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

Chapter 452 Please, please stop rushing!

Amidst the cacophony of bickering and arguing, the clanging of weapons being drawn from their sheaths echoed across the ship, like the prelude to a frenzied and intense struggle.

Yes, this group of Servants were already eagerly waiting for the raid to start and farm points. Judging from the current situation, if it doesn't start soon, they might start fighting each other... After all, losing a teammate means they can farm more points and settle their personal grudges at the same time, which is a real benefit!

Such a scene would certainly delight the seasoned entertainer Plerati, but Emiya and the others would not allow it to happen.

"How can we fight? We are a united, loving, and harmonious community of people!" Emiya said on the public channel.

At this moment, Plerati, who was once again silenced after being suspected of stirring up trouble during the argument, could only roll her eyes and give the middle finger.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thick, dark clouds spread out, and a sharp, explosive roar suddenly resounded across the sea. The terrifying thunderous divine punishment, thick and twisted, bared its fangs and claws like a pillar of light that pierced the heavens and the earth, striking the scattered evaporating water and creating huge waves that easily drowned out the commotion caused by the group of Servants.

After Emiya used some methods to force the several pairs of Servants who were about to fight to calm down, Nuwa followed closely behind, waving her hand to summon gusts of wind and rain clouds. Combined with lightning, it immediately created a scene of divine wrath as the end of the world approached.

She then took the opportunity to offer a few words of advice:

"...Everyone needs to raise their awareness! We must always remember that we are a unified group, friendship comes first, competition second, healthy competition leads to common progress, and we must not say anything that is detrimental to unity, do you all understand?"

A few scattered voices responded from the boats: "...Understood~"

Unlike the weak magician Masters in typical Holy Grail Wars, the living beings in Chaldea are mostly "non-human." Emiya goes without saying, and Nuwa is also a highly accomplished immortal who can easily defeat a group of Servants. Therefore, her words carry considerable weight among the Servant community.

Having strength surpassing that of a Servant naturally grants one a voice.

This is much more effective than any Command Seals.
……

Emiya dispersed the crackling lightning scepter in his hand, waved his hand to dispel the remaining crackling arcs of electricity, and silently shook his head, sending a message to Nuwa:

"To be honest, it's useless. Servants are a prime example of how old habits die hard. Even if you warn them once, there's no guarantee they won't do it again..."

Rather, if Servants could change their gender, the difficulty would be comparable to their changing their class.

At this point, Plerati, who had been silent until now, suddenly resurfaced, posting a video as strong evidence:

Kiyohime and Elizabeth nodded with smiles on their faces, but their undercurrent of rivalry never stopped. Plerati secretly filmed a video from behind, showing Kiyohime's long, white snake tail peeking out from under her kimono dress, swishing and lashing at Elizabeth's black tail in mid-air.

The two tails, like two whips, lashed out fiercely in the air, each refusing to yield. Simultaneously, loud explosions ripped through the air behind them, as if afraid no one would hear them. They were conveying only one message:
Friendship first, competition second! That's absolutely true. Once you get rid of your biggest rival, won't the friendships around you become much purer?

Emiya shrugged, saying that he didn't even need Plerati to continue monitoring Raikou or Jeanne Alter's side to know that it was pretty much the case. "See, I told you so."

"It doesn't matter, as long as things don't get chaotic before the raid starts, we can deal with the rest later."

After speaking, Nuwa looked at the system data in the background. After preparing for so long, it was time to deploy her surprise attack.

She oversees the backend of the leyline network across nearly the entire Endless Sea and the Four Seas region, as well as the mythological ritual system installed on the leylines. Although the ritual has been completed, the basic setup is still in place, and she can create an 'Infinite Sword Realm' just like the one during the Roman battlefield at any time. She's just waiting for that old nun to join the game.

"Plerati! You've been leading him on for so long, has this old man taken the bait yet?"

"What's the rush? You can't eat hot dry noodles if you're impatient."

"It's hot tofu."

"It doesn't matter, it's all the same... Wuhu, sister-in-law, I'm coming out—" Anyway, Plerati, being a Westerner, doesn't eat. After waking up from sit-ups, she frantically operated the monitoring console.

"Please, can you spare Princess Iron Fan?"

"Hehehe, that old nun is too unvigilant... Oh, I guess she was too hasty and didn't have time to check the changes inside her body. I'm controlling the experimental subject she devoured to flow deeper into her body through her internal organs and limbs."

