Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 487 The Divergence of Heaven and Earth - The Star of Creation!
"To be honest, I had a lot of fun during this time, but games always come to an end."

Lu Ke slowly stood up, his tone more peaceful than usual, but his aura suddenly changed.

"Don't worry, I still have a good impression of the heroic spirits who protect humanity. Although the ending will not change, you will all have a bright and glorious end."

The moon in the sky seemed to be veiled by a thin gauze, the intensity of the moonlight decreased, becoming dim and indistinct, with a faint mist rising and blurring the senses.

Everyone present was gripped by fear and unease, feeling as if Lu Ke's body had undergone some strange change that was incomprehensible, indescribable, and utterly terrifying.

"Ugh—"

With a very low profile, the only legitimate Master present, Waver, was the first to burst into a heart-wrenching vomiting sound, clutching his head in pain, his eyes filled with horror as he looked at Luke.

From his perspective, Luke's spirit origin panel changed, all the values ​​became a jumbled mess, the actual situation was chaotic, and just observing it felt like his brain was being messed up.

No, it wasn't some kind of magic trick, but something that couldn't be understood even if you saw the contents!

“Caster’s Spirit Origin has changed; his class is no longer Caster (magician), but…Foreigner!”

Foreigner, a special class outside the seven classes, an indescribable unknown, an existence outside the domain, a calamity greater than "anti-heroes," a threat to all humanity.

More specifically, it is a catastrophe for all rational life forms!
As soon as he finished speaking, Webber's vision blurred, the scene was so fast that he couldn't react at all. He only saw a bright red cloak come into view, and a burly body stood in front of him like a thick city wall.

boom!
The "wall" was sent flying along with Weber, crashing heavily to the ground.

When Webber got up, clutching his head, he saw only a look of horror on the King of Conquerors' face. His chest and abdomen had been almost cut off diagonally, and the huge wound was shocking.

Just a hair's breadth away from sending the Servant, whom I enhanced with three Command Seals, back to Valhalla.

The culprit now held the Conqueror's sword, stained with blood, presumably having snatched Rider's weapon in a split second and then severely wounded him with incredible martial arts skills.

"Rider! Luke, what... what's going on?"

Saber was completely taken aback. Even though she knew in advance that she would be fighting Luke, the sudden turn of events caught her off guard. However, the Excalibur in her hand shone brightly, as if it had sensed some kind of threat, and its power surged forth.

"It's nothing, just collecting 'contents' according to the normal procedure. The Holy Grail is empty now, so making a wish is no big deal. The function of opening the 'hole' still requires 'contents'."

Luke spoke casually, then turned and picked up the holy sword forged in the Inner Sea of ​​the Star in Saber's hand, a smile appearing on his face.

"Didn't I tell you my intelligence a long time ago? Now this is the final battle."

Saber remained silent for a few seconds. Some primal instinct told her that her former partner had become someone she had to eliminate. She looked at the half-crippled Conqueror lying on the ground, took a step back with her right foot, took a deep breath, raised Excalibur, and assumed an attack stance.

"Even the name is fake? I've really been fooled. What Master from Chaldea? Turns out, it's just an incarnation of those weird and unpredictable guys..."

Gilgamesh, who overheard their conversation, had a gloomy and serious expression. Compared to other Servants, he, with his clairvoyance and omnipotent star, knew more and also had some understanding of the Foreigners.

The Heroic Spirits of this class are either servants of great beings or beings that have been degraded from great beings themselves, but either way, they are absolute heretics.

"No wonder you behaved that way on a spiritual level, and you even enjoyed manipulating the rationality of primates... We should have known sooner that you had been subtly influencing me and others, blurring our rationality and causing us to overlook many details?"

"Then I, the king, will punish you..."

Before he could finish speaking, "The Lake of No Regrets" was already blocking the way for the Golden King. Lancelot stood silently in front of Luke, his face filled with deep melancholy.

He is so difficult!

Having finally escaped the sycophantic Master who had cast a spell of madness on him, he thought he had found a wise ruler worthy of his loyalty, only to turn around and see that the same Master had taken the throne from him. He was filled with grief and indignation, yet powerless to do anything about it.

Having just witnessed another possibility of Britain in the world of mental images and completely accepted Luke Wangfu's identity, I suddenly discovered that Master, the hero who protects humanity, is actually a Foreigner who poses a huge threat to humanity.

I've finally seen what it means to be torn between loyalty and righteousness.

If he had known that the Holy Grail War would turn out to be such a mess, he shouldn't have answered the Holy Grail's call!
"Ran, you don't have to take my side. The fact that I threw you to Saber in the mental world is a hint. My meaning should be quite clear, right?"

