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

Chapter 202 So, Herzog Died (No Mercy)
Before Emiya passed through the Torii gate and left that world, the last scene he saw was unknown black debris starting to float in the sky, a raging tsunami submerged the entire city, causing the city structures to collapse piece by piece, and the dark monster was swept into the tide and sank into it, with no chance of recovery.

The Yamata-no-Orochi roared loudly in the black sea, and blood gushed out of the wounds on its body that were pierced by the "Hundred Heads Shooting" skill, but its vitality was still incredibly strong. The sword energy of the Ame-no-Kurosaku sword swept across the area, and its divine power overwhelmed all directions, but it was unable to stop them from escaping from the exit of the Torii.

That world may be coming to an end.

Then, a fierce and merciless torrent swept Emiya and the others out of this world.

Boom!

When he opened his eyes again, what Emiya saw was a dimly lit pipe and fast-flowing water. In other words, he was floating in the water.

He subconsciously swam with his legs and reached out to feel around, and grabbed a restless little hand.

"Eriyi?"

Splash! A wet red-haired head emerged from the water, and the girl smiled and made a scissors sign to Emiya. Then she pointed to the wide tidal tunnel in front of her that was like a swimming pool, and made a "race forward" gesture.

Did you think you were playing some swimming racing game?

Emiya was helpless and really wanted to roll his eyes. This dim water environment was probably the sewer section under the city. They were located nearby when they came out, so they were washed away by the flood... He just didn't know if other people were also washed to different places because of this geographical location.

It’s so hard to hold on. I just finished my journey in the fantasy mirror world, and now I have to start a new sewer drifting journey?

I'm sure that after saying this, Eri beside me would definitely raise her hands and feet to express her full approval with great enthusiasm. She just felt a little regretful that her notebook was soaked and she couldn't write, and she also forgot to bring the little yellow duck toy that is essential for bathing together...

As expected, for Eri, bathing can be considered a water game just like any other water activity.

But Emiya doesn't like playing in the water... What's there to play with? Why play with water when you're already this old? Besides, the water quality in the sewer is simply disgusting. Even if he has an extraordinary physique, Emiya doesn't want to play in the water in such an environment... This is too unhygienic. His mysophobia is already going crazy.

"Eri, let's swim to the edge of the tunnel and grab the iron ladder. There is a platform we can walk on."

"..." Eri nodded silently. A possible sewer swimming race was cancelled. She was like a child who entered an amusement park and had a rare chance to adventure, but was ordered to only visit and not touch the facilities.

rustle……

The faint voice was faintly mixed in with the thunderous roar. Emiya didn't pay attention at first. He swam to the inner wall of the Iron Dome Temple and grabbed the iron ladder, but not long after, Eri's body suddenly trembled slightly.

"Eri?" Emiya held the ladder firmly with one hand, turned his head and saw Eri's body trembling slightly in the water. He stretched out his hand to call, but Eri did not follow him, and her face turned away, looking at someone in the distance.

"Ok?"

The rhythmic sound of the clappers began to become clear and loud, and the sound waves were reflected by the wide iron walls in the tunnel, becoming more and more obvious. Emiya followed his gaze and saw a masked figure standing on a high iron ladder and striking the pair of black clappers in his hands.

Meaningless musical instruments and sounds... Emiya used magic to enhance his vision, enough to clearly see the smiling face of the noble who was wearing a Noh mask in the dim environment. The material and color of the mask were clearly visible, and even the place where the mask and the human face were fitted together seemed to be tightly glued together. This detail was not missed.

Judging from this person's appearance... he must be the king general that Fengjian Liuli mentioned, right?
...Mask...Puppet clone...Odin...is the enemy!

The logic in his mind instantly became clear, and Emiya's free hand instantly projected a weapon, aiming it at the king general who was banging the gong for no apparent reason.

The general seemed to have forgotten Emiya's threat and was only focused on trying to manipulate Eri with the bangzi.

Since he had just encountered a fake who looked identical to the girl in the Genji Heavy Industries building, General Wang was a little hesitant. He figured it wouldn't kill him to give it a try, so with this mindset, he raised his clapper and began to play, while keeping a close eye on the girl to see if she would react.

Sure enough... "Eri" stopped moving and floated in the water like a dull puppet, with all her attention being taken away by the sound of the clapper in the king's hand.

Good, very good! A blessing in disguise! Blessings often come from misfortunes, and misfortunes often come from blessings!
Even though I just encountered a fake, wasn’t it a coincidence that the genuine product came to my doorstep?

The king would knock on the clapper while carefully observing Eri's reaction. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong. Eri's pupils became brighter and brighter as the sound of the clapper became louder.

The fear and helplessness that should have been caused by the sound of the clapper disappeared completely in the golden pupils. Instead, there was a golden glow like the sun's corona, an increasingly strong majesty, and a sense of oppression brought by looking directly at a high-level bloodline.

'What's going on? How is this possible?'

The king suddenly froze and lost his mind, secretly shouting that this is impossible!
The reason why he was so confused in an instant was that although Eri had undergone a "pontine separation surgery", she did not develop a second personality, and should not have had such a reaction!
But the majestic power in Eri's eyes could not be faked, as if she was not a girl, but a high and mighty god. How could a mere puppet of a king dare to control a god? ...

At this moment, the king's hands could not stop shaking, and the pair of clappers in his hands slipped to the ground beside him without him knowing when. At this moment, he actually wanted to kneel down to Eiry, who only had her head exposed.

