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

"Ryunosuke, it seems some impolite rats have sneaked into our temple."

He sensed that the outer perimeter's protective barrier had been activated. Such a reckless intrusion must have come from some ignorant, ordinary magician.

Perfect, this can add new material to his "art".

However, the smile on his lips froze instantly the next second.

"So fast!!"

Just as he sensed the fluctuations in the barrier, a figure draped in a black and gray cloak appeared before him like a ghost, ignoring the numerous rudimentary magic traps within the workshop!

The man held a long, shimmering sword that exuded a chilling sense of the passage of time. Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed down!

In the light of the swung blade, Gilles de Rais clearly saw the absolute indifference and disdain in his opponent's eyes, as if looking at trash.

He instantly understood—the other party hadn't failed to notice the barrier, but simply disregarded it!

“Sea Demon…” Gilles de Rais, after all, was a seasoned marshal. In his shock, he instinctively tried to summon the Sea Demon to fight off the enemy.

But it was too late.

Loran's knife was so fast that it exceeded the limits of nerve reflexes, as if it had severed time itself.

"laugh--!"

The blade flashed like mercury spilling onto the ground, disappearing in an instant.

Gilles de Rais's body froze on the spot, a thin line running from his forehead down to his crotch.

The next moment, he was neatly split in two, his spiritual foundation instantly collapsed, and he vanished into countless spiritual particles. He didn't even leave behind a last word.

"Ahhh! This is...this is so...beautiful!!" Ryunosuke Uryu, standing to the side, showed no fear. Instead, he was so excited by witnessing this extremely violent scene that his face flushed and his whole body trembled, as if he had reached an orgasm.

Looking at this murderer who feeds on the suffering of others, Loran felt only pure disgust.

"This kind of perversion shouldn't even be given a shred of 'pleasure'."

Too lazy to strike again, he directly activated the trace of "Fire Emperor Burning Heaven and Earth" intent that remained on his blade when he killed Hassan.

A crimson-gold flame of concept arose out of nowhere, instantly engulfing the entire sinful workshop, along with all the bloody "artworks" within, and the still-mad Ryunosuke Uryu!

The flames not only burned away the material, but also reduced the twisted soul to nothingness.

In the blink of an eye, Caster's team was wiped out.

Chapter 283 Type-Moon: Speedrunning the Holy Grail War (Part 3)

With his cloak billowing, Loran moved swiftly through the shadows of Fuyuki City's buildings. Hassan the Hundred Faces' Spirit Origin granted him unparalleled mobility and stealth abilities. The destruction of the Caster group was merely an appetizer; his goal was to make this Holy Grail War a thing of the past tonight.

Sensing the undisguised, immense magical power and fighting spirit, Loran landed silently atop a towering crane like a night owl, looking down below.

Unlike the original story, King Pikachu was dealt with by Loran beforehand, so only the three heroic spirits—Rider Iskandar, Saber Artoria, and Lancer Diarmuid—are facing off again, and the air is filled with a tense atmosphere.

"Are there any servants still hiding? Why not show yourself and share a drink?" The Conqueror King's heroic voice echoed across the dock as he drove his Divine Wheel and looked around.

Loran did not respond, nor did he need to. His gaze was fixed on the two most conspicuous targets below—the King of Conquerors and King Arthur.

"Start with the biggest target."

He leaped from the height, his cloak billowing in the night wind like the wings of a dead bat. As he fell, the "Years" sword was already drawn, its flowing ripples of time appearing even more enigmatic in the moonlight.

"who?!"

"Assassin? No, this aura..."

Artoria noticed first, holding the Holy Sword horizontally in front of her chest. Iskandar also suppressed his smile and gripped the Cypriot Sword tightly.

Loran landed silently, without the slightest pause, his blade already unleashed!

"Five Directions Emperor Blade - Golden Emperor Shatters the Mortal World!"

The moment the longsword was drawn, a sharp golden aura tore through the night sky. The sword light contained the intent to sever cause and effect and shatter obsessions. Where the sword light passed, space seemed to freeze, and a chilling sense of divine punishment permeated the air.

That strike was swift, ruthless, and precise! It surpassed the limits of visual perception!

The Conqueror King Iskandar only had time to raise the Cypriot sword in front of him before the pale blade flashed past!

"puff--!"

His massive body stiffened abruptly as he looked down in disbelief at his chest. There were no obvious wounds there, but he could feel that his spiritual core had been pierced and torn apart by that strange blade intent! His immense magical power dissipated like a burst dam.

“Domineering…in the end…failed to achieve its goal…” With endless regret, the Conqueror King’s figure transformed into golden spiritual particles and began to dissipate. Behind him, Waver Velvet’s eyes widened in horror, almost unable to breathe.

Almost at the same time, another split blade of light also struck in front of Artoria!

"Ex—!!" Artoria instinctively wanted to unleash her true name, but the blade was too fast! She could only channel her surging magic power into the holy sword and parry with all her might.

"clang--!!"

A deafening roar! Artoria was sent flying backward by the immense force, her hand split open, and the holy sword nearly slipped from her grasp. She knelt on the ground, panting heavily, her eyes filled with shock.

