Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 129 They don't need to understand, they will obey!

Even though Faldius himself knew that in the eyes of orthodox magicians, he was not a qualified magician and was more like a magician, he had been an undercover agent in the magic world for many years, and his master was a famous puppeteer. Even so, he had never heard of any kind of magic that could silently disable a dozen sniper rifles from a distance of hundreds of meters without any trace of magic.

"It seems you're puzzled as to why those guns failed to fire that shot."

Locke's steps did not falter for a moment; the sound of his cane striking the floor was like a heavy hammer blow to Faldius's heart, until he was pinned against the wall with nowhere to retreat.

He leaned down slightly, looking down at the trembling mastermind behind the scenes. There was no anger in his eyes, but they carried a sense of oppression that could crush any hope.

This behavior is exactly like that of those who stand at the top of the pyramid, and it's impossible for someone who is just a lowly teaching assistant.

"Then I'll tell you the answer."

"Because those mechanical souls refuse to raise their swords against me."

"A mechanical soul???"

These words struck Faldius like a thunderbolt, leaving his mind blank.

His first reaction was that the other party was talking nonsense and spouting rubbish. After all, the government's research on magic had never stopped, and he also knew that machines were inanimate objects, so how could they have a soul?

But before he could voice his doubts, the man in front of him reached out and gently placed his palm on his forehead.

In that instant, Faldius felt as if his soul was being soaked in warm water, yet completely stripped bare.

All his memories, all his calculations, all his hidden schemes were exposed before this power, leaving him with not a single secret.

"So that's how it is. What a bunch of delusional fools." Locke's voice was soft, yet it pierced his heart like an ice pick.

When he came to his senses, he found himself drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of deep water. He could barely stand, and the fear of having his soul thoroughly exposed overwhelmed him like a tide, making even his breathing tremble.

He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling as he asked, "What—what do you want? Did you come for the Holy Grail? Or for that Emperor?"

"Neither."

Locke released his grip, gave a curt reply, and turned to look out the window.

Just then, a violent shockwave, originating from the center of the snowfield city, swept across the entire city! Amidst the deafening roar, the windows of all the buildings along the way were instantly shattered, and countless sharp shards of glass, carrying blizzard snow, hurtled towards the hospital ward.

Locke walked slowly to the window, where an invisible barrier quietly opened in front of him. All the flying fragments and howling winds were completely blocked in front of him, not even a tiny bit could cross the line.

He stood quietly by the window, using his own strength to firmly protect the ward and the sleeping girl on the bed behind him.

Just then, Faldius's earpiece blared with his secretary's panicked report: "Sir! Something's happened in the city center! Gilgamesh and Bazdilot's Servants are fighting! The aftershocks of their battle have swept through the entire Snowfield City; we can no longer hide it!"

Before the words had even finished, a second, devastating shockwave swept across the entire city. The entire hospital building shook violently, cracks spread across the walls, and shards of glass rained down.

With a wave of his hand, Locke conjured an impenetrable blue-gold barrier around Qiu Chun's hospital room, completely isolating it from any tremors, aftershocks, and danger. Only after doing this did he lean on his cane and slowly walk towards the door of the room.

Just as he was about to step out the door, he suddenly turned back, his gaze falling on the distraught Faldius. His tone was calm, yet carried an absolute, unyielding pressure, as he left behind a piece of advice: "Here's a piece of advice for you: stop trying to manipulate this Holy Grail War. What the Holy Grail is is no longer important. I love humanity, but if you insist on creating more chaos and death, then my love for humanity may not be enough to make me continue to show you leniency."

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, but Faldius remained frozen in place, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Before this, he was convinced that he was the mastermind behind the Holy Grail War, the one sitting behind the chessboard making the moves.

But it was only at this moment that he realized with absolute clarity that the war had spiraled out of control to the point where he could no longer even see clearly.

He even began to suspect that perhaps from the moment the Fifth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki came to an end, a huge conspiracy that he had never seen before had already quietly unfolded.

A chilling thought began to creep wildly through his mind—

Could it be that this man also participated in Fuyuki's Fifth Holy Grail War?

The outskirts of Snowfield City are shrouded in endless winter blizzards.

The raging snowstorm threatened to engulf the heavens and earth, but the barrier erected by the Clock Tower's Dean Bricissan acted like a chasm between reality and the forbidden land, firmly blocking countless eyes that were prying into this Holy Grail War from entering the snowfield.

Two figures broke through the barrier's light screen, staggering and crushing the snow-covered ground. Shirou Emiya, supporting the slightly unsteady Rin Tohsaka, finally broke through the barrier after days of arduous travel and overcoming obstacles.

"Not bad, it's 15 minutes earlier than I expected."

A familiar voice came from the wind and snow. The Second Magician, Zelrich, leaned on his jewel-encrusted staff and stood not far away, a hint of arrogant approval in his eyes.

"As my new personal disciple, you finally didn't embarrass me; you've passed the test."

