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

Wait, it brings together the thoughts of our ancestors?

The Dragon-Breaking Platform given to him by the Zhou family, he remembered that Lord Wa had said before, was a treasure inherited from the souls of many ancestors of the Zhou family.

Clang.

Under the surprised gaze of Lord Wa, the treasure, Dragon Breaking Platform, instantly appeared in Emiya's hand.

Facing the other party's confusion, Emiya casually explained, "I took it out from my inherent barrier."

He has now completed the inherent barrier, infinite sword making, so now when he needs to use the treasure, it has become simpler and it has become a process of directly spending magic power to take it out from the inherent barrier.

As Emiya observed the Dragon Severing Platform, things he had previously overlooked became clearer than ever before. As expected, the consciousness within the Dragon Severing Platform shared a similar function with the Zhou family's ancestors, who formed the Thought Disc.

With the strengthening of his soul consciousness, even without divine power, Emiya's Dragon Severing Platform reappeared with mythical might. The same was likely true for the Thought Disk.

The more you concentrate a large amount of thoughts and integrate them into a huge network of consciousness, the more you can display extraordinary levels of magic.

By linking with the thought disk, the thought key pattern obtained is equivalent to a privileged secret key. The thought key pattern possessed by Lord Wa is probably enough for her to perform fairy-level magic similar to the power of gods!

"…Am I right in my guess?"

"Hehehe, Shirou is indeed a genius capable of killing gods. I have finally gathered the strength of my entire clan to develop a huge system, intending to catch up with the world outside that is changing at an increasingly rapid pace!"

Wa Lord clapped his hands softly, "You actually revealed the crucial point in just a few words. You're worthy of being the one!"

At this time, Old Tang's figure had already run away to who knows where, so she held Shigong's hand and shook it gently, and the snake's tail quietly climbed up to her waist.

Emiya helplessly looked at the other person's porcelain-white face leaning rashly on his left shoulder, and instantly felt a sense of familiarity - Wazhu was still Wazhu. Although they hadn't communicated much in the past due to busy schedules, she was still the same as before...

----

While Emiya and others were leisurely traveling in Shenzhou, enjoying the scenery and nature, a group of people on the other side of the earth were already in a hurry.

120 meters below the Kassel Institute of North America.

This is the Institute of Alchemy and Scientific Engineering Applications, also known as the "Watt-Alheim Institute", commonly known as the Equipment Department.

Director Akadullah looked anxious, as if he was facing a great enemy. A group of men from the equipment department, more than a hundred of them, also gathered around the conference table. They were all uneasy and distracted... as if they were waiting for a verdict that would punish them with torture.

boom!

Deputy Director Carl stepped into the door with heavy footsteps.

"What's going on? Are they really going to cut funding?"

Akadula was like a lion biting its prey. Before Carl could even open his mouth, his rough big hands grabbed both of his shoulders, making a slight cracking sound.

It turns out that what made these psychopaths feel like they were being strangled was the academy's decision to reduce funding for the equipment department!

"Ouch, Chief, calm down!" Carl was so hurt by Akadula's unprecedented force that his face twitched wildly.

"How can you expect me to calm down? This is a matter of life and death for the Equipment Department! It concerns whether we can all enjoy fresh and healthy burgers, fries, and cola combos every Thursday!"

"Don't panic, Director. The intelligence is true. They really are going to cut funding."

"Oh, so the information was fake... Huh? What? It's actually true! Have you confirmed it? Why would they do this? What's the reason?!"

"Alas, it's too late to say anything now. Last time, our secret misappropriation of funds for research on the 'Big Carrot' was exposed. I heard that the user, Finger, was not very satisfied and sent us a complaint!"

"What?! We worked so hard to give him that hidden technology, and he actually did this to us? Next time, we'll stuff this guy's quest item with an Alchemical Explosion patch!"

"Forget it. We have no chance of getting him. After Finger graduates this semester, he will be assigned to a branch office. We won't have the chance to meet him again."

"hateful!"

Akadullah completely lost his means, his expression changed to anger in an instant, and he burst into tears like a sad man who was 1.9 meters tall, and the more than 100 men around the table also wailed everywhere.

As the only sober person in the Equipment Department, Deputy Director Karl finally managed to appease a considerable number of people and said:

"Everyone, the intelligence I bought from the News Department is absolutely true and reliable. If nothing unexpected happens, then something unexpected is going to happen to our Equipment Department—the real reason the Board of Directors is starting to massively cut our funding is because of the inexplicable Chaldea Project!"

"Chaldea? What is that? An observatory?"

Carl was also a little confused when faced with the questioner. "I don't have very detailed information. It's said that it's a plan to prevent the end of humanity. It was proposed by Gattuso, one of the school's directors. It was also reported to the UN, and they plan to unite many major powers..."

As soon as these words were spoken, a normal person would probably gasp in shock. A mere inexplicable Chaldea plan was not enough for the secret party to plan on its own, but required the manpower and material resources of such a national power. It was simply terrifying!