"Then I will subtly infiltrate her cells while helping her 'eat' the remaining remnants of the Black King's flesh and blood. As she eats more frequently, the integration of the Demon God Pillar experimental subject will deepen, until finally reaching a certain critical point—snap! Her body will be almost completely under my control!"

After saying that, the dark magician laughed again, "Oh dear! Speaking of which, I have to mention that I recently read some R18 doujinshi online that involved tentacles invading the body, controlling the mind, and then forcibly hypnotizing the person—"

"Hey, shut up! Don't make it so that no one can use the platform!"

Emiya loudly rebuked Plerati for his overstepping remarks, feeling sorry that although the black magician's mind was clever and useful, his heart was completely corrupt.

It's easy to imagine how excited this guy will be when he's browsing through hardcore content online, just like how Fourth Sister Little Sheep met Index, her dream girl.

What did you talk about with them?

Emiya heard a question in his ear, and when he turned around, he saw Ephemerus with long, bright red hair. This schizophrenic gravity woman was silent and staring curiously at the handsome, Eastern-looking "Zeus" in front of her.

"?"

“…Um, I’m here,” Regille stepped out from behind Aphelios, though her figure was somewhat ethereal, while Aphelios’s figure was clearly more real. “Because it’s time for her to use the Anti-Grail’s functions, I’ve temporarily handed over control of my body to her.”

Ephemerus seemed a beat slow to react. It wasn't until Emiya's gaze fell on her that her eyes widened. She pulled Regille and Reeves behind her and retreated sharply, as if she were scrutinizing some fierce and powerful enemy as Emiya looked at her.

"Hey... Sis, sister, the 'acting' is over, you don't need to be so nervous. Emiya isn't Zeus..."

Regina called out to her sister with some discomfort, having spent quite a while trying to coax this dragon, who seemed rather unwell, into communicating with her. While most people would feel uneasy about suddenly having an extra sister, Regina didn't care. She herself was a clone, and she had countless clone "sisters," so calling one more wouldn't make much difference.

“My sister, Typhon Regifer, we are the dragon race born from the pure blood of the Supreme Ones, who rebelled against the slaughter of the gods. Now we are trapped in the enemy camp. As your elder sister, Typhon Aphelios, I solemnly warn you not to be careless…” Aphelios reminded you in a cold and arrogant voice, her words carrying a chill but not lacking in concern.

Regina: "..."

We've all finished acting, why are you still in the play? Don't tell me you never doubted the authenticity of this play from the very beginning!
Regina's eyes twitched, the awkwardness in the room was almost overflowing. To be honest, she rarely asked for help from others, but at this moment she really couldn't do anything about this older sister. After all, they shared a body, and she couldn't keep having conflicts... In desperation, Regina could only look at Emiya with pleading eyes.

"Rely on me?" Emiya thought to himself, "I'm afraid this dragon girl will try to take advantage of me for no reason. She's mentally ill, a gravity-defying woman, and a rare protected species in Garrison (referring to a mythical dragon). Her aura buffs are stacked to the heavens. Instead of relying on me, I should rely on someone of her kind who can get to know her."

He whistled into the air. The clear sound echoed through the air.

A dragon is flying in from afar.

At that very moment, while Ephemerus was still nagging and making Regilles cover her ears to ignore him, the dragon-like Melyuchina in the sky had already flapped her broad dragon wings and swept close in the blink of an eye.

'So fast! This is also... a pure dragon with a noble bloodline!' Startled, Aphelios reacted in time, but her poor condition after the battle caused her to lose her balance and almost slip.

Emiya helped her up, "Are you alright?"

"Hmm, uh..." Ephemerus was stunned for a moment when he realized that "Zeus" had no hostility at all, just like during their previous battle. He finally understood that his sister's earnest warning was not a joke. Then he gave a haughty snort, took two steps to the side, and turned his face away to hide his embarrassment.

Even if he wasn't Zeus himself, there must have been some extraordinary connection between them!

Look, that flying dragon has transformed into such a petite girl, her limbs outstretched like an octopus, tightly embracing the man. How shameless! Even her own kind has fallen for him! This man truly has the style of that cunning Zeus. I should be more careful… and my sister too…

"Come here, my dear sister! What are you doing standing there so hesitantly?"

