Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 134 Devastating Victory

The dark blue arcane storm, like a cataclysmic tsunami, carrying the purest and most unquestionable will to destroy, crashed down on the battlefield in the center of the snowfield.

It follows no rules, makes no distinction between strong and weak, and inflicts absolute and equal annihilation on all living beings and creations within its sight.

In the instant the storm passed, Jack the Ripper's demonic avatar offered no resistance whatsoever and was completely melted in the raging arcane torrent. If he had only been an avatar, he probably would have been eliminated on the spot.

Richard the Lionheart narrowly escaped death, only managing to save his life thanks to his magician partner in the shadows who exhausted every last bit of magic power and all his magical reserves.

Aside from the two who nearly perished, the remaining Servants present were able to barely manage to cope with Viktor's earth-shattering storm attack by relying on their own powers and Noble Phantasms, appearing quite at ease. Only Heracles, who directly took the destructive power head-on, had his demigod body blown to pieces and mangled beyond recognition by the unprepared attack.

Even though his broken bones and flesh were rapidly healing at a visible speed, he could only collapse weakly and kneel heavily before Viktor.

On one side was the Arcane Pioneer, his back ramrod straight as a javelin, not even the hem of his clothes swaying. On the other side was the demigod Avenger, covered in blood and in a sorry state. The stark contrast made him seem like an incompetent challenger who had given his all but ultimately fell at the last step before victory.

Those monarchs at the pinnacle of the magic world, far away in London, were all so astonished that they couldn't utter a single word.

They are the rulers of the magic world. Although they may not possess the overwhelming power of a magician, they are far superior to ordinary magicians. As the leaders of their respective factions, they all have the resources to deal with Servants and are known for their arrogance and disdain for everyone.

But now, they watched helplessly as Hercules, a top-tier heroic spirit whose spirit origin was comparable to that of a mythical being and whose name had been sung for thousands of years, knelt down without any resistance before that lowly magician whom they had always trampled underfoot and despised as a "peasant."

It wasn't until this mind-blowing scene crashed down before their eyes that these aristocratic monarchs, who had adhered to ancient rules for millennia, finally felt a chill run down their spines and realized with absolute clarity.

Times have truly changed.

"Stop your futile resistance. Your actions are not only inefficient but also completely unnecessary."

A voice, cold as an oracle and trembling with a hint of electricity, pierced the deathly silence of the battlefield once more, instantly putting everyone on high alert.

But the owner of the voice didn't care at all. He simply raised his hand and picked up the broken bear doll that the little girl had thrown away. He walked slowly past Hercules, who was kneeling on the ground, without giving the demigod even a second glance. It was as if he was just an insignificant pebble on the roadside.

"Everything has its own laws. If you want to gain something, you must give up something else. I just want to lead you to let go of pain. Why do you still refuse to understand?"

"This is something even God couldn't do. Do you really think you've surpassed God?"

Before the forerunner's words had even finished, Noah's question, laced with anger, followed closely behind.

The Grand Rider gripped the holy sword passed down from his grandfather, his figure transforming into a streak of light, appearing behind Viktor with near-instantaneous speed. The sword, imbued with holy power, sliced ​​through the air and slashed fiercely down towards Viktor's neck. This was a Grand Servant's all-out attack, a deadly sneak attack without warning.

Faced with this sudden attack that was enough to kill most of his enemies, Victor simply held his scepter horizontally and effortlessly blocked Noah's full-force strike. The moment the sword and scepter collided, the magical aftershocks exploded, but they didn't even stir the hem of his clothes.

"God? He has never been my goal."

Viktor's voice remained calm and undisturbed, without the slightest ripple.

"The only person I've ever surpassed is myself."

Before he could finish speaking, Viktor casually waved his hand, and an invisible arcane wave exploded, directly blasting the Grand Servant Noah Wolf away! Before Noah could regain his footing, the scepter in his hand was already pointing at his opponent, and the arcane energy gathered at the tip of the scepter suddenly lit up, as if the starlight of the entire night sky was being sucked into it.

The vast arcane magic, as boundless as the starry sea, condensed wildly and instantly transformed into a destructive torrent spanning a thousand meters, crashing fiercely towards Noah!

Noah roared and raised his holy sword to block with all his might, but he was completely crushed the moment he came into contact with the torrent. He was like a kite with a broken string and was blown thousands of meters away by this attack!

