Chapter 343

The quantum submarine "ShadowBorder" in the Numeral Sea

The hum of precision instruments and the feedback of detection radar filled the air; not even a breath could be heard throughout Chaldea, until a bottle slipped from some Servant's hand—the dull thud of flesh hitting ground, a cry of emotional release, the heavy bang of fists on tables...

Sounds rose and fell in chaotic waves.

Saint George: "You are One, and You are All."

Moriya: "If this is the case, then where exactly is this so-called 【Future】 pointing? If you were still here, your expression would surely be fascinating, Holmes."

Blackbeard: "It's cheating! That's cheating! Your Church's god is cheating... Don't cut off my head! I'm so sorry! I apologize! I repent all my sins throughout my life!!!"

"Amen." Tiancao Shizhen Siliang gripped the cross on his chest, yet walked toward the position of Saint Joan of Arc.

Alongside him were other Church Servants, all with solemn demeanors, yet with hidden glimmers of faith deep in their eyes,

Napoleon murmured: "Is this even possible? Could such a being descend? If I'd witnessed this in life, I wouldn't have seized the crown—probably."

"Forget human logic collapse and alien gods—could that one be planning to restart creation?"

Absolute zero appeared instantly; Valkyrie (Technique) turned into an ice sculpture.

From the sky, rain-like rock spears pierced through the cloud sea, carrying clouds and dust, merging with light, along with the kilometer-long plants hidden within the mist and their scattered spores, plummeting toward the small land—as if the first act of judgment.

Those who learned the true nature of the "Lower Emperor" exhaled in relief.

Seven kilometer-long rock ridges, representing the Seven Elements, rose from the earth, firmly sealing off the entire region where the flying plants were falling.

Lord El-Melloi VII took the brush offered to him, glanced at Ort, and wrote the seven characters "Zhuge Kongming" on the yellowed, ancient book.

Only then did Tenzan Lixiang and the others realize several familiar faces were missing from Yu Yingzhao Lang's side—you even knew when those people had appeared; they were gathered around Kuchirin Lang speaking, while Lord El-Melloi VII stood nearby, unable to interject.

"Sister Joan, you didn't receive any revelation... Really... Is this tiny creator really...?"

Mathers raised her shield instantly, a supreme sense of threat rising within her—this was no variant of Emiya Shirou, but the genuine original.

A hoarse, magnetic voice emerged from the woman's mouth.

"These weapons he gave you are useless. Thanks."

Not sure if it can fool the sorcerer's "Inner Vision," but better keep it for now—later, I'll still use it to bluff Zhuge Qing.

"Yet He is also a Creator," Joan said with solemn demeanor: "He is the Lower Emperor of this universe, a being akin in longevity to your Lord."

Mathers paused, then thanked: "Thank you..."

"This time was truly beyond comprehension—even if all the Lostbelts were combined, they couldn't compare to this scale. I'm not being defeatist, but this is already beyond the reach of Masters and Servants to intervene."

The furious screeches grew sharper; even Zhongli's attacks left no mark on this unimaginably soft shell—only the reality field, constantly shattered and repaired, grew increasingly fractured.

On the broadcast screen, the planetary lifeform from the heavens had already launched its attack.

"That's not what I meant!" Mathers said: "Is this situation also part of Zhongli the Great God's plan?"

Ancient melodies flowed, exquisitely artistic, yet brought an unparalleled sense of peace.

A hand slammed heavily onto her shoulder, pulling her forward.

"You dislike a boy with white hair and red eyes—be honest." Li Huowang's figure appeared suddenly from nowhere; he slapped Yu Yingzhao Lang's back and said:

"Even if you ask... who's BBA?"

He wore a full-gold ancient-style robe, embroidered with four white-threaded azure dragons, resembling the attire of ancient Eastern royalty.

"Are you Zhuge Kong..." Ort scratched his head, then walked away coldly: "Sorry, sir—are you Mr. Zhuge Kongming?"

"Hahaha, Tianzun..." Tai Gongwang smiled, watching Ort solemnly performing rites on the screen.

As Tenzan Lixiang opened his mouth, a voice came from behind him.

"Thank you, thank you." Ort closed the book and strode briskly toward the group around Kuchirin Lang:

Beyond that, on the Great Land of Britain, He used eyes capable of perceiving higher dimensions; the Sage Galm obtained partial authority, aiding the Chaldea party within the Lostbelt.

Lord El-Melloi VII froze—he hadn't expected anyone to approach him directly; no, it must be someone seeking the master of his spiritual base: Zhuge Kongming.

"Sorry for the disturbance." Ort walked toward Kuchirin Lang's group, waving hello.