"No, no... As long as I keep hitting the clappers, as long as I can reach that place..."

Under the pressure of God, General Wang fell to the ground as if his muscles had cramped, and at the same time he reached out desperately to his side and grabbed the pair of poor clappers.

rustle.

The clapper was plucked twice by fingers, making a pitiful and barely perceptible sound.

His golden pupils had already suddenly blossomed, and before he completely lost consciousness, he felt a boundless spirit that turned into a roaring torrent, rushing rapidly into his fragile mortal body. ————

Go back a few minutes.

Herzog, who is remotely controlling everything in his old nest - a research base deep underground in the mountains, is excited that he is about to retrieve a chess piece "Eri".

After all, Eri is extremely important. She is not a mere pawn like Kazama Ruri, but a vessel of "God"!

According to the notes left by Bondarev, the most critical step to become a god and ascend to the throne of the White King is to have a high-quality and controllable container to act as a filter to carry the toxicity of the White King's bloodline.

And he, as a parasite of this container, will take its essence and discard its dross, and easily seize the White King's authority and power!
Under the premise of such an abnormal situation as the Holy Grail War, Herzog began to worry about the safety and controllability of the container, especially when his identity of "Tachibana Masamune" was about to lose its effectiveness.

"...As for the upcoming Holy Grail War... Bondarev, we'll just have to wait and see."

Herzog was in a great mood after finding the container, and subconsciously wanted to take out a bottle of rare whiskey from the storage room of the base to reward himself.

He stood up, walked for a while in the dark corridor, opened the door of the storage room, and saw a masked and cloaked man who took out a glass of Macallan from the treasured wine cellar and poured it for himself, drinking it leisurely.

"……Who are you?"

After being stunned for a second, Herzog immediately warned coldly, "I will count to three. If you remain silent, you will be beaten into a pulp by the defense measures here in one second."

"You actually asked me who I am? This is really sad. I haven't seen my old friend for many years, but the first thing he said was to ask about the identity of me, his old friend."

The man raised the goblet in his hand to his lips and drank the McAllen in one gulp, not worrying at all whether Herzog's threat would be actually carried out.

"Old friend...?" Herzog felt that he had heard the biggest joke of his life, but immediately realized that "old friend" might refer to something else.

"This is a brief visit and I don't have much time. If you really don't recognize me, you can just call me Mr. MacAllen." The man raised the whiskey in his hand.

"Macallan..." Herzog felt that the man's words were becoming more and more ridiculous. He actually used the name of the wine as a code name. He was a completely shady and treacherous person.

Although he is usually the same.

"Well, I'd better explain the situation clearly," Mr. Macallan poured himself another glass of wine. "Our organization is generally referred to as the 'Medical Association'. We have also been an important investor in you over the years, so we need to check on your research progress from time to time."

"Investors?" Herzog found it ridiculous after hearing this. He set foot on the island country of Japan more than ten years ago, and was able to get to where he is today entirely through his own efforts. Does it have anything to do with your medical association?

The man began to count on his fingers, "The first investment is the provision of the 'Road to Godhood Plan', which is the notebook I gave you."

Herzog froze suddenly, his mind trembling wildly, "You are..."

Then, McCullen said, "The second investment, the Shadow Warrior technology, well, I think you are so good at it that you have always regarded it as pure science and technology... But how can it be that simple? This process essentially involves a little bit of alchemy."

"The third investment is the 'bangzi'... Oh! My old friend, you don't really think that you can learn music that can control epileptic patients from some Indian tribe? We arranged all this for you."

When the man said this, Herzog's pupils had shrunk to the size of a needle tip, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and at the same time he felt his head becoming more and more painful, and he vaguely sensed a discrepancy in his memory.

"The fourth investment is 'experimental subjects'. We provide you with the best South American drug lord and human trafficker 'Boar Neo', to ensure that even if your experiment progress is stuck, you will never worry about the lack of human materials. By the way, Boar Neo is also one of our medical association's subordinates."

"The fifth one... what was it? Oh, yes. We also placed a lot of people to support you in controlling the Eight Snake Clans and the Fierce Ghosts, so that you could take a shortcut! I don't care how the people below carry out the specifics. The reason for this arrangement is that I think your ability to operate is worrying. Otherwise, I wouldn't have made the trip in person to bring you here."

"Bondarev! You are Bondarev!"

Herzog roared with his eyes wide open, "You manipulated me. You told me everything, tempted me to act, and then you faked your own death to get rid of attention! This way you could control me in secret!"

"Have you finally remembered? Yes, I am McAllen, I am also Bondarev, I am still a member of the Medical Association, and I am also your old friend!"

The man raised the wine glass high and grinned, as if he wanted to use this glass to celebrate their long-awaited reunion.

"Fuck you! You hypocritical bastard Bondarev! You bastard! You inhuman devil!"

Herzog cursed and completely lost his composure. He couldn't accept that his years of hard work had resulted in him being manipulated by others. He couldn't accept that he had lived most of his life in false or delusional memories!
"You...you will die..." Herzog angrily tried to find the mechanism controller on his body, preparing to use the machine gun trap to shoot Bondarev.

But he came up empty-handed.

The body seemed to suddenly lose its strength, and fell to the ground like a puppet, without any breath.

"What a pity," Mr. McAllen walked forward and closed the hateful eyes on Herzog's hideous face.

"Our Shadow Warrior technology is not flawless. Its remote operation involves some mental projection... How can you try to use a puppet to directly challenge a king of the spiritual realm?"

(End of this chapter)