Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 147 Reinforcements from 40,000 Years Later, for the Empire

As the third bell tolled, the God of All Machines activated his divine nature with the authority of the Sixth Law, and with the power he had gained through his connection with the Root, unleashed his supreme authority.

An aura of rules that disregarded the laws of nature and the protection of the undead spread dramatically from the Earth's surface, instantly engulfing the entire solar system.

The lich engineers of the undead fleet were horrified to discover that wherever this invisible wave passed, the royal runes engraved on the living metal of the ship's hull instantly became inactive, the charging process of the Star Pulse Annihilation Main Cannon was forcibly interrupted, and the stable connection of the Phase Engine was completely severed. The entire doomsday fleet, composed of the elite of the Sotek Dynasty, was brought to a brief and complete standstill in an instant.

Enraged, the Storm King abruptly rose from his throne, strode through the central command corridor etched with the history of the dynasty's conquests, and stood before the main observation deck overlooking the entire near-Earth planet.

He stared intently at the planet above him, which should have turned into cosmic dust but was still a vibrant blue, the soul fire in his eye sockets burning almost frantically.

As the undead ruler of the galaxy, Storm King had lost count of how many millennia he had not felt openly defied by such a lowly being.

Why can't you just obediently die?

Why did these ants still struggle desperately in their death throes when he had already given them the most dignified ending, mercifully granting them a painless destruction?

At this moment, the Storm King had not yet realized that, compared to the overwhelming anger at being disobeyed, what truly made him lose his composure was the unease of things being completely out of his control.

In other words, he has begun to feel afraid.

Above Earth, the God of Myriad Machines' gaze pierced the heavens, fixed on the stagnant undead fleet in space. After a moment of silence, he slowly turned around and looked at Noah before him, his calm voice carrying an undeniable sense of urgency: "I have temporarily silenced their undead network with my power, but they were once the overlords of the galaxy. Even if my power has a strong suppressive effect on them, I cannot control them for long. Our time is running out."

Noah looked up at the figure before him and, in a daze, saw the shadow of the Lord in it.

His heart skipped a beat, and he instantly snapped out of his daze, cursing himself for having such a rebellious thought. He quickly suppressed all distracting thoughts and asked somewhat awkwardly, "Um—what do you need me to do?"

"Do what your Lord requires you to do."

Before the words were even finished, the Ark robot, whose control had been taken away, had already soared through the air and hovered steadily in mid-air. It then landed behind Noah, and with the permission of the God of Machines, Noah regained his Ark.

Noah suddenly turned his head and looked at the Ark mech behind him, which had been temporarily modified and fully enhanced. Only then did he finally understand the Lord's meaning.

"So, it wasn't you who stopped humanity's enemy. Then, my mission now is to lead humanity back to the future on Noah's Ark, isn't it?"

The God of All Machines nodded, raised his scepter to bless the assembled heroes, and said, "Go, break down the barriers that besiege the planet, and free humanity from its shackles."

The moment the blessed light merged into his Spirit Origin, Gilgamesh slowly raised his eyes, starlight surging in his crimson pupils. He glanced meaningfully at the figure of the God of Machines, and then unreservedly activated his clairvoyant eyes that could see into the future.

In the eyes of the oldest king, the world and the galaxy reversed, and time flowed on. The future that was once only a chaotic and lifeless place had now completely dissipated. In its place were countless clear and bright paths, full of vibrant life, which stretched out before him like an endless sea of ​​stars.

That was the future he wanted to see.

Meanwhile, outside the power plant, electric arcs crackled between the rusted steel frames, and the subspace storm trembled across the entire battlefield. Shirou Emiya stood quietly in the center of the ravaged battlefield, protecting the crowd.

