Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 113, First Battle: R-jie enters the fray, and R-jie is instantly defeated.

Sigismund, Gilgamesh, and Medea stood amidst the shattered remains of their advanced power armor, the blue and white paint schemes of the Ultramarines, the yellow and black insignia of the Imperial Fist, and the black and green armor of the Sons of Horus, all intertwined with shrapnel and dried blood.

Broken chainswords, exploding bomb guns, and exhausted force field axes lay scattered everywhere. The loyal bones of the faithful were piled together with the corrupted corpses of Chaos rebels, aberrant mutants, and warp demons. The air was thick with the smoky stench of gunpowder, the metallic stench of molten metal, and the putrid odor of the warp.

The sheer brutality of the battlefield instantly extinguished the excitement on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face. She looked up and asked seriously, "Where is this?"

Before the words were even finished, everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the figure in the center of the battlefield. On the charred deck littered with corpses, Sigismund supported himself with his black sword. His black, finely crafted power armor was still stained with blood that had not yet dried. Even just standing still, he exuded an iron-blooded majesty that could crush everything.

He looked down at the crowd in the distance and answered their questions in a deep, booming voice.

"Where? Child, in the words of you modern magicians, this is a Noble Phantasm that is sublimated from my beliefs, my life, and my dying words, which is what is called a Reality Marble."

Having said that, he flicked his wrist and steadily pulled the black sword embedded in the deck. The sharp sound of the blade cutting through the air drowned out the lingering roar of the distant cannon fire. He walked step by step toward the crowd, sword in hand. The clashing of armor revealed his undisguised fighting spirit, and his voice held a burning sincerity, but also a deep-seated hatred: "To be honest, I am very grateful to you. It is you who gave me another chance to wield my sword and serve the Emperor; it is also because of you that I have been able to wash away the shame that has been buried for a thousand years."

Thinking of that regret he could never make up for in his lifetime, Sigismund's aura suddenly changed drastically.

The composure and gratitude that had just been present were instantly swallowed by the overwhelming rage burning in his very bones. His voice was as deep as a cannon's roar, each word laced with unbearable hatred: "It's a pity that coward Abaddon was utterly unworthy to become a heroic spirit! Otherwise, I would have used this body, now back in my prime, to personally sever his head, ensuring that he and his weak, traitorous father would suffer the same fate—their souls scattered, devoid of dignity, left only with an eternal, indelible regret!"

Completely unfamiliar with Sigismund's past, the crowd couldn't comprehend the hatred and obsession in his words. They could only stare blankly at the unfamiliar terms "Emperor," "Abaddon," and "Astartes," their faces utterly bewildered. Only the Wise King Gilgamesh, with his power as the "Omniscient and Omnipotent Star," had a complete view of this Heroic Spirit's life, battles, and spiritual origins. But at this moment, he had no time to offer any explanation—his own light was fixed firmly on Sigismund's figure. When he saw the terrifying parameters on the Heroic Spirit's panel, far exceeding those of ordinary Servants, an unyielding gloom settled over his handsome face.

"But what follows is a fair and just duel of honor, to be fought under the glorious gaze of the Emperor. I will give it my all without reservation; this is the most basic respect I can show my opponent as a warrior."

As he finished speaking, he took a half-step forward, black sword in hand. His metal boots slammed onto the charred deck with a dull thud that instantly drowned out the lingering echoes of distant cannon fire. He swept his gaze over the stunned crowd and continued in an unwavering, authoritative voice: "However, you are not monks of the Astartes Legion. As challengers in this duel, I grant you the privilege of choosing the order in which you will challenge them. Now, make your choice."

Seeing that Sigismund allowed them to choose the order of the challenges, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and immediately began to discuss it.

Gilgamesh: "Ritsuka, I understand the situation now. His class is Legion, which means he is not a person, but an entire legion. He is the conceptual incarnation of the Astartes Legion. His true name and class will change depending on the different warrior incarnations."

Shirou Emiya: "So, if it weren't for this kind of duel, could he choose different classes and different forms based on class advantage?"

Rin Tohsaka: "But the key issue is that we know absolutely nothing about the other person's past, and we can't find any weaknesses. Even if we knew their real names, it wouldn't help!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka: "But we now have the right to decide the order of the challenges, don't we? We can challenge them based on class advantage, so let's focus on probing from the start. Since they claim to be the angel of the Lord of Humanity, fighting against Chaos and Aliens, they might possess special attacks that are unique to the Lord of Humanity. Let's use that as our objective to probe their information."

As humanity's last Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly finalized the strategy, and no one seemed to notice anything amiss. However, while they were discussing the plan, a group of people who had secretly come to investigate the Holy Grail battlefield were inexplicably pulled into the Reality Marble in a distant place unnoticed by them.

Among them were non-human beings, beings who had lived for countless years, and magicians. Many of them even knew each other, but they tacitly pretended not to see each other, found a place to watch the battle, and did not expose this fact.

