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

Chapter 442 was truly a thrilling and exhilarating battle at Red Stone!

"Little nun, are you hungry? Hehehe, the offal soup is here!"

Martha placed a large bowl of freshly cooked, hot, fragrant soup in front of her. The rising steam blurred her vision, and a wave of heat rushed straight to Yaobikuni's face, causing her to instinctively turn her head away.

"Haha, don't let my unwavering commitment to punishing bad pirates at dawn and dusk fool you; I'm quite confident in my soup-making skills."

Martha patted her chest and said with a chuckle, the iron-looking gauntlets clanging against her chest.

Yaobikuni watched helplessly as Martha served her a bowl of hot soup, staring at the sea monster's flesh and unidentified wild vegetables floating in the soup, speechless.

"I see. Actually, at first, when I saw Martha practicing so diligently, I thought she preferred boxing or something like that..."

"Huh? No way, no way, I've never touched fighting before! I have no interest in fighting! I don't like fighting or violence! This boxing... is a kind of cultivation inherited from the saint Jacob!" The Iron Fist Saintess was stunned for a moment and panicked in her heart. Suddenly she started to lie through her teeth.

Martha was quite concerned about her image as a saint. Unlike Joan of Arc, who also came from a village background, she would occasionally inadvertently reveal a crude, vulgar, and belligerent side, behaving like a village bully in her youth, a stark contrast to her saintly title. Therefore, since her canonization, she has tried her best to conceal these traits in front of the general public, even subconsciously correcting her occasional rural accent.

"Well, I'm not punishing pirates out of a desire for violence. Alas, that's how the world is, and I have no choice but to do it... All my struggles these days have been for upholding justice and reforming evildoers!" Martha said as if she knew the suffering of the common people even though she had no interest in fighting for power.

Yaobikuni: "..."

Influence? Physical influence, you mean?

Seeing the atmosphere gradually becoming awkward, Martha chuckled and changed the subject, "Hey haha, this soup is very precious, drink it while it's hot."

"Ah this..."

Yaobikuni was secretly conflicted. Smelling the enticing aroma, she wasn't suspicious that there was any poison in it or that it tasted bad. The main problem was that the ingredients in the soup came from the marine life of this sea, such as fish, shrimp, and sea creatures.

These creatures were originally fine, but now her body has merged into the Black King's corpse. In the hatchery, the two are almost fused together except for some limbs. The creatures outside have been bred over thousands of years after being contaminated by the genes released from the fragments of the Black King's corpse.

Eating these things is tantamount to eating her own offspring... no, more accurately, some kind of dander or excrement. Perhaps this is nothing to dragons; many noble pure-blooded dragons use cocoons to absorb dragon genes from various dragon-blooded creatures when they awaken.

However, her purpose in merging with the Black King was not to become a dragon, but to use this high-ranking being as a springboard to digest and devour the Black King as a "sacrifice" based on mythological rituals, and finally shed her dragon form to become another monster - the Beast of Calamity. Throughout the process, she needed to maintain a human body and senses.

So after acquiring the Black King's senses and mixing them with her own, the girl's fragrant offal soup dish completely transformed into a disgusting mixture of soft, rotten excrement and boiled swill... In short, a history of cooking.

"Drink up, little nun, why aren't you drinking?"

Martha gulped down her food like a whale drinking water, and then looked at the little girl with wide, enthusiastic eyes. "Oh my, tsk tsk tsk, just the right amount of salt, it tastes absolutely delicious! Drink it, drink it while it's hot, why are you looking at me like that?"

Yaobikuni's expression remained unchanged, secretly praising her own acting skills. "It's nothing, it's just that this soup is overcooked and mushy, I'm not used to it."

If it's not burnt, you can secretly filter out the "shi" yourself.

"Really? Maybe I haven't grasped the characteristics of the giant marine creatures in this world enough. I was afraid I wouldn't cook them thoroughly. Besides, you're a child, so cooking them a little mushy is better for digestion. I won't do it again next time." Martha thought for a moment, then realized that Yaobikuni was no ordinary child, as she could send someone flying hundreds of meters away with a single palm strike.

"It's okay, I'll drink it."

"Don't worry, child, I won't burn it again next time," Marta reiterated her assurance.

The little girl nodded, and with a fearless attitude, she prepared herself mentally, clasping her hands together and silently praying:
"It won't burn when cooked."