The Emperor's Sword in his hand, fused with the core of the Holy Sword and engraved with the Holy Seal of the Human Emperor, was flowing with a holy radiance capable of purifying chaos and anchoring reality. It was suppressing Magnus, the Crimson Demon, who had returned from the warp rift carrying the Crimson Psychic Power of a Thousand Sons, firmly in place. Even the opponent's most proficient psychic magic was crumbling inch by inch in the radiance of the blade.

Under Viktor's guidance, he had already fully awakened his own warp nature, and the Emperor's Sword he held tightly in his hand burned with supreme holy light that was enough to burn away chaos and anchor reality.

At this moment, he has been completely transformed.

Magnus could never be his match again.

Magnus, who was being suppressed by the Emperor's Holy Radiance, had already clearly sensed that his mission to tear through reality was doomed to failure.

But when he looked at Shirou Emiya, there was not a trace of panic or resentment in his eyes, only indifference as if he had seen through the other's true purpose.

Because the Chaos Gods, deep within the Warp, had already seen through the Emperor's purpose: he did not intend to end the Warp and the Chaos Gods, but rather to save the entire meaningless world.

"In order to reverse this predetermined past and save this dying civilization, you have not hesitated to open the barrier between the warp and reality, allowing the warp to invade the real dimension."

His voice, carrying the chaotic whispers of the subspace, struck Shirou Emiya with each word.

"This behavior is no different from inviting a wolf into the house. The gods we serve are happy to witness this doomed future take root and sprout. Do you really think that being sitting on the throne of all gods is some kind of merciful savior?"

"Do you really think this is some good thing?"

Despite Magnus's seductive influence, which was imbued with corrupting power, Shirou Emiya's gaze remained unwavering.

With a steady flick of his wrist, the Emperor's Sword in his hand erupted with golden holy flames that swept across the entire arena.

The sacred golden flame, originating from the very source of the Golden Throne of the human emperors and capable of purifying all warp distortions and dismantling the authority of chaos, surged and swept across the land like a rising sea of ​​holy light. The crimson lightning blasted by Magnus, the solidified psychic ice, and even all the Thousand Sons sorcery imbued with corrupting power all crumbled and melted away wherever the sacred flame passed, leaving not even a trace of chaotic embers.

Just before the projection of reality was completely torn apart by the Holy Flame and his consciousness was forcibly pulled back into the depths of the warp, the Primarch of the Crimson Demon locked his gaze firmly on Shirou Emiya and said meaningfully, "We will definitely meet again, Uncle."

The moment he sheathed his sword, the golden flames of the Emperor's Sword vanished completely. Without the slightest hesitation, Shirou Emiya turned and weaved through the throng of people, ignoring the cheers and awe-inspiring gazes around him. Surrounded and watched by countless people, he strode into the steel dome of the power plant. The deafening roar of the generators inside the plant was deafening; the smoke of battle had not yet dissipated. He stood at the heart of the plant, looking up at the massive subspace generator that lay before him, still humming and operating.

Do you know what you're doing?

A cold, almost emotionless, and lifeless voice suddenly rang out behind Shirou Emiya.

The roar of the machines inside the factory seemed to be instantly suppressed by an invisible force. He turned around abruptly and looked behind him, where there should have been no one, a silver-haired girl with red eyes was standing. That familiar figure stood quietly in the shadows.

In Illyasviel's crimson eyes, which should have been brimming with innocence and warmth, there was not a trace of the vitality that belonged to a young girl, but only the indifference that belonged to the collective unconscious of humanity, absolute rationality, and absolute coldness. Emiya Shirou understood that it was the embodiment of the self-restraint force, the Alaya consciousness.

"You want to save this world on the verge of collapse, but the price is that the entire imaginary world will be completely corrupted and assimilated by the chaotic power of the Emperor's alienated subspace, allowing the chaotic evil gods deep in the subspace to extend their tentacles to all timelines and all parallel worlds."

Her voice remained steady, but every word seemed to be laced with poison, aiming to pierce Shirou Emiya's heart.