If it weren't for the unparalleled quality of Excalibur itself, and her use of most of her magic power for defense at the critical moment, that strike would have been enough to send her down the same path as the Conqueror!

Loran raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised that Saber could withstand the attack, but he didn't seem to care.

"It seems that the quality of the Star Holy Sword saved Little Cotton Blanket's life."

At that moment, the white-haired figure in the shadows saw the face Loran revealed, his eyes filled with flames of hatred. He didn't even care why "Tokiomi" had become so abnormal, and he gave orders to his servant.

"Berserker! Kill Tokiomi Tohsaka!"

Loran's gaze swept over Lancelot (Berserker), who was forced to manifest due to his Master's command and was letting out a silent roar, and Diarmuid (Lancer), who had received his Master's order to charge forward with his spear, still showing a hint of guilt about being ganged up on.

"If you're a nobody, you should have the awareness of being a nobody."

Loran moved like a ghost, dodging Diarmuid's Yellow Rose, which contained the curse of "inevitable destruction." At the same time, the "Years" sword drew a strange arc, triggering another sword technique.

"Five Directions Emperor Blade - Azure Emperor Annihilates Immortality!"

This strike was silent and stealthy, without the slightest sound of wind; the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

But the two rushing Servants simultaneously felt a pang of fear—the life force within them was rapidly draining away, as if being drawn away by an invisible force and thrown towards that shimmering longsword!

Lancelot's rage subsided visibly, his movements becoming sluggish; Diarmuid's spear thrusts also lost their usual ferocity. Just as their lives were drastically weakened, Loran's blade shifted again:

"Five Directions Emperor Blade - Black Emperor Overwhelms All Things!"

A dark vortex appeared out of nowhere, its powerful suction drawing in the two weakened Servants. From within the vortex came the mournful cries of shattered Spirit Origins, as Lancelot and Diarmuid vanished into spirit particles.

"Berserker!" A painful roar came from afar, followed by silence.

In the shadows, Kudo Maiya, Kenneth, and the others quickly moved away from the battlefield in their own ways. They knew clearly that without Servants, they could not possibly be a match for Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was like a monster on the field.

Loran sensed the movements of Kuonma and the others and followed behind them.

As for Matou Kariya, the most affectionate character in Fate, I can't be bothered with him.

His powerful senses detected an unusual spatial fluctuation and a powerful convergence of magical energy emanating from the direction of the Einzbern family's castle in the forest outside Fuyuki City—a sign that the Greater Grail system was being partially activated! Clearly, the "Lesser Grail" Irisviel von Einzbern in the castle was passively absorbing a massive amount of soul matter due to the deaths of several Servants.

"Ah, perfect, saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one."

Loran instantly changed his target. Ignoring the prepared Artoria and the wary Kiritsugu, he flicked his cloak and transformed into a streak of light that almost blended into the night, speeding towards the outskirts of the forest at an astonishing pace.

In a few leaps and bounds, the snow-covered Gothic castle came into view.

The defensive barrier surrounding the castle was utterly useless against the "Years" blade. With a mere slash of the blade, the barrier crumbled as if eroded by time itself. Loran walked into the castle hall with the ease of returning home.

Inside the hall, the silver-haired, red-eyed android Irisviel leaned weakly against a chair, her body gradually losing its human form due to absorbing too many Servant souls, transforming into the "Holy Grail Vessel".

Emiya Kiritsugu's assistant, Hisau Maiya (or his true form), stood guard anxiously nearby. The castle's magical traps had already been forcibly suppressed and rendered ineffective by Loran.

"Stop!!" Hisayu Maiya shouted, raising her gun, but her hand trembled slightly. The oppressive feeling emanating from the person in front of her far exceeded that of any enemy she had ever encountered.

Loran did not answer; his gaze fell on Irisviel, or more precisely, on the "little Holy Grail" forming inside her.

"A wish-granting machine that distorts wishes? It's barely usable as a pure energy source, and it also gives me a glimpse into the Third Law that the Einzbern family is pursuing."

He raised his hand, and the "Time" blade pointed at Irisviel. It wasn't a strike to kill, but rather an activation of the power of time contained within the blade.

"Time... stands still."

"The Emperor of Heaven steps on time!"

Loran seemed to rise to an infinite height, the world turned into black and white, he seemed to turn into a stone, causing the long river to bypass this area, and time for all people and things almost stopped flowing.

An invisible wave enveloped Irisviel, and the inhuman features on her body that served as a "vessel" began to stagnate at a visible speed. The fragments of the Servant's soul that had been forcibly absorbed were stripped away and dispersed by the power of time!

Her body gradually returned to its normal android form, still weak, but now a vessel of the Holy Grail. The connection between the Greater Grail system and the present world was temporarily severed by Loran in the most brutal way—by freezing a portion of time!

At the same time, Loran's mental energy swept across the entire castle like mercury, instantly locking onto Emiya Kiritsugu, who was hiding in the secret room, preparing to activate the castle's self-destruct program or use "Time Control" to fight to the death.

"Got you."

Loran's figure pierced through the wall like a ghost, appearing before Kiritsugu. Kiritsugu's pupils constricted sharply, and he raised his gun to fire, the Origin Bullet whistling through the air!

