Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 135 The fleet has completed its assembly. The expedition is on! The expedition!

The group traversed the long, ravaged streets. The deeper they ventured into the city, the denser the number of evolved beings became. Everywhere they looked, groups of evolved beings dragged various metal components back and forth. Vehicles loaded with steel were parked along the roadside, clearly indicating that they were frantically scavenging and collecting every metal product they could find throughout the city.

When they arrived at their destination—an abandoned coal-fired power plant in Snowfield City—the sight before them made everyone gasp in shock: nearly half of the city's citizens had been transformed into evolved beings, densely packed inside and outside the plant area.

The core buildings of the entire power plant have been completely demolished and rebuilt. In the very center of the empty plant area, a colossal, unfinished structure lies in a terrifyingly large and imposing shape.

Only at this moment did everyone realize what the true purpose was for those evolved beings to collect all the metal in the city at any cost.

Even after seeing the unfinished behemoth with their own eyes, the doubts in everyone's hearts remained unresolved. What was the purpose of the other party's insistence on building this giant structure, even at the cost of plundering all the metal in the city and converting half of the citizens?

Just as everyone was filled with confusion, a figure came to a steady stop in front of them, going against the flow of the bustling crowd of evolved beings.

He was an individual whose body was covered in shocking signs of modification, far exceeding the level of modification seen in ordinary evolved beings. When everyone saw his familiar face, they all gasped in surprise.

"Shinji?!?"

Shinji Matou's gaze first fell on Shirou Emiya and Sakura Matou. His brows and eyes, which were usually eccentric, were now softened, and he spoke softly, "It's been a long time, Shirou, Sakura."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to glance at Tohsaka beside him, the gentleness on his face vanishing instantly, leaving only undisguised disdain. He slowly added, "Of course, and you too, you long-legged idiot."

"What did you say?! Stinky seaweed!!!" Rin Tohsaka instantly bristled and was about to step forward to argue.

"Rin, calm down." Shirou Emiya quickly reached out and pulled her back, offering a few words of comfort with a helpless expression. Once she had calmed down a bit, he turned to his long-lost friend and asked in a deep voice the question everyone was concerned about, "Shinji, what exactly happened? Did you regain your memories before us?"

Upon hearing this, Shinji Matou nodded, readily confirming his conjecture. He then turned to the side, pointed to the unfinished behemoth in the power plant behind him, and explained, his tone becoming more serious, "I can only tell you so much. All I can say is that a tough battle is imminent—the minions of Chaos are about to arrive. Our only task now is to do everything in our power to buy time until this Hextech prototype is fully completed."

Rin Tohsaka immediately frowned, a surge of doubt welling up within her. She was about to question, "Why should we listen to you?", but before she could speak, Shirou Emiya spoke first, his tone unwavering: "Understood. What exactly do you want us to do?"

Rin Tohsaka froze on the spot, looking at him with a completely astonished expression: "Huh?"

Sakura Matou immediately stepped forward, her eyes serious, and asked, "Brother, is there anything I can do to help?"

Seeing how readily the two agreed, Rin Tohsaka's eyes widened, and she blurted out two surprised exclamations: "Eh?! Huh???"

Upon witnessing this almost heartwarming scene, Shirou Emiya, the future commander of the Imperial Guard, had just begun to smile faintly.

But the next moment, a chilling sense of crisis swept over him like a cold front, and his battlefield intuition, honed through countless life-and-death battles, suddenly sounded the highest alarm.

Without the slightest hesitation, he completed the projection of the Holy Lance in the blink of an eye, then spun around and hurled it fiercely into the void behind him.

As a manifestation of the chaotic calamity, the monster Humbaba, summoned in modern times, has long since shed its original form as a monster that fought against Gilgamesh and Enkidu in Mesopotamian mythology. Instead, it has transformed into a terrifying monster that exudes an ominous aura and represents mechanical calamity.

The array of levitation devices behind it had completed charging and was now carrying devastatingly hot energy. It struck the core area of ​​the thermal power plant from across the city, which stretched for thousands of meters.

The battle-hardened Imperial Guard Commander, Emiya, had already locked onto the attack trajectory the moment the killing intent arose, and struck first, using his Holy Lance to precisely intercept the attack.

