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

Chapter 419 "I've Even Developed an Overbearing Aura"

"What... what is this aura...?"

Teach's forehead was almost covered in a thin layer of cold sweat.

Although he is a Heroic Spirit, and his physical structure is different from that of a normal human with metabolic functions, his spirit origin vessel still has a similar structure and he also has bodily fluids, so he also bleeds and sweats.

Teach could sense a strong, invisible, and intangible spirit emanating from the red-haired man, yet it seemed to be deliberately suppressed within a certain range, bypassing him to prevent it from spreading completely. It was like a powerful air current storm swirling around a center, quietly roaring and poised to erupt.

"Answer me, what did you just say you wanted to be king?"

Ignoring Blackbeard's shock, Shanks Shirou spoke directly. His longsword was only half-drawn from his waist, yet its sharp sword intent already burst forth impatiently.

This phenomenon is something that pirate scum with only rudimentary martial arts skills simply cannot fathom how they managed to do.

Moreover, apart from Blackbeard, none of them have been able to hold on until now without fainting. If they hadn't fainted, they would have been even more unlucky—they had to feel the illusion of being cut head-on, as if if Emiya had pulled the blade out completely, their heads would have been chopped off and their lives would have been in danger the next second.

"I...I...I..."

Whether Blackbeard was acting on purpose or genuinely scared, his hands and feet trembled as he stammered "I...I...I" in a ridiculous, clown-like tone for a long time.

It wasn't until Emiya, seemingly losing patience, slightly drew his sword and raised it slightly that Teach, startled, stammered and cautiously said, "...I...I'm going to be the Pirate King!"

"?" Emiya wanted to roll his eyes when he heard this. He glanced at Blackbeard's head and saw that it was completely bare except for messy, greasy black hair. Did he really want to cosplay like him just because of that?
Since you don't have either the Tremor-Tremor Fruit or the Dark-Dark Fruit, I suggest you at least wear a straw hat next time you say that.

Teach sensed a hint of contempt from the red-haired man, but his expression remained completely unconcerned, still looking utterly terrified. Teach secretly glanced behind Emiya for any movement, rubbed his hands together, and said with a forced smile, "Haha, this guy looks a bit unfamiliar? Perhaps he's also new here from outside?"

Blackbeard knew that although the Endless Sea was extremely chaotic, it was roughly divided into four major sea areas: east, west, south, and north. Countless pirates roamed freely, and after a short period of power reshuffling, great pirates with varying numbers of Heroic Spirits rose to power in each area.

It is said that the nameless island here belongs to the weakest part of the East Blue. Blackbeard was certain of this, which is why he risked his life to cross the stormy seas and the calm zone to reach this place. Otherwise, facing other powerful forces with multiple pirate followers, he, as a single follower, would be too weak and unable to cope if he were to face them hastily.

Teach wanted to find out if Emiya had also just entered this strange sea area from the outside world.

If not, it means that Emiya is a conqueror who came from other seas, and the danger level is very high. If so, it means that Emiya, who has just arrived, is as weak as I am, or even weaker, and may not have a fleet. He might be lucky to have even one ship...

"Also?" Emiya seemed oblivious to the probing and casually replied, "Oh right, my entire crew just arrived in this godforsaken place."

...Although it is said to be "a boat full of people", the boat on Shadow Border actually contained zero people - there was not a single person on it.

Teach was slightly pleased, clearly believing that Emiya was indeed outnumbered and only had one ship full of people. She even boldly guessed that the red-haired man in front of her was the most troublesome one, and that the people he had left behind were all just average, which was why they hadn't come over.

He glanced furtively at the Queen Anne's Revenge, still lying in its place not far away, and its intact turrets, and uttered what sounded like a complaint:

"Hehe...! Actually, me too~! Being a pirate is really tough. We can only barely make ends meet by robbing people. These days, it's one thing to have bad luck and encounter a storm, but who knew we'd end up in this weird, godforsaken place?"

Teach's words seemed to imply that everyone was struggling, that they were all on the same path and could empathize with each other, and that it would be bad if they attacked each other... Emiya could only roll his eyes at this blatant nonsense.

"Fortunately, things took a turn for the better... I've heard that conquering this sea will grant you the One Piece, with countless treasures of gold and silver lying there. Some even say that finding it will allow you to ascend the throne and rule the world! Hehe, I thought to myself, if I were to become king, wouldn't that be the Pirate King?"

