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

Chapter 446 You are the light, you are the electricity, you are the only myth.

"So this is your excuse for sneaking in to watch the live broadcast from the front lines from the observation room? How can you live up to the expectations of your superiors, and the recommendations of your old friends Emiya and Nuwa?" Caesar himself was a veteran orator. With a quick thought, he turned the tables and immediately regained control of the conversation.

Old Tang was stunned at first, then quickly waved his hand to shift the blame:

"Hey! I... I didn't want this to happen either. I've been pretty free lately, and there's been no intelligence from the Hidden Ones either. Apparently, it's a problem with the abnormal flow of time... I'm such a bored liaison on the platform, I have absolutely nothing to do. You can't expect me to just stare at a black screen, can you?"

"There's been absolutely no movement from the Hidden Ones? That's not right."

Caesar felt something was off. Shouldn't there be regular meetings and performance reports? Could it be that the alien god was secretly up to something?
It's important to know that the Hidden Ones have played a crucial role in many of Chaldea's technological advancements, providing valuable information and guidance, especially given the unique environment of the world where Percy and Chu Zihang live, where alchemy and other technologies seem to be particularly advanced.

"Alright, that's not the point right now. Let's put that aside for a bit and talk about the current situation," Caesar said with a serious expression. "Seriously, don't try to fool us with that quantum mechanics nonsense this time. Doesn't Nuwa's 'New Model' clearly state the research inspiration for the Demon God Pillar? It's obviously a result of applying a completely new mental structure, isn't it?"

Old Tang subtly pursed his lips, thinking to himself that he'd heard from veteran employees that Director Caesar hadn't done well in alchemy when he was studying in Kassel, and that he was becoming increasingly difficult to fool.

"Ahem, actually, I was just explaining quantum theory to make it easier for non-professionals like you to understand. After all, even you, Director, need a simpler explanation! Logically speaking, Caesar, this isn't your first time dealing with these enemies. You should know very well what the biggest characteristic of the Demon God Pillar is. Once you know that, Nuwa's model plan won't be hard to understand."

Caesar suspected that Don was once again playing coy to cover for himself. "What are the characteristics of the Demon Pillars? Big eyeballs?"

"Yeah!"

Old Tang clapped his hands loudly, raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and looked at the student with an air of smug satisfaction:

"The Demon Pillar has so many eyes; these eyes must be related to its core function. And what do we usually use our eyes for? Observation! Director, have you thought of anything? This is a classic example of the observer effect!"

Damn it, we've come full circle again, haven't we!

Is it really a matter of being unable to decide a problem, and resorting to quantum mechanics?
The hard pen in Caesar's hand cracked and splintered. "You mean, the way the Demon Pillars operate is like an observer in quantum theory, observing the entire world? And according to your logic, the Demon Pillars burning the world is also their act of collapsing the superposition state of the entire world into 'destruction'?"

"Oh yes, yes, Director, you're a genius at applying knowledge to new situations!"

Old Tang's tone became even more cheerful, and his happy-looking eyebrows twitched.
"You see, this report also says that the Demon Pillars' attack ability is to ignite flames by staring into their eyes. So, if they burn down the entire world and history, isn't that done by observing the entire history of humankind? Of course, there are countless other observers in the world who won't let their few powerful observers manipulate them. So, under this mutually restraining observation mechanism, the distortion of history and the birth of singularities are created!"

Caesar turned his head and placed the communication channel he had just secretly dialed on the table. "Look, Miss Nuwa, this is what Old Tang said. Do you think there's any truth to this nonsense?"

Old Tang stared wide-eyed at the communicator beside Caesar, a mixture of shock and regret flashing across his eyes. He never expected Caesar to play dirty tricks on him, secretly calling Nuwa on the front lines. After all, considering the time when the Divine Continent ideological disk was being built, Nuwa was Old Tang's former superior, and now she was the submitter of this report that he had misinterpreted.

Nuwa, the goddess on the opposite side, chuckled, "So that's how he fooled you?"

Old Tang tried to cover it up, "Uh, sister-in-law, it's a misunderstanding, it was just a joke..."

"However, it's not entirely unreasonable. The current explanation of quantum theory can still summarize part of the essence of the world. It is correct, but it is also general. Compared with alchemy, it is not perfect enough."

Nuwa managed to save face for Old Tang, saying, "Because if you insist on applying it this way, you'll find that many mysterious phenomena conform to quantum mechanics."

