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

Chapter 429 The dead memories began to attack me
To be honest, as a traditional, old-school, technically skilled dragon, Constantine doesn't even surf the Chaldea intranet much. He probably doesn't quite understand what the driving test's first, second, and third parts mean. He whispered his guess, "...The director recently set up an information department for easier communication on the cross-generational project and hired a few news paparazzi. Maybe they're up to something?"

"Did Caesar really do that?"

Emiya leaned back slightly, slightly startled. He remembered Caesar saying he wanted to strengthen Chaldea's information and entertainment infrastructure, recruit people to lead the public opinion environment, and jointly create a green cloud network ecosystem, blah blah blah. Speaking of which, he had long heard that during his time at Kassel College, Fingel and his group of journalists were willing to be Caesar's lackeys, and hearing it today, he found it to be true.

"Hmm? What do you need me for?"

Just then, a fat man stepped out of the hatch of the other submarine and overheard the two men's conversation. It was none other than the round and chubby Caesar, known as the Dictator and Julius Caesar the Great.

"This... wasn't referring to you."

Emiya clicked his tongue inwardly. Chaldea was great in every way, except for the sheer number of people with the same name. If you called out "Caesar," two people would respond; if you called out "Nero," two people would respond. In the future, if you called out "Dinner's ready!" in the cafeteria, a whole bunch of Artorias would probably flock together to respond.

He looked down and continued to look at the long list. In addition to the Servant group, the Living group was also involved in the plan. Of course, since the Living group did not have Spirit Origins, Emiya himself was in charge of this aspect of training, while the other Servants were handed over to Constantine.

“Nono, Erii, Rigilev, Nuwa… wait, something feels off,” Emiya raised an eyebrow. “Where’s Xia Mi?”

He remembered that the mother dragon harbored resentment and distress all day and night... Most likely, it was because the singularity dungeon was too difficult and she had suffered setbacks, and she was insignificant in the Chaldea's power hierarchy, so she was extremely resentful of her lack of strength.

The current Ascension Project is a great opportunity for training, yet she's not coming?

Constantine, recalling the look of pure hatred he'd seen on Xia Mi's face at the Atlas Manor back home, shrugged and said:

"She seemed to be in a bad mood. She said she wanted to go back to see her brother Fenrir and express her 'longing' for him after not seeing him for so many days, so I specially took her home before I came."

He thought Fenrir was probably going to get a scolding, but it was a family matter of the King of the Earth and the Mountains, and he couldn't interfere.

"Should I send another submarine to call her over? If so, the Spirit Origin Ascension Project will have to be postponed for a while, because I'm the main person in charge, and there are so many people... It'll be quite a hassle to temporarily arrange everything..."

Constantine turned his head left and right to indicate that more and more followers were gradually appearing around him. The figures were numerous, weapons clanged softly, and conversations were held. All sorts of sounds gradually became noisy, creating a mixed atmosphere of calm and restlessness.

Not to mention those who joined Chaldea from the Frankish Singularity, such as Jeanne Alter and Mary Alter who were already on the Shadow Border, many new Servants who joined Chaldea with the restoration of the Roman Singularity, such as several Roman emperors like Caesar and Constantine XI, as well as many generals and commanders who shone brightly in the Roman Singularity, such as Hector, Odysseus, Finn, and Leonidas I, also arrived in this sea area with Constantine's submarine.

Adding to the group already gathered on the deck and forecourt, this not-so-large warship actually had more than thirty Servants in total. If you include the pirates, Amazon warriors, and Chaldea workers, the number would be well over a hundred.

These people were brought together and tasked with carrying out the intricate and time-consuming plan of Spirit Foundation Ascension; this would not have been possible without Constantine as the technical director.

“…Then forget it,” Emiya decided after a moment of deliberation. “The plan is related to the Singularity raid and strengthening our own forces, so it cannot be delayed. If Natsumi doesn’t come, then forget it.”

If she continues to suffer setbacks, then she will truly be reaping what she sowed.

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The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, Captain Drake groggily opened his eyes amidst the pungent smell of alcohol and a strange, fishy, ​​sweet odor.

"Well……"

She raised a hand to shield her face from the sun, and as she stood up, she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her head. What was happening? Was it the result of a hangover? With her alcohol tolerance, it couldn't have gotten to this point, could it?

