Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 143 The Four Gods of the Counterforce: What does it mean that Terra Palace has stood up?

Faced with this cruel truth, Fujimaru Ritsuka was speechless. Although she was very sad and even felt betrayed, she was not actually that heartbroken.

She then understood why the Emperor wanted her to see and think more; it turned out that the Emperor wanted to desensitize her.

"After seeing your future, I suddenly realized that everything I had done before was just a replication of another glorious evolution of a desolate future."

I chose a shortcut that seemed decisive but was actually a path to destruction, a simple path that was wrong from the start. This path cannot solve humanity's predicament at its root; I am merely repeating the same mistakes in countless cycles of reincarnation.

The moment the words fell, the Emperor slowly turned his head and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka in front of him; and at the same moment, the Arcane Pioneer also looked up at Emiya Shirou in front of him.

Two souls, born from the same origin but in different universes, separated by the barriers of time and world, spoke those resounding words that transcended time and space, their hearts beating in perfect unison.

"Throughout all timelines and among endless possibilities, only you have made this clear to me."

The words fell like two thunderbolts piercing the starry sky, simultaneously striking the very depths of Fujimaru Ritsuka's and Emiya Shirou's souls.

All the bewilderment born of self-doubt, the frustration of being powerless to change the outcome, and the boundless confusion of not being able to see the road ahead, vanished in an instant.

Instead, an unprecedented sense of pride, entrusted with the weight of the entire civilization, exploded from the depths of the heart, flowing through the scalding blood to every limb and bone.

Looking at the two people whose eyes had been rekindled with sparks and whose bodies were once again filled with unstoppable power, the two souls of the same origin, in different worlds, simultaneously revealed relieved and gratified smiles.

In this resonance that transcends time and space, Shirou Emiya and Ritsuka Fujimaru, separated by an endless sea of ​​stars, simultaneously raised their eyes, looked at the person before them, and asked firmly, "What should we do next?" x2

"Grip my sword tightly."

"Kill me."

The moment Fujimaru Ritsuka's consciousness fell back from the world of her mind to reality, the sensation in her palm completely changed.

What she was clutching tightly was no longer the double-headed eagle badge that had accompanied her through countless life-and-death experiences, but a sword that was entirely black.

It was an extreme, all-consuming black. Even the eternal, sacred glow of the Terra Palace was swallowed up the moment it touched the blade. It was as if all the light in the world had lost its meaning in front of this sword.

At this moment, there was no longer a trace of hesitation in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes.

She raised the black sword that devoured light, and in an instant, she transcended the constraints of time and space, ignoring all means, and appeared directly before the emperor on the golden throne.

Not a single word wasted, not a moment's hesitation.

With a flick of her wrist, she plunged the entire black sword deep into the emperor's heart.

The next second, the golden throne that had been sitting for ten thousand years suddenly emitted a roar and tremor that shook the entire galaxy.

Ancient runes shattered inch by inch, the psionic energy that bound the Star Torch collapsed with a deafening roar, and a cataclysmic tremor swept wildly from the Golden Throne as the magnificent Terra Palace was engulfed in deafening rumble, with stone chips flying everywhere. The dome and walls that had stood for millennia were now teetering on the brink of collapse.

The Imperial Guards stationed outside instantly sensed the deadly disturbance. Alarm bells rang in the hearts of these most loyal warriors of the Emperor. Just as they were about to break down the door, they were stopped by Robert Guilliman, who was slowly approaching.

The current commander of the Imperial Guard's face instantly darkened. His powered spear was drawn with a snap, its cold tip aimed directly at the heart of the Imperial Regent. His eyes widened in fury, and he roared, "Are you betraying us, Robert Guilliman?!"

Guilliman did not draw his sword, but gazed towards the inner sanctum, his azure eyes brimming with joy and admiration for his father. His voice was calm, yet every word carried immense weight: "No, I am here to fulfill my father's wishes. We must bring all of this to a complete end."

Having said that, he looked up at the sky above Terra, where the golden Imaginary Tree, which stretched across the heavens and earth and connected the entire Lostbelt, suddenly burst into a sky full of golden flames.

Flames engulfed the entire giant tree, and fine gold dust, like falling stars, drifted and filled the entire world.

Himalayan Lostbelts: Galactic Empire Expedition - Terra's Court Imprisons the Human Emperor

[Fantasy excision]

As the blue light of the spirit transfer dissipated, Fujimaru Ritsuka's figure landed steadily on the floor of the Chaldea control room.

