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

Chapter 449 A Tribute to the Legendary Red Stone Boss, Yaobikuni

Just as Emiya was about to interject—

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He watched it twice before he could see for himself how crude the backend of the bullet screen system was—you people who were banned could actually unban yourselves, even Tencent's group chat system didn't have this many loopholes!

[Plerati: This was originally just a temporary real-time comment feature for communication. It's normal for the test version to be a bit rudimentary. Entertainment features are secondary. This feature will be made available to viewers when it's officially released, allowing them to freely send comments.]

[Plerati: As for now... to be honest, everyone in the research group is an administrator. We're all in the background, and there are absolutely no restrictions on administrators banning or unbanning each other, hehe!]

[Plerati: See, I can even mute myself! Isn't that fun?]

Emiya's brow twitched when he saw this text.

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[Public channel message: Prielatti has been...]

[Public Channel Message...]

"No fun, thanks."

You're such a privileged backend user! You're the most arrogant person in the entire research team, can you please stop spamming here?
[Nuwa: Please wait.]

[Plerati: Hahaha, I was banned and then unbanned, you can't do anything about it, right? Uh—]

When Emiya saw this arrogant and triumphant black magician suddenly become like a kite with a broken string or a duck or goose with its neck being choked, he suddenly stopped sending messages altogether.

[Nuwa: I sent a message to the servant who was on the same ship as Prierati, and then someone went to find her and hit her. She can't speak for the time being.]

Emiya nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "Brilliant!" he thought. "Faced with this kind of unscrupulous privilege-wielding dog who spams and provokes others, tracing the network cable to their location and defeating them through physical confrontation is indeed a brilliant strategy."

That little devil deserves a good beating.

His gaze drifted over the faintly glowing bullet comments before finally returning to the heavily wounded Typhon dragon.

It seems the ritual is nearing its end. Logically, the power temporarily gained during the ritual should gradually dissipate after the arrangements are exhausted. However, Emiya feels as if the power of Zeus's divine thunder authority is still surging within him, showing almost no signs of dissipation. Perhaps this mythological ritual has been unexpectedly successful.

Indeed, Norton's plan during the Holy Grail War was a completely untested initial version, serving only as a temporary enhancement. Without the divine core gifted by Ibuki-douji, he probably wouldn't have reached this point. Nuwa's current plan may have taken into account the suggestions of Norton's brother Constantine, optimizing many procedures based on that ritual.

Sizzle, sizzle——

Emiya raised his majestic, lightning-streaked arm, and his enormous lightning avatar, resembling a mighty god, unleashed dense and deadly arcs of electricity, emitting a piercing, sharp, and resounding cry. White-blue torrents and golden sword light intertwined in his hand, forming a dazzling pillar of light that surpassed even the aurora borealis.

He flicked his wrist down lightly.

"Boom!"

The pillar of light constructed by divine thunder was so powerful that it far surpassed rivers and seas. The moment it hit the water's surface, it caused countless bodies of water to instantly vaporize and evaporate. Thus, the pillar of light was completely unaffected by the vast ocean and directly pierced through the barrier formed by the water, fiercely whipping and striking Typhon, who had fled into the deep sea.

The surging pillars of lightning scorched terrifying blood holes of considerable size into the tough and thick dragon's body. Before the dragon could even fly out, it was burned to ashes by the lightning plasma.

"...!!" The heavily injured and enraged Typhon resurfaced from the depths of the water, howling and roaring. At the same time, its aura was constantly weakening, showing how badly it had been tormented by the thunderous punishment.

Emiya tilted his head, seemingly having completely lost his mind; this irrational behavior was even somewhat perplexing.

At this critical moment, it would have been better to flee and rely on its immortality to heal its wounds and engage in a war of attrition with Emiya, but it deliberately chose not to do so.

[Nuwa: The wish has taken effect! The wish granted through the Fruit of Impermanence has been fulfilled.]

[Wa Zhu: According to Reginald, Typhon intended to use the Holy Grail to wish for a strategy to victory, but it's clear this has backfired. Instead, it's attacking you, who currently hold the advantage, leading to an even worse situation. That half of the Holy Grail has essentially become an anti-Grail, no different from the Fruit of Impermanence.]

"How did you guys manage to do that? It consumed at least half of the Holy Grail, right? Theoretically, its energy level should have increased, making it even more difficult to deal with! Did you teach Reggie Love to modify the Holy Grail's function to grant wishes in reverse?"

