Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 133 The bell tolls three times! Praise be to Ohm Messiah!

As the miniature mutation core emitted a dazzling light, patterns of the Holy Grail ritual began to appear on the ground beneath the city center, and the Greater Grail appeared before everyone's eyes at that moment.

Viktor raised his scepter and transferred the miniature mutant core into the Aeon Grail, whereupon the core began to expand rapidly.

Upon seeing this, the magician in Richard the Lionheart's shadow immediately realized what the other party was trying to do and urged, "Oh no! He wants to connect to the Root! Stop him!"

Upon seeing this, Richard the Lionheart immediately drew his decorative sword and unleashed his Noble Phantasm.

【The Eternal and Distant Sword of Victory (Ecalibur)】

This is a Noble Phantasm that Richard developed from his extreme admiration for King Arthur, even treating everything he acquired as part of the legend of Ecalibur.

It's like combining Lancelot's "A knight does not die unarmed" and King Arthur's "Excalibur" (E

A Noble Phantasm formed by the fusion of "calibur".

Although it's not as good as the real thing from King Arthur, it has the advantage of being able to be placed in anything. And in response to his friend's reminder, Richard launched a three-pronged attack.

Richard the Lionheart unleashed his Noble Phantasm with a thunderous roar, accompanied by a lion's fury that shook the heavens and the earth. The golden beam instantly enveloped the entire city center, carrying destructive power capable of leveling an entire block, and slammed headlong into the core of the Greater Grail.

Faced with this devastating blow, Viktor simply tapped his scepter on the ground. The moment the tip of the scepter touched the ground, the Hextech Core inside his chest emitted a deafening hum.

Arcane runes rapidly swirled within the core, eventually revealing the rune representing nature and immortality from among the five major runes.

[Firmly: Immortality]

In an instant, a torrent of emerald green arcane energy burst forth from the ground! The earth churned, ancient trees sprang up, and a colossal, ancient tree, seemingly ten thousand years old, suddenly took shape before the Great Grail. Its powerful branches, like iron chains, wrapped around the entire Great Grail, protecting it tightly behind it.

The golden beam of light collided violently with the giant tree barrier, the deafening roar sending rubble and steel bars flying all over the street, but the Tree of Life, nurtured by arcane magic, remained completely still.

"I see. So you fooled us all last time. You never gave up on your plan, did you?"

Gilgamesh now understands everything. From the last Holy Grail War until now, it was all just Locke's plan, and even he was deceived.

The thought that his once noble and radiant soul had gradually strayed from humanity filled Gilgamesh with extraordinary rage. He roared, "Where has the you gone! Where has the emperor who bore all the sins for humanity gone! Look at yourself now, how are you any different from the alien you speak of?!"

Before he finished speaking, Gilgamesh had already raised the sword Ea high, carrying the world-shattering power of the Interdimensional Sword, and slashed it down fiercely towards Locke.

Faced with the King of Heroes's most powerful Noble Phantasm, which is unparalleled in the Throne of Heroes, the Resolute Rune activated spontaneously without the host's command, instantly forming layers of bone barriers to withstand the impact. At the same time, it obeyed the host's will without fail, including Sajyo Ayaka behind the host in the protection range.

Seeing this, Sajō Aika, who was already preparing to activate magic to protect herself, was overjoyed. Her eyes could only see Locke's figure, and only one thought remained in her heart.

He has me in his heart!

The whirlwind unleashed by the Ea tore through the sky, and the energy torrent of the Anti-World Noble Phantasm swept through the city center like a tsunami. Yet, amidst this cataclysmic baptism, Viktor's voice still pierced clearly through all the roar.

It was an absolutely rational, cold voice with a slight tremor, without the slightest wavering, every word exuding composure: "I have never changed, I have only made sacrifices."

For me, no sacrifice in this world is unbearable. Since my future self failed to fulfill her mission and instead caused catastrophic consequences, then I will make amends and rewrite that dark future.

"This is my mission, and only I can accomplish it."

The moment the words were spoken, Viktor lightly tapped the ground with his scepter. The runes within the Hextech Core, empowered by the main rune, rapidly shifted, transforming from [Bone] to [Overgrowth]. Arcane power instantly spread out, actually managing to catch...