"For example, the Realistic Marble in magic, or in other words the Nibelungen, is a kind of thing where personal will manifests mental images and distorts reality. It can also be considered as a strong observer's forced observation of the world perceived by themselves."

"The problem is that the quantum terminology is too broad... You can talk about it casually when popularizing science, but you can't do it in a report."

Old Tang pursed his lips. "Oh right, what can he do when the director asks him to explain? Anyway, you're the leaders, whatever you say is right."

Then he heard Nuwa speak as if she were giving a speech, "Now I'll briefly talk about a few points."

"The new model used this time is indeed based on research findings on the Demon Pillar 'Flauros'. I discovered that most of the characteristics of the Demon Pillar originate from its unique mental structure."

"Of course, the observation function of the Demon God Pillars that Old Tang just mentioned is also included. So let me continue. In addition to this aspect, the Demon God Pillars obviously also have the function of time travel. Their observation spans from ancient times to the present. How did they descend upon different eras?"

"The method is to attach oneself to the bloodline of a human in the corresponding era. The chosen target human will awaken as a Demon God Pillar and immediately carry out the Demon King's order to distort and burn history in that era."

"I wonder if you've read about the 'Great Race of Yith' from the Cthulhu Mythos? 'Shadows Beyond Time' mentions that this race of Yith can travel back in time, projecting their spirits into the river of time, and then selecting life forms from the corresponding era to occupy and replace them on a spiritual level... Doesn't it seem a lot like that?"

"Another Lovecraft story? I thought only Plerati, that eccentric guy in the research group, loved this kind of story."

Caesar politely declined, saying he was not interested. The worldview of Cthulhu was too pessimistic and cold; he preferred masterpieces that promoted humanism.

"Oh, what a coincidence! I didn't originally intend to read them, but I did because she recommended a book to me. Getting back to the point, in short, the spiritual structure of the Demon God Pillars possesses 'strong observational attributes' and 'transcendental attributes.' Utilizing these characteristics, I rearranged the procedures for this mythological ritual."

"The dozen or so Argonauts you see watching the film there are the result of my application of this characteristic. They act as the cornerstone of the ritual spirit, equivalent to the background spectators observing the development of the story, the audience of the myth stage, and also the key to sublimating the eternal myth power that transcends time and space."

'Beyond time and space,' 'eternity,' 'myth'... Caesar, having grasped these words, quietly understood something, and murmured to himself:

"You want to gain new divine power? No, you want to go even further..."

Nuwa said in a deep voice on the other end of the communication channel:
"That's right! My goal is a completely new, efficient, and convenient way to acquire divine power with a higher success rate! Compared to the tedious and time-consuming rituals of the Holy Grail War, what could be more efficient than participating in mythological content, playing mythological characters, and showcasing the mythological stage? The spiritual structure of the Demon Pillars provides the possibility for this improvement." "If we succeed, we can select more suitable personnel and Servants to 'act' and 'watch' respectively. We won't rely solely on Emiya fighting alone on the front lines, but on more companions empowered by mythological forces. They will be invincible in different timelines, creating more myths, enacting more mythological stories, and giving birth to more… a continuous cycle, endlessly!"

"If saving human history is the compilation of human reasoning by Chaldea, then I personally would like to call this massive project 'myth compilation'... We will no longer pray for divine mercy, because we will create our own myths!"

"..."

Caesar was shocked and stunned by these words, as if a tidal wave had surged in his heart. He remained silent for a long time before he could recover.

If it were Old Tang or someone else, Caesar would have simply taken it as a joke. But the one who gave him this long speech was Nuwa, an immortal, a woman with exceptional talent who developed the Thought Disc, improved the simulation training room into a training ground with a fixed barrier and added a system, and researched the Demon God Pillar!
Is it true that behind every successful man is a woman? He had a premonition that the combination of Nuwa and Emiya would likely lead to the success of this experiment, and that these statements would most likely come true.

Old Tang was also stunned. He suddenly remembered a phrase used in reverse: "We don't create myths, we are just the carriers of myths!" But this sounded more like a joke or a cliché than a formal statement that could be made to a leader.

So he wisely chose to keep quiet, minimizing his presence, and focused all his attention on the live broadcast from the observation room. At that moment, Emiya seemed to have truly gained the power of Thor, manipulating a barrage of lightning to smash Typhon on the opposite side. Light shone for miles, and the lightning was blinding. Old Tang suddenly thought of a fitting lyric: "You are light, you are electricity, you are the only myth..."

