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

Chapter 447 is too real; it doesn't seem like acting.

"Oh dear! Little girl, tell me the truth, are you really not seasick?"

When Sister Martha saw that Yaobikuni's face was pale and bluish, she blurted out a local dialect in her haste, forgetting to correct her tone.

"Cough cough, it's alright... Damn it... Dragon..."

Although Yaobikuni said she was fine, her face looked even more sickly. Her body was in a state of backlash, as if her internal organs were being churned up, and it was as if invisible rows of blunt knives were cutting her flesh and bones from the inside out.

She coughed a few times, and at this moment she wanted to curse the damned Black King's remains a thousand times over in her heart. It was as if she had forgotten that it was her own attempt to invade the other party that had brought about the disaster. The dragon corpse in the hatchery took advantage of the unknown ritual of those outsiders and her own split offspring going out to investigate to start causing trouble.

Martha, unaware of the truth, noticed Yaobikuni's silence and grew anxious. "You just mentioned dragons, right?"

Martha had a history of "physically subduing dragons" during her lifetime, so if an evil dragon caused trouble and triggered the girl's illness, she absolutely could not ignore it.

"Ahem, that's certainly true..."

Just as the little girl was about to find an explanation, she heard thousands of bolts of lightning, like strings of white beads, raining down from a great distance. Accompanying them were intense, dark flames that hissed and burst open on the sea surface.

She looked closely and, relying on her extraordinary perception granted by her status as a half-Black King, she could clearly see that the shimmering sky was a vast sea of ​​lightning, and within the sea of ​​lightning, a majestic white-blue giant god wielding thunder walked, while below, a colossal and terrifying three-headed dragon swept across the sea, spreading a sea of ​​calamity and fire.

Martha, on the other hand, looked terrible. Her senses weren't that far-reaching yet, and she was still complaining in the cold rain, "This damn weather is awful..."

Seeing this, Yaobikuni recalled Martha's unusual focus on the dragon and suddenly had a plan. She could use this to distract the dragon in a reasonable way so that she could return to her original form and prevent the situation from worsening. There was no other way; she couldn't afford to delay any longer. Other things were fine, but she couldn't bear the cost of the Holy Grail being stolen. She had to cut her losses in time.

But the Sea Emperor, right? The dragon and Thor, right? She'll remember this debt!

With that in mind, she began to showcase her acting skills—

"No, it's that dragon... it's here..."

A perfectly timed look of terror appeared on the girl's face. "That evil dragon that wreaks havoc and destroys the world..."

Upon hearing this, Martha's attention was indeed completely diverted. She stared intently ahead, and after a long while, she finally managed to make out the appearance of a multi-headed dragon flying at high speed amidst the intense bursts of magic on the sea.

"Is it really the work of an evil dragon?! Don't worry, I... I'll take care of everything." Martha reacted as if triggered by a dragon radar, raising her gauntlets and banging them together, looking in that direction. "A sorrowful dragon that doesn't know love..."

Yaobikuni was surprised. She suddenly realized that the threat emanating from this saint had suddenly increased. Could it be that this Martha had some special attack skills in this area?
She recalled that her own process of devouring the Black King was not yet complete, and that she possessed certain dragon-like characteristics, so she vaguely felt that the Holy Maiden was also a potential threat.

Luring her to that battlefield, ideally eliminating her, would allow me to return to my original body. This would render the girl's body and corresponding identity obsolete, preventing Martha from being suspected of surviving and having my information leaked. It would be a way to turn the tide and kill two birds with one stone.

After much deliberation, Yaobikuni felt that her idea was extremely ingenious.

Furthermore, although we don't know what kind of tricks those outsiders were up to with their rituals, it is a fact that the Black King's escaped spirit took over the massive dragon's body and wreaked havoc on the sea. It is also a fact that the sea emperors had to use what appeared to be Thor's trump card to stop the dragon.

The simple deduction suggests that both sides suffered heavy losses: the outsider and the Black King were both exhausted, and Martha, caught in the battle, also perished. She could then use this opportunity to weaken the Black King's remaining resistance and accelerate her own ritual…

This is not just killing two birds with one stone, it's clearly killing three birds with one stone, achieving a win-win situation—letting her win twice, or even three times, a huge win-win situation!

The scholar Yaobikuni analyzed the situation logically and concluded that even though I possess the body of the Black King and wield the power of the Holy Grail, the advantage of this singularity still belongs to me!
The premise is that this scene of a battle between dragons is not staged.

