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

Chapter 443 I am you, and you are me!
"Oh no, my lines got stolen..."

Erii stood there blankly, just like Medea, but her thoughts were different. She was regretting that she hadn't thought of her lines yet, and that Emiya had taken them away from her.

Wow! She wants to be a user of the "Face Fruit" too!
Nono covered her face helplessly. She didn't need to guess what Erii's expression of regret was about. "Ha...you want Reggie to give you face? There's no way you can imagine that!"

Given Reggie Lefranco's uniquely stubborn and obstinate nature, aside from Emiya, whom she has known the longest, she only has a casual relationship with Melyuchina, who is also a dragon. She has only a general relationship with other people, unless it is her grandmother Maria the Star who is resurrected and reborn.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!
In the sky, the clouds broke apart, lightning flashed and blinding white light appeared, as if the face of a god of heaven was twisted and torn apart by a wrathful roar, revealing majestic nasolabial folds, and an invisible, terrifying spiritual fluctuation spread through the air.

"...!" After the others stopped fighting at Emiya's shout, the pale dragon withstood the astonishing divine pressure, using its massive, thick limbs to tear open a valley-like crack in the rocky beach, its voice low and gloomy.

After a few seconds, the frenzied, war-craved look in those huge, cyan-gold eyes, fueled by the tyrannical dragon nature, was finally suppressed.

"Regie Love?"

Emiya, standing in front of Nono and Erii, frowned and tentatively asked a question.

Reggie Love, who had transformed into what appeared to be Typhon's dragon form, let out a low growl, seemingly responding subconsciously, but what followed was a struggle and confusion flashing in her dragon eyes.

Something's wrong; it seems like it hasn't reverted to human thinking yet.

"?" Erii waved her hand enthusiastically, stepped forward, and made hand gestures while muttering:

"What number is this?" "You are a dragon!" "Charizard, use Seismic Toss!" "Blue-Eyes White Dragon, Burst Gale Blast!" "Crush! Shatter! Cheers!"

Nono couldn't help but complain, "Eri, stop ruining the world of One Piece!"

Emiya slapped Erii's teasing hand away, urging her to stop. "It's not intellectual decline or amnesia. Her mental state is problematic, with a certain degree of instability."

He didn't have the leisure to train and play like the girls. He had previously observed that Regiereve's dragon transformation speed was faster than Constantine had expected. He originally thought it was a positive change, but now it seemed that there was something else going on.

"Meliuqina, do you know what happened?"

In stark contrast to the pale white, the jet-black dragon flapped its wings, stirring up fierce winds, and descended, letting out a high-pitched roar. Abundant magic power rippled through a specific rhythm, manifesting as the sound.

[I don't know, but what I do know is that Reggie's dragon body advancement process is normal, and there has been no external interference. In fact, it's been extremely smooth... too smooth.]

"I see. It seems that this was an accident caused by a combination of special factors that we inadvertently overlooked..."

Emiya waved for BB to contact Constantine and the research group, and then urgently notified a certain unreliable Roman goddess of love, since she was the only one in Chaldea who was skilled in mental diagnosis.

"...!!"

Without warning, the Typhon dragon form that Reggie Reeves had transformed into roared in pain again, the tone of which was unclear. The astonishing magical power gathered within her body surged dramatically. Emiya's expression immediately turned serious; this power could no longer be explained by a simple ascension ritual.

Something else must have been mixed in.

The terrifying pressure from the dragons nearly distorted the air, and magic swept across the land. The God of Healing turned pale, while Medea, whose spirit origin level was rather ordinary, was almost unable to straighten her back under the pressure.

I glanced up briefly and saw that the center of the massive magical storm had become a dark, crimson-tinged dragon silhouette. Power, from who knows where, was still surging, and new flesh and blood sprouted and intertwined on both sides of the dragon's head, eventually giving it the appearance of a three-headed dragon.

...Ah, a multi-headed monster.

It roared to the sky, its voice, imbued with dragon might, seemingly capable of resounding throughout the universe and overwhelming the world. The crazed look in its dragon eyes revealed a chaotic consciousness. The three-headed Typhon opened its mouth, unleashing a torrent of magic that it could no longer suppress. However, the three red-haired men and women, quick-witted and agile, each threw a punch, causing the dragon's head to tilt again. With a thunderous boom, the ground trembled violently, and a huge stream of crimson and white light pierced through the sky and flew towards the endless sea.

