They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

Melyuzina replied calmly.

As the most prized secret weapon of the Snake Eight Clan, Eri has an emergency riot control unit patrolling the ward 24/7. If Eri shows any signs of losing control, they'll respond quickly. The medical team isn't permanently stationed here, but only conducts regular checkups.

During the days when she was pretending to be Eri, Nono had already figured out the routine of the medical team, but the patrols of the riot police were so flawless that she had found them quite difficult to deal with.

"Very good!" Nuonuo's face lit up with joy, her pupils shrinking slightly with excitement. She thought to herself, here it comes, it's finally here. She has been waiting for this day for a long time. "Let's go, we should go investigate the hidden screen walls in this building——"

As she spoke, she grabbed a katana hanging on the knife rack - it seemed to be a sacred sword used by shrine maidens in rituals - which was just right for self-defense, and flashed towards the door like a ghost.

The spiritual form of Melyuchina followed silently, and materialized the moment it approached the thick alloy door. The dark blue armor and gauntlets glowed slightly in the night. Melyuchina stretched out one arm and grabbed the edge of the door.

"Click——"

The door lock mechanism instantly disintegrated under Melyuchina's magic. The thick metal was cut and melted into red-hot molten iron by the high temperature, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling sound. The alarm suddenly blared loudly, and the shrill sound echoed in the corridor.

However, the once heavily guarded surroundings were already deserted. This small sound seemed insignificant amidst the enemy intrusion alarms and chaotic clamor throughout the Genji Heavy Industries building.

"Let's go!"

Nono crossed the threshold and left the ward with ease. In the past few days, Melyusina had already explored the route for her. As long as the conditions were ideal, they could reach the room with the hidden screen wall as quickly as possible and avoid attracting other people's attention.

In fact, everything went as smoothly as she had planned. Nuonuo avoided the elevator and headed straight for the corridor behind the emergency exit. Her steps were light and swift, and she quickly passed by the staircases one after another. Finally, Nuonuo stopped at the 13th floor.

Nuonuo's eyes swept over the floor number, then she pushed the door open and walked in.

A faint, ever-burning lamp suddenly came into view, its dim light glaring against the darkness. Beyond it was a sturdy, secure door, similar to the one in Eri's ward. Nono had intended to have Melyuchina force her way in, but upon closer inspection, she discovered the lock was broken, clearly someone had forced their way in first.

She immediately drew her knife and stepped forward, carefully pushing open the half-closed door with the tip of the knife. A screen painting as tall as a wall stood proudly in the vast space.

This kind of screen wall is usually built in front of the gate to block the view of passers-by, but a screen wall of this size is rare. It is at least four meters high and quite wide, as if it was forcibly dismantled from a wall somewhere else and then secretly moved here.

Under the dim light, Nono could vaguely see the screen wall covered in ancient paintings in ochre and indigo. Monsters with human bodies and snake tails lined up in long rows within the painting. The behemoths, with eight long necks and eight heads, used their sharp tails to slice through the mountain range.

In addition, there are naked women, twisted and winding snakes...all kinds of grotesque and meaningless images fill the picture.

Knowing that someone had broken in, Nono didn't go forward to interpret the situation. She gently pointed the knife downwards and tapped it twice on the ground, signaling Melyukina to remain on guard.

Then, she reached out and took the eternal lamp from its hanging stand. The light flickered, illuminating the empty space. Nuonuo gradually took in the structure of the vast space. Aside from a few screen walls, there were only frame pillars erected at regular intervals, and shadows swaying in the light...

Nuonuo suddenly paused, thrusting his long sword forward. A figure emerged from the corner of a screen wall. Dressed entirely in black, he blended seamlessly into the surroundings, his pale Noh mask standing out as a stark contrast, revealing him.

As Nono approached, the masked man took out a pair of black stick-like clappers and began to tap them gently, making a rustling sound by rubbing them, which sounded like some kind of Indian music.

"?"

Nuonuo watched the masked man's music performance with a puzzled look on her face. At that moment, she thought that the other party was going to take out two pistols or some strange props, but the result was just like this?

No, this masked man is waiting here just to play some weird and unpleasant niche music for her?

Should she turn a blind eye to this, or should she cooperate and show her support, making fun of the masked performer?

But Nuonuo finally decided not to choose either of them. She waved her hand and said in a cold voice, "Meliuzina——"

The masked figure over there finally stopped "playing," as if realizing something was amiss. His movements froze, his expression unreadable beneath the mask, but his body was clearly tense, even trembling slightly.

