Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 112 Unique Boundary [Eternal Expedition] The Battlefield 30,000 Years Later

"The enemy is positioned atop Mount Enzo, awaiting our challenge. Therefore, let me reiterate our battle plan!"

For Chaldea, this singularity is like an illusion shrouded in mist and lies, blurring the lines between truth and falsehood, right and wrong. But for Master Fujimaru Ritsuka, none of that matters. Once she finds Fujimura Locke, all problems will be solved.

Therefore, there is only one thing they need to do: defeat the Emperor's angels and win the duel under the glory of the Lord of Mankind!

"First, I have already had Lord Gilgamesh communicate with Gilgamesh on the other side, and the rules of the duel have been finalized: we will send seven Servants, and the other side will also send seven. Whoever wins will gain the right to have an audience with the Emperor!"

"But we haven't even gathered everyone yet! What are you so excited about?! Besides, those monsters on the other side are capable of traversing galaxies, how could we possibly defeat them?!"

Shinji Matou slammed his fist on the low table in a fit of rage, and then proceeded to hurl insults at Ritsuka Fujimaru, whose face was brimming with anticipation.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka revealed a smug expression of complete control, patted her chest, and said loudly, "In this Holy Grail War, apart from you four Masters and Servants, Lancer Cú Chulainn's Master control over that fake priest will be transferred to you."

The position of Caster was personally overseen by the great wise King Gilgamesh.

Rider's Master, Matou Sakura, is unwilling to participate in the battle and has already transferred her Master privileges to me.

Furthermore, since I've already been recognized as a Master by this Holy Grail War, and I can summon an additional Assassin; that makes a perfect seven-man team!

Upon hearing this outrageous yet meticulously planned arrangement, Illya and Rin Tohsaka exchanged a glance before immediately looking away, pretending nothing had happened.

A moment later, Rin Tohsaka was the first to recover, frowning as she asked the most crucial question: "You're going to supply the mana of three Servants all by yourself? Even if you're a proper Master, isn't that a bit too much?"

Upon being asked this, Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a meaningful smile and, addressing the stunned crowd at the table, declared loudly, word by word: "It's not just me who's responsible for the mana supply of three Servants—it's all of your Servants! Chaldea will cover all their mana needs!!!"

"Of course, it's not just magic power! Chaldea will provide full support, including Spirit Origin Enhancement and unlocking all Noble Phantasms!!! Hahahaha! Let's have a big, satisfying battle!!!"

The thought of facing off against those Imperial Angels who had fought interstellar wars for ten thousand years filled Fujimaru Ritsuka with increasing excitement. His blood boiled, and he let out his signature villainous, eerie laugh. He then slammed his hand on the teacup mat on the low table, abruptly stood up, placed one foot on the table, and roared to the sky: "Hehehehehehehehehehe! Battle! That was awesome!!!"

Seeing her senior completely let loose and go on a Khorne-like rampage, Mashu's face turned pale instantly, her expression filled with fear and utter despair.

While stealing glances at Emiya Shirou and the others whose faces clearly showed their "who is this? I don't know them" expressions, she frantically tugged at Fujimaru Ritsuka's sleeve, trying to stop her reckless behavior that could be considered a social disaster.

Mashu frantically tugged at Fujimaru Ritsuka's sleeve, looking like she was about to cry, desperately pulling her back: "Senpai! Please be normal! Stop shouting! Everyone's watching!"

At the summit of Liudong Temple, the night wind was chilly, and the moonlight shone on the pool at the top of the mountain, shattering into a shimmering, ethereal glow.

Dressed in a sleek black motorcycle outfit, the tyrant Gilgamesh leaned against a pine tree trunk, his wine-red eyes filled with arrogance and impatience. He was relentlessly questioning the Heroic Spirit Locke beside him about the current situation of his true form deep within the Great Void.

"Hey, stray dog, what's the status of your Master right now?"

Locke, the heroic spirit who had transformed into Sigismund, completely ignored the incessant chatter of this oldest king. He didn't even spare a glance for Gilgamesh beside him, turning directly to Medea, whose ritual setup had just been completed. His voice, deep and steady beneath his heavy power armor, was as firm as iron: "Is it finished?"

