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

Chapter 455 The Girl Who Survived a Great Calamity: Artoria Caster

Menek ran through the empty streets, braving the howling hurricane that was whistling in his ears, while inwardly cursing himself for his foolish decision to lead the charge and split up with the others.

Previously, the Lionheart Society members had searched the entire Kassel Manor in the short time since leaving the cellar, turning the base upside down, but they could not find the three Secret Society elders. All the other personnel stationed at the manor had also vanished into thin air.

Meanwhile, in the dead of night in London, nothing could be seen except for the ominous glowing giant tree.

Recalling the man who resembled the Dragon King and the monster covered in eyeballs, Menek and the others had a bad feeling, but none of them were willing to admit it.

No matter what, we need to see the person alive or dead.

However, the group was unfamiliar with the place and the people, and in the early 20th century, there were no convenient means of communication like mobile phones and telephones, and the means of transportation were even more backward—the manor only had three black luxury carriages.

However, in order to find the person and investigate the situation, Menek and his companions had no choice but to take the initiative and leave the manor.

Fortunately, among them were people like Angers, a Cambridge University graduate, who were considered locals. After calming down and discussing with Angers and the others, they quickly finalized the principle of splitting up to search efficiently.

Even though this isn't Germany, the main base of the Secret Service, there are Secret Service members operating in London branches, and this can be handled by locals like Angers.

In addition, there is an unsecret society called Westminster in the Westminster district next to the City of London. It is a local bigwig in the British dragon-slaying world (although Westminster does not slay dragons but is more inclined to run businesses and interfere in politics). In case of emergency, it is necessary to seek help from Westminster and entrust the task to the most famous newcomer of the secret society, Menek.

Finally, they also equipped each other with alchemical gadgets that could emit signals—actually, they weren't very sophisticated; at most, they could sense each other within the city through a heat effect and then launch various colored fireworks similar to signal flares.

Then they regretted it.

Massive amounts of light and heat erupted from outside London, centered on the enormous tree. Energy shockwaves of varying degrees spread far and wide with the sound of the explosion, causing the ground to rumble and groan incessantly.

Their carriage, which had been working reasonably well for their journey, suddenly turned on them, flipping over on the spot. The unlucky young men of the Lionheart Society had no choice but to leave the carriage stranded there and continue running on their way.

As for the source of the tremor? Menek was unfamiliar with London and even the whole of Britain, so he couldn't tell exactly where the battlefield was. He could only roughly sense that it was in the north, somewhere in Enfield or Cambridge, or even further north of London.
"We're almost there, Westminster Abbey! Keep pushing, everyone!"

Menek shouted loudly and energetically; he was always optimistic and enthusiastic, even able to infect his demoralized colleagues in times of trouble. But Lu Shanyan, following behind, remained worried:
"Don't you think something's off? Logically speaking, after making such a commotion, there shouldn't be no one or any sound on the street."

Menek opened his eyes wide in the almost invisible, faint moonlight and looked at the quiet buildings on both sides of the street. The doors and windows appeared as dark as ink in the night, like a large group of dark, deep caves, staring emotionlessly at the group of people walking on the street at night.

"It's so eerie. All the buildings feel like they're completely empty."

Lu Shanyan said. His Word of Power is "Kamaitachi". This Kamaitachi, which is born with Word of Power and can be manipulated at will, can give the user powerful perception. With his bloodline, he can sense the breathing and heartbeat in buildings and houses from a distance, even if he is standing on the street.

But the feedback from the Kamaitachi at this moment was complete silence, either all the people inside had disappeared, or... they were all dead.

“…You’re right, then we should definitely go and explore Westminster Abbey’s headquarters.”

Menek kept walking.

Since the residential buildings are becoming problematic, the strongholds of the forces in the underworld might also encounter similar situations. However, compared to ordinary people who are caught off guard and suffer the consequences, their situation should be somewhat better—no, it absolutely must be better! Otherwise, their hopes for help will be dashed.

Amidst the deafening roar of the collapsing earth, they finally entered Westminster Abbey.

Inside the magnificent dome, the lights were on, and several busy figures, men, women, young and old, were coming and going. They seemed to be searching for information and chatting. The brilliant starry night view on the dome extended into the room through the roof, which had been processed by an unknown technology, making it seem as if the lobby was decorated with a beautiful starry sky.