Perhaps, he finally realized that he had made a fatal mistake - the "performance" was completely ineffective, and the "Eri" in front of him was a fake, and he was simply playing a trick.

Then the masked man rushed forward angrily, like a mad beast.

However, before his attack could reach Nono, he was blocked by Melyuzina, who was wearing armor.

Since the opponent had clearly revealed his murderous intent, Melyusina no longer hesitated. She swung the sword like a condensed beam of light and released it casually.

The man wearing the noble mask was chopped into pieces before he could react. His body suddenly stopped in mid-air and fell to the ground like a broken doll, his emotions frozen between anger and terror.

"Shenjin, it almost made me laugh."

Nuonuo only felt that the performance of this guy who suddenly banged the gong and showed murderous intent in the blink of an eye had a kind of brainstem-missing beauty, so he simply said a few words and turned to study the painting on the screen wall.

"Ancient Yellow Springs Road... The Path to the Gods... God-given bones and blood..."

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Wang Jiang was strolling through a teahouse at Genji Heavy Industries as if he were at home. Suddenly, the celadon teacup he was playing with fell to the ground without warning and was crushed by Wang Jiang's angry foot.

"Despicable! They actually replaced it with a fake one!"

Originally, Herzog dispatched the king and the demons to take advantage of the fact that the eight snake families had not yet thoroughly investigated the details of Tachibana Masamune and charged him with a more serious crime, and forcibly created a perfect death drama, making it seem that "Tachibana Masamune was assassinated by Bondarev of the demons", in order to clear the stain and put the blame on Bondarev.

At the same time, he also intended to plunder the family's weapon, Eiry - since one of the chess pieces, Genjiro, became out of control, the more important Eiry must be firmly grasped in his hands.

Herzog knew that the real Bondarev might still be hiding in the shadows, manipulating the Holy Grail War. Therefore, he absolutely dared not risk his own life and become a Master. His intention was to participate indirectly through the two originally intended pawns, the Genji brothers.

Now that he had one less chess piece, Gen Chisei, he had to add Eri.

Like Minamoto no Chijo, Eri underwent pontolysis surgery, a procedure used in the last century to treat epilepsy by cutting the corpus callosum. Many patients who underwent pontolysis surgery no longer suffer from epilepsy, but often experience inconsistencies in their left and right brain thinking.

According to Herzog's research, patients undergoing pontoschisis surgery can be manipulated mentally, even switching between left and right brain personalities, simply through the use of special clapperboard audio. For example, under the continuous clapperboard sound, Genjima would passively switch back and forth with his Kazama Ruri personality, which explains Herzog's confidence that Genjima remains under control.

Although Eri did not develop a second personality due to the pontine separation surgery, she was still controlled by the sound of the clapperboard.

That's how it should be...

But "Eri" who broke into the screen room was not affected at all!

As if to vent his anger, the king kicked the small coffee table in front of him, and the table made a loud clanging sound in the simple tea room.

"Dragon King, you need to go to the Shadow Wall Room in Area D on the 13th floor to deal with an imposter. Oh, and remember to bring your Servant with you."

Wang Jiang said to Feng Jianli in the communicator. At the same time, the pair of clappers in his hands made a rustling sound, suppressing Feng Jianli's rebellious arrogance, "Don't let me down."

Chapter 194: Imitation God Eighty Disasters Sun God

"Hiss, these are all ancient seal characters, ancient characters and variant forms..."

Nuonuo stood before the massive painting on the screen wall, her brow furrowed as her fingers gently traced the indecipherable characters on the cool stone surface. In her hand, she held a long-burning lantern. Its dim light, tinged with a bluish-purple halo, illuminated a small section of the screen wall, but the painting above remained shrouded in darkness.

Nono, with no other options, immediately showed a look of sorrow. So, she started profiling.

She touched it with her hands, even pressing her temples against the stone surface of the screen painting—and the painting seemed to come alive, vividly unfolding a vast and boundless ancient world. The patterns on the surface of the screen seemed to dance.

The first thing that came to Nono's mind was a scene of countless men in black hammering and banging around an ancient shrine. Their sounds were loud and sharp as some craftsmen used tools to cut through the rock, peeling off the exquisite ancient paintings from the massive shrine's limestone walls and transferring them to new walls, forming the screen wall we see today.

But this is not true. These are still superficial contents about the screen wall, only residual information carried by the hands of those who recently moved the screen wall, and not the content that the creator of this ancient painting wanted to express through the screen wall.

"Melyuzina, keep a close eye on it from now on."