After a long silence, one of the troublemaking white-haired girls asked to herself, "Huh? Why am I being dragged here even though I'm just spying outside Fuyuki City?"

Shortly after she asked, one of the mature men replied in a similarly self-talking tone, "What a peculiar Reality Marble. The scene here doesn't seem to belong to the past. Could it be that a Heroic Spirit from the future has been summoned? It seems that this so-called Holy Grail War is more interesting than I imagined. Perhaps it has drawn in everyone who is interested in the Holy Grail."

"Is this really the future for humanity? It seems that the existence of the Dead Apostles is completely unnecessary. There is no place for us Dead Apostles in the future."

"This is so interesting! This is a future I've never seen before! Humanity has actually managed to leave this planet and break free from its constraints. I really want to know how that happened!"

While these people hiding behind the scenes were talking amongst themselves, the Master and the others had already made a decision: to send Rider into battle to deal with the class-advantageous Castr.

The Master and the others quickly made a decision: taking advantage of the class advantage, they would send Rider to fight against the enemy Castr.

Having received a definite answer, Sigismund nodded, his figure gradually becoming transparent in the afterglow of the gunfire.

"As you wish, the reins are now in your hands, Medea."

As soon as he finished speaking, he handed over full control of the barrier to Medea behind him.

Medea completed the transfer of all authority through a magical ritual, and the vast flow of magic firmly stabilized the barrier modeled after the Eternal Expedition. As a witness to this sacred duel, she restrained her witch's arrogance, her voice filled only with loyalty to the Emperor and the honor of warriors, each word resounding throughout the battlefield: "Today, within this ring of honor, two warriors will engage in a fair, just, and uninfluenced duel to the death, in the name of honor."

Victory or defeat is determined solely by willpower, skill, and strength; no cheating, outside help, or despicable tricks are tolerated.

Both sides should hold nothing back, unleashing their full strength and trump cards—this is a warrior's respect for their opponent, their adherence to honor, and the highest tribute to the emperor's glory.

Before the declaration was even finished, Rider Medusa had already been fully enhanced by Shinji Matou's three Command Seals. Magical power surged within her, and her entire body radiated an unprecedented fullness and sharpness. She suddenly raised her chains, bent over, and assumed a fighting stance, her scarlet eyes staring directly at the enemy in front of her who was transforming.

That enemy was Mephisto, a member of the Holy Blood Angels' intelligence corps.

Meanwhile, Gilgamesh, who had seen through his opponent's abilities with his Noble Phantasm Omniscient Star, began to simultaneously disclose the opponent's stats to everyone and Chaldea.

[True Name: The Emperor's Angel (Mephisto/Calistalis)]

[Class: Legion (Caster/Magician)]

[Unique Skill: BlackRageConqueror A++]

[The only Space Marine in the history of the Blood Angels to overcome the curse of "Black Fury," not only overcoming madness but also receiving revelation from the Primarch Sangiles and gaining power from some unknown entity.]

[Inherent Skill: PsykerMaster A++]

One of the most powerful psionicists in the entire empire, capable of using various psionic powers such as telepathy, telekinesis, prophecy, time-stopping, and splitting mental and physical psionic abilities, he can fight against the Demon Prince and the Chaos Demon.

【Unique Skill: Avatar of Death (A)】

The title "Lord of Death" is materialized; psychic energy can directly attack the enemy's soul, causing incurable mental damage, while simultaneously granting the lord powerful vitality and regenerative abilities.

【Master of Both Arts (Magic and Martial Arts) A】

Mephisto is both a powerful psionicist and an outstanding warrior, skilled in both melee and ranged combat using a power sword and a plasma pistol.

[Noble Phantasm: Vita-Rus - A+]

[Noble Phantasm: Fury of the Ancients - A++]

SoulReaper - EX

"Now, in the name of the Emperor, this duel of honor officially begins!"

The solemn declaration resounded through the barrier, and Medusa's magic surged, transforming her into a black streak that tore through the air. She pushed her speed to the limit, aiming directly at Mephisto, who was still in the process of changing forms, intending to settle the score with a single, swift attack.

However, Mephisto simply opened his eyes calmly.

The next second, time and space froze completely, like a frozen lake!

The tyrant Gilgamesh crossed his arms, his eyes full of mockery. He felt a surge of pleasure at seeing others suffer the same loss as him.

Mephisto walked slowly, as if strolling, to Medusa, who stood frozen in place. The sword of Vitalus glowed with a soft, spiritual light, and with an almost compassionate gentleness, pierced straight through her chest.

When the world resumed its flow, the holy sword that pierced through his body was clearly visible.

Emiya Shirou, Fujimaru Ritsuka, and the others froze, their pupils shrinking, their hearts feeling as if gripped by an invisible hand, a profound shock engulfing them all.

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