The radiance of the Holy Lance and the destructive laser collided violently in mid-air, and a deafening explosion instantly swept outwards.

But this deafening roar, powerful enough to shatter building windows and overturn vehicles on the street, was instantly replaced by a sound coming from the direction of the city center.

The even more powerful and terrifying aftershocks of chaos completely tore it apart, leaving not even a trace of echo between heaven and earth.

Faced with Humbaba, whose body was contaminated with biomass and was developing into a demon engine, the Imperial Guard Commander Emiya turned to look at everyone. After seeing his younger self nodding at him, he no longer hesitated.

Then, he leaped dozens of meters and headed towards Finbaba.

After the Imperial Guard left, Makado walked towards the prototype in the factory and said to Shinji, "I'll help with the improvements. You can handle the defense. I'm an old man and just a clerk; I don't have their strength."

Just as the two figures disappeared from sight, Harulli Bolzak, completely corrupted by Slaanesh, suddenly appeared before everyone, tearing through space with her psychic powers, accompanied by a sweet yet putrid warp aura.

She gazed towards the direction of the coal-fired power plant, letting out two cold, mocking laughs. Then, her eyes flashed, revealing a seductive and alluring expression. Her scarlet tongue lightly brushed her lips as she proclaimed in a sweet yet manic tone: "We will offer the grandest, bloodiest praise to the Lord of Pleasure, dancing wildly on a dance floor paved with corpses and blood, shouting His supreme holy name!"

Before she finished speaking, on the edge of this city where the Emperor's psionic radiation was weakest, Haruli Bolzak had already borrowed the power of the four Chaos Gods.

Her fingertips swept across the void, tearing apart the veil between the warp and reality. Thick, murky warp energy surged forth instantly, and countless twisted, ferocious chaotic claws roared and wriggled as they poured out of the crack, instantly casting a chaotic shadow over the real world.

At this moment, all the allure on Haluri Bolzak's face had faded, leaving only a fanatical and insane madness that had consumed her reason.

She spread her arms wide, roared towards the churning warp rift, and her hoarse scream echoed throughout the street: "Great Slaanesh, Lord of Pleasure! Witness the sacrifice I offer for you!!!"

Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of the city, Francesca, who had witnessed the entire opening of the warp rift, felt a surge of fervent, pure joy in her eyes. She abruptly turned around, her excitement barely contained, staring intently at the seemingly empty void behind her, which was actually churning with the strange energy of the warp. She giggled and said, "My beloved Lord of Change, if our fire truly angers the Dark Lord, won't we be retaliated against?"

Before she finished speaking, layers of colorful ripples appeared in the void she was gazing at.

A blue monster with a sharp bird's head, a human body covered in shimmering scales and feathers, and a dazzling seven-colored tail feather stretching out behind it, silently materialized.

It extended its claws, covered in fine scales, and gently stroked the top of Francesca's hair, with a touch that seemed to transcend countless times...

The intermittent whispers, imbued with omniscient wisdom, recounted the predetermined course, word by word: "No need to worry—the undead—have already arrived—it—is destined—to be defeated."

Francesca's smile grew even wider, her eyes brimming with fervent fascination and complete understanding of the Lord of Change.

She looked at the deity she served, and with a tacit understanding, smiled as she completed the incomplete proverb for Him, each word laced with a confident mystery: "Everything is going according to plan!"

On the top floor of the hive outside the Terra Palace, in the mansion bestowed upon Sebastian by the Emperor, candlelight flickered quietly.

After this loyal and untainted old man revealed the whole truth about the millennia of trials and tribulations he had witnessed and the human empire hidden beneath its glory, Fujimaru Ritsuka finally understood why the world had become such a hellish place.

This is not the fault of any one person; it is a compromise made out of utter helplessness, a retreat when there is no other way out, and the cruelest dilemma that a race has to face in order to survive.

The corruption of chaos, the slaughter of rebels, the encirclement of aliens, the war of the greenskins, the devouring of the Tyranids, the awakening of the undead, and countless other disasters that could crush any civilization—one after another, they struck her heart. Just listening to them filled her with boundless despair from the very marrow of her bones.

