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

Chapter 445 "Mythological Film Viewing: Zeus Overpowers Typhon at the Start"

Whoosh!
With a long cry, the thunderbird, shaped like an eagle, pierced the sky and struck the majestic dragon. The long trail it left behind instantly transformed into thousands of bolts of lightning that exploded in the storm, dispelling the dust and flames. It was as if it were announcing to the world the arrival of the mighty eagle, the messenger of the great father god Zeus.

Typhon unfurled its crimson dragon wings and roared alone in the eye of the super typhoon. It was a moving sea of ​​fire, an approaching storm, and the source of all destruction.

As if it were because Nuwa's plan was going smoothly, it seemed to have truly entered the scene of Zeus and Typhon's battle in Greek mythology. Its head and face became more and more ferocious and angry. The rushing wind element and the leaping fire element mixed together and swirled around it, performing a world-destroying dance, accompanied by hurricanes and storms. Black and red torrents spewed out from the dragon's throat.

Sizzle, sizzle——

The eagle let out another long cry, a loud, piercing sound. Its broad wingspan transformed into a huge, terrifying blue-white ball of electricity, slicing horizontally into Typhon's torrent of breath. The ball of electricity, like a stubborn rock thrown into the middle of a river, instantly blocked the turbulent flow, creating a deafening roar.

But then Typhon's left and right heads respectively unleashed ominous red magic cannons, bypassing the ball lightning and bombarding the vast blue ocean of lightning from both sides.

However, after the ball lightning erupted, Emiya was already prepared for his next move. At this moment, his whole body seemed to be tightly wrapped by lightning. The excessively intense divine lightning tore his upper body clothes apart, revealing muscles as solid as steel. The torn clothes, which looked like fluffy, flowing Greek robes from a distance, danced with the lightning and transformed into a majestic divine halo.

Countless tiny sparks of electricity danced and intertwined on the surface of the divine armor, gradually resonating with the thunderous roar echoing across the vast sky. He then raised his arm and waved the golden lightning in his hand, shouting, "6000 million volts - Thunder Dragon!"

In an instant, scales and claws flashed with boundless lightning, and a long, slender dragon shattered the void, soaring through the clouds and instantly obliterating the thick, red beams of magical light. Typhon, enraged, increased his output, while Emiya, feeling the power of the myriad lightning bolts, relentlessly unleashed streaks of divine punishment lightning, like dragons and beasts, tearing through the curtain of the sky.

As the ritual behind Nuwa progressed smoothly, Emiya's Susanoo began to grow dazzlingly large as the battle continued. Its white and blue aura, like a mythical power bank, merged into his armor, causing it to expand and eventually grow into a thousand-meter giant, no smaller than Typhon. The shape of his armor resembled Takemikazuchi, yet it also possessed the indescribable aura of the Great Father God Zeus.

"Two Hundred Million Volts - Thor!"

Meanwhile, as the battles became more frequent, destructive energy dissipated in all directions from mid-air. Rolling dust, carrying shockwaves, crushed and shattered the thick cumulus clouds over the entire North Sea, and terrifying kinetic energy and high-energy elemental flows shook many North Sea islands, including Winged Dragon Island, to pieces.

The spatial chaos was constant and shocking. Excessive fire, lightning, and aurora even swept across the sea of ​​fire and the raging thunderous celestial phenomena, constantly breaking through the limits of the sky above this singularity. It shattered the illusory boundaries of Nibelungen and exposed the vast void, the disordered laws, and the unfathomable chaotic black imaginary world outside. Everything began to become psychedelic and terrifying, surpassing any imaginable nightmare.

The two supreme beings of the mythical era fought to the edge of the world, even obliterating the Great Dao.

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.

Moments ago, Medea, with mixed feelings, was teleported by Plelat's magic to the Chaldea Singularity frontline fleet. According to the people who "captured" their Argo, this was merely the headquarters of their "Red-Haired Pirates".

However, Medea gripped her wand tightly, not believing this one-sided story.

From the moment she witnessed the intricate spatial teleportation, the powerful aura of the Servant legion with its exceptionally high average combat skills, and even the multiple divine-level powers, Medea assessed this armed group as extremely dangerous.

If these people hadn't repeatedly emphasized that they were there to resolve the impending crisis and save the world from destruction, and that with their strength there was no need for them to treat Argo kindly or compromise, Medea would have almost called upon her friends and companions to gather a crew and then try to escape.

Look how frightened this child is.

Among the group of people responsible for "escorting" the Argo, those who were more perceptive, like Nono, had already noticed Medea's unnaturalness and looked at her with a hint of pity.