While asking questions in the channel, Emiya manipulated the Thunder God's Dharma Image to deliver a massive blow, wielding his divine mighty arm to slam the bloodthirsty Typhon dragon down. The dragon flew out in a perfectly parabolic arc, forcing Emiya to continue chasing after his unfortunate opponent in the air.

Constantine: No, even if we were to adjust it ourselves, 'modifying the Holy Grail into an anti-Holy Grail through spiritual reforging' would take a considerable amount of time. Moreover, Regina Reif isn't a specialized technician; she would have difficulty understanding some of the more complex operations.

[Nuwa: Actually, we're sticking to our consistent approach, utilizing the entire mythological ritual. Originally, it was a few Greek heroes in the 'audience' who mistook it for the unpredictable fruit from the goddess of fate.]

[Nuwa: Well, as observers, they have their own unique characteristics. They provide a foundation for the formation of certain abstract concepts to a certain extent in this ritual. On this basis, different concepts reveal their true difficulty through spiritual reconstruction, and these difficulties vary slightly.]

[Nuwa: The most typical example is the divine power of Zeus within you, and Typhon, your opponent. First of all, you yourself are a god-slayer with a powerful divine core, possessing a certain power of Indra, which allowed Zeus's authority to be further manifested successfully.]

[Nuwa: Typhon is the same. Regilleree herself was already awakening and nurturing a dragon body, and the sudden intrusion of the Black King's spirit made the conditions increasingly favorable. At that time, the dragon body was already 80% of the 'incomplete Typhon'.]

[Nuwa: Even influenced by the ritual, that spiritual entity experienced cognitive confusion, even mistaking itself for Typhon's rebirth and Reggie Love for a clone of its own power.]

[Nuwa: Given this precedent, let's simply take advantage of it and use a counter-strategy. When Reginald reports that the spiritual entity is unusually attached to half the Holy Grail, we'll ask Miss Amor to amplify the influence on 'Typhon' at the ritual level. This will cause it to ignore the truth and completely accept the suggestion that it is 'favored and gifted by the goddess of fate'.]

Constantine: I also had Regiereve touch that Holy Grail split halfway through, incorporating it into our mythological ritual system. The only problem is… the initial state of this Black King's consciousness that escaped from the incubator is worrying; the mental suggestion effect is too strong.

Emiya was taken aback. 'What do you mean?'

[Wa Zhu: She seems to have taken the half of the Holy Grail she consumed as her core and essence, and named herself 'Ephemerus' (Greek: one-day-living, short-lived, i.e., the fruit of impermanence, the fruit of the day)]

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To consider the Holy Grail as one's own essence is quite something.

Although, according to ancient dragon lore, she herself, as part of the Black King, is in a sense the Holy Grail and does not need any external aids, the contradiction arises here.

She especially valued this foreign half of the Holy Grail, even regarding it as her own essence, thus rendering her previously established 'Typhon identity' false again.

To pilot the Typhon Gundam in a 'legal' capacity, she herself must be the One-Day Fruit, the Fruit of Impermanence, that Typhon swallowed during this ceremony; she must be the Pretender acting in Typhon's name.

In a sense, it has become Tiphon, but it is unlikely that it will truly become Tiphon.

It turns out this Greek mythology performance wasn't "I Walked In and Saw Zeus Beating Typhon Again."

It's actually "I Can't Dream of Kaitford Ryu Gundam, the Teen Zeus I Play!"

I'm so excited! It's like a light novel-style development!
The carefully planned mythological ceremony went awry, with various unexpected events and twists and turns that almost made everyone confused. It's quite an achievement that they've managed to recreate the original Greek storyline with the original cast and crew.

Having suffered a profound emotional shock, Emiya couldn't hold back any longer when he thought about this, and his hand trembled slightly.

This tremor caused what was originally an attempt to capture Typhon's mangled body to turn into an unintentional attack. The immense, all-encompassing lightning and plasma transformed into a suddenly dazzling pillar of light with the gentle slap. With a deafening boom, half of Typhon's dragon body turned charred and began to smoke, plummeting from the atmosphere towards an archipelago in the stormy sea.

Oh no! Emiya almost skipped a beat, thankfully it was Typhon who got hit, otherwise he would have been finished if his hand had slipped and he had accidentally hurt an ally.

Wait a minute, Emiya slapped his forehead. If he's been fighting Typhon all along, then is the perception of Typhon's traumatic pain shared simultaneously with both Regillereph and Ephemeros?

Is this considered a continuous attack on friendly forces?