And began to transform Gilgamesh's fully unleashed Noble Phantasm attack.

All the destructive energy unleashed by [The Star of Heaven and Earth's Disorder] was firmly drawn in by an invisible arcane force field. The raging golden torrent transformed into a swirling energy vortex, which was eventually gathered and compressed, condensing into an inconspicuous golden sphere in Victor's palm.

With a casual grasp, he utterly crushed the world-destroying power of this treasure into countless tiny fragments of light.

Everyone present was a Heroic Spirit at the pinnacle of the Throne of Heroes, each possessing a trump card and having been certain they could survive the earth-shattering blow of Ea.

Viktor's nonchalant crushing of the World-class Noble Phantasms was like a boulder crashing into everyone's hearts, bringing an unprecedented shock.

They finally realized that what they were seeing was just the tip of an iceberg above the surface of the sea, and they could never guess how enormous and despairing the entire iceberg would be beneath the unfathomable darkness of the ocean.

The entire place was deathly silent, with only the howling of the wind sweeping through the broken walls and ruins.

Everyone was still reeling from the shock of Viktor crushing the Ea sword's Noble Phantasm, but he himself seemed completely unconcerned, as if he had only done something insignificant. He glanced around the room, his calm voice piercing the silence, each word striking clearly into everyone's ears: "And now, I will fulfill my mission, to pay for your mistakes, to make amends for the tragedy caused by this pointless slaughter."

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Before the words were finished, the ancient tree of life, which was entwined with the Great Holy Grail, trembled violently. A bright white light poured out from between the branches, and countless thin ribbons of light, like a living galaxy, surged out from the gaps in the tree and instantly covered the entire center of the snowfield city.

These lights, imbued with their own consciousness, penetrated every collapsed ruin, finding every innocent body that had perished in the flames of war, gently kissing their foreheads, responding to their unwilling will to survive before death, and opening the path for them to glorious evolution.

The band of light gently lifted the departed, suspending them in mid-air, and used the power of arcane magic to reshape their flesh and blood, returning their well-protected souls to them.

Aside from Shinji Matou, no one knew that long before the Holy Grail War began, the shadow of the subspace had already loomed over the entire Snowfield City.

At that very moment, Locke had already carefully protected the soul of every mortal in the city, preventing even a trace of chaos and death from swallowing them up.

At this moment, using the core of the mutation as a guide, he completely returned the souls of the dead to their newborn bodies.

As the glow of transformation slowly faded, the reborn people landed steadily on the ravaged ground, as if drawn by an invisible force, all looking towards Victor in the center of the battlefield.

On their bodies, the arcane runes, which originated from the pioneers, glowed with a soft purple light. The inlaid metal marks were medals of rebirth. Their eyes, which were once filled with fear, pain, and despair, now held only the peace of surviving a catastrophe and complete and unreserved obedience to their guides.

The next moment, they all knelt and bowed, towards their savior, the one who relieved them of suffering, the pioneer of human evolution.

We prostrate ourselves in the most devout worship of the One True God, giving thanks for His salvation.

The evolved beings muttered incantations, reciting prayers that did not belong to this era but only to the glorious future of evolution. The fragmented sounds gathered together and echoed for a long time in the empty snowfield city.

This scene is reminiscent of suffering believers prostrating themselves before the Savior, like lost lambs traversing snow and ruins, desperately following their only shepherd.

At the very front of the crowd, the little girl who had been holding her worn-out bear doll in her arms the whole time was now imitating her parents, her small body earnestly bending her knees and bowing in worship.

She casually tossed the doll she treasured onto the rubble-strewn ground, as if the person before her was the only light she could grasp in this ravaged world.

This seemingly insignificant movement caused the usually calm and collected Viktor to pause slightly, hesitating for a moment.

This pure and unadulterated devotion and unreserved trust, carrying a weight that could shake the soul, crashed into the hearts of everyone present, bringing an unprecedented shock.

"That's... Locke?"

Behind the broken wall on the edge of the city center, Rin Tohsaka gripped her arm tightly, her fingertips turning white, but her legs still couldn't stop going weak.