Of course, that's impossible, absolutely impossible. The nun genuinely didn't believe it was acting. Who would act with such ferocious intensity, wishing the other person dead?
Watching Martha's departing figure, the girl's expression shifted several times before finally settling into a confident smile. Ignoring her frail body and the raging storm, she hurried towards the sea, brought her legs together to form a fishtail, and leaped into the ocean with a splash.

"Promise me, little nun, I'm going to subdue a dragon. You stay here and don't move—"

Martha suddenly remembered something and turned back to say a few more words, but the girl had already disappeared. Confusion and doubt lingered in her mind. "...?"

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.

"Hey, what did you suddenly pull out?! You scared me!"

Regina was terrified and deeply experienced what it meant to 'risk one's life for a friend'.

The matter is somewhat complicated to explain. First of all, she knows that she is acting, and that she is acting in a 'mythological drama - Zeus vs. Typhon'.

Secondly, her "older sister," who is the same body but not the same mind, doesn't know that this is acting. Or rather, she has a problem with self-awareness, which leads her to be completely immersed in the "Typhon role-playing." When she fights Emiya, she goes all out, causing the drama to get out of control.

Thirdly, the Chaldea research group devised a way to keep this deadly drama going, saying that they added new elements to the ritual to ensure the entire show could be sustained.

Then Reggie asked if she could give a hint about what this "safety net" was. The messenger on the other side, the king of psychological counseling, Amor, explained listlessly that the safety net was "adding two rows of audience seats".

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At that time, Reggie Leif had a lot of questions. What kind of backup plan is it to add an audience? Do you want to see a tragic love story between me and Emiya, where we go from friends to enemies? Have you all been corrupted by Plerati and turned into entertainment people?
Wait a minute... Bouchou, ancient Greece really did have a culture of tragedy!

But ultimately, out of trust in the organization, Regina Reif suppressed her impending rampage and continued to play the good sister to her crazy older sister. Who knew that her good behavior wouldn't last long? This red-haired, insane woman suddenly tried to pull something glittering gold from thin air!
It's glittering with gold! That thing looks like the Holy Grail!
Regina Leif watched for two seconds and was shocked, sensing that the play was about to go berserk.

So he immediately abandoned thinking about where the radiant object that resembled the Holy Grail came from, and subconsciously wanted to snatch it from his sister's hands—after all, given this cold and arrogant madwoman's behavior, if she got her hands on the Holy Grail, the situation would be completely out of control.

Currently, Typhon and Zeus are locked in a stalemate, their magical clash remaining evenly matched. But with the Holy Grail's blessing, wouldn't she be able to beat Emiya to a pulp? That would truly be hopeless!

"Sister, let go!" The red-haired woman saw a pair of hands suddenly reach out and touch the light in the void beside her, and she immediately warned sharply, "This is the treasure that thief used to devour the bloodline of our great supreme beings! It's a magic fruit full of energy! We finally got a chance, don't cause trouble!"

Only by competing with her could she hope to snatch the Holy Grail from the Black King's body as quickly as possible. Regina Reif couldn't possibly compete and would only waste her time! She could already sense that the thief, who had previously become weaker, had suddenly regained his peak mental and conscious level; time was running out!

The golden light gradually dimmed, and Yaobikuni returned to her original form, wrestling back the lost power like a tug-of-war!
"Step back! I command you!" the red-haired woman roared. The golden light in her eyes intensified, and her cold, vertical pupils radiated an astonishing aura, transforming into a tangible, powerful domain that stirred up a fierce, ominous black storm in the spiritual world!

"Who wants to listen to you, ordering people around like this! You just said it yourself, you are me, and I am you!"

Regina was also furious. She was fed up with serving this eccentric and arrogant lunatic. Her magic burst forth, converting a huge amount of wind and fire elements into a dense aggregation around her before exploding. In the vast black storm, it opened up a small world filled with scorching particles!
"You...!" The red-haired woman was momentarily stunned, her attention diverted by Regina. It was in this instant that the Holy Grail, which she could have seized, was brazenly snatched back from the void by a pair of exquisite, porcelain-like giant hands that reached out from some unknown corner of the spiritual world—

"You despicable thief! You'll never get away with this!"