Luke glanced at Lancelot, who was blocking his way, and was quite surprised. He was certain that Dimurdo would do this, but Lancelot's choice was indeed unexpected.

"You want me to join my king in attacking you? I wish I could do that too. What a wonderful opportunity it would be to give you a legitimate chance to beat you up."

Lancelot's voice was resentful, filled with gritted teeth, yet he remained resolute and did not move away.

"But I've already sworn an oath to you to fight to the last moment! I don't want to betray you again!"

Lu Ke: "..."

Well, for once, he felt a tiny bit of guilt about how he had toyed with his knights.

Luke sighed helplessly. Through the contract link, he communicated with the Assassin of the Tohsaka Mansion in the blink of an eye. Then he raised his arm, revealing a dense array of Command Seals, and infused them with magical power to make them light up.

"By command of the Command Spell, all Servants, attack me with all your might!"

The clear sound echoed around, causing everyone to freeze for a moment.

Since it's already the end, there's no need to make things difficult for his subordinates. Xiao Lan and Xiao Di have provided him with a lot of entertainment, so at least let them fight like heroes.

Lancelot turned around in astonishment, almost unable to believe what he had just heard, but the power of the Command Seals strengthened his body and simultaneously fueled his instinctive killing intent towards Luke.

Two beams of light flashed by. Dimurdo, who had just seen Irisviel and Ilya off, was still somewhat bewildered when he appeared on the battlefield with Hassan of the Hundred Faces, whose true form was unknown.

A flash of red light appeared on Gilgamesh's body, and his already powerful aura rose to another level. He had obviously also been strengthened by the Command Seals, which was the work of Hassan the Hundred Faces and Tokiomi Tohsaka.

The Conqueror summoned Busifaras, and ignoring Waver's resistance as he was healing him, patted his beloved horse's head and ordered it to take the fragile Master away. He then summoned the Divine Wheel.

At this moment, all the Servants have assembled.

Saber and Lancelot simultaneously raised their holy swords, and Dimurdo involuntarily swung his two magic spears. The three powerful knights charged towards Luke side by side. The ghostly shadow of Hassan the Hundred Faces roamed around Luke, and the Divine Wheel unleashed lightning to launch the charge. Large golden ripples spread across the sky, and countless high-level Noble Phantasms were thrown out without restraint.

Facing six Servants simultaneously, Luke let out a hearty laugh, and his outer spirit origin no longer disguised itself as harmless, but instead revealed its true form as an "Outer God".

The dazzling rain of Noble Phantasms lost its target and was lured off course. Faced with an "indescribable" existence, the Gate of Babylon could not pinpoint its location, and even a Noble Phantasm that was "inevitably to hit" could not be locked onto when its true nature was unknown.

Countless magic circles lit up around Luke, and countless buff spells enveloped his entire body. Magic power compressed and exploded within him, transforming his body into a miniature magic nuclear reactor under absolute control. Saber and Lancelot's teamwork was excellent, and although Dimurdo was teaming up for the first time, he also integrated perfectly. Even when facing three opponents alone, Luke was not at a disadvantage at all.

Each of his attacks was a burst of magic at its maximum, displaying a power even more terrifying than Berserker's, and his superb martial arts skills were unmatched even by Lancelot.

Amidst a barrage of blades and intense light, Luke deftly wielded the Cyprus Sword, striking the most vulnerable "eye" with the simplest of moves, no matter how fierce the attack.

"drink!"

Luke roared, dodging the deadly spear, and with a backhand slash, nearly cut Dimuludo in half at the waist. Taking advantage of the rout of the battle lines, he closed in on Saber and mercilessly punched the King of Knights away.

Lancelot rushed forward and grabbed Cyprus, attempting to use the knight's invincibility to seize weapons with bare hands, but the golden halo exploded in the blink of an eye, forcing him back and also taking away his sight.

The next second, a powerful and terrifying kick pierced through the abdomen of the blinded Lancelot, causing blood to splatter and the Lake Knight to stagger and fall. If the attack had not missed the spirit core, it would have sent him back to his hometown.

pat!

Hassan attacked from behind, but as if he had eyes in the back of his head, Luke grabbed him and stabbed him through the heart, causing him to fall shakily to the ground.

"Distant ravage and domination!"

The Divine Wheels swooped down with the force of thunder, forcing Luke, who was about to finish off Lancelot and Hassan the Hundred-Faced, back. Then, the highly mobile Conqueror laughed heartily.

"I also have my pride; I can't just leave empty-handed."