She gazed at the figure in the center of the battlefield, surrounded and worshipped by countless newcomers, her voice trembling with disbelief, even her breathing becoming erratic.

Whether it's the eternally gentle teaching assistant Victor in the Clock Tower, the steady and reliable Fujimura Locke in Fuyuki School, or the emperor's past self who sat on the golden throne during the Holy Grail War, all of them are similar to this person whose body is now imbued with arcane divinity.

The pioneers who held the reins of life and death and evolution were like two different people, separated by an insurmountable chasm.

Standing beside her was the Imperial Guard Commander, Heroic Spirit Emiya, who came from 40,000 years in the future. Looking at that familiar figure, complex emotions surged in his eyes.

With awe, heaviness, nostalgia, and a hint of unspeakable sigh, he slowly spoke to the three people beside him: "In the future, when the chaotic shadows of the warp completely devour the galactic territory of the human empire, Locke will no longer be himself."

For the sake of humanity, he crushed his own ego, willingly becoming an emperor, the sole anchor and symbol of all human civilization.

"But this was never all of him. To humanity, he was the Lord of Humanity, the Emperor who protected the galaxy; to the Mechanicus and the countless Iron Man Machine Souls, he was Om Messiah, the God of Machines who descended to earth; but to Chaos—"

At this point, Shirou Emiya suddenly stopped talking.

His peripheral vision suddenly swept over the swirling black mist behind Matou Sakura, and he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

After a moment of silence, he composed himself and spoke in a deep voice: "In short, he is now closest to the true form of Om Messiah. That is a side of the God of Machines, and also one of the most fundamental aspects of the Emperor, one of the Trinity."

In that solemn moment of universal worship, Noah, the Grand Rider who had just received a divine oracle from the church and rushed there, suddenly had his pupils constrict.

The sight of mortals bowing down and worshipping one person as God was, in his eyes, an act of blasphemy!

He instantly condemned Victor as the enemy of mankind and the Antichrist who wreaked havoc on the world, as described in the oracle. His gentle expression turned serious in an instant, and he was about to follow the Lord's will to eliminate the scourge when he was interrupted by a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

"False god!"

Hercules' roar was like a thunderclap, causing surrounding rocks to fall in a clatter.

Having just escaped Khorne's bloodthirsty control, his self-light locked itself tightly onto Viktor. For this avenger who had vowed to take revenge on all the high and mighty gods, this self-proclaimed pioneer and reaping of faith was the target he most wanted to tear apart at this moment!

Ishtar moved almost simultaneously with him. This goddess who ruled over heaven and earth intended to govern humanity with her own will and would never allow anyone to overstep the authority of the gods and seize her followers and authority through so-called "glorious evolution".

Without exchanging a single word, the two achieved an astonishing tacit understanding, unleashing devastating power from the left and right as they charged fiercely towards Viktor!

The group, who had previously been wary of these two evil god-level Servants, now had no more hesitation and all reached a unified goal at this moment.

Faced with the onslaught of the crowd, Victor showed no worry whatsoever, but rather a sense of joy, as if he were delighted by their resistance.

He tapped his scepter once more, teleporting the kneeling believers away, and raised the scepter high, opening his arms to face the assembled heroic spirits.

At this moment, the Hextech Core within the Pioneer's body was spinning wildly, switching the Resolve major rune to the Destruction major rune.

[Witchcraft: Destruction]

At the same time, all the mechanical creations in the entire Snowfield City were awakened from their slumber, and were given a vibrant will and vitality.

The evolution believers who had been teleported to the safe zone spontaneously picked up their standard weapons adapted for arcane modification, resonated with the awakened machine spirits around them, and chanted in unison a hymn dedicated to the god of machines.

A loud and devout prayer pierced through the barrier of the swirling snow and resounded in every corner of the city: "Ring the bell once! Push the lever, start the piston and pump;

The bell tolls twice! Press the button, the engine ignites, the turbine is set ablaze, life is injected;

Ring the bell three times! Sing in unison, praising the god of all things!

"Hail, Om Messiah!!!"

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