"Cough cough!"

"Are you alright, Medea?" Pollux rushed over immediately, catching the female magician who almost tripped. But as she spoke, her eyes remained fixed on Reggie Love, and the power she exuded, even more exaggerated than during the previous battle, made the divine servant tremble with fear.

Medea shielded her face from the violent wind and strained to open her eyes, "This overwhelming monster...it feels...like Typhon?"

“Ah, it’s probably true,” Pollux’s voice trembled slightly. This kind of monster was enough to leave a psychological scar on Greek Servants and even gods. “How exactly did that monster that defied the gods reappear…”

"Who exactly are they?"

Medea was horrified, and her suspicions about Emiya and the others grew stronger.

"I say, you still have time to worry about this?" Asclepius, the god of medicine, tightened his black cloak amidst the magical storm unleashed by the dragon, using his serpent staff for support. "Why don't you think about how to save your lives—"

Before she finished speaking, Medea opened her eyes wide.

It wasn't because of the words of the God of Healing, but because the sky was filled with an equally vast and abyss-like divine might.

The purple-white lightning, like a torrential downpour, frantically intertwined to form a giant net of lightning that impacted Typhon's dragon body, which was flapping its wings and rampaging with magic. The howling winds swept from the high heavens to the four corners of the world, bringing rolling clouds and torrential rain, and stirring up huge waves on the sea.

Gundam... no, a purple giant figure hundreds of meters tall stood on the earth.

The actions of the God of Healing, the Twins, and others were synchronized without exception—they stared blankly at the divine armor, just like Medea, and for a moment they glimpsed the divine might of Zeus, the king of gods.

Then, Emiya's voice rang out from the armored giant, which resembled a Gundam:
"I'm sorry... Typhon, you're too dangerous!"

"—The Kusanagi Sword! A flash of divine sword, severing all eight meridians!"

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.

"Whoa!"

Regina Reeves's inner world is a world of ice and snow.

She felt herself being swept away by a dense, dark red storm that seemed to come from nowhere, a storm desperately trying to pull her into the depths of the icy northern sea. Regina had to exert all her strength to fight it off, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

She quickly recalled her experience. At first, she was just training with Melyuchina. Soon after, a boy named Constantine came over and told her about his and Emiya's decision to participate in the Mythological Grand Mystic Ritual and elevate Typhon, the Great Ancestor Dragon, to a monster among monsters in Greek mythology that could rival the gods, based on a pre-arranged singularity environment.

This was Reginald's own offer to help, and Emiya and the others had specifically designed this ceremony, so how could she refuse? Typhon, also known as Typhoon, according to the Theogony, was the son of Gaia, the Earth Mother. He possessed the head of a hundred dragons, a black tongue, fire-breathing eyes, a body taller than the heavens, covered in feathers, and had a pair of wings. The Dionysica further recounts how Typhon stole Zeus's thunderbolts and roared wildly, frightening all the gods except Zeus and Athena into transforming into animals and fleeing to Egypt.

This monster, whose appearance is so distinctly Croesus-like, is also known as the Primordial Dragon of Greek mythology. In Regille's view, this is perfectly reasonable. Given that the entire worldview is inextricably linked to dragons, the true prototype of any mythological monster is none other than a famous dragon.

As Regina realized this, the crimson storm suddenly ceased; it dispersed in mid-air like a thick fog, then coalesced towards its center, taking on a human form—

A girl with long, bright red hair and a black dress.

"Who are you! State your name—"

As soon as Regina Leif uttered those words, she instinctively covered her mouth.

The reason was simple: apart from hair color and clothing, the woman in front of him looked exactly like him.

In other words, the only difference was that she wore a white dress with pale long hair and silver-gray eyes, while the woman opposite her wore a black dress with red hair and had a delicate face with dazzling golden eyes.

"I am you, and you are me."

The woman opposite suddenly spoke.

"This is impossible!"

"Why is it impossible? You and I share the same bloodline, a great and sublime supreme bloodline flows between us, and creation has made us into a supreme and noble spirit and body that are in harmony with each other... Therefore, you and I are one, so why distinguish between us?"

No, no, no, this isn't right, is it?

Regina Reif took two steps back, shocked and pale. She had never heard of having an 'other me'! Perhaps if Erii were here, she would be full of curiosity and tentatively asking, "Answer my call, other me!" "What's the difference between a king and a mount?"