Menek and the others breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the forces in the Inner World had not completely fallen, and Westminster Abbey's forces were still functioning normally. They still had some usable counterattack power against the mastermind behind all the anomalies.

“Hello? Everyone from Westminster Abbey?” Menek stepped forward and greeted a gentle, long-haired young man who looked like the leader and was issuing orders and reviewing documents.

"Oh? You young juniors, it seems you need some help? Just call me Hohenheim."

The person suspected to be the leader actually looked at them, smiling unusually friendly. His amber eyes held a hint of scrutiny as his gaze swept over the handsome and outgoing Menek.

And there was Lu Shanyan, who was even more composed, dressed in a Zhongshan suit. Beside him was an Indian girl named "Ghost," with two long braids and her cheeks painted with the distinctive red paint of Indians. The girl was completely captivated by the brilliant starry night sky above her.

Menek vaguely felt that the name Hohenheim sounded familiar, but the situation was too critical to worry about anything else at the moment:

"Thank you, Mr. Hohenheim. I imagine Westminster Abbey has also noticed the unusual situation outside. In fact, our Secret Society suffered an attack on our base by the mastermind behind it all, and we lost several elders. I think everyone at Westminster Abbey is equally worried about the current situation. Perhaps we could cooperate..."

Westminster Abbey?
As Hohenheim listened to Menek's story, he glanced at the surrounding cathedral buildings. The young men seemed to have misunderstood something, but he deliberately did not correct them.

“Menek, my young friend, although I would like to pray for you and your elders, and that the blessings of the ether may be with you,” Hohenheim interrupted Menek’s plea for help, “I regret to inform you that I am sorry.”

Unfortunately? Menek was stunned, a strong sense of foreboding welling up inside him.

“I’m sorry, based on your description, I think I met your elders in the old streets of London. They were suddenly attacked and killed by a monster in the dark. I’m sorry, the bodies were too badly damaged to be collected. The situation outside is serious, and I can’t stay there any longer.”

"They must have been very gentle and kind educators. I saw their written records, which described their great ideal of establishing a secret academy."

The gentle words, uttered with a chilling reality, struck Menek's heart like a hammer blow. As he stood there stunned, Lu Shanyan, standing beside him, asked directly, "Then, may I ask, did they leave anything behind?"

Hohenheim pointed to the back of the church, "I've also collected letters and clothing from the scene, if you need them."

[The academy must be established, and the war must not stop. Whoever survives, our cause must continue!] Menek and the others hurriedly collected their belongings, staring blankly at the familiar handwriting, lost in memories, as if the elders' admonitions and voices were still vivid in their minds.

In the end, the young people returned. Lu Shanyan went to contact Angers and the others, while Menek continued to try to negotiate, "Mr. Hohenheim, I think we all need to deepen our cooperation, actively fight, and do our best to resolve the crisis outside! And if we all die in battle, let's try to preserve some resources to run schools and cultivate the next generation of elites who can save all of this..."

Looking at Menek, who was still brimming with courage and speaking eloquently, Hohenheim sighed, "Young man, you still don't seem to realize that this world is doomed."

He seemed to possess a natural, innate compassion.

Because Menek had no idea that the original Westminster Abbey crew had long since disappeared; they were merely Servants who had taken over the place, drawn in by the magic of the Holy Grail.

Hohenheim picked up a yellowed scroll and, to Menek's surprise, unfolded it into a giant painting, vividly depicting the battle between the demonic pillars around the Imaginary Tree.

"The laws from another...other world are constantly eroding this land, just as you have discovered, the humans in London are disappearing. Soon, all of humanity in Britain will vanish, because those laws will transform this land into a world that no longer conforms to humans, but to even more ancient monsters."

Hohenheim put down the scroll, his gaze complex. "If nothing unexpected happens, humanity is doomed."

Because he had one more conjecture he didn't mention: if that law continued to be perfected and transformed, this Britain would be 'replaced' into a terrifying otherworld.

Now, the Servants summoned by the Holy Grail are also in a state of confusion. It is meaningless for him and the other Caster Servants to fight for the Holy Grail on the land that is about to be destroyed, unless they can turn the tide and prevent the arrival of another world.

