Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 148 (Seeking Monthly Tickets at the End of the Month) Planetary Will? They Only Deserve to Be Conquered.

The crimson rifts of the warp were tearing open across the entire solar system, and one crimson wound after another, flowing with chaotic energy, stretched across the starry sky. The indomitable expeditionary fleet from the human empire was constantly leaping out from the raging waves of warp jumps.

Previously, the Sotek dynasty's undead fleet had already completely filled the abandoned star rings outside the Earth-Moon orbit, and the massive fleet forged from living black stone resembled a silent tomb, completely sealing off near-Earth space.

When the Imperial Navy's steel torrent and the Mechanicus's forging fleet finally anchored in reality, even in the vacuum of space, the scorching sulfurous smell of subspace, the molten heat of the macro cannons charging, and the deathly cold light of the necromantic black stone seemed to permeate the air.

On Earth, countless people looked up at the sky obscured by the fleet of ships.

The distant stars that once shone brightly in the night sky have long been completely obscured by the overwhelming steel behemoths. What they see are magnificent fleets stretching across the starry sky, carrying the glory and battles of two civilizations for millennia.

When people on Earth look up at the starry sky, what they see is no longer the shining stars in the universe, but magnificent and enormous fleets.

"What are those?! How come there are so many more spaceships?! Lord, save us!"

"What lord are you praying to! Quickly pray to the Emperor and the God of All Powers! Those are all empty promises; the Emperor truly just pulled us back from the brink of death!"

"Emperor? What's an Emperor? Is it that masked alien from earlier? So I wasn't dreaming?"

"Really? You met Him and didn't ask him anything?"

"Huh? Can I ask anything else? I just asked if I was dead: He said yes, and that He could resurrect me. I just said that would be great, please resurrect me quickly, and I didn't dare say anything else."

"Then you're really missing out! I already told Him I'd be going with the Emperor to save humanity! I'm going to be the guardian angel of mankind, hahaha!"

While the people of Earth were filled with astonishment and endless discussion at the sight of the overwhelming fleet, the high command centers of Earth's governments had already entered a state of maximum combat readiness. They were working feverishly to coordinate and deploy global armed forces, never intending to wait for divine intervention, because the God of All Machines had already told them not long ago:

Only humanity itself can save humanity.

"Where the hell did these damned fleets come from! Zandrej! What's going on?!"

Faced with the Emperor's almost out-of-control, stern questioning, Zandrek, the overlord of the Sotek dynasty, connected the living metal tentacles at his fingertips to the global phase detection array that commanded the Sanctuary.

The cold, raw data stream flashed rapidly in the green light of his electronic eye, finally settling on a set of parameters that overturned the necromancer's billions of years of understanding of spacetime.

He abruptly turned to Storm King Imotek on the throne, his usually calm voice trembling violently, filled with unprecedented solemnity: "My King! The full-domain dimensional anchoring detection is complete. This fleet is definitely not from our spacetime and galaxy; they originate from a completely independent extradimensional dimension!"

Upon receiving this almost impossible answer, Imotek on the Storm Throne suddenly stood up, his eyes turning crimson, almost piercing through the living metal skull.

Extreme rage and deep-seated fear surged wildly within him. Only now did the emperor who ruled the Sotek Dynasty finally understand the source of the almost obsessive attention and vigilance in the command issued by the Silent King across dimensions.

Time travel, dimensional barrier reconstruction, and parallel world global interference are merely the powers that the God of Myriad Machines has already revealed. Their underlying logic and level of power are already enough to rival the Black Stone's pinnacle technology, which the Necromancer Dynasty has ruled for billions of years.

What he found even more incredible was that, compared to the undead race who had long since broken free from the shackles of flesh and blood but had also completely lost their future, these humans, whom he regarded as ants, had a bright future.

Meanwhile, the bloody battle between the human empire and the undead fleet of the Sothek Dynasty had erupted across every sector of the solar system. Even in the deathly silent vacuum, the blazing flames of cannon fire and the destructive torrents of ship explosions echoed one after another, turning the entire star system into a golden-red inferno.

