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

Chapter 448 Oh, Emiya wins again, the Impermanence Fruit MVP.
As darkness fell and the wind howled, massive waves surged and crashed, creating a vast expanse of white spray. The tide continuously soaked and irritated everything floating in the water, including boats of unknown origin.

Although Martha harbored doubts about the sudden disappearance of Yaobikuni, considering the negative impact of the great war, she still decided to continue with her 'Saintess Subduing Dragon' plan. Unfortunately, this long and arduous journey was ruthlessly thwarted halfway through.

Because her small, dilapidated boat was intercepted.

"...?"

"What brings you here? According to orders, this is a filming location, and unauthorized personnel are prohibited from passing!"

Suddenly, intense flames rose from above, and Karna descended from the sky, wielding the God-Slaying Spear. The magic power that propelled him into flight released a dense stream of fiery heat, causing the already rough and turbulent sea surface to suddenly form a bowl-shaped depression, with large swaths of seawater instantly vaporizing and rising into a vast white mist in mid-air.

So Martha had barely heard someone speaking above when she was scalded in the face by bursts of boiling steam.

"Bah bah bah!"

The Iron Fist Saintess wiped her face with her hand, thinking to herself that this was quite a grand affair. She asked with a displeased expression, "Um, what do you mean by 'filming set'?"

Before she was intercepted, she had imagined many scenarios in her mind where she would encounter obstacles, but she never expected that the other party would give such a reason.

Karna remained expressionless. "A place of production for modern drama, in other words, a stage."

"A stage? Are you saying this is a play?"

Martha, who was originally furious, was now completely bewildered. Her impression of performing arts was still limited to ancient Roman opera performances.

And now, someone is telling her that this commotion, this battle that has almost shaken the world, is actually just a theatrical performance? So, the ocean is their stage, but where is the audience for this play?

Moreover, and—

"Stop talking nonsense! There's a limit to your jokes! Who would put on such a show? Who are you putting on this for? Where are the audience seats? Don't stop me from spouting nonsense. Don't tell me you don't know how many innocent people will be caught up in this kind of battle!"

Faced with Martha's barrage of questions, Karna simply replied, "Don't worry, no innocent people will be involved."

“That’s impossible!” Martha retorted instinctively, even though she sensed that the white-haired man who had suddenly stood up seemed to be a great and noble hero.

“Holy one of the monotheistic religions, please know that I am not lying.”

Karna declared again, and although Martha's attitude was not good, the emotion revealed in his words was still peaceful, and the tip of his spear was never pointed at this Servant of unknown origin.

Martha paused for a moment, wondering how he knew her real name when she hadn't even given it yet. Had he or his group already investigated her?
"No, I merely possess the ability to see through things to their essence. That's why I can sense your extraordinary divine heart and power. I guarantee that this performance will not cause any additional innocent people to be harmed, and I hope you can understand us."

Karna's skill, 'The Insight of the Poor,' allows him to see through the character traits and even the essence of others, while also preventing him from being deceived by lies. He could clearly see that Sister Martha possessed a passionate sense of justice and lofty spiritual beliefs, so he immediately chose to abandon violent means, hoping that his kind words would make Martha understand the situation and back down.

However, Martha could not possibly back down on the spot based on the one-sided story of this stranger.

"...Alright, you guessed right, but how can I trust you so easily?"

Karna sensed the lingering vigilance in Martha's heart and shook his head inwardly. "Regarding this matter, our intelligence involves classified information, and I cannot disclose it to outsiders. You might as well patiently observe from the sidelines, and you will naturally understand all of this in time."

“Then there’s nothing more to say!” Martha tapped her gauntlets together, the impact sending a powerful sonic boom through the air.

"To resort to fighting? That would be futile."

The flames surging around Karna instantly shone brightly, expanding hundreds of times in size and transforming into a dazzling, exploding orange-red nova.

Martha could see clearly that the white-haired man hadn’t made any move, yet the violent crimson heat wave he released with his magic was about to engulf the surroundings like a giant wave!
"You sound honest when you speak, but you really don't hold back at all!" Martha's face darkened. She, the Iron Fist Saintess, was truly being looked down upon!

"I am merely stating the facts."

Karna glanced at his 'Servant Panel':
【Lancer Karna Lv.45】

[Chaldea Servant Strength Ranking S-Tier (All) No. 2]

Although this monotheistic saintess possessed some skill in close combat and martial arts, unfortunately, the innate numerical disadvantage caused by the difference in the size of her spirit foundation could not be overcome by such fighting techniques.

