Chapter 341: The Fourth Catastrophe Descends (Please Refresh)

Meng Qi removed the player helmet provided by the Fourth Catastrophe Simulator; his figure flickered in and out of existence as a shimmering river of time emerged from nothingness, carrying Meng Qi back into the void.

"The Yuan Shi Tianzun of that world really has been watching the livestream all along," Su Lin said as the player feed on the control panel gradually cut off.

"Others cross worlds to struggle and build; he's going over to inherit the family business."

The group fell silent, for a new livestream had appeared in the chat group—【Approaching Cultivation: Secrets of Yu Xu】.

This didn't even require going through the chat group—it went directly to that Immortal Realm.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly and said:

"A super conglomerate heir arrives somewhere and suddenly finds his own corporation already there."

Will this guy now go wherever there's a legend and just take over the local business?!

"Tianzun mighty, Tianzun formidable," Zhang Chu'an clapped slowly and cheered.

"I'll go to Long Hushan first and discuss a reception banquet with the Old Celestial Master."

"Got it." XN

Above Mount Winterwood, the Servants and Masters saw Illya tilt backward, the long sword coalescing in his hand trembling once before dissolving into the wind.

"Su Lin is worried about you."

"Anyway, the simulated universes you developed are few enough—they should be able to move in quickly."

Yet I also have few doubts: through analysis, the replicated artifacts bear inscriptions of histories that exist outside normal history.

The quiver of the sword's cry transcended physics, spreading into the depths of all beings' souls.

And that azure long sword transformed into a stream of light and fell downward.

"Let's watch a little longer..." Tenzan Lixiang said: "At this point, all we can do is observe."

"Because Ji'ai isn't Su Lin, you returned from Star Youjie," Weigong Shilang said softly: "You've finally got your own path—if you didn't come back, Su Lin would be swallowed by water pumps and furnaces within a day."

Naturally, Tohsaka Rin was also targeted as the primary threat, but...

"You don't know enough," Saber smiled faintly: "You only know that Su Lin and Weigong Shis菲尔 both paid great costs to meet again."

"The entire human history's myths and legends, plus the Heroic Spirits from other timelines—what a terrifying force."

"Academia has no world," Lingji tossed the helmet to the other:

"So please, Emiya Mama, use this move! Projection Enrichment!"

King Arthur nodded: "You should be the Crowned Sword. Indeed, on the path of swordsmanship, you're still far behind, Mr. Sword God."

Lord El-Melloi VII turned to Saber.

Everyone here is insane.

Undoubtedly, Illya could destroy the planet at any moment, annihilating human civilization in an instant—but ironically, before the Counterforce abandoned this timeline as a lost cause, Illya became the planet's guardian.

"Do you think I would?!" Red A grabbed Tenzan Lixiang's head and shoved it aside:

The robe stained with "blood" stirred in the wind; the fiery red hair lost its color, gradually turning white, as if his inner power had been utterly drained by Ji'ai.

Before he could react, glowing arms encircled Illya from behind his shoulders, embracing his body.

This is not the embodiment of natural concepts, nor is it a being born from Earth's native nature or divine realms.

Red A's face twitched involuntarily—so...

Its true form is the weakest lifeform among all planets; even a single one of them could potentially exterminate all life in the current world.

Just what the hell is this Sword God?

"There must be light."

"This is for human history!"

"I've granted permission—you can now teleport your personal items directly onto the controller's person," Lingji said, gripping the control device and activating his spiritual sense; after adjusting a few details, he added:

"Huh? Have they already left?" A hollow voice echoed beside Illya.

"By the way, what about our weapons and other gear? Do we pick them up ourselves, or can we bring them along?"

Then, countless shards of light scattered, as the thin golden layer beneath the surface cracked—every corner of the planet glowed with faint, firefly-like lights, dim and fleeting, yet sufficient to illuminate the dark world.

"Forgive me, but aren't you two the same person?" King Arthur asked tentatively: "You and this Weigong..."

"There's no one else in my soul," Weigong Shilang smiled gently, speaking in a voice only two could hear:

But now it seems Shi Weng probably won't get involved to this extent.

"Weigong Shilang, are you afraid?"

The Heroic Spirits summoned by the Counterforce did not appear immediately; instead, Shilang had already been fixed at various points across the planet—but it seemed this time, they would activate their Noble Phantasms the instant they were summoned.

Under the current conditions, only this scenario can explain it.

"Illya's current state likely paid some price," Lord El-Melloi VII said: "From his disjointed, incoherent speech patterns, it's clear some foreign will is influencing him."

That towering figure slew the Servants summoned by the Counterforce with a single sword, commanded ten thousand blades, and was hailed as the God of Swords—yet he still had no spare strength left.

