Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 145 I said, no!

After the final evolution was completed, the whole world was plunged into panic, but the Heroic Spirits summoned in the nearest counterfeit Holy Grail War were completely unaware of it.

Of course, you can't blame them for that, since they're currently being relentlessly beaten down by the Eighth Beast and have no time to pay attention to anything else.

Whether they are gods or demigods, whether it is Enkidu or Gilgamesh, they have exhausted all means and have no other options.

Before the intervention of a being at the level of a supreme god, the Eighth Beast's adaptive power was an unsolvable problem for them.

Just as Gilgamesh was about to be finished off by the three-headed, six-armed Demon Lord with a single punch, Demon Lord did not throw the punch. Instead, he stopped and looked at the Tree of Life.

Only then did everyone realize with horror that the Tree of Life, which had been tightly encasing the Holy Grail, had quietly unfurled all its branches.

Amidst the scattered fireflies, a figure slowly stepped out—a "god" who had completely lost his human form and was no different from an alien.

Gilgamesh stared at the other man in disbelief, a surge of furious rage at being utterly betrayed instantly shattering all his composure.

What difference is there between that former cosmic emperor and the alien he once vehemently hated and clamored for?

However, at this moment, the God of Myriad Machines completely ignored his fury.

He didn't even spare a glance for the bloodshot Gilgamesh, but slowly raised his head, looked at the vast sky where the wind and snow were churning, and calmly uttered four words: "They've come."

they?

The same question instantly popped into everyone's mind, and they subconsciously looked up in the direction he was looking.

The faint, hazy shadow against the azure sky, like an illusion seen through frosted glass, blurred and diffused.

But when everyone focused their attention, they were horrified to realize that it was not a visual illusion at all. Since when, the entire sky above near-Earth orbit had been completely covered by countless silent and enormous creations.

They did not rush in from deep space, but rather slowly emerged from some invisible, static veil, first as a blurred outline that almost blended into the sky, and then gradually solidified into the cold, hard lines of living metal and the hull patterns forged from black stone.

They stretched from the eastern horizon to the western pole, completely blocking out the sunlight and shrouding the entire earth in a silent, impenetrable shadow.

That was the fleet of the undead.

Only then did Venus, the goddess Ishtar, snap out of her daze. Her trump card, the bull of heaven who governs harvest and destruction, Gugalana, had somehow completely severed his spiritual connection with her.

She was so focused on the confrontation and struggle that she was almost completely unaware of what was happening.

At the very moment her mind was shaken, the world was suddenly filled with countless blazing red streaks of light that tore through the sky.

All the highest-level security measures of nuclear missile silos in various countries were unlocked. Faced with annihilation, all of humanity used every last trump card, unleashing the world's stockpiled nuclear weapons at any cost towards the Necromancer fleet in near-Earth orbit. The infernal net woven from millions of trails of flame almost burned through the entire blue sky.

Meanwhile, in the sky above the Southern Hemisphere, a colossal crystal spider, its entire body constructed of living crystal, was waving its crystal limbs engraved with alien laws, fiercely confronting the vanguard of the undead fleet.

In just a fleeting moment, this ultimate life form of the planet, capable of easily annihilating surface civilizations, completely collapsed before the space necromancer's black stone causality weapon that disregarded the rules. Its massive crystal shell didn't even have time to utter a mournful cry before it was completely annihilated in the sky.

Now both the Heroic Spirits and the gods were dumbfounded. Why did the Holy Grail War suddenly turn into a war to defend Earth?

Noah suddenly remembered that the Antichrist had said before that his enemy was not himself.

This sudden realization made Noah lose confidence, and he hesitated, anxiously seeking guidance from the gods in his heart.

This time, the god replied especially quickly. Noah's face froze instantly, all color draining away, leaving his face as white as paper.

At this moment, he felt utterly desolate, and only one sentence remained for him to say to Viktor.

Riddler, I hate you!

Why didn't you say so sooner?!

"There's no time."

Seeing that the undead arrived much faster than expected, Locke's eyes flashed with a cold light. He raised his scepter and, without giving anyone a chance to react, slammed the tip of the scepter to the ground.

In an instant, the abnormal mutation core deep within the Holy Grail suddenly erupted, and countless thin, shimmering white light bands surged out like thunderbolts, piercing precisely into the foreheads of all the heroic spirits and gods present with lightning speed.

Before they could react, the band of light had already locked their spiritual foundations and origins, keeping everyone trapped in place.

At the same time, at a thermal power plant on the outskirts of Xueyuan City.

In the empty, rusted factory, the steel beams emitted a dull hum.

Emiya Shirou, now completely integrated with his future self, unleashed the Emperor Sword, piercing through Magnus's chest without any resistance.

But the moment the sword pierced his body, Magnus suddenly sensed a terrifying storm surging from the depths of the subspace, almost tearing apart the barrier of reality.

He seized the fleeting opportunity in an instant, unleashing a torrent of spiritual energy that forcefully shook off the sword's edge. With the help of this subspace tide that swept across the heavens and earth, he completely broke free from Shirou Emiya's attack restraints.