But there was no normal person present, every one of them was a psychopath.

UN? A superpower? I don't know! The drones they've developed could knock down the Twin Towers! Their improved alchemical bombs could sink Japan! Chaldea, appearing out of nowhere, actually wants to challenge them?

Carl held his forehead, feeling that he couldn't communicate with them anymore. He turned to look at Akadula and found that he was still wiping away tears like a child.

"Director! What are you doing, Director?"

What's with that look in your eyes? What's with those tears? Can your tears save the Earth? Can they restore the Equipment Division, which is about to be shattered and withered?

"...Then what should we do?" Akadula said in a low voice. "Tell me, without funding, how can we survive? We're supposed to be the Adam of the New World, but the board of directors doesn't recognize us. They actually want to rely on a mysterious Chaldea to save a world doomed to destruction!"

"They want to pool their strength to prevent future destruction, so we can save the world too!" Carl argued. "Director! Let's start planning a new plan, submit it to the board of directors, and defeat that weird Chaldea!"

"...You're right!" Akadullah seemed persuaded, "We can't just sit there and wait for death!"

"Indeed, so we should pick ourselves up and save the world!"

"That's right, saving the world, there's nothing our equipment department can't do!"

Akadullah began to cheer, and a group of men responded immediately, and even Carl looked relieved.

That’s right, tech geeks save the world!

"So, Director, let's quickly discuss a new plan and present it to the Board of Directors—"

"No," Akadula said with a deep look in his eyes, "Karl, do you really think this is a good choice?"

"Ah?" Carl didn't know what was wrong with the director.

"The rumors of internal strife in the school board have been around for a couple of days, right?" Acadora had also heard about it. The Senate, Angers' faction, and Gattuso's faction were blaming each other over the "internal investigation" incident. The news could be blocked at the beginning, but after so many months, it could no longer be covered up.

"Weakness externally, internal strife, and the obviously flawed Chaldea Plan...if this continues, the Secret Party will be finished!"

Carl was inexplicably shocked. The director suddenly made a sensational public statement about the "secret party pill". Oh my god, is this something he can say?

...Oh, this is the Equipment Department, no matter how crazy the remarks are, you can really say them.

"The Secret Party has fallen to this point, Carl. We must now find another way out!"

Akadullah slowly stood up and turned on the stereoscopic projection program on the conference table. Text images began to flicker in the air.

"I received a job offer from the Atlas Academy. You all know them, right? They're the ones that appeared in the intelligence records of the Japanese Holy Grail War. It's said that the weapons of the godslayer were also created by them!"

A three-dimensional image of the large mecha "Susanoo" appeared before their eyes.

"Ohhh! A real big carrot! Can I learn it just by going in?"

"Of course!"

Akadula's eyes were sharp and his tone was profound, instantly earning him admiring glances. At that moment, his slender figure seemed so majestic in the eyes of the members.

Chapter 294 I couldn't help but hum

"Waves in waves, waves in waves... The scenery is beautiful on a sunny day, the flowers are red and the grass is green, I run forward happily——"

Old Tang was running around in a high-profile manner among the magnificent mountains and rivers conjured up by his thought system. The astonishingly growing green vegetation sprouted emerald green branches and tender leaves from both sides of the mountain road, but was then passed by the figure with long eyebrows and a leisurely and cheerful look.

“——You will never grow old even if you have traveled all over the green mountains!”

He was now filled with joy and couldn't help but humming.

Even though his good brother Emiya has become rich, he has not forgotten himself. The problem of recruiting people for Atlas Academy, which had troubled Old Tang for a long time, can now be arranged clearly by Emiya with just one phone call, so he doesn't have to pay attention to Norton's nagging. It feels great!

Dengdengdeng.

Old Tang suddenly frowned and stopped his cheerful steps.

He glanced forward, gazing intently, only to see a familiar figure blocking the road at the foot of the mountain. The figure didn't seem to be paying attention to him, instead concentrating on the ethereal landscape of mountains and rivers conjured by his thoughts... This wasn't the point; the point was...

The other person actually looks exactly like me!

"Hey! Who are you, you monster? I can tell at a glance that you are not human!"

Old Tang mustered up his courage and shouted loudly to threaten the other party. He had one hand behind his back. As long as the other party dared to move, he would immediately call his good brother Emiya to come over and beat the other party half to death.

"Idiot, I am you and you are me!" He said it as if anyone was a human being!

Norton, who was standing at the intersection, was originally leaning sideways. When he heard Old Tang's stupid words, he felt he could no longer tolerate them and turned his head to curse.

"Ah? It's really you!" Old Tang and Norton are two sides of the same coin, so without resorting to other means, Old Tang was able to confirm that this guy was Norton's real body. He scanned Norton's body with his eyes in disbelief:

"...When did you get out? No, how did you get out?"

Old Tang thought to himself, if you could free yourself and act alone, why would the two of us have to squeeze into the same body and suffer like taking turns in prison?

"Humph," Norton said with disdain.

