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

Chapter 462 Great Britain Weightlifting Champion
Emiya looked at Caesar, pointed at Don Quixote, and then at his temple. "Excuse me, I'm just asking. How long has he had these symptoms?"

"long time."

As Caesar spoke, he covered his pectoral muscles with both hands, his face filled with grief:
"It started when you left. He would have hallucinations from time to time, imagining himself as the Grand Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial, who served the feudal emperor, and you as the great general leading an army of 100,000 followers to conquer new territories."

"Just a couple of days ago, Old Tang was still standing on the big table in the observation room 'holding power' and issuing orders, which he called 'eunuch overseeing the country.' He was also secretly reporting to me that you had too much military power and were too arrogant, and that as a general in the field, you might not obey orders, which could endanger the country and the nation..."

Emiya was immediately shocked, and Nuonuo and the others around him were also surprised.

Even Caesar has said so, which means that Old Tang really did have a lot of fun in private... no, in public, at headquarters while the main force was away!

"Fuck..."

Old Tang almost lost his composure when he lunged forward and bowed in greeting. He never expected that his joke would backfire on the usually serious director, who would team up with him to make fun of him. "Damn it, you want to play dirty tricks on me? Well, I, Old Tang, will play along to the end!"

"Your Excellencies, I am innocent!"

This clown then proceeded to kowtow and put on an act of all eighteen kinds of performance, saying, "Your Majesty, I have worked tirelessly day and night, holding power with all my heart and soul, daring not to slacken in the slightest. All of this is to be loyal to Your Majesty and to share the burden of the General. I have absolutely no treacherous intentions. Heaven and Earth, the sun and moon, bear witness!"

"What nonsense!"

Nuwa's eyes held amusement, but she deliberately put on a stern face and shouted, "I have long heard that your secret collusion with the alien gods has been exposed, and that Imperial Guard Master Xia is trapped in the enemy camp of the British Fairy Kingdom because of you. In my opinion, it would be better to send the Imperial Guards out in a fierce attack and, while they're at it, tie this fellow up and send him to the front lines!"

With such eloquence and skill, this kid is terrifyingly talented. It would be a waste to keep him in the rear; he should be used on the front lines, serving as Constantine's right-hand man. Perfect.

As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility. Going to the front lines of human affairs, risking one's life and shedding blood, shining brightly and contributing immeasurably!

"I have also heard some rumors!"

Nono chuckled and shook her head. "I think, since things have come to this, why not grant his wish to surrender and send him to the Fairy Kingdom of Britain, and bestow upon him the title of Earl of Glamorgan? When the Chaldean army arrives, if you surrender with courtesy, you will still retain this title!"

"I……"

Erii also wanted to join in the fun and say a few words, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't come up with a joke.

Historical dialogues were a bit too much for her, and even the Taiga dramas that NHK had been broadcasting for decades were among the few things she wasn't interested in. To this day, her favorite show remains TV Tokyo, which consistently broadcasts anime. As for video games, she's only played a few rounds of Civilization.

"Uh, I... this... is it really that serious..."

When he realized that others had joined the condemnation, Old Tang was momentarily stunned.

He was completely unaware that the Singularity Exploration Team at the front had already honed their basic skills in flexible counterattacks under Plerati's repeated abstract offensives.

Old Tang looked on with a mix of amusement and exasperation at the "surging public opinion" that had put him in such a precarious position. He had no choice but to back down, saying, "Brothers and sisters-in-law, please have mercy on me. Treat me like a soft-hearted marshmallow and just let it go."

The women noticed the way Old Tang addressed them, and their tone faltered. The storm of retaliation that had been brewing in their mouths dissipated without them even realizing it.

“Then you really are very sweet.” Emiya’s expression was also strange.

He looked at Su Xiaoqiang, who seemed secretly pleased by Lao Tang's humiliation, and asked, "Let's get down to business. It looks like you've run into some trouble?"

Caesar's words were brief: "There's been a problem with Project C (The Hidden Ones). If you've finished your work, come to room 005 for a meeting to discuss it in detail."

Emiya exchanged a glance with the person next to him. "Regiereif, you and Amor, take Miss Lily back to her dormitory. As for the rest of you—"

Sesshouin Lily blinked innocently, "Why? Can't I listen to Emiya-nii's meetings?"

"Well, because it concerns our next destination in Chaldea, the journey will be much riskier than before..."