Amidst the turbulent debris flow of the asteroid belt, the Ultramarines' battle barge, "Fist of Alteramar," lay nestled against the back of a nickel-iron asteroid three kilometers in diameter, its Hellstrike macrocannon array already charged to critical threshold.

As Second Company Commander Titus roared in the bridge, rows of armor-piercing macro shells, trailing blazing flames, tore through the vacuum and precisely struck the broadside of the Sotek Dynasty's Shijia-class battleship, tearing a gruesome gash in its shimmering phase shield.

On the battlefield in Jupiter's orbit, the crossfire between the Imperial fleet and the Necromancer fleet has turned the entire airspace into a sea of ​​fire. The Necromancer flagship "Annihilation Hammer" experienced a brief overload shutdown due to the continuous concentrated fire.

The three Imperial Luna-class cruisers, lurking in the gravitational shadow of Jupiter, seized the fleeting firing window. Their shipborne light spear arrays fired simultaneously, and three scorching white torrents of energy pierced through the vacuum, precisely tearing apart the core components of the Star Pulse Annihilation main cannon mounted on the Necromancer flagship.

At the same moment, in the skies above Mars, the side hatches of the Imperial strike cruiser "Red Sand Fury" burst open, and twelve assault boarding torpedoes roared out, their plasma thrusters trailing striking blue-white flames as they precisely struck the bow of the Necromancer battleship, whose armor had been torn open by the macro cannons.

The torpedo's explosive hatch exploded the moment it made contact with the armor, and thirty veteran Ultra Warriors, clad in Terminator power armor and wielding Storm Shields and power gauntlets, filed out and entered the cold, desolate corridors of the Necromancer ship, constructed of living metal. Meanwhile, on the far side of the moon, the Necromancer fleet's Starpulse main cannons fired in unison, instantly unleashing terrifying power that could tear apart the planet. A pale, annihilating torrent crashed directly onto the lunar surface, tearing the entire moon apart. The fleet, stranded in orbit on the far side of the moon, had no chance to react and was completely vaporized in the torrent.

Even the observation computer, buried deep inside the moon by a lost civilization 40 billion years ago, could not escape this catastrophic disaster. It was completely destroyed in the devastating impact of the planet's collapse before it could even activate its pre-set defenses.

The devastating chain reaction triggered by the collapse of the moon swept across the entire Earth at a speed far exceeding human expectations.

Trillions of tons of lunar rock were instantly vaporized into high-temperature plasma by the annihilation energy of the Necropolis's main cannon. A significant portion of this plasma rushed toward Earth at near the speed of light, and the first to be hit collided violently with Earth's magnetosphere.

This attack directly triggered a super-strong geomagnetic storm, a million times stronger than the Carrington Event in history. Almost instantly, the global power grid was completely paralyzed, all satellites in orbit, ground communications, and semiconductor electronic equipment were destroyed, and the information system of human civilization was reduced to zero in an instant.

At the same time, with the complete disintegration of the main body of the moon, the lunar gravity that has maintained the Earth's tidal balance for billions of years suddenly disappeared, and the originally stable point source gravitational field rapidly disintegrated into countless scattered and disordered fragmented gravitational fields.

The tidal bulges that had been pulled up by the moon's gravity over a long period of time suddenly lost their restraint, resulting in a violent global "tidal rebound." An unstoppable giant tsunami erupted, indiscriminately sweeping across every coastline on Earth.

Although the Sotek Dynasty is currently protected by the God of Machines and the Imperial Fleet and cannot directly attack Earth, the aftershocks of this solar system war alone are enough to destroy five thousand years of human development.

At this devastating moment when the moon is collapsing and a chain of cataclysmic disasters is sweeping the globe, in the core sanctuary in the center of the snowfield city, the God of Machines sits atop the Holy Grail, which serves as the anchor point for the souls of all humanity.