Drake pressed his forehead, steadied himself, and then noticed that the deck was no longer the lively scene of last night's banquet. The area was sparsely populated, and a few sailors and Amazon warriors seemed to have gotten along well after a night of commotion, with their arms around each other's shoulders. Most of them were busy organizing items and moving some equipment, while a few others were cleaning the deck, struggling to deal with vomit or bloodstains...

The pungent, strange smell was coming from there. But Drake couldn't remember when the filth had appeared.

"That's strange. Could it be that I really drank myself into oblivion?"

After Drake finished speaking, the memories of dying last night began to attack her—

...I remember it was the eldest and second eldest of the Gorgon sisters who volunteered to perform on stage. However, they discovered that the Gorgon sisters had used their singing to bewitch their crew members without permission. They were so angry that they went on stage and fired shots to stop them. Just then, two young girls came up from backstage and wanted to take over the singing.

Since this behavior was in line with Drake's demand for the Gorgon sisters to step down, she did not stop them. Then, the red-haired girl and blonde girl duo spoke into the microphone right in front of Drake... After that, a throbbing pain that felt like her head was about to explode hit her, and she couldn't remember anything!

Damn it! Could those two girls be sonic weapons even more terrifying than the Gorgon sisters?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Someone must be plotting against her! Maybe it was Stheno and Euryale, who have a grudge against her, who secretly used divine power but pretended to pin the blame on the two girls!

After a moment of wild speculation, Drake cursed under his breath. Regardless, being found unconscious on someone else's ship was a huge embarrassment, and he was determined to settle the score with those two goddesses…

"Sister, is your head still hurting? Slow down... Oh, right, Lord Shanks has already set off ahead of time, saying he's going to fulfill his 'bet'..."

Just then, the small door to the forecastle opened, and Drake saw that Stheno and Euryale, the two lead singers from last night's party, were also pale and looked unwell. It was only with the help of their youngest sister, Medusa, that they were able to walk smoothly onto the deck.

Drake casually probed, "Oh, this is rather unusual. Did you guys have a hangover last night too?"

"Heh." Steno merely raised her chin arrogantly and chuckled twice, too lazy to say anything.

"Hmph! Do you think anyone else is a drunkard like you who gets completely drunk at every banquet?"

Second Sister Euryale pouted coquettishly, "Use your brain, and you should understand that the root of the matter is that two 'genius singers' spoke up last night, right? Haven't you heard of the name of the 'red-haired diva' Elizabeth, who was the first to speak?"

"Oh, so the red-haired songstress Shanks was talking about is her."

"Hmph, but even so, you can't let it go just because you fired those shots at us when you came on stage tonight! Just wait, in the next competition, you and your Golden Deer will be left far behind by us. The 'Pirate Empress' holds a grudge!"

"A competition? What kind of competition?"

"Why don't you ask your own crew?" "Tch..."

Drake pouted. She felt like she had missed out on a fortune while she was asleep, as if all the big and small things had already been arranged.

"Hey—Captain, you're finally awake!"

At this moment, Annie jumped up from under the outer railing of the deck at some point—oh, Drake had never felt the reliability of a capable crew member so clearly in his life—the blonde, wavy-haired, mature woman carrying a long spear gracefully boarded the ship and came over gracefully, "Captain, everyone is waiting for you to set sail. It was too embarrassing to be towed by the Red Furs all this time."

Drake was surprised. He thought he had already lost enough face by being drunk and disoriented on Shanks' ship, but he never expected there to be a master among them.

She turned her head and looked around, and sure enough, she saw her own treasure, the Golden Deer, and Stheno's Gorgon, which were connected and secured by strong iron chains and dragged far behind. Meanwhile, the ship beneath her feet was steadily moving forward in a certain direction at a constant speed, and there were even a number of small warships escorting the Red Furs.

"What's going on? Why does the ship need to be towed? Where are we being taken?"

"It's about fulfilling the 'bet.' The redhead said that if we want to gain the power of their captain, we have to 'conquer' this vast sea..."

"conquer?"

"Yes, I heard that the first battle will be fought in the calm seas."

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The doldrums of the North Sea near the reefs.