Just before his body transformed into a stream of psionic light and vanished into the warp rift, Magnus looked up at the deathly hovering undead fleet that blotted out the entire sky, and slowly spoke to Shirou Emiya, his voice crystal clear: "You have already lost. I really don't know when we'll meet again, but it certainly won't be here."

His figure grew increasingly blurry in the crack, and his last whisper landed steadily in Shirou Emiya's ear: "See you in the future, Uncle."

The undead fleet that hovered silently in the sky above outer space came with the resolute will to completely destroy the entire Earth from the moment it emerged from the Netherworld.

In an instant, they used the static barrier built from the black stone core to complete the complete blockade of the entire Earth.

All routes to deep space were completely blocked, and all external signals were cut off. Radio waves, magic, psionic energy, and all other mediums that could transmit information outwards were rendered ineffective by the Necromancer's Black Stone.

The entire planet instantly became a prison from which there was no escape, and even the slightest possibility of seeking help from the outside world was completely extinguished.

After sealing off all escape routes, the silent fleet slowly began to move. Countless massive, living metal hulls simultaneously turned around, and the Star Vein Annihilation main gun arrays on their bows unlocked in unison, beginning to slowly charge.

The eerie blue annihilation glow rose layer by layer along the cannon barrel, silently gathering a terrifying power in the sky that was enough to evaporate the earth's core. That invisible pressure, even through the thick atmosphere, made every living being on the surface feel cold and have difficulty breathing.

At the same time, the fleet's phase weapons were activated simultaneously. Countless rays capable of traversing between reality and illusion intertwined into a net outside the atmosphere, completely sealing off any possibility of evasion through space jumps or spiritual travel. No living being could escape this impending cataclysmic bombardment.

Just as the main cannon was about to reach its peak power, the Necromancer Dynasty's most advanced creation, the Brilliant Star Chart, granted Storm King the highest level of authority across the entire domain.

The Storm King sat high on his throne, coldly watching the earth's creatures within the barrier struggle desperately.

Those beings hidden on this planet, powerful enough to destroy the surface ecosystem, are nothing more than ants trapped in a glass jar, futilely crashing against an invisible barrier.

But it was precisely this desperate, mad appearance that suddenly gave him a long-lost sense of amusement. A thought casually crossed his mind: perhaps he could find a barren planet, release some completely different races onto it, and then coldly watch them fight to the death for survival, for power, for a hollow faith, endlessly killing each other.

When the final victor is determined, they shall be given a just destruction.

Ah! That's wonderful.

Seated atop the throne at the heart of the Sotek Dynasty flagship, Storm King Imotek gazed at the blue planet crumbling under the power of annihilation within the global light screen, and uttered a sigh of praise imbued with both eternal indifference and ultimate amusement.

As he finished speaking, the undead fleet's world-ending attack on Earth came to a complete end.

The main cannon's azure annihilation beam pierced the atmosphere without hindrance, tearing apart the planet's crust. Solid continental plates collapsed and melted away in an instant, and the vast global oceans were instantly evaporated.

Immediately afterwards, the thousands of kilometers-thick mantle was peeled away and disintegrated layer by layer. Before the remnants of the divine era within the Star Sea could react, they were completely annihilated by this all-consuming force.

And the scorching core of the star, which had been burning for billions of years and supported the operation of the entire planet, was thus exposed without any cover to the cold deep space.

Finally, when this annihilating force completely drained the last bit of fusion energy from the star's core, the entire planet completely lost all vitality and luster, transforming into a lifeless dead star that drifts aimlessly in the universe, devoid of any further energy fluctuations.

At the very instant the planet fell into utter stillness, the cross-dimensional signal from the brilliant star map was simultaneously transmitted, precisely linking the planet's final coordinates and annihilation record to the undead dynasties of countless parallel worlds.

Storm King waited coldly for a moment, concluding that there would be no more unexpected events; this was Earth's final fate. He prepared to turn his flagship around and leave this star system, also wiping out the entire solar system to completely erase all traces.

But at that very moment, a voice that shook the world and pierced through the entire universe suddenly rang out behind him.

The voice was extremely domineering, forcing the undead king to stop in his tracks, turn around sharply, and look at the lifeless, silent star.

I said, no!

The next second, a miracle occurred, and the entire dead star began to revive rapidly as if time had reversed.

The shattered earth healed, the dried-up oceans returned, the extinguished star core reignited, and the deathly silence faded away. The planet, in an irreversible manner, returned to the state it was in before its destruction.

At this moment, the Gemstone Elder, who had been forcibly pulled back to this world by an irresistible and immense force, was staring blankly at the scene that had overturned everything before him. After a brief moment of shock, he accepted the image before him.

Although he always said that he had seen everything as the second mage, he had never seen anything like this before. Could an individual really reshape a planet on their own?

Looking around at everything, the Jewel Elder suddenly became interested and said, "The beginning changed everything."

Subsequent second-party consensus reached even more.

The three aspects that followed showcased the future;

The four of the connection concealed itself;

The final five have long lost their meaning;

After a brief pause, the Gemstone Elder looked at the undead fleet in the sky and then smiled with relief.

"The great sixth negates the ending."

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