But she wouldn't. She could only feel a chill run down her spine at the sudden appearance of a stranger in her heart, just like when Yaobikuni had tricked her by posing as Maria's grandmother. Therefore, extremely wary, Reginald looked at the woman opposite her, whose eyes seemed to say, "Come on! Let me devour you, let us become one!"

Wait, could it be... this guy is—

"Eight hundred nuns!"

"?"

The woman opposite her was initially puzzled, then revealed a negative expression of disdain, resentment, and anger, and took another step forward, saying, "That guy is nothing but a despicable human thief."

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.

"Little nun, we'll be ashore soon, don't worry!" a voice said from outside the cabin, followed by a loud "thud" that sounded almost like a cannonball being fired.

"Ugh..." came a weak and feeble reply.

To be honest, sailing with Martha wasn't a good experience. This woman wasn't one of those navigators who could sail safely through storms. Her ability to travel long distances quickly relied on her unparalleled fists and arms. With a swing of her elbow, she could throw a small pebble with the power of a cannon. With a casual flick of her wrist, she could use the reaction force to make the entire ship "drift in the air".

"I didn't expect the little nun to have seasickness symptoms. Don't worry, don't worry, it definitely won't happen next time. I will try my best to master the method of using my fists to generate stable forward momentum!" Martha patted her chest and promised for the umpteenth time.

I vaguely remember her repeatedly assuring me last time not to burn the food.

The little girl-like Yaobikuni really wanted to roll her eyes at that moment, but then the cabin shook violently with the force of the punch, and she swayed and rolled over repeatedly like a salted fish...

I'm impressed. At this rate, even people who don't get seasick will be overwhelmed by Martha's aggressive playstyle.

Even so, Yaobikuni wasn't seasick. Her poor mental state was because she wasn't the original body; the little girl's body, which had barely escaped from the sealed incubation field, had its limits in terms of energy.

The main body needs to work hard to merge with the Black King's corpse and use most of its power, along with the Holy Grail, to suppress the Black King's immortal spiritual consciousness.

Her remaining resources were quite limited. She needed to ensure the original plan proceeded smoothly, such as unifying the four keys to expedite the seal's release, and also investigate the mysterious sea emperors and their various schemes and plots in different waters across the four seas.

"Wow..."

Suddenly, Yaobikuni felt a wave of palpitations and dizziness. Her face turned pale, and she collapsed to the ground, cold sweat pouring down her chest and back.

This...this seems to be a problem on the main side...!?

The Black King's corpse suddenly retaliated violently, and even a part of its spiritual entity split off and escaped?

The fallen nun, in her desperate contemplation, finally understood the crux of the matter:
Having expended his power to create this little girl, the Black King's original power was reduced, making it less abundant. This gave the Black King's spiritual will room to resist. However, Yaobikuni was certain that without additional influence, the Black King's dying will could not suddenly reignite.

The other party must have used the arrangement in the sea to carry out some kind of ritual, and set a trap for her when she separated her powers and went out, and turned the tables on her!
That hateful emperor of the sea! How could he be so cunning!

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.

"That despicable Yaobikuni! How could she be so cunning!"

Erii, watching the giant dragon whose body had turned crimson black and was now fighting Emiya again, said, "Let's sabotage this while we're training for the Mega Evolution Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon!"

Are you playing Pokémon or Yu-Gi-Oh!?! Aren't you going to be the woman of One Piece anymore?!
Nono suppressed the urge to complain and asked the rushing Cupid Amor again, "Are you sure there are two spiritual entities inside Reggie Love, and the other one is the Black King's?"

"To be precise, it's a part of the Black King's spirit... incomplete. I'm not sure if this form of spirit has a correct self-awareness. That thing might also see itself as another Reggie Love or as Typhon."

Amor shook his head and said, "As we deduced before, since we already know that Yaobikuni is merging with the Black King, then the arrival of her spiritual body is most likely related to this mastermind." (Yaobikuni: ?)
"...Things seem to have gotten complicated. Regina, or rather Typhon, has become two?" Nono sighed deeply.

Erii nodded. "It's alright, Emiya and he's both equally rough around the edges—"

Nono interrupted the spellcasting, "Enough! Can't you be a little more civilized and promote positive values ​​when you're making memes?"

"I think you don't understand at all. This is the language of the strong..."

(End of this chapter)