Regina was completely unguarded around that man! In Ephemeros's eyes, this was blatant siding with outsiders, and she even considered forcibly dragging her good sister back from the corner! "Look, there's one of your kind here. Aren't you curious about her?"

"Hmph, fine, for your sake... this pure-blooded dragon, why, why are you so unguarded with this man?"

Meiliuqina tilted her head. "Because you rode too much?"

“Ride!?” Ephemerus’s voice trembled as he took a half-step back.

【Ding dong! 】

Just as the atmosphere became chaotic due to the suggestive remarks, Plerati sent another message:
[Attention everyone! Yaobikuni has already consumed a sufficient amount of 'bait' under my guidance and is now 'surfacing'. Servant group, officially engaged in combat! Secondary objective: sever the giant nun's limb mobility. Sub-sub-objective: eliminate the tentacle monsters released by the nun!]

The most crucial objective is to attack the control center, which is the brain!

[Final Operation Codename: Battle of Marineford!]

When Emiya heard about the Marineford War, he subconsciously looked up and glanced at it a couple more times. How could he still maintain the One Piece reference intensity?
Thank you, Erii!
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"Charge! Everyone, follow me!" Trajan steered his ship and his retinue of heroic spirits straight toward the tentacles of the demonic pillars rising from the sea. This charge across the sea at sunset was a testament to his fleeting youth, a time of triumph and glory in the Roman Empire...

"Who wants to follow you and charge? None of you are allowed to charge! Only I can charge! All the points are mine!"

Astolfo chuckled and jumped off the bow, soaring into the sky on his eagle, leaving the slow-moving ship in the dust.

"Damn, I was careless!"

Li Shuwen, Diarmuid, Fergus, and the others were dumbfounded. They were still on the same ship as Fat Caesar, and the group of men were only good at close combat. Only now did they realize that this team battle was not only a points competition but also a cooperative team competition.

Without a doubt, this is Rider's home turf! Anyone with a Noble Phantasm mount or Noble Phantasm ship is the core of a Heroic Spirit squad!

"Please, please stop pouring! Leave me a sip of soup!"

Some people who set off too late were pleading desperately, like Jason. By the time their Argo heroes came out of the viewing room and rushed over from the edge of the battlefield, almost everyone else had already set off.

Jason was heartbroken, while Medea frowned slightly. She always felt that Jason was pretending to care about the points, but in reality, he was doing so on purpose so that he could slack off and reduce the risks he would take.

After the Servants charged, some of the demonic pillars that emerged had their eyes moving unnaturally, recording the battlefield scene like electronic cameras.

Namo San, what a merciless mass charge this is! I'm sure all you Chaldea viewers with Servant-level dynamic vision have already witnessed it!
...?
Yaobikuni was unaware that the Chaldea audience hadn't appreciated what she was seeing. But when she had finally recovered to about 70-80% and was preparing to fully evolve and turn the entire vast sea into her own domain, all she saw were powerful Servants.

Instead of the shabby pirate crew she encountered when she went to sea in disguise.

"No, where did you all come from?"

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At the outbreak of the great war, in another singular spacetime.

In 1900, a light drizzle fell on London, Britain, in the air of late autumn. The Secret Society had not yet established the Kassel College, which had a profound influence on the world. Angers, the legendary dragon slayer, was still a young newcomer who admired Meneke Kassel and shared the same grand and new dream as the leader of the Lionheart.

Around Menek, a large group of young people of exceptional lineage, including Lu Shanyan, had also gathered. They embraced modern ideas, were full of confidence, and even the elders held high hopes for this fresh blood of the Secret Party. If one were to describe this vibrant and thriving youth group in a single sentence, perhaps their resounding slogan would be—

"For the greater good."

However, according to the original history, the "Summer Mourning" incident would have occurred that year—the young and newly founded Lionheart Society was attacked by Dragon King Li Wuyue and dragon-like death servants due to a carefully planned conspiracy, resulting in a large number of casualties. Menek used the Word of Power Rhine to self-destruct, the Elder Council was disbanded, and Angers survived by chance and became the leader of the dragon-slaying faction for more than a hundred years.

However, the history of the singularity is distorted.

"Your Majesty, this is the place."

History quietly shifted, and on a timeline that never happened—surrounded by demon pillars, a white-haired man in a long robe, with the Ten Rings on his hands, stepped into the Kassel Manor.

(End of this chapter)