Thank you for the invitation. He's in heaven now, he's become God.

Did he really betray the Black team?

In the end, Diarmuid abandoned the idea of ​​getting support from Iskandar and prepared to face seven or even eight riders at the same time.

However, Yawey's side did not choose to engage in a group fight.

The reason is simple: Diarmuid is too weak and doesn't deserve the title at all. Even Yuuka Kazami isn't interested in him at all.

Any one of the four god-level heroic spirits could easily defeat him; there's absolutely no need to gang up on such an existence.

"You must be Lancer, right? In that case, let me do it!"

The one taking the stage is a certain Miss Hades, who previously stated in the castle that she was unwilling to contribute to the Holy Grail War. She wields a cage of spears and exudes a cold and aloof demeanor.

"Such a fierce and imposing aura suggests she must be a rather powerful goddess, right?"

Seeing that Yahweh's side did not choose to gang up on them, Diarmuid breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the goddess before him, and in his heart...

They still weren't confident of victory.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now that he looked closely...

Such powerful and pure divine energy, where did this supreme god come from?

Diarmuid knew that this Holy Grail War was special, as even the Heroic Spirits themselves could be summoned.

But... isn't it a bit too outrageous to summon a complete god without any weakening?

Even Diarmuid didn't have much confidence in winning against a god, especially a powerful god of the underworld like Ereshkigal.

After all, it would be fine if they were all weakened Servants.

However, what he is facing now...

But it is the very deity!

P.S.: I originally wanted to write about Lily, but I felt that Lily couldn't win, and I guess people wouldn't like this kind of plot, so I changed it to Ereshkigal.

Chapter 175: The Spearman Who Was Instantly Killed

"However, even exchanging names with the opponent I'm about to fight to the death is not possible..."

Diarmuid brandished his red magic spear, a surge of fighting spirit coursing through him.

"...What a disappointing constraint!"

A powerful enemy—isn't that exactly what he wanted?

A true hero is someone who turns the impossible into the possible!

Even if they are real gods, so what?

He Dilumudo will not be intimidated by this!

"No need to worry about it..."

However, after hearing Diarmuid's words, Ereshkigal gently shook his head.

"Because it will end soon, all it takes is..."

"...in an instant!"

As Ereshkigal finished speaking, her figure vanished from Diarmuid's sight, causing the skilled man's pupils to shrink sharply.

His intuition, honed by countless battles, made him instinctively raise his gun to block the attack, and as it turned out, he wasn't wrong, except...

useless!

The red and yellow pistols were completely ineffective and were deflected. By the time Diarmuid reacted, the cage of spears belonging to the god of the underworld had already pierced through his body.

"........."

Looking at the stunningly beautiful goddess with a cool expression, blonde hair, and red eyes in front of him, Diarmuid opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

He had considered the possibility of defeat, after all, his opponent was a complete god, and it would be a miracle to win.

However, he did not expect that he could not even withstand a single move.

In fact, in a normal Holy Grail War, even if he couldn't defeat Ereshkigal, he could at least exchange a few blows, and with his powerful martial arts skills, he could even fight Ereshkigal to a standstill for a short period of time.

After all, if they are all servants, aside from their Noble Phantasms, their power levels will not be significantly different.

However, in this Holy Grail War that was interfered with by the chat group, Diarmuid faced the gods directly as a Heroic Spirit, fighting a fourth-tier god with a third-tier god, and the difference in strength was simply too great!

It is only natural that they would be defeated so easily without any resistance.

Finally, this somewhat conflicted spearman could only be reduced to pure magical particles and dissipate into the air under the powerful force of death.

After dealing with Diarmuid, Ereshkigal returned to his original position, his expression completely unchanged.

"This battle was... somewhat unexpected..."

At this moment, Iskandar finally recovered from his shock, and as he spoke, his expression was slightly stiff.

Clearly, Ereshkigal's power was completely beyond his control.

In his view, Diarmuid's imposing presence truly lived up to the title of hero.

Even without using his Noble Phantasm, he wasn't entirely confident of victory.

As a result, this hero he admired so much was instantly killed without any ability to resist.

At this moment, the King of Conquest finally understood what a truly complete god, without any weakening or suppression, really meant.

If Ereshkigal's opponent had been him...

Although he was very confident in his Noble Phantasm, he estimated that he would be killed by this goddess before he could even use it.

"That's it?"

Black Cat couldn't help but complain at this point.

"With such limited strength, I really don't understand what gave that guy the confidence to so brazenly display his power..."

Despite being weak, they are so confident.

"But now that that guy is out, can we take care of the other one now?"

After dealing with Diarmuid, the Black Cats set their sights on Iskandar once again.

Of all the characters in this Holy Grail War, she was the most lively.

After all, she was originally just an ordinary person.

The Holy Grail War...

This was the first time she had ever experienced something so strange and interesting!

Upon hearing the black cat's words, Iskandar naturally showed a wary expression.

After Diarmuid was defeated, he, as the only Black Faction Servant present, was in a very dangerous situation.

This development was not what he had expected.

But there was nothing he could do; the battle ended too quickly, and he simply didn't have time to save her, nor could he.

"But that would be a bit boring..."

Just as Iskandar was preparing for battle, Yahweh's voice suddenly rang out.

"After all, this should be the Holy Grail War, right?"

"But the Black Faction's Servants and Masters all act alone..."

"After all, we only just learned about the rule change..."

No sooner had Yahweh finished speaking than Iskandar immediately chimed in.

"...But you guys...did you know about the Holy Grail War beforehand?"

Looking at the seven Heroic Spirits from Yahweh's side, Iskandar's expression was somewhat puzzling, and he tentatively asked, "..."

There's nothing Kenneth can't possibly not think of.

In fact, the situation for Black is the normal one.

After all, before the rules of the Holy Grail War changed, all Masters and Servants were enemies.

It's surprising that a group of seven Masters, like the Red Team, would act together.

Red Team...

Something is wrong!

"I imagine there must be quite a few Heroic Spirits and Masters secretly observing from the surrounding area right now, right?"

Yahweh could see through Iskandar's thoughts at a glance, but he didn't care and instead said this with a smile.

"Hiding in the shadows and sneaking around is not the behavior of a hero!"

As he finished speaking, the heroic spirits who were observing the situation from the sidelines suddenly became somewhat out of control.

A heroic spirit who looked exactly like Lily, wearing a blue battle dress, walked out from the side. Her expression was somewhat stiff, clearly not quite reacting to the sudden change.

Beside her was a woman with short black hair who had chased after her from behind.

From another shadowy spot emerged a silver-haired, red-clad heroic spirit wearing the Ten Commandments.

However, the expression in the eyes of this heroic spirit was somewhat complicated.

Finally, atop the streetlamp, the Golden King, clad in golden armor, revealed his form.

"How dare you interfere with the king's actions and show no respect for his dignity..."

Suddenly being pulled over, the golden-haired guy was clearly very displeased.

"...You mongrel, who gave you that authority?"

He stood on the streetlight, looking in the direction of Yahweh, his scarlet eyes flashing with a chilling light.

He struck a pose, as if he wanted to say something.

But the next second, a fist as white as jade was pressed directly onto his face, making him swallow the words he wanted to say.

The punch was powerful and heavy, and everyone present could clearly see the process of the Golden King's face deforming.