"Listen, this sword can't even be analyzed—it's just like King Arthur's Ea; it's beyond your capacity to decode!"

"Emiya, don't you think these events follow some logic?" Lord El-Melloi VII said:

"In eight days, he on this timeline will be able to stand alone against the entire world, and the information he casually revealed suggests his feelings toward Weigong Shis菲尔 surpass what should be possible at this stage."

Originally, they were meant to arrive on Earth in the distant future, 【5000 years】 ahead.

"He's confessing to his sister now—surely he'll achieve ultimate Ji'ai," Zhi Du Nei smiled.

"Perhaps there really is some posthumous wisdom..."

He rubbed his left wrist beneath the ribbon covering his eyes—somehow, this blindfold still felt unnatural.

Hum—

"If I didn't misremember, your origin is the sword, right?" Lord El-Melloi VII asked:

Amidst blaring alarms, a red-glowing projection flickered incessantly.

【Da Vinci: Return to Chaldea... Activate Spirit Transference!】

"Who knows? Maybe. But right now, your mind isn't down there," Si Junsi smiled. "Keep reciting your lines—the performance has already regressed to this point."

"Cool factor, guys—you're about to make your debut before the entire world."

"It's just… you haven't even found the right word to describe the situation. Honestly, I think you're dreaming—that everything since arriving at this moment is a dream."

"The reason an ending occurs is the origin."

The words weren't finished, but he had already frozen in place, recalling his past life.

"Su Lin, why not give it a try?" Zhi Dunei said.

Witnessing the arrival of the end, those who forged the "Steel Continent," as described by the swordsmen, would soon cross the impossibly distant time to play out the planet's fate.

The boy pressed his face affectionately against Dada Liya's, hanging entirely on her front yet giving no sense of weight.

At least, that's how it appeared to others.

"He's Dada Liya too—why not try developing it?" Tenzan Lixiang clasped his hands together in plea:

"You say..."

"I just realized the Fairyland has been detached from Weigong Shilang's world for a long time—it's not even in the same world."

He pulled out a white silk ribbon and tied it beneath his eyes; the silver-white sword mark at his third eye grew dimmer, and a one-foot-long sword, compressed to its utmost with Gengjin energy, appeared in his other hand.

A resonant, solemn, and reverent voice echoed throughout the planet and the Parallel Worlds linked by magic.

Dada Liya's gaze burned intensely, his voice deep, hot, and fiery:

"This time, I will surely reunite with you—no gods or buddhas can separate us."

At that very moment, like a pillar of destruction, the invited End 【Star】 shattered the reverse sword current, swallowed the flickering lights symbolizing countless soul energies, and carried with it terrifying shadows...

【Da Vinci: Sheba reports safe observation! Enemy response is clear, quantity: four! Shilang's fluctuation is not from Earth! This wavelength... all planetary-level! Yes! It's still intensifying!】

It was no illusion—in this alien space, pieced together like a kaleidoscope, numerous Servants summoned by the Suppression Force had appeared; they were interfering from the opposite Parallel World, attempting to shut down the channel the enemy had opened.

A morning TV urban legend? This kind of urban legend that sounds impressive but is clearly Du Zhuan.

"What nonsense!" Dada Liya frowned, but was immediately overwhelmed—he stared at the swirling forces around him and the towering white giant formed of dissolving light gas, shrinking from its initial grandeur.

"King Arthur of the Winter City Grail, you clearly know something, don't you?"

No matter how much mythic essence the Crowned Servants were granted by the Suppression Force, no matter how heroic they were in human history, none could withstand a single slash from him.

Everyone's eyes widened—Dada Liya's aura was now fading, as if reaching its absolute limit.

"A planet-soul born by accident dares defy my will? Be grateful—had my power not been worn down through reincarnation, and had I not remembered this world as my homeland, erasing you from all eight thousand worlds would take but a thought."

"I protest on behalf of Bai Ta," Xing said. "Can't you pick another name? I'm about to throw up."

Red A: "I am Weigong."

"Give them eight minutes to figure out how to make their entrance, and design a cool look. As GM, I don't want to see anyone showing up on launch day with a tin can as a shield."

"Maybe it really is like that," Lord El-Melloi VII wanted to light a cigarette to think, but noticed Zhi Dunei beside him—he feared being casually erased by the current state of Dada Liya, so he firmly crushed the cigarette in his hand and analyzed:

"It won't take long—this cruel night will end, but not yet."

An uncountable number of Noble Phantasms' radiance, carrying all known laws of the world, together forged a near-omnivorous "non-existence" hue, blending all "white" and "black" into a chaotic "gray."

Dada Liya sensed the two swords in his hands and his current form, and silently sighed within.

