Simultaneous travel: I am proving the great way in the heavens

“Ah, Joan of Arc.” Gilles de Rais said in a strange, sing-song voice, “My holy maiden, it's all the fault of the gods. They took you away from me. It's my resentment towards the gods that has turned me into what I am now. But it doesn't matter, as long as we can be together, nothing else matters. Joan of Arc, my holy maiden, please leave with me.”

Frowning deeply, Joan of Arc could feel that the Gilles before her was no longer the person she remembered. She even sensed an unprecedented sin emanating from Gilles.

This was something she could not accept under any circumstances.

You must know that Saint Joan of Arc never gave up her inner faith, even when she was burned at the stake. Even the Dragon Witch was just an imaginary heroic spirit created by Gilles, combining his impression of Saint Joan of Arc with the spirit base of the Holy Grail War, and adding his resentment towards France.

This meant that the Black Joan of Arc, the Dragon Witch, never existed in the first place.

“Gilles, I don't know what you've been through, but you've clearly fallen now,” Joan of Arc said sternly.

Just as Joan of Arc was about to persuade Gilles to repent and confess his sins,

A clear, aloof voice came.

What era was this? Where did this Creator God suddenly pop up from?

You must know that after the Age of Gods ended, not to mention gods, even fantasy creatures had completely disappeared.

And now, in this era of great technological advancement, at this crucial moment when the Holy Grail War was being held, a large group of heroic spirits suddenly jumped out, claiming to be Rulers and wanting to stop the Creator God from destroying the world?

What kind of outrageous plot was this?

“Destroying the world? Creator God?” The King of Conquerors looked at Waver beside him in confusion and asked, “Little Master, why do I feel like I don't understand what they mean?”

Waver's face had turned pale.

What a joke! He only stole Kayneth's catalyst out of spite for Kayneth's disdain for him, choosing to participate in this Holy Grail War to prove himself.

But what was this now? The Creator God had popped up, and wanted to destroy the world?

For a moment, Waver regretted it so much that his intestines turned green.

Even Kiritsugu Emiya, who was hiding in the shadows, planning to assassinate other heroic spirit Masters with modern firearms, temporarily abandoned his various plans after hearing the words of this heroic spirit.

You must know that in this Fourth Holy Grail War, he had almost always used underhanded tactics to deal with his opponents.

Not to mention using modern firearms, he wouldn't hesitate to blow up an entire building if necessary.

Kayneth was almost buried alive in the hotel building by Kiritsugu Emiya.

Kayneth had thought it was a good idea to set up his magic territory in the hotel, but who knew that Kiritsugu Emiya, this magus killer, would not play by the rules at all, but would blow up the building he lived in along with him. Without the building, the magic territory set up inside the hotel building would naturally collapse.

Kiritsugu, who had always used justice as his guiding principle, suddenly felt a sense of mission upon hearing that there was a chance to save the world.

“We're here to participate in the Holy Grail War, and you suddenly want us to save the world! Haha…” Iskandar laughed and said, “Can you tell us which Creator God is going to destroy the world?”

You must know that among the heroic spirits present, almost all of them could be linked to the Age of Gods. Not to mention Gilgamesh, who himself had two-thirds god and one-third human blood in mythological epics, even Iskandar had the added bonus of being a son of Zeus.

Artoria need not be said, this one was a standard Red Dragon bloodline, and Red Dragons, in Celtic mythology, had a divine bonus and could be regarded as gods.

Even Diarmuid was a rare warrior cultivated by Angus Mac Óg, the god of love in Celtic mythology, and Manannán mac Lir, the god of the sea.

Therefore, the heroic spirits accepted the existence of gods very quickly.

After calming down, the heroic spirits, who were all existences from history and mythological epics, quickly began to inquire about the identity of this Creator God.

Diarmuid, however, scrutinized this heroic spirit, whose main color was purple, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, saying, “You… you are Scáthach, the Queen of the Land of Shadows?”

Both Diarmuid and Scáthach existed in Irish Celtic mythology. Of course, King Arthur also belonged to Celtic mythology.

But in Diarmuid's opinion, an existence like Scáthach should not have become a heroic spirit in the first place.

But now she had descended as a heroic spirit.

After Scáthach confirmed his guess, Diarmuid's expression instantly changed.

