Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

"Everyone! Prepare for the highest level of defense! Enemy attack—! It's beyond visual range!" A burly archer in a green vest, holding a crimson longbow, shouted, his voice filled with an undeniable sense of urgency.

He seemed to enjoy extremely high prestige among the heroic spirits. Before he finished speaking, the brilliance of various defensive spells, protective barriers, and even Noble Phantasms had already begun to shine!

Almost at the same time the red archers issued their warning, divine punishment descended.

As if the heavens were enraged, countless "stars" trailing blazing tails tore through the sky, raining down on the area that had just been summoned! Their power was so immense that it seemed they would wipe this land and everything on it off the map!

"A strike of this scale... each strike is more powerful than the 'Excalibur' after its release! And it's a saturation attack!" The petite blonde swordswoman pursed her lips. She was better at attacking than defending. As King Arthur, she should have possessed the strongest protective treasure, "Avalon," but in order to choose Excalibur, she failed to bring it to her seat.

At this moment, she could only unleash the full brilliance of the holy sword, attacking with attack, in an attempt to offset some of the incoming destructive energy.

"Forced to unleash my Noble Phantasm upon arrival... What a disastrous start." Her worries deepened. "As expected of someone capable of triggering the Throne of Heroes' defense mechanism... Truly extraordinary!"

"You bastard! How dare you greet my arrival in such a way? You deserve to die!" Gilgamesh's crimson eyes burned with rage. As the original holder of a Noble Phantasm, he naturally had no shortage of defensive measures.

But this pathetic entrance, combined with the fact that he had discovered he seemed to have been summoned multiple times without ever returning, instantly ignited the King of Heroes' murderous intent to its peak.

A sudden and fierce battle broke out in the heart of the Central Plains at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Loran stood in front of the main hall of the Southern Palace, where all of Luoyang's defensive cannons were already deployed, and burst into laughter.

"surprise! mother fucker!"

Chapter 278 Type-Moon: Remote Suppression

"Did you think I couldn't do anything to you just because you didn't land in the city?" Loran sat atop the imperial city, a cold smile playing on his lips, his gaze piercing through space as he looked down at the plains covered in artillery fire dozens of miles away.

He knew the true nature of Servants. These heroic spirits, imbued with legend and mystery, were best suited for elite raids, targeted eliminations, or commanding large armies with their unique leadership and Noble Phantasms.

Using them as mindless battering rams is undoubtedly the greatest waste—of course, if facing an ordinary medieval castle, a few top-tier Servants might actually be able to breach the castle single-handedly with their Noble Phantasms.

But Luoyang is no longer an ordinary city. It is an ultimate fortress, armed to the teeth with cutting-edge technology, magic, and other forms of intelligence!

To launch a direct assault on this place, we would need to employ multiple Servants with "anti-city" or even higher-level Noble Phantasms to launch a relentless saturation bombardment, essentially engaging in a war of attrition through a "Noble Phantasm clash," and even then, success is not guaranteed.

“Even Semiramis’s so-called EX-class ‘Vanity’s Sky Garden,’” Loran thought disdainfully, “besides being able to fly, its defensive and offensive capabilities are nothing but flashy toys in the face of a real war fortress, and are worlds apart from my Luoyang!”

With a slight thought, the massive city defense system emitted a low hum once again.

"Dragon Vein Cannons, second salvo! Target correction, cover the area, don't let them regroup easily!"

An even more immense magical power was frantically drawn from the dragon vein nodes beneath Luoyang City, and through a complex diversion and amplification structure, it transformed into a destructive torrent, bursting forth from the muzzles of 186 ferocious cannons! This time, the rain of fire was even denser, and even carried tracking and area suppression effects.

"Damn bastard!" Gilgamesh was furious. The celestial ship "Vimana," made of gold and emeralds, shone with the glory of the Age of Gods, carrying him nimbly through the barrage of bullets.

Golden ripples continued to bloom behind him, and countless prototypes of Noble Phantasms shot out like arrows without cost, accurately intercepting the incoming energy cannon fire and exploding into dazzling yet deadly halos in the air.

When has this most ancient hero ever suffered such humiliating long-range suppression?

"Hahahaha! Interesting, truly interesting! Only by defeating such a powerful enemy can the Pharaoh's infinite glory be reflected!" Ozymandias's demonic laughter even drowned out the roar of the cannons.

The enormous solar ship "Mesektet," radiating a corona-like glow, made a dramatic appearance in the sky above the battlefield.

It carried the Pharaoh and his chosen warriors, like a moving temple of the sun, and bravely charged against the gunfire towards Luoyang City!