“I understand,” Shirou paced back and forth, not even bothering to glance at Blackbeard. “So, you…”

"So, whether I and my brothers can turn the tide depends entirely on this!"

Blackbeard suddenly raised his wrist.

Whoosh!
The sound of numerous shells whistling through the air filled the air. Emiya looked up and saw that, without him noticing, many dark cannon muzzles had suddenly appeared on the rooftops of the houses in the area. The dense barrage of shells tearing through the air was being fired from within them.

"Hehehe! Don't let your guard down, this is my proudest cannon! Queen Anne's Revenge!" Teach's feigned cowardice disappeared, replaced by a smug look and a deep-seated cunning.

Emiya's strange mental aura just now frightened many of Blackbeard's men. Fortunately, his cannons do not need to be operated by people, and the shells he fires are not afraid of the ethereal mental intimidation!

He alone has ascended to the throne of Pirate King! As for the other pirates, let them be overwhelmed by the feast of cannonballs and blown to pieces!

Boom boom boom boom!
One shot was fired and another followed immediately, as if Blackbeard had deployed a dense artillery barrage here. A barrage of black exploding shells filled the sky, interspersed with grape-like bullets fired at close range. It could be said that the entire area around Emiya was sealed off at the perfect moment, perfectly in line with Blackbeard's plan.

"Hmph! This overwhelming artillery barrage, this fragrance of iron and gunpowder, is the romance of pirates!" After Blackbeard finished setting up the cannons, he turned his back to the explosions and struck a cool pose.

He saw a sailor who had just fainted being awakened by the roar of cannon fire. Rubbing his eyes, he witnessed this scene, but instead of the praise Blackbeard expected—"Captain, you are truly valiant! A resounding victory!"—he immediately exclaimed in astonishment:
"Oh, the cannonball... it's been sliced ​​open! The captain's invincible cannons were all sliced ​​open by that one sword!"

"This is simply devilish swordsmanship!"

"What!?" Blackbeard turned around and saw the scene of the shells being cut in half and precisely exploding in the air, with even the shockwaves from the fragmentation shot cleverly canceling each other out.

And all the cannon emplacements he had secretly placed on the rooftops were split in two in the blink of an eye.

Clearly, these ambushes were a waste of time and resources, rendered useless.

Blackbeard Teach turned his eyes and noticed that Emiya's sword was also fully drawn at some point. He whispered softly, "This is the first strike."

"Uh, what do you mean?"

Blackbeard didn't understand at first.

"This is the second one..."

"!!" Blackbeard Teach's face showed horror. He reacted instantly. When he saw that the sharp point was aimed at his heart, his Servant instincts made him deeply feel the great terror that filled the world.

It seemed as if all the sights and sounds of the world had vanished into the darkness, leaving only that long sword pointing straight at us!
Before Emiya could finish speaking, he knelt down and kowtowed, his survival instincts kicking in. "I surrender! I surrender! Red-haired lord, spare my life!" "...Sword."

Emiya raised his hand and slightly shifted the direction of his grip on the handle, causing the blade to tilt.

Bah——!
Blackbeard Teach, kneeling on the ground, was sweating profusely. He glanced back and his heart nearly stopped.

A mountain peak in the center of the island was cut diagonally in half.

The cut was smooth, and the angle perfectly matched the tilt of the blade in Emiya's hand.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Hmph, only now do you know to beg for mercy? Too late! A bunch of damned pirate scum!"

Krimhildr looked terrible as she gripped the two-handed greatsword Balmmonk and walked through the island town with the other Chaldea Servant squad. Following Emiya's orders, the Servants were periodically dragging out several fierce sailors from the houses who had been seizing the property of the local inhabitants.

These arrogant and domineering guys all became incredibly obedient cowards when they encountered heroic spirits.

As for those who dared to resist stubbornly... there were some. At first, many people tried to act violently, and even coveted the stunning beauty of the female heroic spirits. But after seeing Krimhilde's magic sword casually cut down a large number of ancient trees native to the island with a single sword strike, they obediently stayed put and dared not speak.

...The local residents, who had never witnessed so many "superhumans," were completely dumbfounded. A gaunt old man, who walked with a shaky gait and looked like a local elder, stared blankly at the sea and asked, "Are you people the children of Oceanus, the god of the ocean?"