"Yeah. I understand. There are no enemies coming for the time being."

"No, it's not just the enemy," Nuonuo's gaze remained fixed on the screen wall. "Next, I'm going to do an in-depth profiling. If I show any abnormal behavior, such as screaming or going crazy, you must wake me up in time."

"……oh oh."

Nono began in-depth profiling. While superficial profiling was like swimming in an ocean of information, in-depth profiling was like diving into the deep. Chaotic information would grow exponentially and unpredictably, revealing itself around the profiler.

To say it's chaotic and disordered isn't quite accurate. Human sensory perception is limited and vague, unable to absorb too much information at once. Just like how, even with excellent eyesight, one can't observe the macroscopic and microscopic worlds without the aid of a telescope or microscope.

Therefore, ordinary people can only see "everything in front of them". Perhaps only the legendary omniscient information master "Laplace's Demon" can always have a thorough understanding of everything in the universe.

Nono's ego seemed to sink to the bottom of the ocean. She saw people dressed in robes of an unknown ancient style, moving about within the vast, majestic, and magnificent divine city. Using technology that would seem inconceivable to modern eyes, they had constructed the straight, broad shrine roads and a variety of magnificent palaces. The magnificent city of the Age of the Gods rose majestically.

Some priests wearing white robes and jade crowns gathered together and spoke to each other in a language that was incomprehensible to them, but Nono could sense a lot of the messages they were expressing.

Some of them said the god's remains could not be unsealed, lest disaster befall them. Others argued that if the god were fully resurrected, humanity would also benefit and receive his gifts. God, a being possessing all powers, was perfect and omnipotent. How could he possibly seek to harm a mere mortal? ...

From the arguing, Nono gradually understood that the priests and elders were divided into two distinct factions: those who were friendly to the god and those who were wary of him. The friendly faction built a magnificent temple for the god's remains, while the other erected a strong seal around it, imprisoning the god while simultaneously dwelling in the palace.

Nono gradually saw the hidden clues in their words - those who are friendly to God not only worship God's power, but also covet and desire that great power; those who are wary of God fear God's power, but also despair that God's bones cannot be destroyed.

blah blah blah...

As the profile deepened, chaotic lines began to fill the surroundings, and the sound of the sea gurgled in my ears. The sounds of the palace gradually faded away, and the great divine city fell apart, washed away by the mighty sea and sank.

Nuonuo, like the lost human in "Inception," was gradually trapped within a dream within a dream, unable to escape. Unable to determine the direction or exit, she began to lose control of her body. The sea surged frantically around her ears, and the mythical flood seemed to roar towards her head.

Nuonuo paddled hard, unwilling to give up, and swam closer to the divine city in the azure ocean. She could only vaguely hear the sounds and images echoing like a murmur:

They dared not address the deity by name, so they wrote in ancient books: "Forever imprisoned in the Supreme Mother Goddess... in the Land of the Underworld... The entrance to the Well of Corpses is sealed, and the Ancient Road to the Underworld is inaccessible..."

"Nono!"

Melyukina's cries and ferocious beatings instantly pulled Nono out of the tsunami of his dream. The eternal lamps before the screen wall still flickered with a dim, indistinct light, and the world, from its clamor, instantly returned to silence. Nono's eardrums vibrated and swelled, as if unaccustomed.

"Be careful! The enemy is coming!"

After Melyuchina's reminder, Nono realized that what was causing his eardrums to vibrate was not his own lingering illusion, but a real enemy's sudden attack.

Boom!

Melusina suddenly grabbed Nono's belt and retreated three meters. The place where they were originally standing was burned by the huge flames and pierced through a part of the floor.

A golden figure as petite as Melyuchina rushed up, his whole body wrapped in huge demonic flames, with a pair of tall pointed horns on his head, and the demonic claws connected to his arms were slightly larger in size, with red and black skin and an ominous aura.

The other party gently extended its claws, and the thick frame support next to it was directly broken off. The ghost servant flung the frame support, which was much taller than her body, away like a leaf. Then she removed a thick piece of flooring and swung it out in the same way. The wreckage of the building flew at lightning speed like a cannonball.

Sizzle, sizzle——

Melyuchina's reaction was even faster. She drew out a blade condensed from light particles and casually swung it before her, weaving a dense, woven web of terrifying swords. The resulting blast of air ripped apart everything, from pillars to the floor, shattering them all in one blow.

“Unhappy…unhappy…”

The ghost girl across from them roared, and the flames grew even higher. Thick black smoke rose, blackening and scorching the surrounding screen walls. In just a few seconds, the vast room was engulfed in an unstoppable blaze!