Emiya and Constantine carefully checked the nautical charts sent by Leonardo da Vinci and began to deploy their forces, ordering the Casters on those warships to prepare their equipment at specific locations—of course, these small boats were also temporarily built by Leonardo da Vinci, Prellati, and a few other Casters using materials from Constantine's submarine as laborers.

Once all personnel—the subsequent combatants—are in place, the initial steps of "Spirit Origin Ascension" will be carried out here.

"Mercury, lapis lazuli powder, recycled metal, dragon's blood..." Emiya checked the raw materials of Norton's equipment again. "Hmm, they all seem to be liquid materials that are easy to deploy?"

"Yes, these are portable dragon veins that my brother and I specially customized based on the active mental field of this singularity!"

Constantine stood facing the sea breeze, his thin body and robes fluttering in the wind. "We combined the information you provided with our calculations using the Trident Hermes. We believe that although the environment here was initially the Black King's burial ground and a chaotic mental field, it has become even more disordered while also containing hidden patterns, thanks to the guidance of that mastermind."

“I remember Leonardo da Vinci’s report mentioned that the ‘disorder’ of this sea area increased the moment you unearthed the first ‘key’, but according to Hermes’ model, this disorder is actually temporary. It is an intermediate stage formed for the entire spiritual field to transition to another law. After the transition is over, it will break away from the disorder and become regular again, a law that is more suitable for ‘spiritual reconstruction’.”

He turned to look at Emiya, his gaze grave.

"In other words, the person behind the scenes is suggesting that we collect the keys to break the seal, which is probably not just to guide us to that final destination, but also to eliminate the seal's suppression of the mental field, so that she can control this anomaly from a mental level according to some kind of rule."

Emiya pondered the words, slowly appreciating their meaning.

Wait a minute, let me sort out my thoughts.

It is known that Yaobikuni, as a descendant of the ancient White King who has lived for a long time, entered this place after obtaining the Holy Grail of the Demon King to carry out some kind of plan, thus creating a singularity.

It is speculated that her condition is similar to that of Maria of the Stars, the grandmother of Reginald—she broke into the Black King's corpse incubation facility but her bloodline was contaminated and her body went out of control, so she especially coveted Reginald, the more perfect vessel for the Black King's bloodline.

As she continued to push forward, Yaobikuni felt that simply waiting for the container to be delivered was not enough. She tried to set up a bigger scheme and plan something at a higher level, so she began to focus on the special environment of the singularity, this kind of spiritual field.

Coincidentally, Yaobikuni possessed the Holy Grail and may have even received some information from the Demon King. This made her understand the terrifying power of spiritual reconstruction in elevating legends and bringing myths to life. Even more coincidentally, as a descendant of the original White King, she was already exceptionally skilled at manipulating the mental realm.

Emiya's eyes widened. That damned sense of déjà vu... a dead memory began to assault him.

"No way! Another White King...?"

“Yes, but it’s different,” Constantine nodded and then shook his head. “During the Holy Grail War, the White King stirred the spirits of the entire island nation in an attempt to ascend to the supreme god Izanami, but there is no population like that here.”

"Then how did she—"

Constantine interrupted, "Don't forget, the most numerous creatures in this endless sea are not humans, but those who live in the sea and have grown enormous due to dragon blood—!"

"Sea King!"

Emiya opened his mouth and stared wide-eyed, blurting out what he had just said, only to be met with a completely bewildered look from Constantine...

Oh, this kid isn't a hardcore anime fan and doesn't really understand One Piece.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Emiya looked at the giant ships that had arrived one after another.

"In any case, can the plan begin now?"

"Hmm, the Servant group is divided into teams A, B, C... and will begin hunting down the sea, uh, sea kings! We'll destroy these mediums that guide the mind of the mastermind behind the scenes, and then our portable dragon veins will take their place!"

Emiya nodded, casually drew his sword, and aimed it at the direction where there were no ships. "In that case, I'll start with a bang—"

Boom!

The atmosphere roared and raged as if it were exploding in all directions, and deep purple lightning crackled and shot out into the void. A white sword light surged wildly and split the boundless sea in two, creating an abyss!
The seawater appears as a tangible object, showing various segments and blocks that are broken in many places!
The densely packed sea monsters patrolling the deep sea were chopped up and torn into pieces, their blood gushing out like a spring, staining the abyss with a black and red hue amidst the white waves!

(End of this chapter)