"Hmph! Hiding in the distance and shooting arrows from afar is not the act of a hero! But this intense battlefield reminds me of the glory of Troy!" Achilles whistled, summoning his divinely crafted chariot.

The chariot, pulled by the immortal gods Maxentus, Balius, and the famous horse Pedasus, transformed into a streak of light that tore the earth apart.

"Ride! The 'Undying Chariot of the Gale and Raging Waves (Troias Tragōidia)'!"

Wielding the Meteor Spear, he steered his chariot through the inferno with incredible speed, seemingly outpacing the trajectory of incoming artillery fire. The fervor of war ignited his spiritual core; he pulled his teacher Chiron and several Greek comrades onto the chariot, and like an arrow released from a bow, they hurtled towards Luoyang!

"This level of attack is still manageable thanks to the weakening effect of 'Sun Wheel, Transform into Armor (Kavacha & Kundala)'!" Karna was engulfed in pure flames, like a god descending to earth.

Relying on the immense damage reduction from his golden armor and the terrifying magical power he unleashed, he actually intended to withstand the artillery fire with his bare body and launch a desperate charge.

"Karna! Before our common enemy, let us put aside our duel for now!" Arjuna, driving his silver chariot, broke through the smoke and reached out to his eternal nemesis.

Karna glanced at him indifferently with her beautiful eyes, as lovely as peacock feathers. After a moment of silence, she finally reached out and leaped onto the chariot. The two great heroes of Hindu mythology chose to temporarily join forces at this moment.

Not all Heroic Spirits were so lucky or powerful. Under such dense and powerful bombardment, some Servants with weaker Spirit Origins or lacking strong defensive means saw their figures flicker a few times in the light of the explosions before turning into pure spiritual particles and regrettably leaving the stage.

The surviving heroes, each displaying their unique abilities, finally managed to approach the towering city walls of Luoyang, which shimmered with the luster of metal and runes.

However, the real nightmare has just begun.

When the attacks of the heroic spirits—whether sword energy or magical impact—landed on the city wall, countless runes engraved inside the wall were instantly activated!

The "Spiritual Might" talisman invokes the pressure of the dragon vein, weakening the attacker's momentum and power; the "Anti-Air" talisman forms an invisible gravity field and atmospheric lock, attempting to forcibly pull flying units down; the "Spirit Binding" talisman emits interference waves targeting spirits, causing heroic spirits to become sluggish; the "Diamond" talisman grants the wall absolute hardness surpassing that of steel; and the "City Suppressing" talisman coordinates the overall situation, connecting the entire section of the city wall into a unified whole, distributing damage, and converting some of the attack energy into pulse beams for autonomous counterattack!

This city wall is not only an indestructible shield, but also a platform for counterattacks covered with spikes!

"Jump over!" Some heroic spirits attempted to use their mobility to cross the city wall, but Luoyang's air defense system reacted immediately.

The "anti-air" talisman was fully activated, and together with the rising giant electromagnetic lightning net and the rapid-fire energy cannons specifically designed for anti-aircraft firing that emerged from the hidden compartments of the city wall, a three-dimensional death zone was formed.

Several Riders and Archers who attempted to break through were killed on the spot amidst the interplay of lightning and artillery fire, their spirit origins shattered.

After paying a heavy price, the heroes finally realized that conventional siege tactics were meaningless here.

"No more hesitation! Unleash your Noble Phantasm and blast it apart!" someone shouted.

The surviving powerful spirits finally began to gather their true strength.

The brilliance of the Excalibur, the rain of spears piercing the Death Thorn, the flames of the End Sword, the projection of the Brahma artifact, the impact of the Sun Ship... all sorts of magical artifacts imbued with the power of legend and law began to launch the most ferocious bombardment against that seemingly eternal city wall!

The city wall trembled violently, and the runes flickered, but it still stood stubbornly.

And it was during this chaotic climax, with the roar of the treasures and the changing colors of the world—

Deep within the Southern Palace, behind Loran, a shadow twisted silently.

King Hassan, the Grand Assassin, appeared without warning, as if seeping directly from the silence of death.

His greatsword, a symbol of "the end," carrying the purest concept of "instant death," had already been swung out, its blade aimed directly at Loran's back. This strike transcended speed; it seemed that the declaration of death had arrived the instant it was swung.

"The evening bell has revealed your name."

"By divine decree, I will strip you of your wings!"

However, it was as if Loran had eyes in the back of his head.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He didn't even turn around. The newly formed "inner world" force field around him operated with unprecedented intensity, and Loran swung his Crimson Sky Sword.

"Qiang——!"