“Okeanos?” Krimshild, a Norsewoman, didn’t understand the name of this primordial Greek god from next door. She slightly suppressed her irritation and replied:

"Never heard of it. We're here to arrest someone... who went to a concert."

"A concert...?" The modern term left the old man even more confused.

“Yes, it’s none of your business…” Krimshild turned and left, kicking away one who was trying to sneak away. “—Scum, hurry up! Give them back what you stole, and then get to work!”

"Aye sir (Old English, Yes, sir)!"

The crew of sailors, who were already busy as dogs, did not dare to slack off and immediately responded. Then they realized what a concert was.

A banquet for singing?
So these prisoners of war actually got such a freebie falling from the sky?
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Does a free lunch just fall from the sky?"

Emiya shook his head speechlessly.

"Is it really that easy to get One Piece and the One Piece treasure?"

At this moment, Mr. Blackbeard Teach, who dreams of becoming the Pirate King, is unfortunately tied to a pillar as a prisoner, groaning in a daze.

Emiya and the others surrounded him as if he were a civilized monkey.

Some of the Shadow Border personnel were watching the ship, while Nero, Elizabeth, and others went to find a place to hold a concert. Another group was driving away the remaining pirates on the island, and then the rest all arrived here, in the town center.

I must say, the preparations I made before arriving at the singularity were quite useful.

Emiya spent quite some time working with BB on the Heavenly Voice Assimilation System, and finally produced a decent-looking replica.

When he uses it, he can project this intense spiritual energy outward according to his mental cultivation, thereby intimidating targets within a certain range. With just a few small demonstrations, he quickly stunned Blackbeard's crew.

Hmm, something seems off?
Why did Karl the Great's "Sound of Heaven Assimilation," which was indiscriminate brainwashing, end up being trained as "Conqueror's Haki"? Was it because he was a warrior rather than a religious leader?
Emiya originally thought he would gain the original Heavenly Voice Assimilation, becoming the Face Fruit that makes everyone he meets have to give him face!
Anyway, he now has Observation Haki (Mind's Eye) and Conqueror's Haki, and he can use his Divine Armament Haki to make up for it. As for "Ryuo" and "Hakuen"... what about those...?

"One Piece? Hahaha..."

When Regiere heard Emiya's words, she thought of the truth her grandmother had learned after coming to this place, and almost burst out laughing.

"The residents here must have distorted the information about the Black King into some vague myths, right? The so-called Supreme Throne is nothing more than the Black King's throne."

Nono walked around for a while, touching the ancient ruins of the nameless island a few times, and gleaned some information through profiling. "But what they said wasn't entirely wrong. At least it provided ancient historical information. You know the legendary 'Atlantis,' right?"

"The continent that sank due to the wrath of the gods, as recorded by the ancient Greek philosopher Plato?"

Legend has it that Atlantis was an extremely advanced ancient civilization that considered itself the children of Poseidon, the god of the sea, and had a strong worship of the ocean. Plato recorded in his works Timaeus and Critias that this civilization was destroyed by Zeus as punishment for its moral corruption.

“That’s right, that continent may actually exist, just like the legendary secret realms recorded in other myths, and this is the ruins of Atlantis.”

Nono spoke in an ethereal, otherworldly tone, her eyes closed as her thoughts wandered, her voice seeming to drift from ancient times across the vast river of time—a characteristic of using indirect characterization.

"But Plato's account seems to be wrong. The Black King perished in the 'Great War,' and the destruction triggered a great flood that sank the land and even overturned the world. Therefore, Atlantis, which was affected by the 'Great War,' was left with only a few islands."

"But Atlantis seems to worship Poseidon?" Emiya raised an eyebrow. "I thought they were followers of the king of the sea and water?"

"That's not contradictory. They actually worship the sea and the ocean. As for whether the god they worship is Poseidon or Oceanus, it doesn't matter. The former corresponds to Poseidon as you mentioned, while the latter is likely the Black King or another water king..."

Nono suddenly opened her eyes. "In any case, the people here must have inherited the beliefs of their ancestors to have learned such trivial information."

“Atlantis…” Regina murmured for a moment, then her eyes flashed with a sudden realization, “I think I feel it again, my grandmother came here, she landed on the island!”

(End of this chapter)