The surrounding inorganic creations surged in like a tide, whether they were rough metal components or precise mechanical units, all flying toward the god of machines to the astonishment of the people, rapidly constructing a magnificent mechanical throne for Him.

Countless nerve wires and psychic energy channels, glowing with a ghostly blue light, are connected to Xiu's body like veins, allowing his will to break through the dual barriers of physics and psychic energy, spreading to every corner of the world at a speed exceeding the speed of light.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the dome of the sanctuary, looking down upon the entire planet shrouded in disaster, and spoke again.

The next second, across the entire world, whether it was the employees repairing the generators in the paralyzed power plant, the firefighters rushing against the flood, the disaster-stricken people rushing through the ruins, or even all of humanity struggling in the face of annihilation, the calm and firm divine oracle of the God of Machines, which was enough to soothe all panic, resounded in everyone's minds.

I said, no.

As the divine message of the God of Machines spread throughout the world, all industrial and engineering machinery that form the foundation of human civilization and bear the mission of its continued existence responded to the will of the sleeve at the same instant.

Even semiconductor circuits, whose lattices were melted by the induced current of super-strong geomagnetic storms and should have been completely destroyed, are now revitalized under the power of [the system/organization], reconstructing their conduction paths along their original design logic and continuing to operate stably despite the physical damage.

In factories around the world that have been completely shut down, the mechanical lathes that have sculpted a century of human industrial civilization start up on their own without the need for external power. Servo motors run smoothly with micron-level precision, and fully automated production lines are awakened. Production logic and manufacturing standards are rapidly transforming into the core technology of the golden age of human empires—Standard Template Construction (STC).

A universal and modular industrial production system, sufficient to support post-disaster reconstruction and sustainable development of civilization, was simultaneously built on the disaster-stricken Earth.

At the same time, large-scale magnetic confinement units and geomagnetic stabilization arrays, which are core engineering equipment that safeguard the survival of civilization, are simultaneously launched and networked. Even in extreme environments such as tsunamis and earthquakes, they still operate with precision, using powerful and controllable magnetic fields to counteract the global magnetic field disturbances caused by geomagnetic storms and gradually anchor the Earth's magnetosphere, which is on the verge of collapse.

Upon witnessing this miraculous scene, the magicians, influenced (by the physics) of the god of magic, felt as if magic had ceased to exist. They clearly realized what the true future was.

However, the tragedy of the moon being completely annihilated was like a world-destroying meteorite crashing into the calm pool of the solar system that had been calm for billions of years.

The resulting collapse of the gravitational system, dimensional oscillations, and annihilation energy impact instantly triggered a fierce stress response from the other seven planets in the solar system.

These ancient stellar consciousnesses, which have existed since the birth of the galaxy, clearly perceived the spacetime pollution of the extradimensional fleet, the annihilation power of the necromantic dynasty, and the chaotic erosion of the warp rift.

These outsiders are no longer just ordinary interstellar visitors, but termites that gnaw at the foundations of the stars and destroy the balance of the celestial bodies.

Almost simultaneously, the will of each planet awakened its ultimate vanguard, the ultimate manifestation of the star consciousness, UltimateOne, and in the name of the entire solar system, issued an absolute order to expel and annihilate all outsiders who disrupt the balance.

The eternal night sky over Venus, sealed off by clouds of concentrated sulfuric acid for billions of years, was suddenly torn apart!

The ultimate life form of the stars, known as the "Remains of the Heavens," broke through the depths of the clouds and stood silently in Venus's orbit with unparalleled invincibility. The moment its sky-covering black wings unfolded, all foreign warships in the entire airspace were paralyzed; its very existence was an absolute death sentence for all invaders.

On the crimson desert of Mars, the earth's crust suddenly cracked open. The UO, formed from the planet's red minerals and the will of the stars, slowly crawled out of the shattered earth, ignored the planet's gravity, and leaped into the air, transforming into a crimson meteor that hurtled toward the heart of the chaotic battle in outer space.