In South America, within the Crystal Creek Valley, a forty-meter-long lifeform with both brittle and soft, scorching and freezing skin, awakened late after arriving from the Oort Cloud.

Forget eliminating the target—no Servant within the entire Winter City could survive more than eight seconds. Even from the changes in the ley lines, the planet itself was beginning to fall under his control.

That was the moment.

The planet's Suppression Force seized the opportunity—another army of Heroic Spirits descended, far exceeding imagination. Meanwhile, within the planet, colossal crosses, white giants, and other lifeforms born from the planet's will, upon receiving 【Earth】's plea, arrived from their respective worlds at speeds surpassing all human technology.

"I love you, Su Lin."

……

Like a white horse passing through a crevice, a fleeting moment—vibrant soul energy poured into his body.

"In the end, your entrance is just copying someone else or some god, isn't it?" Kleen held up a full-length mirror, adjusting his clothes. "Are we using Anlan again?"

"Weigong Shilang." The stone hanging in Dada Liya's heart finally dropped—he didn't know what would happen after soul materialization was complete. "He's back."

It had arrived out of schedule, and after its appointed time, it would always seal itself within the Crystal Creek Valley—but now, under Earth's Suppression Force's plea, it had begun action.

"Give me a helmet," he said, his expression slightly odd.

Dada Liya gazed upward at the Greater Grail. Though Kleen had said not to worry, Si Junsi still hadn't emerged from the Greater Grail—he couldn't help but feel concern.

"Look what you're saying—people should maintain basic trust. Don't jump to conclusions. Amen." His spiritual base made the sign of the cross over his chest.

"Are you insane?!" Red A covered his face, barely holding back laughter. "Please, my brain is a mess right now."

"For magi, origin is a fundamental concept."

The Crowned Servants—originally, the "Spirit Summoning Ritual" was a decisive magic meant to save the world of sentient beings, summoning one Heroic Spirit standing at the apex of a certain attribute into the physical world—but now, clearly, this method had failed.

"Junior, what should we do next?" Mashu asked, bewildered. "I feel Mr. Weigong is growing weaker."

"There's a possibility that some hidden event occurred in our unknown past."

What is this guy who slashed down a Crowned Servant with a single sword?

It's said all things generate and restrain each other—they were born from the planet itself, lifeforms hostile to other celestial bodies.

All reasoning pointed toward the opponent's "Parallel World" travel; originally, we thought this had something to do with Shi Weng.

"Can he really use that technique?" Tenzan Lixiang asked Red A.

Red A unconsciously replied: "It's also the accumulated directionality over countless generations..."

The swordwind swept across the world's edge, surging toward the horizon.

"The ancient covenant those angels mentioned—I'm deeply concerned about it."

The tone sounded like a joke, but that serious gaze...

The Servants no longer under focus struck at this moment, releasing their Noble Phantasms the instant they formed—the Suppression Force had clearly planned ahead; even if the opponent seized their Noble Phantasms, their power had already been unleashed.

"Even if he goes to Long Hushan, he still needs to buy a ticket." Su Lin took out over a dozen helmets from the control panel and placed them on the table. "Alright, public testing can begin."

In the end, that group of guys had completely acted according to the movie script, and now even their appearances had transformed into the script's depiction...

Whether the so-called "travel to the divine age" is a true journey backward or merely occurs within dreams or memories remains unknown.

"It would be disastrous if these words came directly from Si Jun himself, Su Lin—you want to hear him confess in his own voice."

The balance gradually tipped to one side, indicating that the planet's defensive mechanisms were slowly failing.

Descended upon the world.

Red A asked: "What are we testing?"

"Soon it'll be your fault—you should let him handle the Arthurian buffet supply, but now the kitchen has almost no assistants left!"

"Don't say he'll be some insignificant nobody in his next life, Emiya."

Even Saber said that?!

"That sort of thing can't appear out of nowhere—it can only be traced backward, but after the past comes still more past, so there must be a cause that can certainly be found if traced far enough."

It contains a trace of impurity—it is not magic transformed through magical circuits, but pure... limited... soul energy.

No warnings or reminders were needed; nearly all who observed the sky or the universe lost the ability to describe it in words, their minds turning blank in the same instant.

"But it seems you were the one who started the joke with Weigong Shilang."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Qi walked back through the nearby teleportation gate.

Yet amid the world stripped of all color.

First they discovered that Dada Liya was hunting Gilgamesh, then found that the latter had teamed up with Weigong Shilang—those were tolerable enough...

"If you learn what an alien god is, you can easily handle any Lostbelt!"

"Don't mistake this monster for me—I would have already left the Throne of Heroes if I lacked this power."

"You can't even expect Caster Shilang's Cu Chulainn to unleash the Spear of Gae Bolg!" Red A said helplessly.