As the last wisp of magic from Medea's fingertip disappeared into the ground, the entire magical ritual surrounding the pool instantly lit up with eerie blue runes. She looked up at Sigismund and nodded solemnly.

Sigismund nodded slightly, offering a sincere thank you to the witch. He then stepped forward, his spiritual energy and magical power surging as he aimed at the core of the ritual and unleashed his Noble Phantasm.

"Noble Phantasm Unleashed! [Eternal Crusade - A]!"

A deafening declaration pierced the night sky above Ryudouji Temple, and the next second, the Noble Phantasm forged by Sigismund's vow spanning forty thousand years erupted with a deafening roar.

With his spirit origin as the anchor, the innate barrier, like a surging sea of ​​stars, instantly swallowed the entire summit of Ryudouji Temple, erasing the moonlight, pine forest, and rocks of Fuyuki.

This Noble Phantasm, based on humanity's ultimate ambition of a great expedition, drew everyone into the epic saga that swept across the galaxy the moment the barrier was fully deployed.

Within the boundless barrier lies a strange and vast sea of ​​brilliant stars, where countless steel behemoths of human expeditionary fleets rise and fall. The smoke and embers of gunfire drift in the void, beneath one's feet lies a planetary land ablaze with war, and before one's eyes lies a grand battlefield that has spanned millennia and never ended.

The challengers, who had just finalized their seven-rider lineup and completed their Spirit Origin enhancements and mana replenishment in preparation for the final battle, hadn't even had time to step out of the Fujimura residence when the world around them collapsed in an instant.

The warm yellow light, the wood grain of the tatami mats, the winter breeze and moonlight were all completely crushed in the blink of an eye.

Once everyone regained their footing from the sudden dizziness, they were forcibly dragged into the very core of Sigismund's inherent barrier.

Shinji Matou: "Where...where are we? We've been attacked?"

Looking at the shattered flagship bridge dome above him, and the battlefield beyond the dome that burned across the entire Terra system, Shirou Emiya made a judgment.

Emiya Shirou's pupils suddenly contracted. He looked up at the shattered bridge dome above him, his gaze piercing through the cracked alloy deck and landing directly on the final battlefield beyond the dome, which was burning across the entire Terra system. Then he understood everything.

Shirou Emiya: "No, we weren't accidentally dragged into this. We were invited as duelists and brought into this arena specifically designed for deathmatches."

Several kilometers long interstellar behemoths collided head-on in the void. The adamantine armor plates, strong enough to withstand the direct hit of macro cannons, were torn to shreds like paper by a gale. The shattered fragments, along with the shockwaves of the secondary explosion, swept across the starry sea.

The raging flames of the cannons exploded one after another in the deathly silence of the eternal night, illuminating the cold universe as bright as day. The incandescent white rays of the light spears tore through tens of thousands of kilometers of void, melting the entire warship in half. The plasma torrent, carrying a world-destroying rage, swept across the fleet formation. One starship after another was transformed into a giant fireball as the core of the reactor melted away. The scarlet flames dyed the entire star sea the color of blood and fire.

Smoke and molten metal swirled in the void, shattered shipwrecks, congealed blood, and the corpses of fallen soldiers floated in zero gravity, and even the universe itself groaned and trembled in the aftershocks of this fateful duel that spanned millennia.

Beneath their feet lay a perfectly replicated final resting place of the first Imperial Champion, Sigismund—the flagship of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, the "Soul of Vengeance."

The sight before them took everyone's breath away, leaving them speechless with astonishment. This magnificent battlefield, spanning the sea of ​​stars, utterly crushed the insignificance of the individual.

The resolve they had previously risked their lives for seemed as insignificant as a fleeting speck of cosmic dust in the face of this war that could shake the universe.

At that moment, they had no idea that tens of thousands of years later, an old soldier who had fought for the emperor all his life would be on the bridge of this very warship, dragging his body worn down by thousands of years of battles, and at the cost of his own life, leave an indelible scar on the arrogant Chaos War General.

Just then, Sigismund's voice broke their thoughts from the deck not far away.

"Welcome to the battlefield 30,000 years in the future, my final resting place, the Soul of Vengeance."