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

Chapter 437 Heroes of the Argonauts? Just remnants of the old generation!

After a brief negotiation, a treaty similar to the alliance with the Drake-Gorgon sisters was signed, but with more stringent restrictions. Emiya gave a few instructions and then sent Bartholomew away.

He always felt that this dark-skinned man had a habit of staring at the bangs of many girls on Emiya's side—damn, this man's perverted fetish might be no less than that of Blackbeard Teach.

Just then, Nuwa reported that the South China Sea exploration results indicated the presence of numerous unfamiliar spirit origin reactions there. It was estimated that they not only possessed the key, but also had a considerable number of unmastered followers. They might even be a powerful force.

Therefore, Emiya decided to send the half-crippled Bartholomew over there. Given Bartholomew's condition, facing those unmastered Servants who possessed at least equal elemental authority with their own keys, he would at least suffer some losses on the surface.

Heh heh, once he can't handle it anymore, he'll obediently ask me for help through a contract, and then I can take the opportunity to subdue him and make him owe me a favor.

This was also a test and trial for Bartholomew, who was a temporary ally who had signed the treaty.

How can a qualified navigator see a rainbow without experiencing storms?

It's definitely not because his master, Emiya, has small eyes.

"Hey, are you really going to let that pirate with the bangs covering his eyes go find the key? Does that seem reliable?" Nono tried to strike up a conversation with Emiya while forcefully pulling away Erii, who was excitedly looking for trouble.

"It doesn't matter, the contract is already made, and those who break their word should... no, never mind."

Emiya stopped himself from continuing and returned to a serious demeanor. "What I mean is that the key he possesses, as well as the key in the South China Sea, were all discovered by Nuwa and the others using the Shadow Border computing device at the singularity based on the unique mental field of the 'keys'. In other words, he cannot escape our grasp."

"..." Nono had a feeling that Emiya was starting to make some kind of joke, and when she turned around, she met Erii's innocent eyes. "How about we get down to business? This little sister wants to train with you to rebuild her spirit... oh, I mean, to train in Haki. Do you have a reliable method?"

"What?"

Erii, who had been left standing there, jumped over upon hearing this, "That's right, I need you to help me with my training!" After saying that, the child even raised her fist.

"I'll help you with your cultivation? Seriously? How?"

Emiya also extended his hand, making a fist to meet hers.

Have you ever seen a fist the size of a sandbag? If not, take this punch.

Kidding.

Erii shook her head again upon seeing this, "I need the Endless War God to help me cultivate."

"...What exactly is the Endless War God?"

Emiya didn't immediately recall it, but after two seconds he realized that Erii was referring to the Servant Shadow system installed within his Reality Marble.

"Oh! That's the one. It's kind of a budget version of the Endless War God, but they only last for a few rounds. You need them as sparring partners?"

Erii nodded emphatically, "Cultivating Haki involves using a mental field to temper the body! That's the key, which is why you need to experience battles with high mental intensity!"

"You specifically sought me out to practice this? Why are you in such a hurry now, during this period of tackling singularities?"

“Yes!” Erii rolled her eyes, then suddenly smiled. “...I’m going to be the woman of the Pirate King!” After saying that, she pointed at Emiya with sparkling eyes, indicating that he was the Pirate King, and then pointed at herself, meaning that she was the woman who would become the Pirate King.

Finally, she pointed to the top of her head.

Emiya noticed Erii's intense gaze and felt that she was hinting at something to him, but it couldn't be that she wanted a pat on the head.
Just then, BB, who seemed to have been prepared, floated over and handed over a straw hat. Emiya then bent down and placed it on Erii's head.

Wait, that pose… He recalled Shanks's line to Luffy when he gave him the straw hat in One Piece, saying:

"Well then, you can keep this hat for now."

Nono, who watched the whole thing: "...?"

Hey, has this singularity been contaminated by One Piece memes?
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He said, "What's a little pain in the face of wind and rain? Wipe away your tears and don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams..."

Despite the fact that only thirty or forty crew members remained on Bartholomew's flagship, the Swarlo, and the atmosphere was gloomy, there were still a few pirates full of optimism, who leaned against various parts of the deck and sang sailor songs in broken voices.

When Bartholomew was captain, they were actually kept quite disciplined, because the captain was a historically renowned and noble pirate baron, with extensive experience in managing large pirate crews with strict rules and regulations. But now, after a crushing defeat, the captain has lost interest in such matters, and the sailors have become somewhat unruly.

And what about Bartholomew?

When the first mate found the captain, he was calmly blowing on the wind at the bow, as if nothing had happened. The dilapidated repairs on the Svoro were a testament to its long history. "Captain? Are you alright?"

