Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 107 Hercules, I can sense your domineering spirit, your ambition.

Shirou Emiya and Rin Tohsaka were completely unprepared to encounter another group of opponents at this moment: Illya from the Einzbern family. After introducing herself, she immediately launched an attack from there.

However, without Red A's flank cover, Artoria is now single-handedly withstanding all of Heracles's fierce attacks.

The demigod who appeared in the world as a berserker has long been driven mad, losing all his rationality and leaving only the most primal desire for destruction and an indestructible and powerful body. Every time the stone axe falls, it smashes a huge crater in the ground, and the strong wind it carries makes people unable to open their eyes.

Emiya Shirou's immature magic circuits were simply unable to provide her with enough magical power, making her increasingly strained by the relentless attacks and gradually putting her at a disadvantage, without a single chance to catch her breath.

As the stone axe was raised high once more, carrying the immense force capable of splitting the earth, it cleaved down towards Artoria's head, whose magic was depleted. The girl closed her eyes, preparing to exchange injury for injury with all her might.

The expected excruciating pain and tearing sensation did not arrive; instead, a deafening clang of metal clashing against metal exploded in my ears.

The scorching heat caused her clothes to flutter. When he opened his eyes, Hercules's berserk, blood-red pupils also suddenly contracted, staring intently at the figure that had appeared out of thin air beneath his axe blade.

His figure was incredibly imposing, even taller than Hercules. His matte black, finely crafted power armor was covered in battle scars, and the white cross insignia shone with a golden light.

Sigismund: "In the name of the Emperor, heroes of ancient times, cease your attacks."

[True Name: The Emperor's Angel (Sigismund)]

[Class: Legion (Saber)]

[Inherent Skill: Invincible Swordsmanship A++]

Sigismund is considered one of the finest swordsmen in the Legion of Astartes, undefeated on battlefields across hundreds of worlds and never defeated in duels.

【Unique Skill: Emperor's Blessing (Emperor "sBlessing" A)】

As the first Imperial Champion, Sigismund received a special blessing from the Emperor, which gave him extra resistance and attack power against Chaos and Heretics, as well as a certain degree of prophetic ability, allowing him to predict the enemy's movements in battle.

【Inherent Skill: Avatar of Loyalty (A)】

Sigismund's loyalty is absolute, unwavering even in the face of Primarch Rogue Dorn's wrath. This loyalty grants him immunity to mind control and charm effects, while also enhancing his willpower and combat stamina.

[Class Skill: Magic Burst (A)]

[Class Skill: Magic Resistance B]

Noble Phantasm: Black Sword — A+

[Noble Phantasm: Sword of Thelmperium - EX]

[Noble Phantasm: Eternal Crusade - A]

Thousands of meters above Fuyuki City, the red glow of the setting sun painted the clouds a fiery red. Suddenly, space twisted as if glass were shattering, and pale blue spiritual particles exploded like a galaxy. The Master from Chaldea, the human rights organization, appeared in the empty sky.

A feeling of weightlessness instantly swept over her body. Mash instinctively tried to deploy her shield to protect her Master, but Gudako grabbed her wrist first.

The two exchanged a glance, and instead of being alarmed, they both breathed a sigh of relief, revealing expressions of complete understanding.

The next second, a golden radiance, enough to illuminate the entire cloud layer, suddenly pierced the sky, and the magnificent and splendid ship of light, Vimana, broke through the gale and hovered steadily beneath the two of them.

Gilgamesh glanced down at the two people rushing towards him, stretched out his long arm and precisely grabbed Gudako and Mash by the back of their collars, lifting them onto the boat like he was carrying kittens.

"Ah~ With Gilgamesh around, I feel so at ease!" Gudako had just steadied herself when she patted Gilgamesh's shoulder familiarly, her eyes crinkling with laughter, as if she were hallucinating the black-bearded man.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Gilgamesh's crimson eyes. He straightened his face and rebuked in his usual arrogant tone, "Even if you are the Master who saves humanity, you are not allowed to call me such a childish title, you idiot."

Before she could finish speaking, a light yet perfectly timed chop landed gently on Gudako's forehead.

He casually smoothed his hair, which had been ruffled by the strong wind, and looked down at Fuyuki City, which was distorted by the singularity. A thoughtful expression appeared in his wine-red pupils.

If nothing unexpected happens, this singularity is most likely another mess created by his own reckless behavior during his tyrannical era.

Therefore, Gilgamesh, who was not in a playful state, used his clairvoyance without hesitation, and unexpectedly saw a chaotic future, just like the Gilgamesh of this world.

But the vision that should have been all-knowing and all-powerful was instead met with a chaotic and turbulent fog—just like another version of himself in this world, his path ahead was obscured by an invisible force.

But unlike his tyrannical self, he pierced through the surface of the fog and saw that the future had already narrowed down to just two distinct paths:

One is a cold, dark galaxy that has burned away all warmth, where mechanical pioneers have transformed into emperors who rule over humanity, and an iron curtain covers half of the galaxy.

The other path is a seemingly dazzling, illuminating path that leads to the root of all things: the arcane pioneers wield the sixth law of humanity, rewrite the laws of the universe, end all suffering in the world, and lead humanity to the ultimate evolution.

Even glimpsing only fragments of a shattered future was enough to fill this wise king with undisguised shock.

The distortion of this world has long exceeded the scope of ordinary singularities, and it is almost no different from a cut Lostbelt.