"An even older... monster...!"

Menek, after hearing Hohenheim's advice, seemed to have misunderstood something, which instead ignited his fighting spirit—it's just dragon slaying, isn't it? The Lionheart Society was born precisely to change the landscape of the dragon-slaying world! The tradition of dragon slaying cannot be abandoned, and the great ideal will surely be realized! Even if he doesn't get help, even if the elders pass away, he will never be discouraged!
"..."

Hohenheim watched Menek turn and leave. He never expected that this young man would be so strong-willed. The brilliance of his humanity made him take notice. Perhaps such a person is a genius of the present era, a figure who will leave a strong mark on history in the future?
Unfortunately... there's no chance of reversing this flawed historical trajectory.

"!?"

He looked down at the painting, then suddenly his eyes widened. The battlefield scene suddenly reversed, and the monsters on the Demon God Pillar stopped their attack.

A bright streak of light with a long tail streaked across the sky, like a thrown holy spear crashing down, creating a huge crater. Then came another holy spear of light... attempting to wipe out the demonic pillars that were ravaging the battlefield. However, the demon king's avatar raised a hand, and the dying monsters instantly revived and became lively again.

Hohenheim stared intently at the battlefield footage.

The luminous Imaginary Tree in the center of the area stopped operating almost at a certain moment, the otherworldly invasion stopped simultaneously, and then a door made of light appeared, from which the blurry figure of a girl landed perfectly.

In an instant, the white-haired, dark-skinned man with the Ten Commandments appeared before them. He turned his finger, and the ring reflected light, concentrating and gathering the magic power of the demon pillars to shoot out a thick and magnificent green magic beam.

However, a barrier of light seemed to appear out of thin air in front of the girl, like a giant wall of holy spear unfolding and standing in front of her to protect her. With a loud bang, the pale green aurora was deflected back.

The white-haired man was startled as his body was shattered by the rebounding aurora, and the other demon pillars were also suddenly destroyed at the same moment.

"This is……"

Savior.

A word suddenly popped into Hohenheim's mind.

Perhaps it really is possible to cultivate a prophesied savior! Let her save the world as Caster!
“Wait a minute,” Hohenheim looked up and stopped Menek, who was about to leave, “friend, I’ve changed my 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.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Emiya stood up. “This nun has gone too far. Is this a common trait of Beasts? We need to teach her a lesson before we can proceed with this activity.”

Watching the demonic bodhisattva, whose limbs seemed to blot out the sky, effortlessly blow away and knock down the generals, as if imitating the scene of the Buddha firmly holding Sun Wukong in his palm, and seeing her gentle smile and casual demeanor, she really put on an act.

Rumble!
A massive sea of ​​thunder exploded in the sky, with surging clouds and crackling lightning. Emiya revealed himself as the Thunder God, with Typhon, a three-headed dragon spewing dragon breath, beneath him.

Damn, this might actually make sense now that the old story of Zeus riding Typhon and Typhon becoming Zeus's exclusive mount is circulating.

(Meliuchina, whose position is being challenged: ?)

"Hehehe, there are even new worshippers? And the food looks so delicious. Would you like a hug from the Bodhisattva?"

Yaobikuni looked up and saw Emiya and the others flying towards her. When they opened their arms, their towering, sun-blocking peaks crashed into everyone's vision like a raging wave.

Nuwa frowned. "Enough. Your words and actions, your hypocritical attitude of feigned humility, disgust me."

Yaobikuni didn't expect to hear Nuwa's angry rebuke first. She looked at the other party's small flat chest and the area that could be described as not being developed, her eyes narrowed into a smile like a crescent moon, and she immediately found a way to retaliate.

"Oh dear! So pitiful, so small..."

Nuwa sneered, "Shut up! If you anger me, I will automatically download ten thousand audio programs into your body and play endlessly the entire live recordings of Lanlanlu, the Shadow Master, the Beast Senpai, the Mother Hen, and Nero and Elizabeth!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yaobikuni suddenly froze. She really heard a chaotic sound, comparable to the singing of an ancient god, coming from inside her body.

(End of this chapter)