Hesitating for a moment, Diarmuid said to his Master, Kayneth, “Master, what should we do now? Should we join this battle to defeat the Creator God?”

Diarmuid's purpose in participating in this Holy Grail War was probably the purest, because in his legend, he had seduced his brother's wife and betrayed his lord.

Although this was due to Diarmuid's love spot, it had left a lingering psychological shadow on Diarmuid.

He needed to wholeheartedly serve his Master, his lord, in the Holy Grail War to wash away his shame.

That was why, even though he recognized Scáthach and desperately hoped to fight alongside an existence like Scáthach, Diarmuid still needed to seek Kayneth's opinion first.

Unfortunately, Kayneth did not give any response to Diarmuid's question.

In the Einzbern castle.

Luo Fu and Morgan naturally saw the commotion at the pier.

Morgan looked at Luo Fu in surprise and said, “Master, the Counter Force is actually targeting you in this way.”

“What do you think of this Diarmuid?” Luo Fu suddenly changed the subject and said to Morgan in a rather expectant tone.

Looking at Luo Fu in confusion, Morgan said, “Master, you're not planning to snatch this Diarmuid, hoping he becomes your servant, are you? Could it be that this concubine cannot fulfill your needs for subordinates?”

Facing Morgan's feigned grievance, Luo Fu directly chose to ignore it and said; “I just feel that Diarmuid's wish to participate in this Holy Grail War is so pure that it shouldn't be tainted.”

A look of surprise flashed in Morgan's eyes as she looked at Luo Fu.

Morgan had been very clear about what Luo Fu had experienced before.

After such a dark experience, Morgan felt it was only natural for Luo Fu to do anything outrageous to the Matou family.

But now Luo Fu would actually choose to help a heroic spirit who had nothing to do with him, which made Morgan a little unbelievable.

However, at the same time as being unbelievable, Morgan was glad that she was the first to choose to follow Luo Fu.

Luo Fu's unexpected actions, although indeed surprising, proved one point: he had not completely fallen into darkness because of his previous tragic experience.

Even the most heinous villains hope to be friends with good people.

Morgan herself could not be considered purely evil, at most she was only orderly evil.

Of course, she hoped that her Master would be someone who abided by order, rather than an arbitrary existence. Luo Fu's current performance far exceeded Morgan's expectations.

“Does Master want to give this Diarmuid help?” Morgan said hesitantly, “He has already pledged allegiance to his lord, I'm afraid he may not be able to choose to pledge allegiance to Master again.”

Morgan reminded him without a trace.

“It doesn't matter.” Luo Fu said indifferently, “What has descended now is only a servant with the Lancer class. At worst, I will directly pull his main body down from the Throne of Heroes.”

The moment the words fell.

In Morgan's eyes, Luo Fu's figure suddenly appeared a fleeting moment of flitting.

In just a short moment, when the flitting feeling on Luo Fu's body disappeared, a figure appeared out of thin air beside Morgan.

“Master.” Morgan stared wide-eyed, looking at Luo Fu in disbelief.

Luo Fu actually did it, he really pulled Diarmuid's main body from the Hall of Heroes into reality.

When Diarmuid's heroic spirit main body was pulled out of the Hall of Heroes by Luo Fu.

At the Fuyuki City pier, Diarmuid, who was pleading with his Master, Kayneth, suddenly began to dissipate, turning into pure magic power.

“This is…” Kayneth exclaimed.

Visibly to the naked eye, the Command Spells he used to restrain the heroic spirit disappeared out of thin air in this short moment.

He had lost the qualification for this Holy Grail War, lost his heroic spirit.

“What's going on?” Although Waver had a great conflict with Kayneth, at this moment, when he saw Diarmuid's disappearance, he couldn't help but feel a sense of tension and worry.

The King of Conquerors Iskandar had never seen such a scene either.

Clearly not dead, but directly withdrawing from this Holy Grail War.

This was simply incomprehensible.

At the same time as the servant disappeared, Diarmuid in front of Luo Fu also slowly opened his eyes, and after looking at Luo Fu, he instantly understood his current situation. Diarmuid smiled wryly and said, “Should I call you Master?”

“Lord is also fine.” Luo Fu smiled and said.

