Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 140 Grip my sword tighter and kill me.

The meat grinder battle in Snowfield City is still ongoing, and has even reached a fever pitch.

The cloudless sky offered a direct view of the battle between the two colossal beings, while the sounds of collapsing buildings echoed through the city, a testament to the Eighth Beast's one-sided ravages of the Heroic Spirits.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield outside the power plant, Shirou Emiya appeared utterly exhausted.

Although the Evolvers, empowered by the Precursors, completely overwhelmed Chaos minions such as the Vampires, Plague Walkers, and Slaanesh, the continuous expansion of the Warp has led to a closer connection between reality and the Warp, allowing more and stronger Chaos minions to descend into reality.

When the first Chaos Astartes appeared, the situation on the battlefield changed drastically.

At that moment, Shirou Emiya suddenly understood why Locke wanted to transform all the humans in the entire Snowfield City into Evolvers.

Even though the evolved beings could continuously increase their combat power through flesh reconstruction and mechanical prosthetics, their resistance against the Chaos Astartes blessed by evil gods and the endless waves of Chaos monsters surging behind them was still woefully inadequate.

The defensive line crumbled under the roar of the bomb guns and the hacking of the chainsaw axes, as if the entire power plant's defenses would be completely swallowed up by this destructive torrent in the next second.

Meanwhile, Shirou Emiya, the commander of the Imperial Guard, is fighting alone against a multitude of enemies, including Humbaba, Director Orlando and his eighteen mutated monsters, and Haruri Bolzak.

These monsters, blessed by the Chaos God himself, have far surpassed the power of ordinary Servants. Every attack they launch is imbued with the corrupting power of chaos, keeping Shirou Emiya firmly entangled on the battlefield, unable to spare even a fraction of his strength to come to his aid.

"Shirou, let's go!"

As the defensive line retreated again and again, on the verge of collapse, Shinji Matou unleashed a roar that shook the entire battlefield.

He led his most evolved bodyguards in a desperate, all-out charge against the blood-stained chainsaw axes swung by the World Devourer berserkers, all in an effort to buy just a little time.

"Mortals! Your struggles will only make the Blood God's laughter louder!"

"Blood! Blood! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering to the skull seat!"

Seeing Shinji leading his assassins in a fierce charge, the bloodlust in the eyes of the World Eaters intensified, their bloodlust fueled by the Butcher's Nails was completely ignited, and they were plunged into extreme excitement.

The roar of chainsaw axes tore through the wind. They roared the name of the Blood God and charged forward against the advancing troops. As the axe blades flew, steel and flesh were shredded into a bloody mist. Every drop of blood that splattered fueled their rage.

In mid-air, the wizard of the Thousand Sons hovered above the smoke and fire. The psionic lightning surging from his fingertips was like a wildly dancing venomous snake. Wherever the purplish-black lightning struck, swathes of evolved humans were instantly turned into charcoal. Even the mechanical prosthetics on which they depended for regeneration were completely corrupted. On the already crumbling defensive line, one bloody gash after another was torn open.

Looking at the hellish scene before him, which was utterly on the verge of collapse, Shirou Emiya, who was tightly entangled by several bloodsucking demons and unable to break free, looked down at the Gan Jiang and Mo Xie swords he was holding tightly in his hand.

Everything around seemed to freeze at that moment.

He couldn't hear the roar of the battlefield, the screams and cries, or feel the exhaustion accumulated from the repeated battles within his body. The magic circuits within him were burning hot, and his thoughts were racing faster than ever before. Countless solutions were rapidly being devised in his mind, but in the end, they all led to the same dead end.

These heavily armored Chaos minions were far beyond his capabilities. He was doing everything he could to become stronger, just to become a partner of justice and do the right thing.

But at this moment, they could only watch helplessly as the defense line retreated again and again, on the verge of complete collapse, allowing the minions of chaos to succeed.

Faced with this hopeless predicament, Shirou Emiya opened his mouth, letting out a bewildered murmur, so soft it was almost swallowed by the smoke of battle: "Locke, what should I do?"

This question was originally just a desperate plea to himself in his dire situation, a helpless cry for help directed at his only true friend. But he never expected that his best friend would actually respond to him.

The next second, in this deathly silence where his consciousness had completely shut out all noise, that familiar voice, etched into his very bones, clear and firm, pierced through all the smoke of battle and the passage of time, and landed steadily in his ear: "Take up my sword."

Before Shirou Emiya could recover from that familiar voice, before shock could even set in, the image that had haunted his dreams every night for the past five years suddenly exploded in his mind—that sword, that sword that was forever burning with raging flames, as if it could burn through the entire dark universe.

In that instant of distraction, the World Eater closest to him was grinding the evolved man's spine to pieces with its wildly spinning chainsaw sword.

Amidst the splattering of blood, he grinned maliciously as he ripped the other man's skull off with his bare hands and tossed it onto the pile of skulls at his feet. Then, his scarlet visors fixed intently on Shirou Emiya, who remained motionless.

"A mortal? A perfectly clean mortal!" The World Eater roared like a beast, the shrill sound of its chainsaw sword almost tearing eardrums. "You will be my best sacrifice to the Blood God!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he sprinted towards Shirou Emiya.

The several-ton power armor stomped the earth with a roar, sending debris flying, like a derailed steel train, carrying the momentum to crush everything, and crashed into Shirou Emiya!

Just before the chainsaw sword was about to shatter his head, Shirou Emiya's Gan Jiang and Mo Xie swords suddenly turned into dust and vanished.

The next second, a giant sword burning with pure white holy fire appeared steadily in his palm.

The flames were intense yet holy; wherever they passed, the chaotic, putrid stench instantly dissipated, and even the surrounding smoke was cleansed away.

This is a sword that terrifies the entire chaos.

At that moment, the world before the Devourer's eyes suddenly plunged into complete darkness.

The carnage on the battlefield, the shrill sound of chainsaws, and the stench of blood and fire vanished in an instant.

In the boundless darkness, only he remained, along with the mortal opposite him wielding the greatsword of holy fire.

He stood there, stunned, as if the blood in his body had frozen instantly.

The Butcher's Nail, implanted in his skull for centuries and turned him into a beast that knew only slaughter, was now being suppressed by an extreme fear that extinguished his madness! It was the instinctive tremor of the chaotic creature towards this holy sword, etched into its very bones.

The flames could burn through his power armor, incinerate his flesh and blood, and completely obliterate his soul. Even Nurgle's Garden was burned by these flames, let alone him.

The next second, the berserker who had just been roaring to sacrifice himself to the Blood God let out a terrified howl, his chainsaw sword crashed to the ground, and he turned around and ran away like a madman without looking back!

Shirou Emiya stood still, his eyes no longer filled with confusion, only with a steely resolve. He raised the greatsword burning with pure white holy fire and fiercely swung it at the fleeing Devourer of Worlds!

Meanwhile, on the throne in Terra's palace, Emperor Locke, nearly reduced to a corpse, looked at the bewildered Gudako before him.

The boy, speaking with unwavering psychic power, declared, "Kill me."

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