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

Chapter 444 I will shatter the darkness with thunder!
The storm howled incessantly, the rolling clouds surged endlessly, and the dazzling light of thunder and fire spread in all directions, playing a loud and distant prelude to war high in the sky.

Emiya unleashed his full power once again after a long absence, displaying overwhelming divine might through the massive Susanoo Giant Armor. As he swung his divine sword, the sea of ​​clouds, brimming with water vapor and thunder, seemed to consciously gather towards him, swirling and compressing around the golden super divine sword in his hand.

It was as if the sword was used as a guide to pull a funnel-shaped eye of a storm containing countless natural elements such as water, thunder, wind, and fire.

He manipulated everything with ease, as if a true god were subduing and commanding all things in nature.

This is the power of cultivating domineering aura... Ah, the formidable power brought about by cultivating [Spiritual Reconstruction].

If the body is considered a vessel for divine power, then reshaping the spirit is the direct way to expand that vessel and allow it to hold more power. Only a more powerful vessel can harness higher levels of divine power.

It's important to know that Emiya's Godslayer template initially consisted of a makeshift, rudimentary ritual with a divine core and some Indra's divine lightning—a makeshift version of Susanoo. Strictly speaking, at that time, aside from Susanoo's divine armor, Emiya had no other skills in terms of Godslayer abilities, making it difficult to compare him to a true god.

Now, his power is truly equivalent to that of a god. It is not that his various powers are separate skills, but rather that he can freely and unleash the great power of nature without any restrictions, reigning supreme over all things.

In full power mode, he can summon storms from the sky with a wave of his hand, unleash thunder, and wield great power with this majestic and imposing weapon, just as Susanoo, one of the three noble sons and regarded as the god of storms, the god of war, and the god of destruction, truly descends to earth.

But has he reached the threshold of the main god level yet?

Emiya didn't know, but he figured that level of attainment must not be easy.

If it were the real Typhon face to face, even a god below the level of a chief god would be far from being able to contend with such a mythical monster, and it is not impossible for them to be defeated in a single encounter.

Fortunately, he didn't need to deal with Typhon's true form.

"—!!"

Not far away, Typhon, the dragon that had become the center of the storm, let out a deafening roar that shattered and scattered the rolling clouds.

It should be said that its roaring and howling that shakes the universe is the very essence of a raging storm that shakes and moves all directions.

With the roar of the storm sweeping across the heavens and earth, with the footprints of the thick clouds and the rising flames, and with the overwhelming dragon might that crushes all things, it transformed into a moving storm of heavenly fire, flying straight toward Emiya with fury and ferocity!
Ping! The super storm cloud vortex formed by the divine swords rushed forward without giving way, and the endless atmosphere was cut and shattered by various fluids at high speed and in a tortuous manner, producing a sharp wail.

Boom boom boom——!
In an instant, the collision of these immense powers triggered a terrifying explosion of blinding white light! That intense light illuminated the entire endless sea, and the ensuing shockwave triggered a super tsunami that swept across the entire North Sea!

……

"Wow, that's outrageous!"

Nono wanted to complain that Emiya's actions these days were getting bigger and bigger, almost like he was a god but far from being human, but her voice was drowned out by the hot and humid storm that descended from the sky. Soon, the water vapor rushed in like a violent downpour.

Erii channeled all her strength, coiling her arms with scorching and icy white flames. With a bang, she punched away the water storm in front of them. Only then did they realize that an even more astonishing tsunami and wall of water were about to arrive with unparalleled grandeur, which might completely submerge this Pterodactyl Island in a few minutes.

"This, this is simply... a catastrophe."

Medea and the other Argonauts who had been gathered there were completely dumbfounded. Their voices trembled as they stammered. From the very beginning, they had been shocked by the power of the Chaldea Servants, and now, witnessing the battle between Emiya and Typhon, they were almost numb.

Erii looked at the group's bewildered expressions, not quite understanding how these heroes from mythology could be so ignorant. She calmly waved her hand, indicating:
"It's just a tsunami, a minor matter. All we need to do is bring out the 'Ark of Promise,' Noah."

"Stop making jokes at a time like this! You're not planning to use a coating to dive down and find Fishman Island, are you?" Nono couldn't help but grab the girl's red hair.

"What's there to be afraid of! We have a Dragon Palace princess here too, you know... you know, that Princess Otohime—"

"That's Kiyohime! Don't unilaterally assign roles to others!" Nono felt incredibly tired from all the complaining lately. She turned to Amor, "What are the arrangements for the people backstage?"