The ground and air swept by the torrent were scorched by the extreme energy, leaving continuous crimson trails. After only a moment of preheating, these trails suddenly expanded, transforming into a crimson energy wall that blotted out the sky!

A terrifying shockwave and incinerating heat swept across the entire area, tearing surrounding buildings to shreds in an instant.

It melted into ashes, and the entire block was flattened.

After doing all this, Viktor remained standing still, not even the hem of his clothes swaying in the slightest from the earth-shattering attack he had just delivered.

His icy gaze pierced through the billowing smoke and crimson energy barrier, precisely locking onto Noah, whose fate was unknown in the distance. His indifferent voice, like a divine pronouncement, struck the ears of everyone present: "Do not misunderstand the mission your Lord has given you. To swing your sword at me has never been His purpose."

With the power of the warp, the connection of the Vortex of Origin, the arcane essence of the Hextech Core, and the overall amplification of the Grail Ritual in the entire Snowfield City, Viktor's seemingly casual strike was now comparable in power to the full release of Artoria's anti-city holy sword.

This terrifying destructive power, enough to raze half a city to the ground and suffocate anyone, coupled with his view of Grand Servant as mere ants...

The god's completely detached demeanor caused every legendary hero present, seasoned by countless battles, to frown and feel an undisguised sense of dread.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ishtar, who had been completely ignored, was furious. She drew her celestial bow and unleashed the goddess's divine power without reservation!

The moment the bowstring snapped, a hurricane swept up a massive flood, and a thunderstorm carried magic bullets that ripped through the sky. The three calamities intertwined to form a devastating combined attack, blasting towards Victor's location!

"Huh? You look like a wreck! Can't you even see the most beautiful goddess in the world? You've gone blind to appreciate beauty! Living like this, you might as well just die!"

The goddess's delicate shouts mingled with the roar of natural disasters, and the indiscriminate attacks ravaged every inch of land around Viktor. Even the air was torn apart by thunderstorms, soaked by floods, and crushed into dust by hurricanes.

At the same time, Enkidu also made his move, unleashing the "Wisdom of the People," a weapon that rivaled the Gate of Babylon. Countless Noble Phantasms transformed into a golden rain, relentlessly finishing off the areas covered by the natural disaster, giving Viktor no chance to catch his breath.

Gilgamesh, however, never once glanced at Ishtar. He hovered in mid-air, the gates of the Gate of Babylon behind him bursting open one after another, unleashing countless sharp anti-city Noble Phantasms that slashed wildly at the Tree of Life that enveloped the Greater Grail.

Even though the battle had reached a fever pitch, he absolutely refused to attack Viktor. The fact that he could refrain from directly blasting that noisy, ugly woman to ashes was already his bottom line as the oldest king. To expect him to join forces with Ishtar? That was simply a huge joke.

The relentless natural disasters and bombardments of magical artifacts are frantically devouring the entire city.

The earth trembled violently and cracked inch by inch under the continuous impact. The solid blocks of land crumbled and collapsed layer by layer, eventually evolving into a devastating earthquake that was completely and utterly created by the power of heroic spirits!

Just then, Victor's unquestionable voice came from the magic storm.

"Beauty? Humanity has never lacked eyes to see beauty, but your superficial beauty, built on divine authority and self-righteousness, is outdated in the torrent of human progress."

"Look closely—this is true beauty."

Amidst the raging natural storm, Viktor remained motionless. He calmly waved his scepter, and a dark blue arcane wave exploded, instantly dispelling the oncoming hurricane, flood, and thunderstorm; the Hextech Core within his chest erupted with dazzling light, and the magic of the entire Snowfield City boiled at that moment.

Everyone was forced to look up by the sudden shadow that descended from above.

The vast arcane magic, following the will of the pioneers, condensed into an unimaginably enormous form in the sky. An arcane comet, larger than the entire Snowfield City, hung directly above the city, its body radiating a light that intertwined destruction and rebirth. Its very existence crushed the barrier outside Snowfield City to dust.

It blotted out the sky, dragging the entire city into shadow. The overwhelming pressure that could crush everything caused everyone present to feel a deep-seated despair.

Shirou Emiya, Rin Tohsaka, and Sakura Matou, escorted by their Servants to the edge of Snowfield City, stood frozen in place, gazing up at the arcane comet that blotted out the sky. Their survival instincts, ingrained deep within their genes, were instantly awakened; the fear of the colossal object spread uncontrollably down their spines, reaching their very brains.