"Are you willing to destroy all possible futures for humanity just to ensure the survival of this one world?"

"Didn't you spend your entire life wanting to be a champion of justice?"

Alaya consciousness controlled Ilya's body to take a step forward, her cold red eyes fixed on him.

"If you actually activate this generator and carry out the plan of the God of Myriad Machines, you will no longer be a partner of justice."

You will become a sinner against all mankind. Your lifelong pursuit of justice will become a complete joke and utterly meaningless.

In the end, you can't protect anything, because you've destroyed everything you were supposed to protect with your own hands.

From the moment the God of All Machines completed his ascension ceremony, the Alaya Consciousness and Gaia, the two opposing forces that underpinned the foundation of the world, completely broke apart.

What Alaya consciousness wants to protect is the survival of humanity scattered across countless timelines and all parallel worlds; while Gaia has long been utterly disappointed with humanity for repeatedly tearing apart the foundations of the planet and bringing about the cataclysm, and is determined to completely wipe out humanity, even at the cost of making a deal with the Chaos God to end everything for humanity on this planet.

Long before the world went back in time, the God of Machines had already forcibly detonated the power of the subspace once in order to protect the souls of all mankind.

Alaya consciousness witnessed the terror of that chaotic power firsthand. She knew better than anyone that once the subspace was completely spread throughout the entire galaxy and the tentacles of evil gods crawled across all timelines, all humanity would face utter destruction.

Therefore, no matter what, she had to stop Shirou Emiya and not let him activate the subspace generator in front of her.

However, the power of the subspace suppressed them, rendering them unable to do anything. To prevent them from causing trouble, the God of Machines actually severed the connection to the Throne of Heroes. They couldn't summon any of their beloved Emiya-branded servants and could only try to persuade Emiya Shirou to give up through psychological tactics.

Faced with the piercing questions of the Alaya consciousness, Shirou Emiya's thoughts suddenly plummeted back to that high jump he did after school.

A hot wind carrying the smell of rubber rushed towards him. He squatted by the high jump mat, applying ointment to the arrogant Locke, constantly complaining about his reckless and meaningless stubbornness. But it was precisely because of his actions that Emiya Shirou became more determined in his ideals.

Now, he no longer needs that ideal. Shirou Emiya is no longer a partner of justice; he is Locke's partner, nothing more.

The Emperor's Sword in Shirou Emiya's hand suddenly burst into towering golden flames.

Ignoring all the advice and warnings of the restraining force, he walked step by step firmly to the subspace generator, raised the holy sword in his hand as if holding the only key, and inserted it into the core lock of the generator without hesitation.

"Emiya Shirou!

The Alaya consciousness let out a nearly out-of-control roar, but could only watch helplessly as everything happened.

The massive subspace generator instantly erupted with a deafening roar that shook the entire factory. Its core glow surged, frantically gathering energy, and the immense power of the subspace surged forth along the blade.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, and a ray carrying holy light and the power of the subspace shot straight into the sky, like a divine spear that cleaved the heavens and earth, piercing through the clouds, penetrating the atmosphere, and reaching the vast horizon.

Wherever the rays passed, the barrier between reality and subspace shattered layer by layer, and a vast energy ripple spread wildly from Earth to the entire solar system.

Emiya Shirou looked up at the dazzling stream of light that stretched straight to the sky, and his thoughts instantly drifted back to that summer afternoon filled with the incessant chirping of cicadas.

He seemed to see Locke standing beside him, smiling openly despite his injuries, just like back then. The two souls, transcending time and reincarnation, spoke in unison, their voices carrying the relief of severing all obsessions: "A partner of justice? It's no longer important."

Just as subspace rays shot into the sky and Noah's Ark shattered the celestial barrier surrounding the planet, Weber stood shoulder to shoulder with representatives of various nations across the world in the wilderness. Looking up at the shattering celestial canopy revealing the boundless starry sky behind it, he exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "I never imagined that forty thousand years from now, we humans would actually be able to traverse the galaxy on our own."