“I’m contacting Constantine to help him transfer the strategy to deal with ‘Typhon.’ Don’t worry, everyone on this island, including you, will be safe for the time being. Plerati will use the leyline space magic to relocate in time. I’ve given the password to contact the leylines to Miss Erii.”

Amor reached up to cover his beret on his head to prevent it from falling off, while massaging his aching temples with his fingers and muttering complaints.

"Honestly, I am the god of love, not some messenger like Mercury (Hermes). Don't use my authority to convey love as a communication relay next time!"

"Is it because the communication environment in this environment is not very good, and there's really nothing we can do about it?"

Medea, regaining her senses, was once again surprised to find an additional deity present. She had lost count of how many times she had been startled. "Seriously, you even have a god of love... Cupid? Wait, no..."

Her weak voice was drowned out by the howling wind.

Amor waved his hand, his voice directly reaching Medea's mind, "Pretty much, but this spirit originates from Rome, remember to call me Amor."

"A tsunami is coming!" Boom! Nono shouted as he punched away the massive storm of water vapor.

"Respond to me, Prielatti!"

Erii shouted, and as if triggering some command, the deep underground water veins gathered and erupted with astonishing magical light. Medea stared wide-eyed at this scene, which was extremely similar to the link fluctuations that had caused the Argo to be transferred earlier...

"Go for it, big brother piloting the Gundam! It's okay, you can be just as rough on both of them..."

In the final seconds of the spatial transfer, Erii cheered Emiya up towards the sky again, which made Nono, who was beside her speechless, reach out and cover Erii's mouth:

"This 'Go, big brother!' joke is being used on the wrong person, isn't it? Little sister, whose side are you on?"

“? I’m standing on both sides—” Erii protested indistinctly, pushing the other person’s hand away.

A flash of magical light emanated from the earth's veins, and the group vanished from the shore. A tsunami swept in, its massive force engulfing and crushing everything on the enormous island.

……

A moment earlier, Amor's communication was also transmitted to Emiya, who was engaged in aerial combat, through her mental link.

Thankfully, Emiya didn't take Erii's powerful words to heart, otherwise he would have been speechless with a dark expression, wondering how he could possibly have such a heavy taste in a three-headed dragon... no, a huge one. He'd be lucky to even be able to revert to human form; otherwise, even Zeus himself probably wouldn't have such a massive level of absurdity.

Imagine Zeus, armored by clouds, shielded by thunderbolts, speared by lightning, and arrows of thunderbolts, descending from the heavens in his chariot of time, flanked by Phobos, the god of chaos, and Demois, the god of fear, with Nymph, the goddess of victory, holding her shield in front. The four wind gods are at his command. He battles Typhon fiercely, finally bringing the latter to his knees. Then, taking advantage of the moment, he teases Typhon and reveals a meaningful smile.

"Hey, Typhon, don't turn around, I'm Zeus!"

So…so we conclude that Typhon must have been a servant of Zeus. Oh no, no, no, that's too far-fetched a historical account.

Emiya forced himself to get his thoughts back on track. "We're fighting a giant dragon right now, let's be serious."

“…! Zeus…!!”

Not long after, he heard the enormous, confused dragon body opposite him begin to roar at him. It was as if an eternal, deep-seated hatred was being poured out into the high heavens.

"?...No, little girl, you've really gotten yourself into this?"

The surging dust clouds formed a raging vortex that blotted out the sun in the storm, and magical flames that rose in exaggerated proportions spewed out from the eye of the storm. The attack that Emiya had unleashed with all his might from the storm had caused considerable damage to the dragon's body that was facing the attack head-on. However, dragons are regenerative and have strong vitality, and the injured Typhon dragon body became even more ferocious.

Emiya glanced at the gleaming lightsaber in his hand, crackling with rising thunder, and then thought of Regillereph as the core of their Chaldea mythological ritual in the Endless Sea.

He thought it was probably the same as what Amor had said: another spirit within the dragon's body had mistaken him for Typhon from mythology, and then crawled over to fight with Regille for control of the body.

What a fuss!

We're putting on a grand mythological drama, and suddenly someone comes along and tries to play serious games with us. Seriously, lady, are you out of your mind? Who do you think you are?

Emiya heard Amor's assessment that this spirit that slipped out of the Black King's corpse might lack proper self-awareness, and now it seems that he was right; it's clear that it lacks a good beating from Zeus, the king of the gods.

"Hello? Constantine, is there a quick way to solve this?"

"Yes, yes, my lord, I have three strategies: superior, middle, and inferior." Constantine's tone was strange, as if he couldn't hold back.

"What? Do you have Nuwa (the goddess of mythology) by your side? Stop acting like a strategist. The situation is extremely urgent; tell me quickly!"