Melyusina wasn't afraid of this, but Master Nono might not be able to stay in such a smokey, hot, and oxygen-deficient environment for long. "We need to move outside first!"

Nuonuo's eyes were bloodshot. The paintings on the screen wall she had been staring at had been burned to ashes by a single "charge" from an enemy Servant. Her hard-earned opportunity had been completely wasted, and she had only received fragments of information.

I'm so fucking angry!

"Let's go!" Nuonuo said muffledly, covering his mouth and nose. "Also, you must beat him hard!"

whoosh-

The master and his servant broke out of the window, shattering the glass curtain wall. The figure with dragon wings spread out drew an obscure arc in the night sky, and millions of broken glass formed a brief river of light in the night sky under the moonlight.

Inside the room, where the fire was already raging, Berserker Ibaraki Douji saw that her target had actually fled. She angrily prepared to throw the "Bush Fire" condensed in her hand downwards to release it - the accumulated power was enough to burn down half of the Genji Heavy Industries building!

"Wait a moment, Berserker."

A man in a kimono, Kazama Ruri, slipped in from behind the emergency exit door. He appeared to be breathing heavily, not from the exercise or the heat of the room, but from the mental shift triggered by the sound of the clapper in the king's hand.

The King's recent clapping of the gong had silenced Ruri Kazama's personality, awakening her own personality, and then switching back again. This process was akin to torture, leaving Ruri Kazama feeling instantly powerless and in agony. Damn it, if the King hadn't revealed his true form, he would have taken advantage of this guy's carelessness and chopped off his head.

"Master?" Ibaraki Douji put away the will-o'-the-wisp in an unhappy mood, and carried the huge machete in her other hand on her shoulder.

"Our target is not them, so we'll just pretend for now."

Kazama Ruri said. He actually knew Nono. He'd instructed her on how to wear Eri's makeup the last time she met Emiya. It was practically impossible for her to be an enemy. Now, pretending to chop her was just the King General's job.

"what?"

Ibaraki Douji heard that her old enemy Watanabe Tsuna was in this building, and was excited to go find him, but ended up having to fight a female dragon halfway.

"Well, since they chose to retreat, let's just assume we were on the verge of defeat, but in the end, they escaped without us noticing."

"Do you really think so?" Ibaraki Douji raised the giant blade, and the ferocious bush fire surged even more violently.

"—The dragon has returned!"

Just as she finished speaking, Melyuchina attacked again like a supersonic fighter jet, and the more blazing magic sword shot out like a laser cannon, piercing through layers of floor and frame pillars.

Finally, there was a loud rumbling sound, and the entire Genji Heavy Industries Building was cracked with a hideous gap at the 13th floor, and was split into two in an instant by a bright white light!

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At night, Emiya and others were still wandering in the lifeless city of Tokyo.

Just follow the same routine as the last time they entered this world and continue to find the direction the monsters came from. Emiya was nervous, thinking that the black mud monster from last time would appear again, but this time it had a different trick.

The huge dragon body clung to the top of the bronze tower in the southeast corner of the metal city. The pair of molten gold vertical pupils on the dragon head rotated, burning with golden anger, as if guarding a huge city barrier and launching a frantic attack on the incoming enemy.

The strange thing is that this giant metal city does not conform to any architectural features of Tokyo. The tallest spire is more than twice the height of Tokyo Tower. The other buildings are as magnificent as mountains, stretching as far as the eye can see. The entire city looks like a palace complex in mythology.

But the giant dragon on the top of the tower was the first to be hit, so everyone was attracted by the violent posture of the dragon so close.

A strange black aura and a terrifying aura enveloped the towering dragon's form. Its presence was drastically different from that of the many other monsters that had appeared before it. Its presence was far more massive and lofty than any other monster. Not only was its physical size comparable to a tall building, but its aura and sense of oppression were also vastly different.

...It looked like a dragon made up of a mixture of various strange elements such as divinity, death curse, disaster, etc.

"T-This is...a dragon?"

Aso could feel his mouth trembling as he spoke, his fingers unconsciously clenching the corners of his clothes. This oversized lizard, with its bloody mouth, wings, and thick limbs, looked like a fantastical dragon from a Western fantasy film. How did it even appear? It was completely different from those "One Hundred Demons Night Parade" scenes!

"Not necessarily." Chiyoko shook her head, her brows slightly furrowed. She felt as if she could smell a familiar scent from this dragon, like a "big snake."

"Who knows? Maybe a dragon, maybe a god?"