At the control panel, the portly Director Goldrov Mujik froze on the spot, his round face almost pressed against the screen, his eyes glazed over as he stared blankly at the Himalayan Lostbelt that had completely disappeared from the screen.

I thought it would be a tough nut to crack, just like the interstellar city mountain range, but in just a few days, it was completely wiped off the blank world map.

He whirled around to look at the unharmed Fujimaru Ritsuka, his voice trembling with shock, almost bursting through the roof: "It really ended so easily this time???"

Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered her eyes, her fingertips tracing the double-headed eagle badge she had regained in her palm, and remained silent.

It wasn't until she clearly saw that the contracts of the Astartes from the Galactic Empire 40,000 years in the future, and all the Servants bound to that dark future, within the spirit core of Chaldea, were dissipating one by one, like stardust merging into the wind, completely disappearing into Chaldea, that she finally looked up.

She turned around and smiled at the fat director who was still in shock.

"This is nothing; the Emperor's business is far from over."

As the two suppressors who witnessed the entire Lostbelt conquest battle that started strong but ended weakly, Gaia and Alaya were filled with lingering astonishment and doubt.

They were already prepared to personally intervene, after all, the Emperor was such a bizarre being who could tear apart space and time at will, tamper with human reason, ignore even the barrier of imaginary numbers, and even make them, as the suppressor, forget about it.

It has long exceeded all their understanding of "existence within the world".

But who could have imagined that this decisive battle, which should have overturned the entire history of humankind, would end so easily, so quickly that it caught them off guard.

They were all prepared to have a good fight. It was like sending an envoy to clarify the stance of two armies in a war, thinking that in a war, the envoy should not be killed. The worst outcome would be that the envoy would be killed. In the end, the envoy killed the other side.

Only now did the two restraining forces realize that Chaldea was really that useful.

Even though the Lostbelt alarms have been completely eliminated, their vigilance towards the Emperor has not diminished in the slightest.

Ultimately, the two suppressive forces followed the trajectory of the Lostbelt's dissipation and entered the Sea of ​​Possibilities of the Imaginary World. They had to confirm with their own eyes that this threat was completely dead, because, for them, only an emperor who was utterly annihilated was a good emperor.

Without the support of the Imaginary Tree, the Himalayan Lostbelt was indeed completely eliminated by the pruning mechanism of pan-human history, just as they had predicted.

But the next second, the consciousness of the two restraining forces suddenly tightened, because unlike all other Lostbelts that had been cut off, this world line, which should have been completely abolished, did not become a failed branch that could not be observed, interfered with, or materialized after returning to the Sea of ​​Possibilities in the Imaginary Space. Instead, it condensed into a stable, independent world entity that was still expanding.

This discovery, which completely violates the fundamental rules of the world, has made the two major forces of restraint unable to sit still any longer.

They instantly crossed the barrier between the imaginary and the real, and descended upon Terra, a world that had separated from pan-human history and become an independent alien world.

The moment their gaze swept across the planet's core, a sight so astonishing it left them speechless appeared before their avatar.

The entire planet Terra was trembling violently with a low-frequency roar that reverberated throughout the galaxy. It was not an earthquake caused by a simple collapse of the earth's crust, nor a massive explosion caused by the Emperor's uncontrolled psionic energy. Rather, it was some colossal and immeasurable entity breaking free from the planetary shackles that had bound it for billions of years.

The Terran Palace, which covered the entire continent and had been silent on Holy Terra for millennia, along with the indestructible Eternal Wall surrounding it, and even the entire core continent that bore the foundation of the human empire, was slowly rising, stretching, and reshaping from the surface of the planet with a roar that shook the stars.

The obsidian-cast eternal wall slowly unfolded amidst a roar, transforming into a heavy imperial armor covering the shoulders and back.

Millions of obsidian spires piercing the clouds interlock and assemble along a predetermined path, forming a steel spine that stretches across the heavens and the earth.

Countless palace complexes, underground fortresses, and hives overlapped with psionic nexus structures, forming a solid torso and towering limbs.

And the golden throne, located at the very core and bearing the emperor's millennia-long spiritual energy and the oath for the survival of humanity, sits firmly in the very center of this colossal creation, like an indestructible heart that has been beating for millennia.