“This time the opponent is not someone I can deal with. Although I also hope to bring victory to my lord, I can only deal with a limited number of heroic spirits at most.” Diarmuid said, “But please rest assured, even if it is hope, I will offer you absolute loyalty.”

“Then use death to prove your loyalty.” Luo Fu nodded and said, “After your death, your main body will directly return to the Hall of Heroes. Go, represent me, and show those heroic spirits what loyalty is.”

His face flushed slightly, and at this moment, Diarmuid felt a surge of emotion, a desire to die for a true friend.

He immediately knelt on one knee, offering Luo Fu a pledge of allegiance.

Diarmuid rose and said, "Thank you, my lord. I will use my life and the battlefield as my stage to offer you my loyalty."

After receiving Luo Fu's permission, Diarmuid bowed again. He knew very well that this was his only chance to pledge allegiance to Luo Fu. It wasn't for any other reason, or that Diarmuid had other ideas.

It was because almost everyone at the dock was Diarmuid's enemy. From the moment he decided to pledge his loyalty, he knew he couldn't return alive.

This was the first and last time he would meet Luo Fu, his lord and Master.

If there was another chance to meet, the two might not be lord and subject, but rather enemies!

And Diarmuid was naturally filled with gratitude towards Luo Fu, who had given him the opportunity to prove himself through loyalty.

Watching Diarmuid disappear before his eyes, heading straight for the docks, Morgan complained, "My lord, my Master, did you go to all the trouble of pulling Diarmuid out of the Throne of Heroes just to give him a chance to prove his loyalty through death?"

"Don't you think it's interesting?" Luo Fu said nonchalantly. "For me, there is almost nothing in this world worth pursuing, so isn't appreciating a play called loyalty a good pastime?"

Thinking of Luo Fu's almost unsolvable strength, Morgan suddenly had a bold idea.

The Master's strength itself surpasses the Holy Grail. Why can't her wish be realized with the help of the Master?

Thinking of this, Morgan secretly decided that she must get Luo Fu's help to fulfill her regret.

Unbeknownst to her, at the very same moment that Morgan had such thoughts.

On the timeline of the Moon Cell multiverse.

A once-shaky Lostbelt suddenly became indestructible.

Morgan, who was in the Lostbelt and had become its master, suddenly had a series of strange but familiar memories flood into her mind.

Sitting on the throne of the Fairy Kingdom, Britain, Morgan revealed a moving smile on her face.

"My Master, thank you for your help. But being merely the master of a Lostbelt seems insufficient to prove my worth." When the master of the Lostbelt, Morgan, had the urge to do something big.

In the parallel universe where Luo Fu was located, at the docks of Fuyuki City.

Diarmuid's disappearance did indeed cause a considerable shock to everyone present.

But compared to the news brought by Scáthach, Jeanne d'Arc, and a group of other Servants about stopping the Creator God from destroying the world, the disappearance of a mere Servant was insignificant.

However, just as Scáthach and Jeanne d'Arc had briefly explained the tasks of the two Great Restraints, before they could head to the Matou residence to confront Luo Fu, the Creator God.

Diarmuid, who had just disappeared, reappeared before them, fully armed.

"Lancer? W-What's going on?" Waver, who was sitting in the corner of the Gordius Wheel, being bullied by Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, like a little punching bag, was completely bewildered when he saw Diarmuid again.

Diarmuid had clearly just disappeared, and even Kayneth had taken the initiative to step forward, showing his arm without Command Spells to prove that he had lost the qualifications to participate in the Holy Grail War.

But in the blink of an eye, Diarmuid had appeared again.

"Be careful," the King of Conquerors, Iskandar, said with a solemn expression, "This is not the Lancer from before."

Seeing Waver's confused expression.

Kayneth said with a gloomy face, "That's right, he is indeed not Lancer. The Diarmuid who was my Servant just now was just the Lancer of the Holy Grail War, but now, he is the true Heroic Spirit."

As expected of the head of the Clock Tower, at the first sight of Diarmuid, apart from the initial subconscious thought of scolding and questioning Diarmuid, Kayneth quickly calmed down. He even recognized that Diarmuid was appearing in his true Heroic Spirit form.

When it didn't involve his bottom line, such as his fiancée, Kayneth was almost a aristocratic magus.

He had already lost his Command Spells and no longer had the qualifications to participate in the Holy Grail War. He had just decided to return to the Clock Tower with his fiancée and get married as soon as they got back.