At that very moment, the powers of the same origin suddenly resonated.

His "clairvoyance" instantly connected with his counterpart in this world, his vision suddenly shifting and clearly focusing on another version of himself leaning against the pier of the Fuyuki Bridge on the banks of the Mien River, quietly gazing at the river and waiting for Locke's return.

And, wielding a black sword and wearing power armor, the unknown Heroic Spirit easily defeated Hercules.

Hercules, as the most outstanding demigod hero in Greek mythology, is also the synonym for powerful (crossed out) in the Type-Moon universe. From a normal perspective, the Holy Grail War would be won the moment he was summoned.

Unfortunately, Illya, the Master from one of the three Einzbern families of Fuyuki, was unaware of the kind of monsters that had appeared in this Holy Grail War.

Ilya slumped onto the cold ground, her ruby ​​eyes, which were usually brimming with cunning and pride, now filled only with utter astonishment and blankness.

Sigismund, clad in gravity armor and wielding a two-handed black sword, stared blankly as he effortlessly killed Hercules with his unparalleled swordsmanship.

"An ancient and powerful hero, I can sense your domineering spirit and your ambition. But to protect her and fulfill her long-cherished wish, the beastly instincts left after your berserk transformation are far from enough."

He slowly pulled the greatsword from Hercules' body, a hint of regret lingering in his heart. He had ultimately failed to have a true duel between a warrior and a hero at his peak, a hero with complete reason who had accomplished the twelve great feats.

He seemed completely unaware of Hercules's twelve resurrections and trial powers. He sheathed his sword, turned around, and slowly walked toward Shirou Emiya and Rin Tohsaka, who were already dumbfounded and frozen in place. He spoke in a deep voice, "Emperor?" Rin Tohsaka and Shirou Emiya asked in unison, their faces full of undisguised astonishment and bewilderment. They had never heard of this unfamiliar title, which carried supreme authority.

"We are not allowed to presume to use the title of Emperor. However, the person you have been searching for all this time is our Emperor, or rather, the Emperor in his youth."

The person I've been searching for?

Shirou Emiya and Rin Tohsaka exchanged a sharp glance, both seeing utter shock in each other's eyes. They then blurted out simultaneously, their voices trembling with disbelief: "Locke???"

"Exactly."

Before he could finish speaking, a deafening roar came from behind him.

Having just completed the physical recovery through the Twelve Trials, Hercules's crimson eyes surged with extreme rage. His massive body, carrying the force capable of cleaving asphalt, lunged at Sigismund's back like a passing hurricane.

Sigismund didn't even turn around; he simply raised his sword to block. The black greatsword and the stone axe collided with a deafening clang of metal against metal. The shockwave spread outward from the two of them, sending up rubble and fallen leaves everywhere, and shattering the windows of all the shops along the street.

Hercules was jolted so badly that his arms trembled violently, and he almost dropped his stone axe, while Sigismund stood motionless like a mountain nailed to the ground, as if he had merely blocked a wisp of wind.

He slowly turned his head, looking at the demigod whose face was contorted and completely consumed by madness. His calm voice carried utter understanding: "I see. It's a resurrection artifact. But it seems it's not limitless; it must be bound to your Twelve Great Deeds legend. Am I right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted his wrist to dissipate the force of the stone axe, then turned and delivered a powerful side kick, accurately striking Hercules between the chest and abdomen.

The demigod's massive body was sent flying as if hit by a cannonball, crashing violently into the brick wall beside the street, sending up a cloud of dust.

Sigismund casually sheathed the jet-black greatsword stained with divine blood, the psionic radiance around him slowly dimmed, and his imposing figure became translucent, like a spirit about to dissipate.

"It seems that ordinary blades can no longer effectively harm you." His self-glow swept across the direction of the billowing smoke and dust as he calmly spoke, "Now, let another one handle this."

[Real Name: The Emperor's Angel (Vulcan Herstan)]

[Class: Legion (Lancer)]

【Unique Skill: Relic Guardian (RelicKeeper) A】

[Unique Skill: Fire Mastery A++]

[Inherent Skill: Master Smith (A)]

【Unique Skill: Guardian Spirit (A)】

[Noble Phantasm: Spear of Vulkan - A+]

Noble Phantasm: Gauntlet of the Forge - A

[Noble Phantasm: Mantle of Kesare - B]

The moment Sigismund's translucent figure completely merged into the wind, the smoke and deathly silence of Fuyuki Street were torn apart by the scorching heat wave that exploded outwards.

A crimson flame, like lava, shot into the sky. The heavy power armor pounded the ground like the beating of war drums. The lava-colored, finely crafted power armor, adorned with divine artifacts and with every battle scar on its armor plate etched with the glory of the Holy War of the Star Sea, appeared majestically amidst the scattering sparks.

He is the father of the forge, the most sacred guardian of relics in the Salamanders Chapter, Vulcan Herstan.

He raised his hand and removed his helmet, revealing a resolute face etched with scars, and a pair of eyes that seemed to burn with the light of molten lava, fixed on the furious Hercules in the ruins.

Raising the Vulcan Spear, imbued with the Primal Flame, high in the air, the flames at its tip instantly surged several meters, and a deafening battle roar, like a volcanic eruption, boomed across the entire street: "Bathed in the flames of war, forged on the anvil! Witness the wrath of the fire dragon!"

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