Seeing Rin Tohsaka's pale face and tense body, Emiya, the future commander of the Imperial Guard, remained calm.

This kind of scene was far too ordinary for him, far less terrifying than when the Emperor, across a galaxy, directly suppressed the entire planet's Word Bearers with psionic energy, forcing them all to kneel in submission. (ps: This is fan fiction.)

Then, in a calm and confident tone, he reassured them, "Don't worry, it won't really crash down. It'll just cause some minor trouble for those clueless guys."

Rin Tohsaka's throat tightened, and she swallowed hard. Her hand, clutching the magic gem, trembled uncontrollably. Just as she was about to ask Viktor about his true purpose, she was interrupted by a series of resounding footsteps that sent chills down her spine.

Following the sound, a group of evolved beings with empty, lifeless eyes walked in formation from the shadows of the broken walls. Their steps were perfectly replicated, like mechanical puppets programmed with a fixed sequence. They held various gleaming metal objects in their hands, and their bodies were surrounded by a pale purple arcane aura that shared the same origin as Viktor.

The moment the three figures were spotted, the team didn't hesitate for a second, immediately turning around and closing in on them.

Shirou Emiya, the native warrior, tensed up instantly. Almost instinctively, he dove to stand in front of Rin Tohsaka and Sakura Matou, his magical energy surging wildly around him, instantly projecting the images of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, ready to fight at any moment.

However, his follower Makado remained calm and composed. He simply cleared his throat and stepped forward, emitting a series of strange, completely distorted pulses that sounded like mechanical malfunctions as he faced the oncoming evolved human.

The voice lacked any of the fluctuations or warmth of human speech, consisting only of a regular alternation of high and low frequencies, sounding as if it originated from 0...

A numerical code woven with 1.

But then, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The moment the words fell, the evolved beings who had been approaching step by step stopped in their tracks. As if they had received the highest command, they turned around and lined up without the slightest hesitation, walking into the depths of the block without looking back, and disappeared into the shadow of the broken wall in the blink of an eye.

Shirou Emiya, his face filled with astonishment and confusion, slowly lowered his guard and turned to look at Makado.

Makado simply pointed in the direction where the evolved humans had disappeared, and spoke calmly, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty: "Want to know the answer? Then follow them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Makado and the Imperial Guard Commander, Wei Gong, stopped lingering and quickly followed the figure in front of them.

On the other side, Shirou Emiya, Rin Tohsaka, and Sakura Matou quietly huddled together, their heads close together, whispering in hushed tones.

Rin Tohsaka frowned first, her tone full of keen vigilance and a hint of barely perceptible annoyance: "Something's not right. I have a feeling that from the moment we stepped into here, we've been led by the nose, just like last time—that Locke guy, is he planning to use the same trick again?"

Sakura Matou, with her gentle nature, gently tugged at Rin Tohsaka's wrist, her tone soft yet firm: "Sister, don't say that. Senpai must have had his reasons for doing this; he wouldn't harm us."

"You're still defending him! He's—he's—"

Rin Tohsaka instantly bristled, her tone both urgent and embarrassed, but the words caught in her throat, afraid of hurting her sister's feelings.

Looking at the two of them, Shirou Emiya spoke softly, his tone steady and firm: "I believe in Locke. Look, this me from the future," and Makado, they were clearly sent by him to guide us.

I think he wasn't deliberately hiding it; there must be some unspeakable reason why he couldn't tell us directly.

Having said that, Shirou Emiya turned and glanced at Macardo and the Imperial Guard Commander, who had already walked far away and were now just blurry figures. Without hesitation, he reached out and gently grasped Rin Tohsaka's hand. He looked up at her, his gaze clear and firm, meeting her eyes directly.

Rin Tohsaka wasn't really angry, but when she was stared at by his straightforward and serious look, she instantly lost the confidence to refute him. Her cheeks flushed red, and she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She could only let him lead her and follow him unconsciously.

Meanwhile, atop a building not far away, Haruri Bolzak, one of the Masters of this Holy Grail War, stood quietly with her Servant, the Mesopotamian mythical beast Humbaba.

Completely corrupted by Slaanesh, her body and face had become indescribable. She stared intently at the group, a bewitching and alluring smile curving her lips, her tongue lazily tracing her lips.

A bright blue bird was silently circling back and forth in the air behind her.