But now he saw Diarmuid again.

After understanding that Diarmuid was appearing as his true Heroic Spirit, everyone present immediately had different thoughts.

Scáthach sighed faintly and said, "What a trouble. As expected of the Creator God, we haven't even come to his door yet, and he's already sent us such a big trouble."

"To be called a big trouble by Queen Scáthach, this should be my honor, right?" Diarmuid smiled slightly, glanced in Kayneth's direction, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Kayneth, I can no longer serve you."

Kayneth's face was a little ugly, and he said, "It doesn't matter, losing is losing. Losing the Command Spells means that I have lost the qualifications to participate in the Holy Grail War."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kayneth couldn't wait to return to the hotel with his fiancée and leave this Far Eastern island nation as soon as possible.

Kayneth's biggest dissatisfaction with Diarmuid was the love spot on his face that could bewitch women.

If possible, Kayneth couldn't wait for Diarmuid to stay away from his fiancée.

With a slight nod, Diarmuid shook the two spears in his hand and said, "My lord summoned me from the Throne of Heroes and gave me a chance to prove my loyalty with my life. Everyone, let us use the battlefield as our stage to offer a wonderful battle to my lord."

"This..." Irisviel looked at Artoria beside her in confusion and said, "Why is Diarmuid's new Master so excessive, letting him face the enemy alone?"

Compared to Irisviel's dissatisfaction with Luo Fu, Artoria had a slight fondness for the unseen Luo Fu in her heart at this moment.

This wasn't to say that Artoria had any feelings for Luo Fu.

On the contrary, it was the kindness of a noble King of Knights towards Luo Fu, who was able to give Diarmuid a chance to fulfill his obsession.

Heroic Spirits themselves are heroes who once existed in history. To some extent, Heroic Spirits are already dead people.

So another death on such a battlefield is actually nothing. On the contrary, being able to give a warrior a chance to fulfill his obsession is what makes Luo Fu so commendable.

After all, Artoria, who had fought against Diarmuid, knew very well how powerful the Radiant Face was.

And now, the existence that summoned Diarmuid was only letting him fulfill his obsession, which was equivalent to giving up a powerful combat force.

This was also because Artoria didn't know how powerful and terrifying Luo Fu's own strength was.

Compared to Luo Fu's own strength, a Diarmuid was insignificant.

Luo Fu just couldn't stand that Diarmuid, who had no obsession with winning the Holy Grail and had only descended to fulfill his obsession with serving his lord, was betrayed even more miserably.

Although Scáthach had descended as a Heroic Spirit, her true body was not in the Throne of Heroes.

Scáthach was a true existence that transcended the world. What remained in the Moon Cell multiverse could only be considered Scáthach's brand or projection.

But even so, Scáthach still knew what Diarmuid's obsession was.

With a few emotions in her eyes, she took a deep look at Diarmuid and said, "It seems that you have met a good lord. I didn't expect that our enemy this time, His Majesty the Creator God, would cast his gaze on you."

"This is my honor," Diarmuid said with pride.

"If you don't mind, then let me personally send you back to the Throne of Heroes," Scáthach said, showing her Noble Phantasm between her backhands.

It was a scarlet spear.

As if it had been dyed red with blood.

Diarmuid certainly didn't dare to underestimate Scáthach's strength. After gripping the two spears in his hand, he said, "Your Majesty, although I know I'm not your opponent, being able to die in your hands will be the most magnificent performance to prove my loyalty to my lord."

As soon as Diarmuid finished speaking, the many Servants and Masters present immediately made way for Scáthach and Diarmuid to fight.

"Too much, too much," Irisviel said with a look of indignation.

Artoria explained helplessly, "Airi, you don't understand. For Diarmuid, his greatest wish in appearing in the present world is to be able to offer his loyalty to his lord. Even at the cost of death, even being able to offer his life to serve his lord, this is his honor and wish."

"How can there be such a wish?" Irisviel said in disbelief.

"Because Diarmuid is a Heroic Spirit!" Artoria's words, like a heavy hammer, made Irisviel instantly realize that whether it was Artoria beside her, or Diarmuid, or these Heroic Spirits from mythology and human epics, they were not humans in the ordinary sense of her understanding.