So, she finished her dinner with a strange mix of emotions, pinching her nose, concluding the day with, "What an exhilarating Akaishi experience!" After dinner, the two discussed information about "the Pirate Era, the Emperors of the Sea, and Haki."

Martha tidied up the bowls and utensils. "To be honest, the intelligence progress in the South China Sea is practically zero. There are very few pirates. The only one with the most famous reputation is the 'Argo,' which seems to be consistent with the heroic story in Greek mythology, but it is not a pirate, and it has nothing to do with any domineering sea emperor."

Yaobikuni said, "Since pirates have mentioned it here, it means that news has come from at least other seas. We will follow and investigate along the way."

In fact, she had already noticed many strange things during the short journey, but some things could not be said openly. To her, Martha was just a convenient tool to be used. All she had to do was secretly guide this straightforward saintess to be irreconcilably opposed to the pirates who were defined as evil.

Martha is a good Martha if she doesn't discover the truth. Once the truth is exposed, her identity as a righteous little girl who is "Buddha's nun" will be ruined.

She pondered the strange phenomena she had sensed. The most striking was the peculiar rhythmic movement of the water in the sea, which seemed to flow in all directions.

If a highly skilled alchemist, such as the White King who performed a similar ritual, were to observe, he would surely be able to uncover the intricate and complex patterns hidden within and grasp the structure of the matrix circuit. However, Yaobikuni is not up to the task. She cannot reach the White King's level. Her ability to handle these operations is due to her own spiritual talent and expertise, coupled with the cheating provided by the Holy Grail given to her by the Demon King.

She has only discovered, through the Black King's perspective, that firstly, the key she prepared for unlocking the seal has not been combined, and is not even moving; secondly, the "history" in the seawater... uh, those dragon genes that could originally be used are gradually decreasing.

It's true that she wants to use the Black King's position to perform a mythical ritual to advance, but these remnants can also be used as a supplement to the spare portion... Anyway, she's already consumed history.

At least we can't let this history go to waste!
That's why Yaobikuni wanted to figure out what had happened, and why those...sea emperors were competing with her for history...?
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Constantine turned to a page of the report, “Our portable ley lines have been running for several days now. According to the system backend maintenance records established by Nuwa, it shows that unlike one-off mythological rituals, the maintenance of this wide-area spiritual field requires consumption.”

"I conducted a detailed water quality test, and the main reduction was likely in components carrying dragon genes. However, this is not a major problem. This place is a special singularity and cannot maintain the status quo for long. From the perspective of maximizing benefits—being able to significantly strengthen our Servants before conquering the singularity is already an unexpected surprise."

"Uh? I don't think this maximizes the benefits."

Emiya spoke from the other end of the communication channel, revealing his half-body image. In the background, two red-haired girls were battling a giant dragon, and the devastating explosions that shattered half of the island's shoreline were a scene of natural disaster.

Constantine paused, the dragon shadow was unfamiliar to him, it wasn't his siblings or Meryuchina's dragon form. "What are you doing?" "Eri said she'd leveled up enough and was going to fight some 'Great Dragon,' so she went to team up and jungle," Emiya said casually.

"What are you fighting?" Constantine thought Old Tang was on the other side the moment he heard the game terminology.

"It's the dragonized Rachel Love."

"The progress is so fast?"

“Yes, I even suspect that our ritual preparations were a bit unnecessary. She wouldn’t need them at all to evolve into a monster of the level from Greek mythology.”

"Hiss..." This kid is terrifying!
Constantine then remembered that this was also a modern-born direct descendant of the Black King Dragon, with the same status as their first-generation brothers. This was a younger sister than Jormungandr. Logically speaking, it should have taken a long time for Regiereve to gradually evolve into her own enormous dragon body. Now it seems that she has awakened in a bungee jump under the effect of bloodline summoning!

"Let's get back to the main point. When it comes to maximizing profits, we're just 'draining the pond to catch all the fish' right now—cleaning up those sea monsters and using rituals to consume the remaining genes. We're not quite at a sustainable level yet."

“Emiya, are you suggesting… sustainable exploitation?” Constantine raised an eyebrow. “Clean up a batch as nutrients and keep another batch for backup cultivation. To be honest, this idea only works if the singularity environment can be preserved; otherwise, simulating this ocean would be far too costly.”