Damn, why does his brain keep acting like it's malfunctioning?!

Old Tang almost sang it out loud, so he secretly slapped himself. Then he saw a group of observers watching with great interest, exclaiming how wonderful it was, and they were just short of finding a way to tip Brother Emiya a few planes and rockets.

Don't ask Lao Tang why he understands these streamers' stuff. It's because his other sworn brother, Director Lu, is also a superhuman who watches live streams all year round. Watching live streams is work for the observation room, but for Director Lu, it's life.

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Caesar had no idea what Old Tang was up to again, slapping himself in the face. He shook his head, ignoring the clown, and said to Nuwa on the other end of the communication channel:

“Lord Nuwa, do you know that your words and actions remind me of a woman who also comes from Greek mythology?”

"Who?"

"Pandora. She opened that terrible box."

Nuwa smiled again, "Whether it's a magic box or a treasure box, we're not sure..."

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 white light from the screen shone on her retina, yet Medea felt her fingers tremble and her hair grow cold. For some reason, the earth-shattering images on the screen were deeply etched into her mind, firmly attracting her attention.

The Thunder God, whose lightning illuminated half the sky, wielded a golden light and with a cold shout, summoned millions of divine lightning bolts to form a sea of ​​thunder that bombarded the ferocious and terrifying dragon monster. The latter's blood splattered, its many heads rapidly regenerating, spewing out gales of heat and billowing black dust. Its massive body was shrouded in an unseen domain, the seawater boiled and turned pitch black, and the island's volcanoes erupted, billowing smoke...

Were the battles between gods and monsters really that terrible during her lifetime?

Since becoming a Servant, Medea's thinking has become incredibly clear and quick, but for some reason, at this moment, her memories are somewhat blurry. The scene of 'Zeus battling Typhon' before her eyes begins to be deeply implanted in her mind as she recalls it, constantly reinforcing her understanding of the mythology.

"Something feels off. Was that Miss Nuwa simply showing us this? There must be some other secret, but how exactly was it accomplished?"

She gestured with her finger towards the 4DX glasses perched on her nose. "But then again, these magical glasses with their simple structure actually improve the experience, making the screen image more realistic, as if you were actually there..."

A strange suspicion quietly crossed Medea's mind. Could it be that these ordinary glasses, which showed no magical fluctuations, were affecting the wearer's mind?
"Hey, Medea, keep quiet while we're watching this movie!" Jason, who was munching on popcorn and sipping soda next to her, suddenly said rather tactlessly, "These kinds of epic mythological scenes are rare. We're already here, it would be a shame not to watch the whole thing, wouldn't it?"

"What are you showing off for? I saw you making quite a racket while eating and drinking!" Katniss retorted gruffly. Anyway, she had eaten her fill before coming, so she was really watching the movie quietly, and she spoke with great confidence.

Jason muttered, "I think you've eaten too much," before falling silent.

Medea shook her head, turning her attention back to the screen. The faint doubt she had just felt vanished because of the occasional interruption.

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.

At the heart of the endless sea, in a region plagued by relentless storms and harsh weather, the sky, now as black as ink from a great battle in Greek mythology, was rapidly darkening, almost as murky as the Kuroshio Current itself. Where water and sky met, the world became one.

Yaobikuni's face turned deathly pale, and she was in an unprecedented state of weakness. She was truly impressed by Saint Martha's ship-ship skills... Now, she and Martha had hurriedly found a deserted island to rest temporarily, finally avoiding the further torment of being in a weakened state.

Lightning flashed in the distance, and flames erupted in a scene of apocalyptic devastation… She felt her power draining away, and the sight made her increasingly distressed. That damned Black King was still causing trouble in his original form, and she began to hesitate, wondering if she should cut her losses, abandon this juvenile body, and return to her original form to preserve her power.

But this approach does nothing to improve the current situation. Those outsiders who created the mythical battle will not follow his guidance, nor will they allow the four keys to be united. The dragon body that is growing and expanding in the distance is still drawing out the power of the Black King. His hasty return now is nothing more than a 'death sentence'.

This is really weird! Those people call themselves the emperors of the sea, but this commotion is something even the sea god couldn't match!

After Yaobikuni finished complaining in her mind, her face suddenly turned pale again.

Damn it... Black King... it, she... dared to steal the Holy Grail from my main body!?

(End of this chapter)