Only now did she truly understand why Locke had risked everything to change that dark future. She had completely misunderstood this emperor. He never wanted things to come to this, but faced with the life-or-death struggle for humanity's survival, he had no choice but to shoulder this burden that would last for millennia.

But before this belated understanding could settle in her heart, a series of unsolvable mysteries surged up like a tide, stirring up Fujimaru Ritsuka's just-calmed emotions into a complete mess.

She couldn't understand it. If Locke's desperate efforts to change the dark future were wrong, then why did the world he had corrected end up being designated as a Lostbelt? What secrets did that Imaginary Tree, rooted in the galaxy, hold? Did the Emperor really reach some kind of cooperation with that alien god who descended upon Earth?

But isn't the Emperor the one who hates aliens the most? Why would he cooperate with an alien god?

Unable to contain her many questions, she quickly turned to Sebastian, hoping to get answers from this all-knowing old man.

But the other party did not respond to her series of questions. Instead, with a knowing and gentle smile, he slowly stood up and said that he had already taken up too much of their time and that someone else was already waiting to see them.

Sebastian gently closed the carved gate of the mansion, leaving Fujimaru Ritsuka's overflowing doubts and confusion in the flickering candlelight inside.

The wind from the top floor of the hive city carried Terra's unique chill, a mixture of incense and engine oil, and at the end of the corridor outside the door, a towering figure stood waiting silently.

That was Robert Guilliman, the Regent of the Empire of Man, Lord of Alteramar, and Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion.

"Good day, Lord Sebastian." The Primarch's voice was deep and resonant, like the war drums that resounded throughout the galaxy during the Great Crusade, naturally imposing yet also possessing a rare gentleness.

"Good day, Your Excellency Regent of the Empire." Sebastian bowed slightly, performing the most standard imperial etiquette.

"Lord Robert, please allow me to address you as such." Sebastian's voice carried an undisguised awe of the legend.

"No need for such formalities, Lord Sebastian." Guilliman gestured for him to speak, his sharp gaze softening. "Please ask any questions you may have. Terra is now completely free from the Warp's surveillance; there are no more secrets between us."

Sebastian took a deep breath and voiced the question that had lingered in his heart for so long: "In that case, I would like to ask Lord Robert, what is the real reason that the great Emperor summoned us, who have long since returned to dust, from his throne back to the world of the living? Could it be that—"

Guilliman did not directly answer his question, but simply stepped past him, his meticulously crafted power armor gleaming coldly in the corridor light.

He stopped, turned his head, and spoke softly, yet with a weight that could shake the entire galaxy, each word landing in Sebastian's ears: "The minions of Chaos have already reached their destination before us, but our target this time is neither those evil gods hiding in the warp, nor those brothers who betrayed the Emperor and humanity, but those aliens who attempt to devour human civilization, and those planetary wills that are clinging to life, trying to drag us down with them."

Having said that, Guilliman slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the dome of the hive city and the atmosphere of Terra, looking straight at the starry sky beyond.

If Fujimaru Ritsuka were to push open the door and step out of the room at this moment, looking up at the sky over Terra, she would see an epic spectacle that she would never forget and that would shake the entire solar system:

That massive fleet, capable of burning stars and destroying the entire solar system in the blink of an eye, had completed its final assembly above the Terra Palace.

The massive steel ship, centered around "Magnagra's Radiance," covered the entire near-Earth orbit, its towering hull completely obscuring the night sky of Terra. The once brilliant starry sky was utterly covered by the endless torrent of steel.

The muzzle of the cannon glowed with a scarlet light that seemed to be storing energy, the array of light spears lit up with a silver-blue sharpness that could tear space apart, and tens of thousands of warship engines hummed at the same time. The deep resonance fell on the ground through the atmosphere, as if the whole planet was trembling for the upcoming expedition.

The entire fleet hovered silently beneath the sea of ​​stars, carrying the indomitable fighting spirit of human civilization for millennia. It awaited only a single command to shatter the galaxy, embark on an expedition into the endless sea of ​​stars, and annihilate humanity's enemies.

As one of the few who knew about his father's plans, Guilliman's eyes gleamed as he quietly said, "All the suffering is about to end."