For some reason, although they are the same person, they always dislike each other when they are alone together. Old Tang was complaining that Norton was rigid and a otaku, too serious like a stinky stone in a pit, and also a perverted brother-con.

Norton also felt that Old Tang was uneducated and not hardworking enough, liked to lie down and enjoy himself, was habitually short-sighted, and was full of shortcomings. He would rather he had never existed. This spiritual aspect of humanity was simply his own mobile black history.

"I've been here for so long, and yet I still haven't figured out the true nature of this space? Simply put, this is a spiritual realm similar to the Nibelungen. The unit of measurement here isn't the individual, but rather the spiritual will and consciousness... Do you understand?"

Norton explained in a bad mood, and Old Tang finally understood, "So, this place is a variant of the Nibelungen?"

"It's just similar, but actually, it's not true. It's probably because of different purposes. This 'Nibelungen' is open-ended, accepting different consciousnesses and thoughts. And most of them are not qualified to see the scenery at the core of this thought disk like you and me."

"..."

Old Tang pondered for a long time, then suddenly slapped his head and said:

"Hey! Isn't this that... membership platform? You're talking about the difference between ordinary users and VIP users. And the reason we can get in here is because Lord Wa has the secret key for high-level VIP and even super administrator permissions!"

"I see. This is what the Thought Disk is about, right? Practicing that Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation technique can elevate one's consciousness, strengthen the Thought Disk, and then feed back to the user, allowing them to continuously gain higher user privileges and advance their magic to a higher level!"

As Old Tang was talking, he finally realized what Wa was planning. This girl was amazing. She could be said to have established a large system and platform that promoted each other and was endless. As long as it could develop in a healthy way, this set of thought magic had a bright future!

Norton looked at Old Tang with unexpected respect, "So, you still have a brain?"

Old Tang: “…” Bastard, what’s with that uncertain tone of yours? You actually look down on me so much!

I'm not that silly kid next door, Fenrir, the King of Earth and Mountains. I'm just too lazy to use my brain to study and research!

Norton then continued, "Now that you understand the ins and outs of this, it's easy to explain... Then let me ask you, do you want to escape and at the same time gain access to this thought disk's advanced permissions?"

Old Tang frowned. Is there such a good thing in the world?

Could this old wall lamp be trying to trick me?

Norton endured the inexplicably suspicious gazes and felt his temples bulge. "Do you have any self-awareness at all? Is there anything about you that's worth my coveting at this point? Could it be that abandoned brain that's been disused for so long and is about to fall into disrepair?"

The two of them were originally one. Norton knew Old Tang very well and even knew his underwear clearly.

He certainly didn't do this to help Old Tang. He did it primarily to help himself, to save himself time by getting rid of Old Tang, "a burden who wasn't adapted to lab life."

Originally, it should be easy to do this. Dragon Kings who are good at alchemy are basically familiar with soul operations. Norton has conducted in-depth research on heroic spirits, and has also made an "Attila Spirit Base" for Xia Mi and developed spirit particle technology. There is almost nothing that can stump him.

The only trouble is that Old Tang is not a separate soul, but is one with Norton, and they are different spiritual aspects of the same soul.

This means that Norton needs to recreate a container from scratch...

However, now that he had this thing that could directly carry the thought disk, Norton felt that it was not impossible to achieve a two-pronged goal quickly and effectively.

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The hissing breeze was like a series of low harmonious sounds of a zither, brushing against the crevices of the torso where the clothes were rubbing against it. The fragrance mixed with sweat and some indescribable smell blew into the air.

"……what?"

However, at a certain moment, the snake body of Wa suddenly became limp and loose, and the body that was originally tightly wrapped around Emiya fell back to the ground. The gentle expression on her face, as if she was intoxicated by the sensual sounds, disappeared, and she stared at the things in Emiya's pocket.

Emiya realized that the cell phone in his pocket seemed to be making a big fuss, and before he could completely take it out, a purple-haired figure rushed out from the window of the cell phone!

"Mmm! BB is finally free!" The uniformed BB stood with her chest out and hands on her hips, revealing a figure that Wazhu may never be able to match in her life, and a happy expression with a suspicious blush lingering on her face.

"What the hell is that suspicious blush?! It's clearly Emiya-senpai's shamelessness, flirting and being overly intimate with the opposite sex in public. In this country, that's dangerous enough that the woman could report him to the police for rape and send him to jail!"

BB talked for a long time, and finally revealed the reason why he suddenly showed up between the lines - it turned out that he was spying on Emiya on the phone, and found that Junjun was like a light bulb, so he couldn't stand it.

Wazhu raised an eyebrow, "This isn't a public place, and you're Emiya's...?"

"Hey! The most adorable BB-chan in the universe is Emiya-senpai's only demon-type AI junior!"

“…What a long adjective.”

Wa looked at Emiya, who sighed softly and briefly explained the situation to Wa who was confused.

"...I see. It's a 'cell phone spirit', a combination of electronic technology and Western alchemy techniques."