"Don't worry, we, the Red-Haired Pirates, keep our word. Not a single hair on your crew will be missing."

In the somber atmosphere, Medea, the Healer, and the wounded twins finally reunited with their companions and witnessed Jason yawning in a massage chair, as well as Katniss, who had borrowed money to buy several large portions of pan-fried foie gras, beef tartare, and Wellington steak and was enjoying a hearty meal.

Well, I was a bit dumbfounded.

Medea, who had been on the edge of her seat on the battlefield and on edge the whole way, finally saw Caenis eating heartily and felt an absurd sense of déjà vu, as if she had been in a mythical battlefield one second and was back home having a champagne feast the next.

The world's diversity is right before our eyes.

"Well?"

Katniss chewed on a sea monster meat rib, grease slowly dripping from the corner of her mouth. "Why are you taking so long to get here?"

"So slow..." Jason yawned, lifted his eyelids slightly, and then rolled over to lie down, mainly trying to be perfunctory.

The twins and the God of Healing looked stunned, and even Medea puffed out her cheeks as she stared at these two unreliable fellows, "...Lord Jason!!"

What's with you guys acting like you've already decisively "defected to the enemy" and are still complaining that we're not keeping up?
"Huh!?" Jason was startled by the eerie tone in Medea's voice. He jolted awake, dispelling the drowsiness that had accumulated while lying in the massage chair.

"Hahaha, welcome back to my crew! Don't worry, the rest of our companions are all here. Atalanta is very interested in the hunting activities here, and Hercules has signed up for that so-called 'Haki Training Program.' If you're not planning on doing anything, you can go back to the Argo. Theseus and Orpheus are still sticking to guard the ship."

Medea was silent for a moment. "Does Lord Jason mean that we Argonauts have joined... the Red-Haired Pirates?"

"That's right!"

Jason casually picked up a glass of white wine, took a quiet sip, and looked comfortable and content.

"Medea, you've seen it all along the way. They have powerful resources and military strength, such advanced technology, and strong execution capabilities. Moreover, their intelligence is far superior to ours. To openly confront them without understanding the situation is foolish. As for me, I've thought long and hard for your future and come up with this desperate measure. This is called being a wise man when you know when to yield!"

Medea's voice was devoid of emotion, "Just like when Lord Jason abandoned me (before his death) to marry Glaucoma, the daughter of Creon, King of Corinth?"

Damn it, Medea is a landmine! Jason never expected to trigger Medea's minefield at this moment. He was immediately in a bad mood and his face turned green as if he had eaten arsenic. Meanwhile, Katniss just coldly ate her steak. Because of her past experiences, she, like Medea, couldn't stand ugly men. But since he was a companion on the Argo, she could only stand by and watch.

As Jason broke out in a cold sweat, Medea unexpectedly brushed the matter aside, saying, "Lord Jason, as your crew, we respect your choice, but we are curious, you seem to have received very good treatment. Is this a perk of 'voluntary surrender'?"

Medea's indifferent tone seemed to be a veiled sarcasm about the perks of surrendering and becoming collaborators, but Jason was now more confident: "Don't misunderstand! This is not it. We just joined and we're penniless because they don't recognize gold and silver as currency. They recognize 'points' instead. This chair of mine and the food that Katniss eats are all borrowed."

"Points? What are those, and how do I earn them?"

Jason replied, "It's like the metal currency we understand, but it's invisible and intangible, hidden in the Servant's account. Our Argonauts haven't been registered yet. Atalanta and Heracles heard that participating in the event could quickly earn points, so they rushed over excitedly, but I don't know if they've earned any yet. If you ask me, there's no rush, just wait for the arrangements..."

Medea nodded. It was somewhat like a mercenary group that did things for money, except that the technology was much more advanced, and the level of organization and tightness of the organization was worlds apart from what she knew of the era.

As they learned more, Jason introduced them to Captain Drake and the three Gorgon sisters walking nearby. Medea and the others then realized that they were not isolated cases, and their mood gradually calmed down during the conversation.

Soon, they received the "arrangement" Jason had mentioned.

"My name is Nuwa, and I am the temporary leader of the 'Okeanos Myth' operation. Please follow me."

The newcomer appeared to be a petite girl with an ethereal and otherworldly air. She gave instructions in a few words, and the Argonauts instinctively followed. Even Atalanta and Hercules followed behind rather obediently, clearly indicating that the girl's strength was beyond imagination.

Nuwa glanced at them twice, then withdrew her aura of being a superior immortal. "Thank you all for your cooperation. If there has been any rudeness before this, please forgive me. As the person in charge, I can promise that everyone on the Argo is crucial to this operation. Regardless of success or failure, I will approve a huge reward of points."