"But Lily has power now!" Sesshouin Lily clenched her little fist. "After helping my brother with that, I now have a world inside me!"

"this?!"

Su Xiaoqiang was shocked when she heard this. She had heard that Emiya and his team had successfully taken over the entire singularity. So it was because of this girl? She was so young, yet she had such strength.
Old Tang and Caesar were secretly amazed. Such a small creature contained a miniature world within its body; the fate of a protagonist in a fantasy novel could not be more extraordinary.

Emiya and the others reacted rather calmly. After all, this so-called small world was severely damaged by Emiya's ritual and divine power, which were enhanced by a bunch of buffs. Although it was called a world, it wasn't really anything special.

“Could we bring her along?” Su Xiaoqiang looked at Emiya, her eyes bright and shining. “It’s about the Singularity, and she might be of great help.”

Sesshouin Lily was overjoyed to hear someone speak up for her. "Really? Thank you! You're such a beautiful and cool lady!"

"Haha, you can just call me Sister Xiaoqiang." Su Xiaoqiang smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, after being praised so directly by the girl. Oh dear, this little one named Sesshouin Lily seems to know how to please people.

Emiya was not an inflexible person. After confirming with Caesar that Su Xiaoqiang did indeed need Sesshouin Lily's help, he agreed.

As for Nuwa's side, a large group of people went to the other side to settle the events organized by Prierati. They needed to determine which items and resources the Servants' accumulated points could be exchanged for, or used for lotteries.

The people from Emiya's side followed Caesar and his party, and seeing that they were carrying flashlights or lamps, they wondered what they were doing there. Were they about to have a power outage at Chaldea for maintenance?
Old Tang, all mysterious, leaned close to Emiya's ear and said, "You'll understand in a moment. The room the director was talking about is all about creating a sense of seclusion—"

"Ahem!" Caesar's hearing was excellent due to the power of the Kamaitachi. "The eunuch in charge of writing?"

Old Tang immediately shut up, silently slapping himself in the face.

Then they started their meeting in the dark workshop with the low-powered lighting. When Emiya heard that the room couldn't be fitted with electrical appliances, he was speechless for a moment, then took out a sword inlaid with rubies and placed it in the center of the table.

Old Tang started peering around again, asking, "What's this?"

Emiya shook the hilt of his sword, and a rich aura of fire element spread out. The ruby ​​on the blade suddenly lit up, emitting a light intensity that could rival that of a group of desk lamps.

He chose to talk nonsense, "Have you ever played Dark Souls? Do you even know what a campfire is?"

Old Tang glared. "You can't fool me! The Undead clearly stuck a spiral sword in the campfire!" "Tsk...then you should know about the Gryffindor sword, right?"

"That Harry Potter one? Looks a bit like it. Bro, you're not planning to start an academy-themed story in the next singularity, are you?"

"Perhaps it really is an academic style."

Caesar tapped his finger on the table. "According to the observation room's conclusions, the British Singularity began in 1900. According to the Secret Party's records, this was the turning point in their education at Kassel College. If you happen to be there, you might even run into the Secret Party elders who were the founders."

“But the Magic Academy is unlikely, unless a bunch of Casters happen to show up there, take over Cassel’s ‘role’ and then go through the trouble of creating a new academy.”

But would a Servant who only briefly appears in the world really dedicate themselves to education at a distorted point in history? It seems highly unlikely.

"Let's talk about the risks we might encounter before we take action."

Caesar presented the contact records of the Hidden Ones compiled by Su Xiaoqiang to everyone, saying, "Based on our speculation, the most likely anomaly is the 'Otherworld Corruption.' Conservatively speaking, it's not just that Otherworld lifeforms will appear in British soil; the environment and laws may also change."

"Hmm?" Emiya keenly sensed the problem, because the solutions to previous singularities all revolved around one point, and this point seemed to have encountered difficulties in Britain—"levitational ley lines..."

“That’s right!” Caesar chimed in. “Old Tang and I have discussed this repeatedly. If the environment of another world were to invade as a whole, the most affected would be the ley lines. The soil would undergo unknown changes or even deteriorate and decay. Most of our ley line-based technologies, from Spirit Origin Ascension to Mythical Ritual, would be rendered useless!”

"I don't think the Alien God would attack the Singularity without a reason, risking a confrontation with the Demon King. The reason he did this is simply because he sent his apostles to observe our previous battles at the Singularity and began to develop targeted strategies."

Su Xiaoqiang smiled, and then she came to her solution: "But they didn't expect that we have a portable world to fall back on."