“I was just saying, just in case? We don’t know what Yaobikuni is up to right now,” Emiya shrugged. “Let’s talk about backup plans. Let’s have Nuwa add a program codenamed ‘Infinite Sword Realm’ to the system.”

"The Rome Singularity, is it happening again this time?" Constantine remembered that it could summon the power of an archangel, but it also required faith.

“It’s alright. Pope Ruoan has already integrated the throne given to her by the Divine Ancestor. She said that she can use individuals who are highly associated with angels to perform temporary emergency chain summons.”

Chain summoning also exists.

For example, in the 1.7 Uruk singularity of the FGO storyline, when the goddess Ishtar was summoned, she simultaneously summoned her counterpart, the god of the underworld Ereshkigal.

It goes without saying who is highly associated with and opposed to Michael.

"Hey, let Draco suffer a bit, I'll steal the spotlight."

That's what Emiya said.

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"Ignite the Dragon Furnace: The Great Ancestor Dragon!"

Regille felt the overwhelming power of nature pressing down on her, and could exhale a huge amount of magic with each breath. A certain ethereal Greek belief connected with the elements of heaven and earth, stimulating the terrifying potential in her bloodline, transforming it into a solid and majestic peerless white dragon body and a vast and profound power and strength. The calamity aura of Typhon monsters gradually rose and danced.

Boom!

The torrent of magic swept across in a blinding, thick straight line, shattering the magical barrier that Medea had painstakingly pieced together. Looking at the rapidly crumbling barrier, both she and the god of healing looked grim. After all, Asclepius, the god of healing, was skilled in medicine, not in direct, forceful attacks like the Gemini gods.

Unless there really is some kind of surgical fruit that the doctor can eat on this set.

Polux, one of the Geminis, was in disarray as he flashed around, carving several more deep gashes into the dragon's body. However, while such massive wounds might be fatal to a human, they were insignificant to a dragon.

"Sister, be careful!"

Huhu——

With a whooshing sound in his ears, Polux was momentarily stunned, only to be alerted to the sight of a black dragon attacking from his side. It was Melyuchina, whose speed after transforming into a dragon was a challenge even for the twins who wielded light!

*Pfft!* Castor reacted quickly and rushed to his sister's side, desperately raising his shield to block, but Melyuchina seized the opportunity and knocked him away. Castor spat out divine blood, which formed a bloody line in mid-air!
"Brother!" Poluks was somewhat desperate. It wasn't that she didn't want to dodge, but that she wanted to prevent Regilles' terrifying dragon breath from hitting Medea and the others.

If it were just the two siblings, the situation would be much better; they could have spent time dealing with the two dragons. However, Medea and her companions couldn't keep up with the speed required to do so.

"Our super minions have arrived on the battlefield! Crush them!" The red-haired woman burst into the battlefield, her laughter like silver bells completely shattering the tense atmosphere.

"Watch out—" Medea hadn't finished speaking when she and another woman with a similar appearance rushed toward the white dragon and each threw a punch.

Their punches pierced the air, causing thunder and igniting pale divine flames. They seemed to subtly shake the surrounding natural atmosphere, their divine power overwhelming all directions. Medea was even momentarily stunned by the mental impact. When she looked up again, the entire dragon head had been knocked askew, and the surging dragon breath was thrown into a curve, triggering a towering firestorm that spread in a fan shape across most of the island in the distant vast forest.

The giant dragon Reggie Leif, who had been severely beaten twice, seemed to have become angry under the influence of the dragon's violent personality. She roared in great rage, "The dragon road unfolds: Typhon——!"

Erii stood at the front, coolly reciting her lines, "Want to keep dancing?"

Nono, who was a step behind, almost couldn't hold back. "What happened? We agreed to keep the One Piece references in check!"

Erii suddenly realized, "That's right, I need to think of lines right now, think of lines—"

"Hey, stop playing around! Everyone stop! Give me some face, everyone here!"

Another red-haired figure appeared instantly, accompanied by a deafening roar from the heavens, whose divine power was so intense that it even tore the sky apart!
Medea stood there dumbfounded, first anxious and worried, then astonished, and finally, looking at the terrifying battle that had been stopped by the man's words, her eyes were blank and at a loss. The series of changes in her expression was truly spectacular.

"Who exactly are you people...?"

(End of this chapter)