“It’s nothing, how could anything be wrong with me?” Bartholomew chuckled. “I’m in better shape than ever before.”

"...You're lying, your face is clearly pale."

"what!"

Bartholomew, who was very particular about his appearance, immediately looked down and took out his pocket watch. He examined his face through the embedded mirror and found that his complexion was normal...

His skin is naturally dark, how could he possibly have a pale complexion? You, first mate…

"Haha, Captain, I was just joking! You've been so tense ever since you finished negotiating with that... Red-Haired guy, we were thinking we should have a chat with you?"

"Hehehe, thank you for your encouragement. Phew, to be honest, I feel much better," Bartholomew replied somewhat reluctantly.

He recalled the scene of Emiya commanding the wind and rain, thunder and lightning like a god, and still couldn't help but feel stunned. He must have been out of his mind back then, actually letting his subordinates urge him on and recklessly provoking such a powerful enemy.

Okay, now we've signed an unequal treaty, our assets have been confiscated, and we have to work for the other side for free.

Although he didn't quite understand why the man repeatedly emphasized that he was the Emperor of the Sea, Red-Haired Shanks, and not some Sword Emperor, Bartholomew agreed. In his opinion, there was no difference, and there was no need to argue. Shanks' swordsmanship was indeed divine, and he was also called the Emperor of the Sea. If you combine them, isn't he just the Sword Emperor?

Compared to that, Bartholomew felt more concerned about the powerful forces entrenched in the South China Sea, having heard that a precious "key" was in the hands of an unfamiliar force.

Of course, Emiya would find the place unfamiliar, but Bartholomew wouldn't. As a great pirate who had held the power of the wind element for some time, he could travel to various places with ease. He at least knew that the South Blue was also known as the "Sea of ​​Fertility," and according to local intelligence, it was said to have an exceptionally rich marine ecosystem. The largest force entrenched in the South Blue seemed to be using a ship called the "Argo," which he and his fleet had never encountered before.

I feel like I've heard this ship's name somewhere before.

The Argonauts from Greek mythology who searched for the Golden Fleece? Bartholomew pondered this in his mind. He didn't know much about the stories of the Argonauts, only that they were human heroes, or Heroic Spirits of similar strength to himself.

Aside from the one who holds the "key," or elemental authority, the others should be no threat. With authority comparable to a god, he can disregard a significant difference in the number of Heroic Spirits. Besides, if all else fails, he can always call for help from the other side.

Stable.

"Argonauts? They're nothing but remnants of the old generation!"

Bartholomew, recalling what he had heard from the red-haired ship, made a magnificent declaration to this southern sea.

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The Golden Fleece, a treasure in Greek mythology, originally came from Chrysomarus, a ram summoned by Nephele, the goddess of clouds, to protect her children. The ram had wings and its skin was pure gold. This golden ram was eventually sacrificed to Zeus, while its golden fleece ended up in the hands of the King of Colchis, who hung it on an oak tree and guarded it by a dragon.

Meanwhile, Jason, far away in Iorcas, attempted to inherit his throne but was betrayed by his uncle Pelias's plot to usurp it. He was forced to accept the challenge of obtaining the Golden Fleece. Under Athena's protection, he commissioned the shipwright Argos to build the great ship Argos and gathered dozens of heroes to embark on a sea voyage to obtain the Golden Fleece.

Of course, the present world may also be a reenactment of the journey before death.

This was quite a joke for Jason.

Because many of his former shipmates were actually alive and well, including Medea.

"Oh dear, Lord Jason! Why do you look so distressed? Is there something you're unhappy about fighting alongside me?" The young Medea, holding her magic wand, looked innocent, like the naive Princess Colchis.

Jason felt a cold sweat break out on his back. He had married her in his previous life, but in the end, he had betrayed her and accepted the marriage of another woman, causing Medea to turn evil on the spot... No, no, no, this woman had shown signs of abnormality long before. She had even dismembered her own brother during the voyage. She must have some mental problems!
Although Medea claims to be a maiden who hasn't yet set sail, Jason already has psychological trauma from her...

"Not at all, not at all. It is already a great honor for Jason to have the pitiful Princess Colchis accompany me..." Jason said, even though he felt he was not being entirely sincere.

"Is that so! Then Lord Jason, we will surely find the Golden Fleece again on this voyage!" Medea seemed oblivious to everything, her gentle smile as warm as the sun.

"Hey, the way you two have gotten into this situation is really peculiar." A woman with bronze skin, carrying a gun and wearing armor, walked over from the bow of the ship. Her armor was extraordinary, exuding a strong divine aura that transcended ordinary heroes. She looked like a valiant and heroic female warrior, but she also had an undeniable masculine air about her. Her tone was somewhat irritated at the moment.