"According to abnormal time readings, in a few months I'll become the Heavenly Dao," King Dou Dou said: "By then, my audacity will have already reached the level of provoking Song."

In a moment of surprise, a tall figure with waist-length hair stepped in front.

Odin raised his left hand, mana surging as the Jade Shield formed over the Chaldea party.

The previously noisy Chaldea fell into chaos again.

"That Divine Whip might also originate from the Outside Universe—the so-called Tianzun absolutely cannot be..."

"Leave it to us. I'll study the manual again." Odin shook his head, then his gaze grew distant, as if lost in thought, staring at a corner of the air.

Long hair loosely draped over both shoulders, illuminated by the morning sun through the cloud sea, glowing faintly gold.

"What's the deal with the Red Archer's human past? It doesn't make sense," Valkyrie (Technique) said:

"The will of such a being is beyond your comprehension. We do not know what Zhongli the Great God intends regarding this..."

He exchanged a glance with Mathers; neither disturbed the "Emperor" lost in thought—no need to speculate; Kuchirin Lang was clearly the key to it all.

New Servants continued arriving at the scene; after all, not everyone was a Church believer, and history had never lacked fanatics.

"Emperor, what's with your outfit?" Ort, dressed in a Daoist robe costing five Spirit Stones from a drama shoot, said enviously: "Too cool."

Columbus: "Don't tell me this world is a Lostbelt—if it is, I won't go, unless I'm insane."

"From what they say, it sounds like reincarnation or something—hey, come on! That face that makes you want to scream—is that really the origin of this guy? I've slain gods too, ha ha ha～～"

"Tianzun..."

【A woman with an East Asian face emerged from the void—unknown origin, unknown identity—summoned through Yu Yingzhao Lang's offering to the Root; her face could not be discerned, and the radiant, sacred eight-winged angel merged with her...】

Odin gathered in his hand a celestial gear the size of an apple, which dissolved into particles like a teleportation—moments before...

【A phantom ocean, embracing all colors, rippled—Lei Ting, Bai Ta, and the blazing sun coalesced into a towering figure; all things were created by His will alone...】

At that moment, Ort had already reached the group, but his target was not the frowning Lord El-Melloi VII nearby.

In a daze, fragments of long-forgotten scenes surfaced in the depths of his dark consciousness.

Joan addressed the crowd: "This is not your Lord."

Pekingese is talking?!

"Compared to this Christ, he's more concerned about who's weaker between himself and Emiya…" Scathach sighed and said:

"I see." Altair withdrew his gaze and looked at the remaining few "Yawa Shide," asking: "Shall we strike again?"

The words had barely ended before he had yet to ask the other's identity.

A horse as massive as a mountain, wearing a mask and light armor adorned with metallic inlays, appeared, its four mighty hooves stepping upon empty air, each step sending shards of lightning flying.

"A deity of this caliber has descended to the mortal world," Da Vinci Ex·Surt exclaimed. "But why interfere with the present age before the Age of Gods has even begun?"

What the hell? Did I hear wrong? Yes yes yes, I must've misheard.

Cú Chulainn gave up arguing, rose from under the smiling Illya's knees—my current state isn't far from regaining mobility.

"Hey! Slow down calling Tenzan Lixiang back! It's not yet within your power to intervene—this side is perfectly safe!" Qingji shouted toward You Yingzhao.

"I once heard He knows everything but never interferes."

Perhaps enjoying fine food and wine while marveling at today's sights—after all, shocking as it was, now it was merely the mindset of an observer.

"Why has Song Shuhang's skin gotten so thick?" Yi Leina said disdainfully: "Only a short while ago he was letting himself go..."

"A Shiba has grown into adulthood and is even younger than you."

"Emiya, the Divine Whip is with you—your Tianzun wishes to use the Divine Whip as a medium to descend. Set up an altar and formally invite the Tianzun to descend."

Almost all Servants had returned to Chaldea, including those originally not divine or divinely possessed, all gazing silently at this holy, flawless luminous figure.

"We're working on establishing contact," Weng projected a screen: "Latest update: we're said to need to use the Divine Whip to summon Yuanshi Tianzun."

"If that's the case, even the Counterforce might have a way..."

"Please sign for me, and leave Wang Xiaoming's nickname."

In the instant she turned her head, Scathach and Scathach nodded blankly.

"Sorry, you're not yet an adult."

Tenzan Lixiang: "What's the big deal? Just a passing Masked Rider."

Cú Chulainn pulled out the Divine Whip and handed it to Altair, who didn't hesitate, immediately taking the Divine Whip and running off to the side.

A thread of Jin Guang shone upon the woman's handsome face, her blurred contours and deep eyes giving off a sense of calm authority.

"Yuan~ Shi~ Tian~ Zun!" Altair shouted.