However, Loran simply extended two fingers and gently pinched them together in front of him.

As if time had slowed down, the Origin Bullet, which would have terrified any magician, was held firmly between his fingers! The Origin Power of "Severing" and "Combining" on it vanished without a trace the moment it touched Loran's fingers.

"How is this possible?!" For the first time, Kiritsugu Emiya's face showed an expression of near despair.

"Something interesting, but the craftsmanship is still too rough." Loran exerted a little force with his fingers, and the Origin Bullet turned into dust. He pointed his fingers together like a knife, and then pointed it out from a distance.

A perfectly condensed finger strike pierced Kiritsugu Emiya's forehead. The "magician killer's" eyes dimmed instantly, and he fell to the ground silently, carrying with him his ideals and obsessions.

Loran didn't even glance at his corpse before turning and leaving. As he passed through the hall, he casually waved his hand, sending a burst of energy that knocked down Hisayu Maiya, who was trying to resist.

Finally, Loran's gaze fell in the direction of the Matou family's residence. The decaying, damp magical aura emanating from there was like a lighthouse in the darkness.

“Killing insects is a must for Type-Moon time travelers, and I can’t let my predecessors down.”

He took a single step, shrinking the distance between them, and instantly arrived in front of the gloomy Japanese-style mansion of the Matou residence. Without knocking, a flash of his blade shattered the heavy door and its defensive spells into pieces.

Deep within the mansion, in the insect storage, countless marking insects writhed in filthy slime, surrounding the central figure—an old man, Matou Zouken, who barely maintained his human form with the help of these insects and exuded a foul stench.

"Hehehe... Strange guest, what brings you to this old mansion?" Zouken Matou let out a laugh like an owl, and countless insects stirred restlessly.

Loran was too lazy to waste words with this old monster who had survived for hundreds of years. He could sense the distortion and shattering of the other's soul, and that it was no longer human.

"I've lived long enough, it's time to return to dust and ashes."

The "Years" blade was raised once more, this time, with the crimson flames of "Fire Emperor Burning Heaven and Earth" and the chilling aura of "Azure Emperor Destroying Immortality" flowing simultaneously across its blade!

"Burn away, you rotten things."

With a single slash, an invisible blade of light, like a purifying flame, instantly filled the entire insect warehouse! All the imprinted insects let out a shrill scream within the blade's light, turning into ashes.

Zouken Matou's insect-like body twisted and disintegrated in the flames. He tried to transfer his consciousness to other insects, but the concepts of "destruction" and "burning" contained in the sword light, like maggots clinging to bones, traced back to the source and simultaneously ignited the fragments of his soul scattered among countless insects!

"No—!! My...immortality...!!"

Amidst desperate wails, Zouken Matou's soul, which had existed for hundreds of years, was completely purified and annihilated, leaving not even a trace behind.

Loran sheathed his sword and left this filthy place, which had finally been purified, without looking back.

The night remained deep.

The Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, from the sacrifice of the Assassin group to the successive exits of Caster, Rider, Berserker, and Lancer, the destruction of Saber's Master, the fall of Einzbern Castle, the cessation of the Lesser Grail's functions, and the uprooting of the Matou family... the entire process took less than two hours.

Loran stood atop the Fuyuki Bridge, overlooking the city that had returned to "peace." His black and gray cloak fluttered slightly as he felt the power within him, slightly depleted yet now more refined from the continuous use of the "Years" Blade and the Five Elements Emperor Blade.

"Now that this matter is settled, it's time to return to my original body and begin my research and planning in this realm with peace of mind."

The figure slowly blended into the night, as if it had never existed.

The Fourth Holy Grail War came to an abrupt and complete end in a way that no one expected.

Chapter 284 Type-Moon: The Path to Enlightenment

The imperial city of Luoyang was enveloped in a purple aura.

Loran sat cross-legged in the center of the main hall of Weiyang Palace, his acupoints resonating subtly with the earth's veins throughout the palace and even the spiritual veins of the planet deeper within. Clad in heavy armor, the elite guards stood solemnly like sculptures outside the hall, their formidable defenses preventing even a bird from sneaking in.

This palace, which Loren poured his heart and soul into rebuilding, has a continuous series of halls and covered walkways, and has already achieved a magnificent atmosphere that "covers more than 300 miles and isolates the sun and sky".

However, in Loran's eyes, it still felt cramped.

His gaze had already turned to the stars—once the world was unified and all people embarked on the journey to the stars, how could the Heavenly Emperor's palace be inferior to the legendary Terra Palace?

However, the scale of the palace can be discussed later; at this moment, he is at a crucial juncture—breaking through to the Dharma Body.

Buddhist scriptures say: "The body means the gathering of all things." The body is formed by the gathering of all dharmas, and this is called the Dharma body.

In the worldview of the Supreme Being, the realm of "Dharmakaya" is when a cultivator's primordial spirit, Dharma form, and physical body are completely fused into one, condensing supreme Dharma principles, giving birth to an indestructible true spirit, and from then on transcending the mortal realm and becoming a terrestrial immortal.