The representatives of the major powers standing beside him finally relaxed, letting out a rare sigh of relief as they shed the tension and vigilance of the past few days.

They had all already completed their dialogue with the God of Myriad Machines in the Sea of ​​Souls, and knew that they could not help in any way on the battlefield at this moment, and could only leave everything to the warriors rushing to the front lines.

He gazed at the shattered sky, his tone tinged with relief, yet also with a hint of past confusion: "To be honest, when I first learned that gods and magic truly existed, I genuinely doubted the meaning of humanity's five thousand years of technological development. Did I really think we could conquer this vast cosmos?" He turned to Webber, his eyes gleaming. "Do you know what he told me?"

"What did you say?" Weber immediately pressed, his gaze fixed tightly on the person beside him, his breathing unconsciously becoming lighter.

"He said that he had watched humanity teeter on the brink of destruction countless times, and at one point he was about to give up, but each time, humanity ultimately withstood all the suffering on its own, and he only played a small role in pushing things along."

The representative gazed at the shattering sky, his voice filled with barely suppressed emotion, repeating each word: "He told me that human courage is the most precious treasure. Courage allows us to face a bleak future, to cross the barriers of despair, and to accomplish miracles that seem impossible."

He turned to look at Weber, his eyes burning with an unprecedented determination and light. His last words were like a declaration, crashing down in the long winds of the wilderness: "For mankind, only courage and hope should not be betrayed."

Before everyone could finish speaking, a vast expanse of eerie blue light suddenly erupted outside the sky!

This group of world destroyers, who had traversed the galaxy, finally broke free from the power seal of the God of Myriad Machines. The entire behemoth fleet of undead ships lit up with destructive runes, and the Star Pulse Annihilation Cannon once again frantically charged up, the eerie blue light of annihilation gathering stronger and stronger at the muzzle, almost burning through the entire sky.

Seeing the barriers surrounding the planet utterly shattered, Storm King's furious roar instantly pierced the atmosphere, causing the entire earth to tremble slightly: "So what if it's broken? If we can destroy you once, we can destroy you a second time! A bunch of ants who can't even cross a planet, what right do you have to compare yourself to us!!! All your struggles are nothing but a desperate attempt to prolong your lives!"

"Report to Storm King! A violently anomalous phase response has been detected throughout the entire solar system!"

A sharp alarm suddenly blared in the core of the command ship. Before Storm King could recover from his rage, the main viewport in front of him was instantly taken over. The figure of the God of Machines appeared clearly on the screen, his cold gaze locking onto him, and he said succinctly: "I have found some opponents worthy of you."

The next second, the entire spacetime of the solar system trembled violently!

Countless crimson subspace rifts suddenly tore open in the universe, and the human empire fleet from another world broke through the subspace blockade like a steel torrent, appearing brazenly around the solar system.

Countless steel behemoths, bearing the glory of humanity, precisely pierced and crashed into the undead fleet's formation, instantly dragging this once invincible, world-destroying fleet into a relentless, boarding battle.

Robert Guilliman stands proudly at the bow of the Imperial flagship, the "Glory of Macragge".

His gaze pierced through the vacuum and the starry sky, ignoring the intersecting steel fleets, and crashed straight into the Storm King at the core of the undead fleet, showing no sign of retreat, only the absolute majesty of someone who had ruled the human empire for ten thousand years.

A sharp clang pierced the deathly silence of space as the Emperor's Sword was fully drawn, its golden flames instantly engulfing the blade and illuminating his battle-scarred face.

He held his holy sword level, its tip pointing directly at the overwhelming undead fleet opposite him. His voice, like a thunderclap, reverberated throughout the entire star system, booming across the entire military channel: "For victory!!!"

"For the Empire!!!"

"For the Emperor!!!"

"All troops, attack! Tear these aliens apart!!!"