The greatsword struck the barrier, producing a dull, deafening sound as if it had struck the very foundation of the universe!

The "instant death" law, which could instantly destroy the spirit foundation of an ordinary Servant, was greatly weakened, dispersed, and resisted when it touched Loran's self-contained "inner world," which isolated internal and external rules.

"In terms of stealth assassination and insight into the void, I am your senior!" Loran suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing with an all-knowing light.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, the tips of which were surrounded by the clear light that evolved from his inner world. With a speed that surpassed King Hassan's reaction, he struck the huge tower shield first.

"Your declaration of 'death' has limited effect within my realm of 'life'!"

As their fingers clashed, the space itself seemed to groan under the immense pressure. King Hassan's tower shield, strong enough to withstand the onslaught of anti-army Noble Phantasms, trembled violently from the point of contact, and even the aura of death it contained was somewhat dispersed!

For the first time, the ghostly flame beneath King Hassan's hood showed a noticeable fluctuation. He realized that the enemy before him was not relying on mere force or magic, but rather on a fundamental law that he had never seen before, a law that formed its own world, to resist the "corrective" power from the Throne of Heroes.

Loran felt his inner world, which was accelerating and even becoming more solid due to absorbing the top-level "Death Intent," grow even stronger with his fighting spirit.

"Grand Assassin... a fine whetstone. But far from taking my life!"

The counterattack has begun.

Chapter 279 Type-Moon: The Fire Emperor Burns Heaven and Earth, Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, Stepping into the Outer Realm

King Hassan's greatsword was thwarted, and the tower shield trembled. The unchanging concept of "death" seemed to freeze for the first time in the face of the opponent's strange, self-contained laws.

But he did not retreat. The dignity and mission of the Grand Master made him gather an even deeper darkness. The eerie light on the greatsword was even brighter, as if he wanted to drag the principles of this world into eternal silence.

“Stubborn to the end.” Loran’s eyes turned cold, and he no longer held back.

He held his fingers as if in a fist, and the beautifully decorated Emperor's Sword "Chixiao" at his waist was not drawn, but the magnificent imperial meaning of "slaying the white snake", "supporting the chaotic world" and "reviving the Han Dynasty" contained within it was boldly drawn out by his hand!

The crimson sword energy soared into the sky, not with the sharpness of metal, but with a boundless power containing the fire of a prairie fire and the intent of revolution.

"I have witnessed the rise and fall of the Han Dynasty over four hundred years, with dragons and snakes rising from the land, and the world being transformed! Now, take my move—the Fire Emperor burns the universe!"

He used his hand as a blade, making a virtual slash forward. In an instant, the Crimson Sky Sword Intent merged with his understanding of the destiny of the Yan Han Dynasty and his perception of "destruction and rebirth," transforming into a crimson blade of light that stretched across the heavens and earth!

Where the blade flashed, it was not merely a matter of burning; rather, it seemed to drag a piece of time and space into the dramatic scene of the end of a dynasty, a time of endless war, the collapse of the old order, and the emergence of a new order amidst blood and fire.

This is the burning of will, the revolution of rules!

The deathly darkness that Wang Hassan gathered seemed to have met its nemesis in the face of "Burning Heaven and Earth," which represents the rebirth of a great civilization in blood and fire!

Death is the end, is silence; but the Fire Emperor burns the universe, giving birth to new life in destruction. Its essence is the extreme "movement" and "change"!

The darkness and the crimson gold blade light collided with a deafening roar!

There was no loud noise, only a strange hissing sound as if the rules of two worlds were grinding and annihilating each other.

The eerie light on King Hassan's greatsword shattered inch by inch, and his towering figure began to blur and become transparent under the onslaught of the crimson-gold blade's light.

“This is not…a death that follows common sense…” A slightly surprised whisper came from under the hood.

Finally, amidst the crimson flames that consumed everything, the figure of the Grand Assassin vanished completely, returning to the Throne of Heroes.

He was not defeated by brute force, but rather by the concept of "static death" that he represented, which was restrained and overshadowed by the "dynamic incineration" that Loranna embodied, which contained the dramatic changes in civilization and the creation of new life from destruction.

Having slain King Hassan, Loran's momentum surged even higher! He let out a long roar, his voice echoing across the land:

"Five Northern Army Colonels! Follow me—and attack!"

Behind him, a hundred fully-fledged gods and demons, enhanced by solar furnaces and new technologies, roared deafeningly, like five groups of ancient giants awakening. With steps that made the earth tremble, they followed Loran and charged out of the Luoyang city walls, heading towards the chaotic group of heroic spirits!

Loran had a bold plan in mind, a plan that required him to send these Servants back to Valhalla as quickly as possible.