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"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

In the dark, bottomless incubation ground, Yaobikuni's enormous, mountain-like body was convulsing in agony. She had lost half of the Holy Grail, and the half she had managed to reclaim... for some reason, didn't seem to obey her wishes. Perhaps the incompleteness had caused a malfunction.

Compared to this, the backlash from the Black King's residual power within her was even more troublesome. She was constantly subjected to the cruel torture of millions of ants gnawing at her heart and thousands of lightning needles piercing her internal organs.

Outside, the effects of Zeus's battle with Typhon spread throughout the world, and the deafening thunderous roars echoed here from afar, reverberating as faint muffled sounds.

To be honest, Yaobikuni was almost at her wit's end. Her greatest hope was that both sides outside would suffer heavy losses.

But it seems that neither side has shown any signs of weakness so far; at least the constant rumbling sounds are quite energetic.

She herself was in a precarious position. She was highly likely to be unable to continue her ritual; without the Holy Grail's assistance, she might even struggle to quell the turmoil of the Black King's power within her.

Unless there is some third-party assistance involved.

After reviewing her recent situation, Yaobikuni gently stroked her large, rounded breasts, which could not be concealed even by the loose robes of a nun, in the deep sea. She felt a deep sense of depression and repression in her heart, with no way to vent it.

"Sigh, besides, my stomach is empty. It would be best if I could have some extra food to replenish my energy..."

She clutched her flat stomach beneath her fierce chest, then thought of the 'boiled soup' Martha had served her, and suddenly a row of black lines appeared on her face.

Gulu gulu...

It seemed that some long, dark tentacles had fallen into the sea at that very moment.

"this is……?"

Yaobikuni didn't recognize what a Demon Pillar in its true form was; the Holy Grail in her hand had been handed to her by the Demon Pillar in human form. So, upon seeing this long, black and red pillar covered with rows of eyes, her first reaction was confusion.

My immediate reaction was, "Can I eat this?"

Watching these long, slender monsters plummet into the sea, Yaobikuni, tormented by illness and hunger, had an unprecedentedly audacious idea. She reached out from behind the hatchery's barrier, scooped up a 'huge handful of demonic pillars,' and then opened her mouth…

"Well……"

What, is it even worse than the last time?

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.

Emiya had already retrieved the half-dead Typhon and brought him back to a secluded island. With the mythological ritual nearing its end, he felt it was time to remove the outer spectator stands and the four elemental barriers, allowing the Servants to return to their respective realms and find… wait? Had he forgotten something?
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[Nuwa: Are you itching for a beating?]

[Plerati: No, no, no, please don't physically ban me this time! That Saintess Martha's punches hurt too much! I have something important to say this time!]

[Plerati: Um, my Demon Pillar experimental subject that sank into the sea... was eaten.]

"...?" Emiya was shocked. What the heck? He thought eating the Holy Grail was already fierce enough, but there was actually a Demon God Pillar with such an indescribable appearance... Whose subordinate is this?!

[Nuwa: Who else could it be? Someone still alive at the bottom of the sea? Probably the Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis! Are Japanese nuns really so uninhibited by cold and hardship?]

Emiya thought to himself, "So what? Even Japanese monks can get married and have children!"

He suddenly realized that Yaobikuni, the boss of this singularity, had been hovering on the sidelines with almost no presence. Had Chaldea gone too far...? "So what if she ate it? Aren't those Demon Pillars just counterfeits that you mass-produced, Pridati?"

The black magician's next words almost made him lose his temper and beat the guy to death—

[Plerati: Haha, even though it's a fake, it's still an 'experience pack' used to level up Servants, only effective within our ritual arena!]

Emiya clenched his fists, lightning crackling in the air, staring wide-eyed at the barrage of comments in the void, "You didn't let her level up on the spot while she was eating, did you?!"

[Plerati: Oh, maybe—hehe, no way, just kidding! ...She's not part of our Chaldea system, she has no contract, and therefore not within the scope of the Spirit Origin Ascension experiment. Even if she eats her, she might not get any experience.]

[Plerati: But theoretically she shouldn't have done that! Logically, the fake Demon Pillar I made was a mixture of dragon genes from the sea, the skin flakes of the Demon Pillar Flauros, plus the fragmented black mud from when Draco didn't give birth to the Great Red Dragon...]

[Plerati: If her fusion with the Black King isn't going well, I suspect her senses might be malfunctioning. Eating this dragon scraps and garbage would be equivalent to eating something even more disgusting and indescribable than Bis... Hehe, I'm just letting you know. I'm a little curious how she managed to eat it. What do you guys think?]

(End of this chapter)