"...The worst-case scenario is to stop this mythological ritual, causing Typhon's out-of-control dragon body to naturally disintegrate, but all our preparations over this period will be in vain; the middle-case scenario is to guide Typhon to deal with Yaobikuni, but we haven't found the location of the Black King's hatchery yet, and Typhon's loss of control carries unpredictable risks."

"The best strategy is for you to become Zeus and defeat Typhon according to the mythological process. This maximizes the ritual's effectiveness, preserves both Typhons, and even if you don't obtain the power of the chief god, you'll at least receive a boost to the power of thunder."

'Shall I be Zeus?'

Emiya listened in a daze, but then a clear and powerful female voice popped up on the Amor mental communication channel:

"You'll be Zeus, no doubt about it! If you can't trust this kid, can't you trust me?"

'It really is Nuwa,' Emiya recognized the voice. Constantine weakly retorted that he was not young at all.

"The problem is that Typhon was originally planned as the core of the ritual, but now Zeus has been added as a new character. Can you manage to make the necessary adjustments in the backend?"

"Hehehe, don't underestimate me! Don't forget who orchestrated the Infinite Sword Realm for you back then. And I'm very knowledgeable about the gods who wield thunder; you should know that according to the *Hetu*, the Thunder Dragon God was actually the father of my ancestor, Nuwa!"

When Nuwa gave the instructions, she spoke very quickly, "Oh, right, Amor, contact Priladi. I heard she has several Greek Servants there. Have her transfer them over. Also, secretly make contact with Reggie and say a few words that you need her to feign cooperation..."

"Enough! I'd rather jump off a cliff than be a mouthpiece again. Don't come looking for me next time, thank you!" Amor had reached her limit.

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.

The spiritual world of the majestic dragon body.

Regina looked resistant. "Don't come any closer! I don't want to become one with you!"

If it weren't for the predatory look in her eyes, as if she were about to be cruelly devoured and destroyed, she would have thought she had encountered some kind of mythical lesbian.

The red-haired woman approached coldly, a dark, crimson mist swirling around her like a terrifying storm. She was a terrifying monarch with gleaming golden eyes. "Sister! You cannot refuse me! Merge with me, awaken to become the complete Typhon, and take revenge on the evil Olympian gods! This is your destiny!"

"Who's your sister?" Reggie Love asked angrily, leaping back to avoid the billowing mist. "Then tell me, what's the price?"

"everything!"

"Are you stupid? We're not Typhon! This is a ceremony, a ceremony!"

Reggie Love was furious. "We're all just actors! Are you crazy? If you keep going like this, this ceremony is doomed! You dare to swallow me? This Typhon dragon-shaped Gundam will be forcibly disconnected from the internet by the backstage crew right now!"
"..." The red-haired woman ignored her and continued to approach.

Regina thought to herself, "How come this guy is even more stubborn than me?" Just as she was about to put up with this crazy woman with her stubborn head, she suddenly heard Amor's secret voice transmission in her ear, which made her eyes bulge.

What the heck? Zeus really exists? You guys can add scenes on the spot?
After accepting the current situation, Regina looked cautiously at the cold-faced red-haired woman. "We can't keep going like this. Look, it seems like the other side is about to strengthen their forces. How about we cooperate?"

The woman's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and a thick black aura swept around her, making her look cold and terrifying, like a stunningly beautiful, red-clad female ghost who had existed for millennia. "Is Zeus here?"

"He...he could be."

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.

"Power! Power is surging up!"

Emiya realized that Nuwa wasn't exaggerating; a blessing similar to the Infinite Sword Realm he had experienced before appeared in the world, causing the thunderous power he wielded to suddenly activate and its power to increase dramatically.

He strongly suspected that the way Nuwa added scenes was by embedding a built-in system of earth veins similar to the one used in the Roman battlefield. It was essentially a beta patch on Constantine's mythological ritual, with the only difference being that the system keyword 'sword' was changed to 'lightning'.

Sword Art Online ×, Thunder Art Online √

But we can't say they're being lazy and misappropriating funds; at least they're very efficient at doing it this way.

Rumble, rumble!

The thunder that swept across the heavens and earth suddenly expanded, and terrifying shrieks and explosions merged into one. Emiya held a golden sword-shaped divine light, with thousands of fine blue and white arcs of electricity wrapped around it. As the thunder grew louder, his huge figure was swallowed up by the long stream of light that spread into a wide pool of thunder.

Then, at a command, the Thunder Eagle with its astonishing wingspan soared out of the Thunder Pool, carrying immense heavenly might as it hurtled through the sky!
Accept God's judgment! Shatter the darkness with thunder!
"3000 million volts Thunderbird!"

(End of this chapter)