Faced with the overwhelming onslaught of heroic spirits from different mythological systems, Loran laughed loudly, and the newly formed "inner world" within his body began to operate wildly, with divine knowledge from the world of Godslayers and plundered from gods of various systems around the world rising, combining, and evolving within it!

"You have come here relying on legends, and I will shatter you with legends!"

Based on a completely new inner world, the Type-Moon version of the "Eight-Nine Arcane Arts" is fully activated...

"The first one!" Loran shouted, his body already beginning to swell and deform as he charged into the fray.

One-eyed, golden-armored, and wielding the eternal spear—Odin's imposing aura instantly enveloped the nearby Norse forces.

Brunhilde's spear trembled violently, almost slipping from her grasp.

"Father God...why..."

"Lost Valkyries, your mission has long since strayed." Loran (Odin)'s voice carried the indifference of a god-king. Gungnir, the spear of eternity, transformed into a meteor, carrying the weight of all Asgard, and crashed into Sigurd and the other Norse Servants who were on high alert.

Sigurd roared, and the demonic sword Gram burst forth with dazzling sword light, but at the moment the spear and sword clashed, he felt the rejection and crushing force of "fate"! The sword light shattered, and he was sent flying backward as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, his spirit foundation violently shaken.

Before the Norse heroes could recover, thunder roared across the heavens and earth! Loran's appearance changed again, his red hair bristling, Mjolnir, Thor's hammer, unleashed a torrent of lightning, and Thor descended in his furious form.

"Thor is here!" Loran (Thor) laughed wildly, and his warhammer swung down, unleashing a thunderous storm containing the destructive will of "Ragnarok" that instantly tore apart the Valkyries' defensive formation.

Brunhilde wielded the giant, blazing spear with all her might, but the pale flames at its tip dimmed continuously before the wrath of the supremely powerful and yang thunder god.

On the other side of the battlefield, Cú Chulainn had just forced back a Viking God-Demon when he felt a suffocating light attacking him from behind.

"Child of Light? He is but a shadow of my own." Loran transformed into the sun god Rug, whose golden light shone brightly. The light of his peerless divine spear, "Bombard the Five Stars," even surpassed that of the blazing sun.

Cú Chulainn's "Arrow Protection" effect diminished sharply, and he felt a stinging, burning sensation on his skin.

"Cú Chulainn, watch out!" Fergus appeared like a ghost, his spiral sword aimed directly at Loran's head.

However, Loran didn't even look. His left arm was instantly covered with armor that shimmered with a mysterious silver light. The "silver arm" of Nuada in Celtic mythology firmly grasped Fergus's sword!

“Swordsman who wields the Neon Sword, your bravery is commendable, but times have changed.” Loran (Nuada) flicked his wrist, and immense force flowed through the spiraling sword. Fergus grunted and was forced to retreat.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cú Chulainn roared and unleashed the "Spear of Death Piercing," the blood-red demonic spear transforming into a destructive meteor, only to be directly shattered by the spear of light that Loran (Ruger) casually threw, the shockwave of the explosion sending Cú Chulainn flying.

"Ancient souls of Babylon, rest in peace before your supreme god!" roared the dragon phantom. Loran transformed into Marduk, the king of the gods, wielding the Marduk scepter and battle axe, symbols of supreme authority.

Gilgamesh's expression changed as he sensed that the prototypes of the Noble Phantasms originating from Mesopotamia in his treasure trove were emitting mournful cries.

Enkidu gathered all his power and shot thousands of chains toward Marduk, but they were easily frozen and disintegrated by the cosmic radiance emanating from the scepter.

"How dare you blaspheme the glory of the gods! In the name of Rome, all things are born from my spear!" Romulus, the progenitor of the gods, raised his spear high, attempting to create a fortress from conception to block them.

However, Loran (Marduk) simply slammed his scepter to the ground, and the older, more fundamental laws of "creation" surged forth, causing the newly formed phantom of the Roman fortress to collapse like a sandcastle.

"Look at you, who died by this arrow in your previous life, can you now withstand the true sun!" Loran's voice rang out in the Greek camp. He transformed into the sun god Apollo, and the "sun core" power, compressed to its extreme, was concentrated on the golden bow. He shot an arrow, and the scorching light made even Achilles, who possessed the "unfading flower of the brave," feel his soul burning.

At the same time, the cool moonlight gathered on his other side, and the figure of Diana (Artemis) appeared. The Moon Goddess's arrow, carrying the absolute laws of "tracking" and "hunting," completely caused Atalanta's "Heavenly Bow" to lose its aim.