Joan of Arc closed her eyes and prayed inwardly to "the Lord," hoping for divine guidance: "Lord, have You descended?"

"So, you may be disappointed."

"Tianzun..." El-Melloi VII felt his stomach spasm, his face twisting as he turned to the passing You Yingzhao: "May I ask— which Tianzun?"

"If it really is this one, then there's nothing to worry about..." Zhang Chu'an wiped away nonexistent sweat:

"You were summoned as a pseudo-Servant, a vessel for Wang Xiaoming's possession—but since you showed no interest in those matters, I returned your Spirit Core to you," El-Melloi VII corrected.

"I've said it already—I'm not a lolicon!"

As those always half-closed eyes opened fully, his smile vanished completely.

It was as if two sparse meteor showers continuously collided, yet Zhongli always remained a fraction slower.

"It was just given to you by Bai Qianbei," Odin explained. "A return gift for this Divine Eye—though the issuance of this Divine Eye is tied to you."

That shield?!

That's the shield Cú Chulainn used before!

As Tenzan Lixiang arrived with several other Servants, all equally puzzled, above the Lesser Grail, Cú Chulainn's voice argued:

"I must return to the Fairy Realm to pay homage to the Lesser Tianzun—this matter concerns the Creator of the Universe; only the Lesser Tianzun can handle it."

Magnificent and radiant, like the blazing sun.

During Joan of Arc's prayer, the Norse, Celtic, and Greek pantheon Servants gathered in a cluster.

He tilted his head slightly; the dense sea of white clouds suddenly shimmered with Jin Guang, as if countless auspicious clouds churned endlessly.

At that moment, a green laser shot out from Emiya Shirou's side without warning, striking Tenzan Lixiang and the others at lightning speed.

【Day conveys language, night transmits knowledge; in the divine realm where day and night meet, boundless words collapse and contract, forming a holy figure with eight wings…】

"No problem! As long as there's Wang Xiaoming's influence, it's fine!" Altair's eyes lit up; he pulled out the already-prepared "Qimen Dunjia," along with brush and ink, saying:

Gradually, red Lei Ting coiled around the spear, and before anyone could react, Emiya Shirou was blasted backward.

You looked toward Zhongli the Great God locked in battle in the sky, and the absent Supreme Emperor, then recalled Cú Chulainn's earlier words—and a ridiculous suspicion formed in your mind.

"Other universes... but even that isn't the Creator..." Zhang Chu'an frowned in thought: "What about Zhongli the Great God?"

"I understand you—we're all not lolicons, we just happen to dislike people who are all lolis. Look, you're more honest now than before! We're Daoists, after all."

As if the horn of doomsday had sounded, unlike the meteor that destroyed Shinjuku, this time the Chaldea forces had no preparation, no time to respond—the celestial star had already fallen, unleashing a wave of destruction.

Tenzan Lixiang fell silent; in the dim world enveloped by the Star Creations, Lei Ting echoed as the spider-like Emiya Shirou swung his spider-spears in calm combat against "Zhongli."

No sound was heard, no violent impact felt—when the airwave dispersed, Tenzan Lixiang and the others looked down at the shield beneath them.

You held genuine goodwill toward this patron deity who had once aided Chaldea.

"Dou Dou, you went out of your way to bring him here, and this is how you repay me?!" Song Shuhang raised an eyebrow.

As the steed reared up in a trampling motion, a one-eyed divine being clad in armor and masked sat upon the steed's back, raising a curved spear whose arc resembled a meteor's trail across the sky, thrusting toward the spider-like Emiya Shirou.

"This is just like your situation with Cú Chulainn—the man only looks frail, but in truth, you and Cú Chulainn are the minors!"

The laser struck him but nothing happened—only a faint green glow shimmered.

Tenzan Lixiang: "......"

"So it's not this one who descended?" Tai Gongwang squinted and smiled: "Indeed, if it were, it'd be too cheating—but even now, this outsider's scale is already cheating."

A celestial star ten centimeters in diameter crossed a profound void and fell from the sky.

A shorter, plump woman who looked kind and gentle said:

【Heaven Moves, All Things Change】

「...... 」

Valkyrie (Skill) trembled as she pointed at the screen, glancing aside, "You say... this image looks like... Hey! Why did they all pass out!? What do we do, BBA..."

Chaldea

"Be careful."

Uh...

Cú Chulainn sighed: "They clearly know what's going on..."

"This must have some deeper meaning," said Da Vinci Outer Autolycus, watching the footage from Chaldea with concern, then her brow relaxed as she spoke:

Tai Gongwang was speaking when his expression suddenly froze, that smile stiffening at the corner of his mouth.

Mathers: "Junior."