly rooted in reality."

As he spoke, Emiya thought of the Shinjuku Phantom Incident, a subspecies singularity in FGO. This was the most typical example of a method that could upgrade fictional phantoms into Servants, even exceeding their combat power—

The method is very simple: just sew it on. If the strength is insufficient, make up for it with quantity.

Generally, the situations of phantom spirits and Ruoan are similar, mostly originating from urban legends or very low-budget, niche folk tales, with weak real-world foundations, resulting in weak spiritual foundations. However, the situation is quite different when they are combined.

For example, "Rosen Rob" in Shinjuku Phantom is the product of the combination of the phantoms "Rosen the Wolf King", "The Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow", and "The Invisible Man". He can become invisible, has superhuman strength, and has explosive combat power.

"Alright, come with me first. Be careful not to resist."

Emiya pressed his hand to his chest, "I am the bone of my sword..."

The world roared, then collapsed and disintegrated in an instant, reconstructing itself into a completely new landscape.

Constantine, and Joan, who was being lifted up by Melyuchina, were instantly pulled into Emiya's Reality Barrier.

And so the first thing I saw was the dilapidated and cracked throne of the gods atop the hill.

"The ancestor of God has already handed over the throne to Chaldea, but all we know is that this thing was originally a device for completely governing Roman faith. Of course, in a certain sense, it can also be considered a treasure left behind by the ancestor of God that is in dire need of repair."

Emiya looked at Ruoan's somewhat ethereal body and said, "But no matter how damaged it is, this thing still exists in reality."

"This is the key to saving lives."

Constantine was initially puzzled as to how Joan's fictional heroic spirit could become real, but upon hearing the prompt, he suddenly understood—

As a fictional being, Ruoan manifested the Christian temple and throne during her faith ritual in the previous decisive battle. These were her imagined Noble Phantasms, officially named "Prayer Dedicated to the Throne of Radiant Glory"!
And this relic left by the divine ancestor is also a jade throne for dealing with faith. If the two are combined, the compatibility will be very high...

It can restore the complete jade throne while allowing Ruoan to escape the illusion and gain a stable foundation in reality and a more powerful spiritual base!?

This Sword Emperor... no, Emiya is a genius! And a great philanthropist!
Constantine's pupils dilated, and he immediately bowed formally to express his gratitude. "Thank you for your assistance. I have heard of the reputation of Chaldea, and I will do my utmost to help you achieve your goal of saving the world."

"Don't thank me yet," Emiya waved his hand. He also felt that Michael's avatar was very useful and powerful, and it would be a pity if he couldn't use it next time, so he just needed a helper from the faith system. "BB, it's about Spirit Origin stitching, here comes the work."

"Hey, senior, BB isn't some tool you use to win people over, is he!?"

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"I'm just an ordinary person. Tonight I'll try being Li Bai, a mere minor poet. So what? I don't care. So what? I don't care..."

Chaldea Cafeteria.

While eating hot pot, Lao Tang sang in a hoarse voice. His singing made the young man opposite him, the director of the medical department and the king of e-sports, frown deeply and could only bury his head in his rice. Even the researchers at the next table covered their ears with disgust.

But Old Tang was really enjoying it. "Brother Mingfei, what do you think? Was this a good show?"

"Okay, okay!" Lu Mingfei was completely oblivious to everything else, focusing solely on eating hot pot beef, and didn't even look up when he spoke.

This meal was a rare treat from Lao Tang, so we figured we might as well take advantage of it.

Director Lu's own personal salary slush fund... cough cough, because he was ripped off quite badly by the shady merchant workshop, his wallet has shrunk a bit. That damned Da Vinci, I don't know whose brilliant suggestion he listened to, actually created some random lottery pool card draw mechanism. Unfortunately, the Ghost Pool doesn't have a pity system, so now he's even struggling to make ends meet with the money to tip Magical Merry...

"Hey, is it the taste or the sound?"

"It sounds good, it tastes good, it's all good, it's all good!"

"Hehe!" Old Tang took a swig of wine, feeling a little tipsy. "These past few years, I, Old Tang, have traveled all over the country, relying on three magic weapons! Do you know what they are? Being both literate and martial, being different from others, and my good brother Emiya! I, Old Tang, have just chosen the right path. Not only can I eat, drink, and have fun, but I can also indulge in romance and beauty..." "Absolutely right, absolutely right, me too!" Lu Mingfei, with grease dripping from his mouth halfway through his meal, clasped his hands in thanks. "Thank you, Old Tang, for your generosity in treating me to this meal!"

"Pfft," Old Tang suppressed a laugh, "You're still so out of touch! Haven't you noticed that Chaldea has been renovated and looks different lately? And didn't you hear the rumors during the meeting a few days ago that the director is holding a celebration event today, and everyone's meals in the cafeteria will be free!"

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded. When did this happen? Did he take time off work to watch virtual YouTubers and miss the news?

Not long after, a soprano voice suddenly rang out, making one's ears ring. No, it was more like a clipped voice kissed by death, coupled with tone-deafness and the all-around ambient reverberation caused by the super-sound equipment, like a death knell.

"Hashirsolyokazenoyonizhigemiharaopadorupadoru!!"

A burst of singing broke through the broadcast, making everyone's ears ring.

As if listening to celestial music, one's ears are temporarily clear.

Old Tang almost spat out his drink.