In other words, the Terran palace, which has witnessed the glory and suffering of the human empire for millennia and the countless cycles of rise and fall of the galaxy, has risen up under the watchful eyes of the two restraining forces, accompanied by a roar powerful enough to shatter the warp barrier.

(Just to clarify, this Warhammer game is not the same as the real Warhammer game. It's just a remake, a fan-made creation. Out-of-character moments are normal, so just treat it as entertainment.)

The two restraining forces are not the only ones who have been paying attention to Terra; there is also the Chaos God from the warp region in the imaginary time.

Although they had already made arrangements in another world and even sent Magnus to thwart the old man's conspiracy, they still dared not take their eyes off Terra. Even though it was extremely difficult to observe her after she was transformed into a Lostbelt, they still kept a close watch on the Golden Throne at all times.

There was no way around it; they knew exactly why they had come into being. If Old Man Huang hadn't been careless back then, they wouldn't have amounted to anything. Moreover, after their birth, they were full of confidence and even joined forces to fight Old Man Huang in the subspace.

According to the Chaos Demons, that battle back then was a fight between four gods and the Evil Emperor that reached the edge of the subspace, a battle so fierce that the Great Dao was almost obliterated, and it was a draw.

In reality, the four gods were pinned down in the subspace and hammered by the Emperor, who had briefly ascended to godhood. They were hammered until their flesh was smooth and supple, leaving them with no temper left. They only dared to hide in their own territory and mutter under their breath, no longer daring to speak loudly.

Of course, they also have natural advantages. The warp covers the entire galaxy in reality, making them, these aggregates of emotional concepts, the source of all intelligent life. As long as the Emperor does not want to completely erase the concepts they represent from reality, they are safe.

This is why the Emperor didn't take action against them, because the best opportunity had already passed. But that doesn't mean the Emperor can't die every now and then, briefly ascend to godhood, beat them up, and then return to the real world to resurrect.

However, no matter what, the Emperor was already hesitant to act rashly, which allowed them to find an opportunity during the long period of bullying by Old Man Huang to orchestrate a grand birthday celebration for Horus, which greatly weakened the Emperor's power.

Of course, unsurprisingly, they were beaten up by the Emperor again, even worse than last time, and were resurrected along with the Emperor. Fortunately, the Emperor was seriously injured this time, and the five evil gods have not made any major moves for ten thousand years, with their pawns playing the game.

But just as they were about to catch their breath after the resurrection bar was almost full ten thousand years later, they discovered that the shameless old man Huang had secretly pulled off a trick of substituting one person for another, transforming himself into three gods in preparation for something big. This made them completely unable to sit still, and they all stepped in to fight against him.

Having finally succeeded in Snowfield City, they thought their mission was accomplished. The four siblings had once again joined forces to thwart the Emperor's plot. Overjoyed, they prepared to obediently return and wait for the Emperor to recover and beat them up.

To my surprise, when I turned around, Terra, along with the entire solar system, had vanished from the universe. I turned around again, and lo and behold!

They've arrived in Asia Space!!! Trying to raid my base?

But soon they realized they had overthought things, because this subspace was an imaginary region that had not yet been completely transformed into a subspace. However, it was better to raid their base than to do so, because their reach was simply not that far. They were basically native subspace inhabitants and could not adapt to the imaginary world at all, let alone cause trouble for that heartless old man Huang in the imaginary world.

In other words, apart from watching the emperor finish reading the resurrection bar, they were basically powerless to do anything, even more powerless than an incompetent husband, and were quite incompetent.

Only now did the four gods realize that they had been tricked from the beginning. That shameless old man Huang had gone through all this trouble just to cover their tracks and pull a fast one on them.

They've all been tricked!

However, while the other three Chaos Gods were frantically trying to contain the earth-shattering movements of Holy Terra, unleashing wave after wave of indiscriminate destruction in the Warp Ocean of Chaos, a being that was completely beyond the predictions of all the Fates had silently descended upon him from the depths of the Crystal Labyrinth where Tzeentch was stationed.

Surrounded by the constant laws of the planet's origin, Gaia stood quietly in the interplay of light and shadow in the crystal mirror, in the cool form of a crimson moon maiden. The surging chaotic energy and distorted cause and effect around her all fell silent before her, and even the eternal flow and rewriting of the Realm of Change stopped beside her.

With her cold, exquisite face devoid of warmth, she faced the ever-changing master of destiny and intrigue before her and spoke clearly and firmly: "Let's make a deal."