"So, what do you think? Is there really some kind of Golden Fleece in this godforsaken place?"

“It’s Katniss! You look very energetic today,” Medea greeted with a smile. “By the way, we’ve almost found out where the Golden Fleece is.”

"Oh? Really?"

"Yes, it seems that there are many humans who drifted in from the outside world in this era. Although their knowledge levels vary, I have heard some people say that this thing is called the 'Holy Grail' in later generations, and some pirates even say that it is the 'treasure' of the sea."

Medea said that it sounded like there was some bad misunderstanding.

In fact, if it weren't for the Demon King's interference, the truth would be exactly the same. Most of these precious mythical treasures are related to the dragon race. The historical prototype of the Holy Grail in mythology is a rare treasure such as dragon fetal blood or a dragon bone cross. The treasures guarded by fire dragons in Greek mythology are obviously similar.

Medea's combination of her past experiences and knowledge may have caused some misunderstandings, but in this singularity involving the Black King's hatchery, it was a lucky accident.

“Based on the ‘key’ we have obtained, three more keys of the same rank are still missing to open the door to the ‘Golden Fleece’.”

"Huh?" Katniss frowned. "So, it'll take a lot of time to find that ridiculous oversized dragon claw toy?"

“No, perhaps not,” Medea blinked. As a genius magician, she quickly drew a conclusion from the analysis of the key she already possessed.

"I originally thought it would take a long time to analyze, but the key suddenly fluctuated recently. I used magic to record the abnormal wavelength that appeared in this sea area at that time. Maybe I can use this to simulate and create a fake to open the door to the Great Treasure."

What she didn't mention was that there seemed to be some subtle spiritual fluctuation emanating from the key, and Jason was being subtly influenced by it. Medea couldn't discern whether this was good or bad, so she used the guise of searching for the Golden Fleece to continue her intensive investigation.

After all... this is all for Lord Jason's sake!

Medea's mind was racing with a thousand thoughts. Just as she was about to try and communicate with a few more of her companions, her expression suddenly changed. "Someone is approaching! From the air!"

"What, are they enemies?"

Katniss, intrigued, raised her spear. She had been so bored these past few days that she was practically itching to kill any gods she could find, except for sparring with her fellow shipmates.

She had heard that there was some Poseidon, a god of piss, roaming the North Sea, but when she went there with great enthusiasm, she only found some broken parts that drifted on the shore of the island and had a similar aura to the sea god. Everything else was gone, which made her furious.

"Are there more blind humans approaching?" A blond boy in a white robe appeared like a ray of light at the side of the ship, with a round shield or shuttle-shaped weapon in his hand.

"Brother... watch your tone of voice. You need to get along well with your companions." A girl dressed very similarly to the boy appeared beside him, holding a sharp sword.

"Enough with the nonsense! I wasn't talking about my fellow passengers on the ship."

"Ha, it's you, Dioscurois! Don't steal my prey!" Katniss said sharply, brandishing her spear.

As one of the Gemini Dioscuri, the blond boy Castor stood with his hands on his hips, looking indifferent. "We might not, but Hercules might. Woman, if you're so capable, try to persuade him when he's in a highly berserk state."

"Huh? You dare call me a woman? Are you looking for trouble? If you say that again, I'll chop your head off!" Katniss glared angrily, seemingly hating being described as a woman. The dense divine energy from the Sea God's blessing emanated from her, radiating a soaring fighting spirit, and the bright radiance of her armor almost resembled that of a true deity.

"Am I afraid of you? Didn't we spar enough before?" Castor, as a twin god, was not afraid of a half-baked person like Caenis who relied on divine protection. The weapon in his hand floated and spun, drawing a lightning-fast trajectory in the air.

“Brother!” Polux, the other of the twin gods, tugged at his brother Castor’s sleeve.

If the fighting starts on the Argonauts, everyone's ships will be lost.

Look, Jason's face has turned green.

He's probably the most easygoing captain in history right now.

Medea had to remind everyone again, "Everyone, the enemy is here!"

So everyone looked up at the sky and saw a wrecked ship flying overhead. They could faintly hear voices. Those present were either heroes or gods, and those with keen hearing quickly recognized the words: "Argonauts... remnants of the old generation..."

Instantly, Katniss and the twins' expressions turned sour. They began to scan and lock onto the person who had spoken, wondering who it was. Were people from later generations all this arrogant?
At the same time, Hercules, the most robust man on the ship, who resembled a black wall, also sprang out from the stern and roared menacingly at the sky.

(End of this chapter)