Luke did not answer, but silently raised his arm. The ancient comet magic shone brightly, and the converged starlight was dazzling, aimed at the carriage in the air.

Legendary magic—Comet Azrael!

As the Conqueror King moved at breakneck speed, a sudden warning struck him, and a sense of crisis spread through his body, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

Swah——

The "Shield of the Gods" blocked the path of the Divine Wheel, and a torrent of magic pierced through the shield, but the delay was enough for the Conqueror King to escape. He silently drove the Divine Wheel closer to the Hero King, cursing the monster in his heart.

What kind of supermodel is this? She took on six opponents single-handedly and beat them so badly they ran away in terror!
Gilgamesh had somehow summoned the divine flying machine "Vimana" and, from his throne, took out a strangely shaped key.

That was the sword he was unwilling to draw even when facing the Holy Judgment in the world of his mind.

"Although you are a threat to humanity, you are worthy of me wielding this sword."

Gilgamesh spoke arrogantly, gripping the golden key tightly. The King Key rapidly transformed, its red circuits resembling the meridians of the world, spreading across the entire sky before quickly retracting.

A strangely shaped "sword" appeared in the hands of the King of Heroes. Below the hilt, three narrow cylindrical sections were tightly connected to form the so-called sword blade. It was not sharp, but it exuded immeasurable and terrifying magic.

Ea: Sword of Departure.

Long before the concept of 'sword' existed, the swords in Mesopotamian mythology, named after gods, were not used against individual lives, but against the world itself—swords that 'cut the world apart'.

"It is indeed a good sword, but it's fine as long as we can't use it."

Luke's eyes were deep and dark as he coldly stared at Gilgamesh above Vimana. His gaze transformed into a tangible mental attack, firmly intimidating the King of Heroes.

An indescribable fear enveloped Gilgamesh, this familiar sense of dread stimulating his brain and rendering his body stiff and unable to move.

It also vaguely reminded him of some forgotten memories.

"The red rose that breaks the curse, the yellow rose that brings the curse!"

Fortunately, the King of Heroes was not fighting alone. Two demonic spears struck, interrupting Luke's hint. Dimu Ludo turned pale, ashamed and embarrassed.

The incident happened suddenly, and he wasn't even there. He had no idea what was going on. As soon as he appeared, he was controlled by a Command Spell and attacked Luke, putting him in an awkward situation.

Instead of comforting the loyal knight, Luke showed him what to do with his actions. With a burst of magic, he displayed astonishing speed and appeared in front of Dimurdo in the blink of an eye.

Enveloped in golden light, Luke skillfully dismantled Dimuludo's resistance with his large palm, grabbed Dimuludo's head with his other hand, and slammed it into the ground.

boom!
Dimuludo's head sank into the ground, spiderweb-like cracks spreading from all directions, and his hands fell limply to the ground.

In the time he bought, Saber and Lancelot had regrouped, and Rider's Divine Wheel had successfully charged up, showing signs of launching another attack.

But the most crucial element is the Noble Phantasm that has already been unleashed high in the sky; Gilgamesh's Ea has begun to spin.

“In the beginning, when heaven and earth were first separated, even nothingness offered its congratulations.”

A surge of magical power burst forth from the cracks, transforming into a roaring hurricane that surged forth.

"Tearing the world apart is my sword of discord, encircling the mortar of stars, the hell of heaven is the end of the eve of creation, let us sink into death!"

Within the Gate of Babylon, countless Noble Phantasms shone brightly, and all the light converged on Ea, which, with the aid of the Noble Phantasm, unleashed an even more astonishing power.

"Heaven and Earth Diverge - The Star of Creation!!!"

The sky and earth shattered, and all matter disintegrated under the power of the "Anti-World Noble Phantasm," with all things in the universe turning into nothingness in this attack.

The fully unleashed Ea completely destroyed the entire Einzbern Castle, reshaping the surrounding landscape and leaving behind a massive crater resembling a fallen meteorite.

Gilgamesh took a few quick breaths, the overload of magic causing him to show signs of fatigue, but his excited spirit kept him focused on a certain spot on the ground.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, his smile slowly froze.

At the spot where Luke was originally, a colossal being unlike any other life form in this world appeared in its place.

It was a light, shape, color, and substance that humans could not comprehend. Even a demigod like Gilgamesh could not describe it in detail, only knowing that it seemed to contain elements such as flesh, spirit, wings, tentacles, feathers, and scales.

The celestial voice echoed and clearly entered the depths of every Servant's mind.

"You guys need to step up your game."

(End of this chapter)