Moreover, he was not simply a brute who wielded divine gifts, but a professional warrior proficient in all martial arts and possessing 'uncrowned martial arts'.

"Iron Fist, Holy Judgment—"

Martha leaped into the air, the immense force from her legs evenly applied to the small boat beneath her feet, causing it to sink from the water's surface. In an instant, she flew rapidly, transforming into a powerful cannonball, even stomping through the air with a crisp, explosive sound!
Clang—! This iron fist landed squarely on Karna's body, making his golden armor ring out with a clear, crisp sound. Martha stared at the man in shock; he didn't even flinch!
No, he withstood the full force of his own attack without changing his expression!
"Then, please take my attack as well."

Before the words were finished, crimson thunder suddenly filled all directions, and the immense power of the God-Slaying Spear erupted in a tiny area. Martha felt as if she were facing a blazing sun or an extremely radiating ball of lightning, and this was just Karna's momentary accumulation of power.

By the time she realized she should adjust her posture and retreat, the opponent's bright spear had already transformed into a beam of golden light piercing through the darkness! It flew straight forward!
"!!" Martha was a beat too slow in mid-air. She watched helplessly as the spear tip approached, finally... stopping an inch off her body.

"what?"

Martha saw Karna flip his wrist, changing the direction of his weapon from a thrust to a strike. What seemed like a light blow landed on Martha with immense force, turning her into a white shooting star flying into the distance!

Karna stared at the direction Martha had been sent flying, muttering to himself, 'That must be the direction, right? Saintess of Monotheism, since you can't trust me, you might as well let your fellow believers answer your questions.'

He remembered that there seemed to be a Joan of Arc patrolling the seas next door? No, it was Black Joan of Arc?
After saying that, he flew away from the sea and landed like a fiery red meteor on another ship in the distance—Drake's Golden Hind.

"Hey, great hero of India, you've worked so hard! Want to have a drink together?" Drake swirled the rum glass in his hand.

Karna waved his hand in refusal. Compared to Drake, who lived for the moment, Karna's words and actions appeared extremely indifferent and serious, befitting a super strongman who upheld the Indian tradition of asceticism.

"Sorry, but it's more important to follow orders. Captain, is the fire elemental authority's blockade of the 'filming location' still functioning normally?"

"Everything is as usual. I'm a merchant who keeps his word and values ​​contracts, so you can rest assured!" Drake put down his glass and waved his arm twice.

Ahead, on the edge of the vast mythical battlefield stretching for thousands of kilometers, near the Golden Deer, a thick wall of fire suddenly appeared. Karna squinted and saw that this wall of fire, separated by the sea, extended from in front of him to both sides until the end of his vision, making it impossible to know its final destination or where it would end.

However, Karna understood that the wall of fire would eventually extend to the critical sea and connect with the seals of the other two elemental authorities.

In this way, a little calculation shows that the four seas, east, west, south, and north, are respectively guarded by the elemental powers of fire, water, earth, and wind, forming a super-large square isolation barrier within such a vast area, completely separating the 'performance stage' from other areas.

According to the map, the central area is an uninhabited zone called the 'Stormy Sea,' a natural choice for a mythical battlefield.

"What a beautiful sight..." Captain Drake exclaimed in the sea breeze. Looking up through her swirling wine glass, she saw a bright white-blue arc of light swirling in the distant sky, as if playing with a black and red dragon shadow. As the two intertwined passionately, the dragon shadow suddenly burst forth with a bright golden light. The three of them shimmered and sparkled in the slightly agarwood-scented rum, captivating and enchanting the viewer.

Karna then subconsciously shifted his attention from the wall of fire to the scene of the battle between Emiya and Typhon. Even now, after he had become stronger through his 'Spirit Origin Ascension', witnessing that mythical battle firsthand still made his will as a warrior tremble—perhaps from excitement, or perhaps from feeling an overwhelming and unstoppable threat.

“A true hero should be like this…!” Karna’s eyes flickered inexplicably.

Hmm, it would be even better if one could kill enemies with a dashing and heroic gaze.

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.

"you're awake."

Martha heard a malicious voice say to her, "The surgery was a success, you are now a man—poof!"

With a bang, the person who had been laughing and mocking her seemed to have been knocked down.

"who are you?"

“Jeanne d’Arc Alter,” Jeanne Alter introduced herself to Martha, withdrawing her gaze from the black magician whom she considered uncombustible trash. She scratched the back of her head in annoyance. “Honestly, they didn’t even bother to tell me they were here to train a newbie…”

Black Mary, standing to the side, suddenly reminded her in a strange tone, "This person is considered your senior, so watch your tone and don't put on airs, Lady Virgin~"

"Hey! Stop trying to mislead me. I haven't believed in God for many years."