Lu Mingfei almost choked halfway through his meal. He had thought that Old Tang's raspy voice was unbeatable, but he hadn't expected there to be another expert.
"Holy crap, Chaldea has been invaded? The enemy has broken in?"

Fortunately, the two of them weren't normal humans. Lu Mingfei choked a few times and stood up with Lao Tang, but some of the ordinary staff members, who were particularly weak, seemed to have fallen to the ground, unconscious and foaming at the mouth.

"Hey, I'll handle the rescue! Old Tang, could you please go out and see what's going on?"

Director Lu is now considered a miracle doctor who has saved countless lives and brought the dead back to health.

The first move is "Don't die," meaning that as long as the person doesn't die on the spot, they are snatched back from the clutches of death.

Director Lu had a premonition that there would be more and more victims like this in the future, reaching an alarming level that would keep everyone busy... What exactly was going on?
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"That's enough... I mean, you sang very well, so don't sing again!"

Emiya unplugged the speaker that Elizabeth had secretly plugged in next to Nero.

As soon as he returned to Chaldea headquarters, those two clowns found the radio audio input and put on this show, calling it a welcome ceremony for some famous idols arriving at the Chaldea base—seriously, isn't a welcome ceremony with them personally singing a bit odd? Who's welcoming whom here?

Does the Hell Choir welcome Death and bid farewell to the Chaldea headquarters personnel as they all head to Hell?

"Luckily, the power was unplugged in time, otherwise things would have been much worse."

Emiya tapped Nero's head. "Please play music in designated areas. Chaldea's broadcasting system is prohibited from being used for private purposes."

"And you, gentlemen, can also get off at Shadow Border."

Immediately afterwards, a dense crowd of Servants poured into the spacious room.

Before returning, Emiya had been quite busy. In addition to the necessary post-war cleanup in Rome, the task of recruiting Heroic Spirits from various locations in the Roman Singularity was also extremely demanding.

It's rare to encounter such a singularity brimming with martial spirit; at the very least, we should recruit the most powerful Roman emperors and their 'general-level' heroic spirits. However, given Emiya's outstanding performance in fighting the Beast of Calamity, most heroic spirits have a positive impression of him, hence figures like Augustus, Trajan, Caesar, and Constantine are among them.

Nero and Elizabeth ran out first because Nero looked exactly like the adult Draco who was causing trouble at the time, and it would be a bit awkward for him to be in the same room with the Romans. To avoid an awkward atmosphere, Nero decided to deliberately avoid them, but unexpectedly Elizabeth took the lead and led Nero to give the Chaldea a "warm" greeting.

After a period of commotion and temporary chaos, the group finally witnessed the real welcoming ceremony, a Roman-style triumphal procession, meticulously organized and personally presided over by Caesar Gattuso, the director of Chaldea.

Along the way, the band played the symphony "The Triumphal March." The originally smooth side walls were decorated with eagles, lions, or golden and red laurel flowers. There were also luxurious carpets and magical effects of gold petals falling. The aroma of aged wines from famous wineries from various places wafted through the air. There was also a specially created pool with flowing water under the light, and goldfish could be seen swimming in the rippling water.

...Of course, all the props used in the triumphant celebration were produced by the Da Vinci workshop. Other ingredients, drinks, and logistics were handled by the financial director, Su Enxi.

The last time they attacked the Franks, they didn't do it this way, but this time they made such a big show of attacking Rome because the results were so good. In addition, the Roman singularity has special significance for Caesar himself, so it's natural to make it more grand.

Firstly, it was his ancestral homeland, and secondly... the palace guard brought several Roman emperors whom Caesar greatly admired.

In Director Caesar's eyes, walking towards him was Emiya leading the way, surrounded by a group of beautiful women, and oh, there was also the Eastern Roman Emperor Constantine XI, who was followed by attendants and guards—Constantine had voluntarily made such a statement ever since Emiya raised the issue of dealing with Joan Lingki.

Director Caesar nodded to Emiya, then glanced at the other Heroic Spirits without any hesitation, before quickly locking onto several figures with regal bearings who were some distance from Constantine.

"This is Trajan next to Constantine XI, and this is Augustus," Emiya casually introduced. Director Caesar seemed a little nervous and excited, but Emiya had already dealt with them several times on the front lines and had no particular affinity for Italian culture; he was already desensitized to historical figures.

"And then this one... is Caesar."

Emiya paused for a moment, then said in a subtle tone, "Gaius Julius Caesar."

Good heavens, now it's finally Caesar's turn to meet Caesar.

The Chaldea members who came to witness the triumphant return also stared intently at this scene, clearly having been waiting for it for a long time. Some people, still with saliva on their lips and dust on their clothes, rushed over, obviously eager to see it as soon as Lu Mingfei had healed them.

Some busybodies even set up video equipment and long lenses, ready to record this "historic moment" with sensational headlines like "King meets King, Caesar meets Caesar! Ancient Roman dictator VS contemporary Chaldean director, will he win?!", which could then be published in the gossip section of the Chaldean Daily.

Elizabeth, however, was oblivious. She thought her previous performance had been a great success and started smiling and posing for the cameras.

"Hello, I am Caesar Gattuso Gulweg, the current director of Chaldea..."

After Director Caesar finished speaking, he looked at the person Emiya had pointed to, his eyes wide with surprise—

Admittedly, at that moment, he almost lost control of his facial expressions, and something he had vaguely understood shattered.

This obese, overweight man is none other than Julius Caesar, the famous Julius Caesar!
(End of this chapter)