The group exchanged glances, and Jason stepped forward again, saying, "Uh, you mean a crucial operation? You don't mean we have to go and fight that... Typhon... do you?"

Medea recalled the scene of the natural disaster that had just occurred, and a chill ran through her heart.

"Don't worry, we will only assign you to the most suitable uses, and everyone will do their job," Nuwa smiled. "Trust me, we have extremely rich experience in this kind of situation."

What do you mean by having "extremely rich experience"? Does it mean you're good at solving problems, or good at creating such large-scale situations?
Argo and the others stared wide-eyed, unsure whether to offer praise or express awe.

"Let me give you a full overview of our plan. As you can see, we have meticulously planned most of the areas in this Endless Sea," Nuwa said, casually unfurling a screen with her sleeve. The screen displayed a dense array of active, flickering lights and indistinct lines, which surprised Medea, who could guess the sheer scale of the project.

“We need to place key elements at four locations to maintain the stability of the ritual site through the four-element system. Using this map as a reference, you can see that Captain Drake is in charge of the ‘fire’ on the right, Bartholomew is in charge of the wind in front, Gorgon and the others are in charge of the water in the back, and there is also the land on the left. In short, each of our points is scattered across the four seas.”

Nuwa pointed her finger, "We will dispatch advanced submarines, along with combat personnel and followers, to ensure safety."

The screen flickered, revealing a high-tech ship freely navigating the imaginary realm.

Jason marveled at the otherworldly warship before saying, "Understood, I'll be in charge of the western sea on the left..."

"No, I have other plans over there. I've already told you, the people of Argo are special."

"?"

A few minutes later, they were all seated in what looked like a movie theater in modern times. Hercules, a big guy, even plopped down in a seat meant for three or four people. After Nuwa arranged their seats, she gave them free drinks and popcorn, plus a pair of 4DX glasses for each of them.

The enormous screen first displayed a line of text:

This film is based entirely on true events and contains no special effects.

[Now for the movie: Greek Mythology - Zeus vs. Typhon]

The scene quickly shifts to a moment where Emiya, in his Thunder God form, is beating Typhon, a giant dragon radiating a dark red aura of calamity.

"???"

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.

Chaldea headquarters.

Caesar squinted as he carefully read the report submitted by Nuwa: "A New Model for the Reconstruction of Mythical Ritual for Spiritual Rebuilding, and the Revelation Brought by the Spiritual Structure of the Demon God Pillar Intelligence Entity."

"To be honest, this approach is a bit new. Is it really reliable? Old Tang, you're the only one in headquarters who knows this stuff. Can you tell me about it?"

Old Tang finally managed to turn his attention away from the exciting Supreme Battle broadcast live from the observation room. He glanced at the report with a sigh of helplessness. "Hey, it's no big deal. Anything my sister-in-law makes is bound to be top-notch. She's a genius who can create thought-provoking discs."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point. What does this 'movie viewing' have to do with mythological rituals? Let me make this clear first, don't bring up Chinese web novels with me."

"Oh dear, we've been observing singularity operations at headquarters all day long. This isn't watching a movie; it's a live stream! ...Alright, alright, Director, think about it. What is the essence of the Spiritual Reconstruction Myth Ritual? It's a ritual that gathers the spiritual consciousness and beliefs of intellectual life, manifests power through a special environment, and is thus constructed."

"How is the special environment special? How do consciousness and spirit converge?" Old Tang spoke eloquently. "To put it simply... do you know about the observer effect in quantum theory? Everything has a superposition state, some are born and some are dead. It's just that the observation of the general public allows everyone to complete the convergence and collapse into a single result—some are alive and some are dead. Otherwise, without observation, everyone would be Schrödinger's cat, both alive and dead."

"That's what spiritual reconstruction is all about. It uses a special environment to create a superposition state, putting Emiya in a superposition state where he is both Emiya and Zeus, and making Regiereif both Regiereif and Typhon. Now the singularity is a large observation field, and the crowd inside, as well as those Greek Servants, are all observers. As long as they believe that this is Zeus fighting Typhon, it will become real! The power will come!"

Old Tang rattled off a whole bunch of nonsense, managing to interpret the mythical ritual of Nuwa's subjective projection as an observer effect. It was as if alchemy and human technology had fought a fierce battle, only to shake hands and reach the same conclusion in the end, leaving everyone speechless.

Caesar frowned, feeling that this seemed both reasonable and somewhat nonsensical.

(End of this chapter)