Rin Tohsaka, having just brushed the snow off her clothes, froze upon hearing this, her eyes widening in astonishment: "Huh? Is this also a test you arranged for me?"

"Otherwise what? If you can't even get over this threshold, going in will only be suicide. You might as well stay here with that young girl and have some tea with us old folks, instead of going in and causing trouble."

Following the direction he pointed, the two then saw Ayaka Sajou holding a teacup, looking rather helpless, under a makeshift sunshade not far away.

The girl whose name was called wobbled in her teacup, almost spilling the tea. She awkwardly looked up, waved at the two of them, and gave a dry laugh with a hint of helplessness: "Long time no see, Emiya-san, Tohsaka-san."

"Ayaka?!" Rin Tohsaka strode over, her face full of confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"It's a long story." Ayaka Sajou sighed, her eyes filled with confusion. "It was my older sister, Aika Sajou. She suddenly brought me here, and before I could figure out what was going on, she left me outside the barrier and went into Snowfield City alone. She said it was too dangerous here and told me not to go anywhere."

The three were talking around the table when a figure suddenly broke through the blizzard.

The slender figure came against the wind and snow, passing step by step through the barrier that blocked countless magicians, and landed steadily in front of everyone.

When Rin Tohsaka finally saw that face, red from the wind and snow yet still gentle, she was completely stunned, her voice trembling with disbelief: "Sakura? What are you doing here? Weren't you traveling the world?"

Sakura Matou, supporting herself on her knees, was panting heavily. Days of travel had left her covered in a thin layer of snow, but the light in her eyes was astonishing. After a while, she looked up at her sister, her voice hoarse from the wind and snow, yet incredibly firm: "It's Shinji-nii. He sent me a message. He said—the person I've been looking for for four years is in this snowy city."

In the heart of Snowfield City, standing atop the city's highest point, Gilgamesh was in an absolutely terrible mood.

Not only was Locke stood her up, but she was also prepared to get serious and finish this fake Holy Grail War in one night. However, the first enemy she encountered was very strange.

It was a giant warrior who stood at least four meters tall. His bronze skin gleamed with the cold, hard metallic luster of quenched copper, and fine, blood-red Khorne runes meandered along the grooves of his muscles, pulsating slightly as if they were alive.

Even if he just stood still, the overwhelming blood energy that was almost solidified surged out like a tsunami, enough to shatter the minds of ordinary mortals and cause them to collapse to the ground the moment they touched it.

When Gilgamesh's eyes shone with the golden light of "Omniscient and Omnipotent Star," revealing the opponent's Spirit Origin, Noble Phantasm, and True Name, he finally realized why he had been forcibly summoned to this Holy Grail War.

[Unique Skill: Blood God's Blessing EX]

With a deafening clang of metal clashing, the brass battle axe in his hand, engraved with eight trial runes, spun out a blood-red arc of light, knocking away and shattering all the treasures pouring out of the King's Treasury.

Having long abandoned the name Hercules, which had been toyed with by the gods, the Avenger, whose true name was Alcides, suddenly had the eight-pointed star of the Blood God blazing in his crimson eyes.

He bent his knees and lowered his waist, his bulging muscles gathering power like a coiled steel dragon. The hardened ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch under the immense force. Then, like a meteorite shot out of its shell, he slammed his fist into the ground, carrying with him a world-destroying aura of bloodlust and rage, and charged fiercely toward Gilgamesh.

"False God!"

A golden light suddenly appeared, and the Chains of Heaven shot out like an angry python, precisely coiling around the charging giant. This was the killing move Gilgamesh used to subdue Heracles in the last Holy Grail War. But this time, the divinely created chains, which should have tightened more and more, completely lost their binding power because the opponent's spirit origin had no divinity whatsoever.

Alcides' brass battle axe spun with arcs of blood and fire, shattering the Chains of Heaven into pieces with a single blow.

In his vision, distorted by the rage of the black mud and the blood god, the most ancient king before him had already transformed into the Great Horned Evil God, seated on a bronze throne atop a mountain of bones.

Originally summoned as an Archer, Hercules was first stripped of his divinity by his Master with three Command Seals along with the Black Mud, and fell into the Avenger. Then, at the moment when his hatred was at its most intense, he was entangled by Khorne, the Blood God from the Warp.

Even though his spirit foundation was corrupted, he only had murderous intent towards the evil god who manipulated fate, without any respect or faith.

Khorne, however, was unconcerned about his offense. Instead, he admired Hercules even more for daring to raise his sword against him, and instead bestowed upon him an insatiable madness and fighting spirit, making him his best source of pleasure and continuously infusing him with terrifying power that did not belong to this world.

The brass battle axe, imbued with the power of the Blood God, ruthlessly shattered the rain of Noble Phantasms from the Gate of Babylon and tore apart Gilgamesh's hastily erected Noble Phantasm defense.