Sesshouin Lily realized she was being talked about, and an angelic smile and adorable dimples spread across her face. "Hmph, Lily will beat all the bad guys to a pulp!"

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! I'm hit!"

Fat Caesar stared intently at the lottery card pool, his eyes bloodshot like a gambler who had been up all night. Then, at a certain moment, when he saw the card pool's special effects burst into a burst of golden light, he stood up instantly, his belly, made of excess fat, jiggling three times.

"What the hell, you beast, what's wrong with you?!" Hector came over to watch the spectacle.

The fat man glanced at the middle-aged man, shook his finger with a mysterious expression. "Don't ask, I'm afraid it will discourage you, Uncle."

"Your goal is nothing more than limited-edition dishes. I'm guessing you submitted three orders, which is 30,000 points in total, right?"

Hector shrugged. He had already figured out the general pattern based on each Servant's luck level. "Oh dear, I'm still lucky. The replica of the divine spear Longinus, personally crafted by the Sword Emperor, a powerful Noble Phantasm that's just been forged, came out in one go!"

"Damn it! You old man, you bastard! I challenge you to a 1v1 duel!"

……

"Damn it! We're both Lancers, but I..."

Diarmuid prided himself on his chivalrous demeanor, but even he couldn't help but feel restless at this moment. Amidst the atmosphere of others drawing prizes (especially Hector's sudden acquisition of a divine artifact and his subsequent rapid rise in popularity), he couldn't resist investing his hard-earned points into the pool.

However, the result left him speechless. All sorts of random "black keys" and some low-quality or ordinary magical artifacts were completely useless to him, a Servant who mainly uses guns in close combat!

Diarmuid patiently placed an order for 10,000 points each. He placed one order, then a second, a third... and then six or seven orders, but not a single drop appeared in the pool.

No, why! Why is this happening?!
The older man's lancer has a luck B, while the other lancer has a luck E, so does that mean he doesn't deserve to participate in the lottery?

“Sir Diarmuid, you have done very well.” The old superior Finn walked over and patted the poor African man on the shoulder. “I recently learned some phrases from modern vocabulary, and they are quite thought-provoking when I read them repeatedly. You can also savor them and gain some insight.”

"Uh?"

"Xuan will not save Fei, but krypton will not change his fate."

Diarmuid was silent for a few moments, a strange light flashing in his eyes. "Lord Finn, may I ask how many shipments you used?"

"both……"

Diarmuid took a deep breath. "My lord, I suddenly feel feverish today and want to go to the combat simulation room to hone my skills. My lord, may you come with me?"

Finn: "..." Okay, but could you please not point a gun at me while you're talking?
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.

Britain is a land steeped in fairy tales. These fairies, according to these legends, can be categorized as follows: long-lived, highly intelligent, skilled in magic or other magical abilities, possessing values ​​vastly different from human society, having unique tastes, and residing in areas difficult for humans to find.

"Perhaps, this last point should be crossed out."

Nestled among the mountains outside London, a magnificent and imposing European-style castle stands, its lights reflecting brightly through the windows. In the shadowy depths of forests or lakes, where the light cannot reach, it seems as if pairs of eyes in the darkness are watching this building imbued with powerful magic.

"But I must congratulate you, Menek, my friend. Your talent in magic far surpasses that of ordinary people. You shone brightly in this mission, and even the teaching staff praised you highly in their comments on my assignment."

In a room within this magnificent castle, where many photographs adorn the walls, von Hohenheim Paracelsus clasped his hands together as he perused the documents submitted by the young man before him.

"Thank you, Headmaster!" Young Menek appeared enthusiastic, but a lingering worry remained on his face.
“I don’t intend to take credit. The situation outside is still not optimistic. The land is changing every minute. Those little goblins, Picoshi, Bandis, Red Hats... more and more legendary magical creatures and monsters are invading this land, while our strength is like a drop in the ocean.”

“You’ve done enough,” Hohenheim said, looking completely unconcerned.

"The situation isn't too bad yet; we just haven't reached the right time yet."

Menek was puzzled. "But Headmaster, the teachers are all legends in the magical world. Instead of our current mission of secretly investigating everywhere, we can adopt a more violent and thorough offensive strategy and do whatever it takes to take back our Britain!"
"You are a legendary alchemist! And you possess that treasure! The 140 counties of the four kingdoms of Great Britain rest on your shoulders!"

(End of this chapter)