Turning her head, the red-haired woman, like an enraged monarch, unleashed a dark storm in the spiritual realm many times more terrifying than before. The intense blackness eventually coalesced around her to form a giant black hand that blotted out the sky, with each finger reaching to the heavens and earth, resembling the Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger.

With a sharp crack, the golden Holy Grail cracked as the two forces of her and Yaobikuni fought for control of each other. With a crisp sound, the golden object split in two, one beam shooting into the void and the other flying into the red-haired woman's body.

"It cracked?"

The red-haired woman touched her chest. She remembered that the thief's treasure was like a wish-granting machine, capable of performing many operations, and could even easily simulate elemental authority to bypass the seal, sneak into the hatchery, and steal corpses.

But she was unsure what the consequences of such defective products would be.

I hope... the functionality won't change...

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.

'Movie viewing platform'.

Jason had finished his popcorn and could only sip his soda while clapping his hands in amazement. "So exciting! So exciting! To witness such a battle of the strong is worth the price of admission, even if I find the Golden Fleece!"

Katniss scoffed, "You wish! You think you can take it all?"

"As expected of Lord Jason." Medea shook her head upon hearing this.

Hercules gave a nonchalant "Aww," then chose to continue watching the film with relish.

The Gemini were similar, but they showed even more awe. Castor murmured, "So that kind of power is real... Did they invite us to watch the film to prove that they have the genuine power descended from Zeus? Did they mobilize this power just to defeat Typhon and quell the calamity?"

“Brother, such beings are not something we should be trying to covet,” Pollux warned, his voice filled with concern.

She saw that the giant thunder god that Emiya had transformed into was becoming more and more like a sky god. The entire rain cloud actually condensed and merged in the god's palm, turning into a clever but dangerous super weather artifact. With just a light wave, it could unleash an astonishing triple elemental power of wind, thunder, and rain, which instantly filled and swept across the four directions!

In an instant, the Argonauts wearing 4DX glasses almost instinctively turned their heads back!
In their eyes, "Zeus" was simply wielding his divine weapon and sweeping across the screen. The terrifying power and scale of the lightning storm filled their vision, giving them a sense of their own insignificance as they faced boundless death!

Atalanta felt a chill run down her spine; the cat's ears and tail fur stood on end, and she was so frightened that her fur stood on end!
Considering this was filmed live... watching this movie is so realistic! Are all entertainment activities in later generations this exciting?

She shook her head and quietly asked, "By the way, does anyone remember how Zeus, the chief god, finally defeated Typhon...?" After saying that, she silently shifted her position, adjusted her upright tail, and smoothed her fur.

Medea watched as Typhon's heads kept regenerating on the screen, his magical power expanding endlessly, emitting deafening howls and surging with heat and light almost touching her face. Her heart pounded wildly, and she instinctively raised her wand to shield herself. Only when the scene became less 'exciting' did she calmly reply:

"Legend has it that Zeus threw lightning bolts from the sky to chase Typhon. Typhon fled to a certain place and encountered the three Fates, who deceived him by saying that he could regain his strength by eating the fruit. However, Typhon did not get his wish and was eventually suppressed by Zeus under the mountain."

Asclepius, the god of medicine, nodded. "I also remember now. The fruit bestowed by the goddess of fate is the 'fruit of a single day, born in the morning and dying at dusk,' and because of the capriciousness of fate, it is also known as the fruit of impermanence. Typhon thought he had gained power, but instead suffered because of it."

Jason pursed his lips as he listened to the group of intellectuals chatter on and on, then continued watching the screen. Judging from the current situation, these two mythical-level fighters had already fought from one ocean to another, and it was common for them to shatter scattered islands and disperse storm clouds thousands of kilometers away with their casual displays of divine power.

Logically, such a grand display of divine power should severely interfere with spells of lower levels, making it impossible for anyone to participate in filming. But the amazing thing is that they can clearly witness every detail of the battlefield on the screen! It's as if they possess a higher-dimensional perspective beyond time and space, allowing them to clearly see the entire situation.

This seemingly ordinary modern cinema is indeed extraordinary... and they specially invited them, who are from the Greek community, to watch a remake of the Greek mythology war... Could it be a movie?

As Jason's thoughts wandered, his eyes suddenly widened. "Look, that Typhon... it seems to have swallowed something golden!"

"Could there truly be an impermanent result?!"

Is this also a 100% accurate reproduction?!
(End of this chapter)