The oldest king hastily raised his treasure to fight, but in just one exchange, he was completely overwhelmed by the endless, furious onslaught.

The invincible Flash Brother suffered another defeat with his double attack.

Upon seeing this, the little girl Tiny Cherke, who had already made up her mind to serve the oldest king and win all the way to the end of the war, froze on the spot.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the golden figure who was now at a disadvantage in the center of the battlefield. She couldn't believe that this hero-king, who had always been so adept at handling everything and regarded all Servants as "misfits," had actually fallen behind in the very first battle.

After all, Gilgamesh was the oldest king who personally brought the Age of Gods to a close and represented the complete separation between humanity and the gods. In the regular Holy Grail War within the rules, he was the absolute pinnacle, standing at the very top of the pyramid, unshakeable.

But she had no idea that this counterfeit Holy Grail War, which had gone off track from the very beginning, had already deviated from all the established rules of the Holy Grail War.

Not to mention, under the deliberate manipulation of someone behind the scenes, this war has long since slid to a point of complete uncontrollability and utter subversion of common sense.

The earth-shattering battle between the King of Heroes and the corrupted Great Heroes, with its immense magical power almost sweeping across the entire city, naturally alerted all the lurking participants.

As the war supervisor sent by the Holy Church, Father Hansa had already stepped on the gas and was speeding towards the city center where the spiritual pressure was erupting.

But as he was crossing the street, a peaceful yet overwhelming magical force suddenly enveloped the car, forcing him to slam on the brakes, the tires screeching against the ground.

Outside the car window, on an empty street, a tall and upright figure stood quietly for some unknown time.

"Hello, my name is Noah. Are you from the church?"

Faldius had no idea how he drove back from the hospital. After he realized what had happened, he leaned against the car door for a full half minute before he realized that he had truly escaped death.

But before he could even catch his breath, he had just stepped into the temporary command room when he received devastating news from his subordinates.

The devastating news came unexpectedly.

The magic research laboratory controlled by the military in Xueyuan City has been breached.

That was the place with the highest security standards in the entire city, where the fragments of the Greater Grail recovered from Fuyuki were stored. It was an impregnable fortress set up by the government using both technology and magic.

The person strolling leisurely in the surveillance footage, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, was none other than Victor, the Clock Tower teaching assistant who had cornered him in the hospital half an hour earlier and left him with a death warning.

He leaned on his ebony cane, strolling leisurely through the institute's corridors as if he were taking a walk in his own garden, without pausing for even a moment.

That fragment of the Holy Grail, lacking the energy to perform the Holy Grail ritual, was insignificant to the overall war; at best, it was merely a research sample.

Even so, the security here is still at the highest level. In terms of magic, the barrier is integrated with the offense and defense, and it may not be possible to break through by force. In terms of technology, it is the military's top anti-magic security system, from infrared locking to automatic turrets, from psionic shielding to biochemical blockade. Even top agents have no chance of infiltrating.

But all these precautions became a joke in front of Viktor.

He didn't even do anything intentionally; he simply waved his hand, and several strange runes appeared in mid-air. The layers of magical barriers instantly vanished without a trace of resistance.

That composed demeanor was far beyond that of an ordinary teaching assistant; he was clearly more at ease than the monarch of the Clock Tower.

And those supposedly advanced security technologies have instead produced a series of chilling and bizarre scenes.

In the surveillance footage, a security guard pointed a gun at him, but the gun jammed instantly. He could fire normally by turning the muzzle around. Someone got angry and threw the gun at him, causing the barrel to explode and the guard to fall to the ground.

All the doors would open automatically when he walked in front of them, all the automatic turrets would malfunction when he entered their range, and all the detection systems would become blind in front of him.

Wherever he is, all technological means become completely ineffective.

The command room was completely silent. Everyone was staring at the monitor, feeling cold all over, and not even had the slightest thought of stepping forward to stop them.

Meanwhile, Faldius recalled what Locke had said not long ago.

"Machines have souls."

At this moment, Locke, who was unharmed by the machinery, easily arrived at the core laboratory of the research institute. He looked at the materialized Holy Grail fragment in the central container of the laboratory and reached out his hand towards the fragment.

The next second, the screen in front of Faldius turned completely static, while Locke, inside the laboratory core, picked up the Holy Grail fragment and stuffed it into the Hextech Core within his body.

In an instant, the Hextech Core and the Holy Grail fragment within Locke's body resonated, tearing open the channel connecting to the Root.

[Character card being upgraded————]

[Arcane Herald Viktor (Hexcore Status: Basic) → Arcane Herald Viktor (Hexcore Status: Advanced)]

[You can spend popularity points to continue upgrading]

[Next Phase]

Arcane Herald Viktor (Hexcore Mode: Full Form)

While wandering around Snowfield City, Aika Sajou suddenly sensed the Root's unusual activity. When she connected with the Root, she only heard one sentence before being pulled out of the Root and having her innate connection with it severed.

"They don't need to understand; they will obey!"