Black Jeanne immediately offered an excuse, "Isn't France supposed to be the number one filial son of Catholicism? Why don't you, the Queen of France, quickly receive and pay homage to this 'Saint Martha'?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I haven't been empress for many years."

Black Mary immediately countered with the exact same excuse.

The two started bickering like venomous best friends.

"You..." Martha's feelings were complicated. After getting up, she thought for a moment and realized that she had been sent here by that man who slapped her away. Was it because of her faith? But these two, there's something not quite right about them. Are they really true fellow believers?
"Oh, it's Saint Martha! What a wonderful coincidence, I never expected to meet such a great senior as you!"

A woman dressed in papal robes approached and enthusiastically began chatting with the still bewildered Martha. "Hello, my name is Joan, and I am a pope... Ah, you may not know, but the pope is a religious leader position that emerged in the secular world after the development and flourishing of the faith in God."

"Oh, wow, the saints are doing so well! That's great, very good!"

Martha, a rural saint born in the 1st century AD, nodded, seemingly puzzled but in awe. "So, what era did you live in..."

Ruo An's expression froze slightly. "Uh, actually, I'm not a proper pope, just a fictional female pope from later generations."

Martha: "?" Fake?
Is there not a single normal fellow believer among you?
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.

[Oops, I went too light! Hit her here, aim for her remaining face, give this mother dragon a good beating, uppercuts followed by lowercuts!]

Hey, your grandfather Zeus is here! Typhon, you brat, hurry up and meet your death!

[Viewers, this is a dragon charging in! How can you lose when the dragon is charging in?]

[Oh, Emiya is a lazy bum, Zeus is the MVP!]

"?"

Just as Emiya was taking advantage of Typhon's absorption of the golden light that seemed to come from nowhere, he unleashed a barrage of lightning strikes, smashing the massive dragon's two heads and half of its body, even burying it deep in the sea. Then, he saw lines of text floating before him, and his thoughts became incredibly chaotic.

Why did you guys even add bullet comments?
And if you're so capable, then implement a real-name system! Stop posting anonymously!
[Nuwa: Hehe, I just thought it was fun.]

[Plerati: Well, it's still in the testing phase, just playing around with it!]

Emiya wondered, 'Plerati, don't you need to pay attention to your little activities?'

[Plerati: All that stuff has to make way for your stage! I sank all those Demon Pillars from the Spirit Origin Ascension experiment into the sea, and sent all the other Servants to 'maintain the scene' for you!]

[Plerati: Look, the whole world is making way for you. Isn't that a grand display? Aren't you satisfied?]

[Nuwa: This isn't the time to talk about that. Our backstage monitoring has detected that Typhon on your side has consumed something that appears to be a fragment of the Holy Grail. The people in the audience seem to think it's the Fruit of Impermanence that Typhon ate in mythology.]

[Plerati: The Fruit of Impermanence? The one that had the opposite effect after being eaten, causing Typhon's crushing defeat? Isn't that essentially an anti-Holy Grail?]

Constantine: Yes! These two correspond. The effects of the temporarily split Holy Grail are still unclear, but the mythical ritual is still in effect, so there's room for negotiation. I suggest secretly contacting Regina Reif!

[Nuwa: Hmm, it would be best to guide Typhon toward defeat and confirm the effect of the 'Fruit of Impermanence.' This is nothing more than another small ritual to recast the spirit of the split Holy Grail into an 'Anti-Grail.' A large ritual nested within a small ritual—it's not difficult at all.]

Emiya glanced at the several powerful researchers discussing on the screen, then flew towards the deep sea where giant waves were crashing. Typhon's ferocious roaring magic surged forth, and the two began a new round of confrontation.

Boom!

Golden light shone from Typhon's arms, and Emiya's sharp eyes immediately recognized it as a sign of the Holy Grail being used.

【It's now! 】

Emiya was unsure what the research team had told Regille and Reeve, but he guessed it was another case of a good sister betraying her good sister. Typhon's strength had suddenly weakened as the Holy Grail's magic fluctuated.

He immediately swung his hand back, and lightning flashed brightly as Indra's arrow transformed into a spear of lightning and thrust out.

The sun, obedience... no, that's not right.

You are the thunder that tears the heavens apart—

[Plerati: Oh, Emiya's another easy win, the Impermanence Fruit MVP]

Super admin, could you please ban this person from speaking?

(End of this chapter)