From the core of Jupiter's storm, a colossal humanoid UO, entirely black and with a body comparable to a satellite, burst forth and swung its fist fiercely at the human empire's fleet. Gravitational turbulence swept across the entire orbit with the force of the punch, instantly crushing the cruiser squadron into dust, and shattering the battleships' void shields as if they were made of paper.

At the center of Saturn's rings, the colossal cross UO stretching across the starry sky fully awakened, indiscriminately unleashing cross-shaped shockwaves across the entire expanse of space. Necromancer fleets and Imperial warships alike were instantly annihilated by the shockwaves, transforming Saturn's orbit into a devastating inferno of death.

At the same time, the ancient stellar wills of the major planets in the solar system simultaneously expanded and covered the territories of their planets.

These ancient consciousnesses, which have governed the rules of celestial bodies since the birth of the galaxy, wantonly distort the physical laws and underlying logic of the surrounding airspace, attempting to completely disable the two foreign fleets, the Empire and the Undead, and directly abolish all their combat capabilities in an instant.

However, they did not expect that, faced with the all-encompassing suppression of the Star Will, the navigators and star speakers of the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet would be the first to respond.

They chanted in unison the "Imperial Truth," engraved with humanity's supreme belief in conquering the galaxy. Their unwavering will spread throughout the fleet via the warp psionic network. The Emperor's holy radiance and humanity's millennia-long obsession with conquering the stars forged a solid territory in the distorted currents of the rules.

All warships' engines, void shields, and fire control arrays instantly returned to full-capacity operation.

At the same time, the Sotek Dynasty's undead fleet simultaneously activated its pinnacle Blackstone technology. The living Blackstone arrays covering all the ships instantly lit up, and the Exorcising Dead Zone, capable of erasing all non-material consciousness and sealing the laws of psychic energy, roared out at full power.

Wherever the deathly black stone force field swept, the rule domain spread by the Star Will melted away inch by inch like ice and snow meeting fire, and the distorted physical laws were forcibly pulled back into the stable framework that the Necromancer Dynasty had ruled for hundreds of millions of years.

At this moment, for the first time, the Star Will of each planet felt a sense of astonishment.

They couldn't believe that these tiny, weak beings, who could only survive by clinging to planets, were now defying the truths of billions of years, using their beliefs and technology to suppress the stellar origins that had ruled the solar system for billions of years. They even turned their guns around, formed battle formations, and launched a ruthless hunt against the awakened UltimateOnes.

Faced with the red UO rushing towards them, carrying the force of Martian crust, the Sotek Dynasty's battleship array instantly locked onto the enemy.

The instant the Storm King's command was given, the entire ship's Black Stone Array spread out the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone at maximum power. The deathly force field directly penetrated the crimson giant's body, disintegrating the Martian Will core that anchored its form. The originally unstoppable behemoth suddenly froze, and the hematite that made up its body collapsed in pieces.

In the Saturn rings, the cross-shaped shockwaves of the Cross UO tore apart three Imperial frigates in succession, and the entire cruiser squadron immediately formed a tactical formation.

The navigators chanted the "Imperial Truth" in unison, anchoring the distorted space with humanity's unwavering will to conquer the stars. The Mechanicus technicians instantly locked onto the Saturnian core of will at the center of the cross.

As the flagship issued the command, the light spear arrays of the twelve Lunar-class cruisers fired in unison, and the scorching white energy beams instantly tore through the outer layer of UO's defenses.

Following closely behind was the saturation bombardment of the Emperor-class battleship's Hellfire macrocannons, thousands of thermal armor-piercing shells precisely targeting the breaches torn open by the rays. In the chain of explosions powerful enough to melt through the Earth's crust, the U0-shaped rings spanning Saturn's rings completely disintegrated, and the lingering echoes of the Star Will were utterly erased amidst the roar of the macrocannons.

Without the slightest pause, dozens of Star Pulse Annihilation Cannons were simultaneously activated, and the pale dimensional torrent accurately struck the core of the giant's resounding will in its chest. The energy, enough to shatter planets, instantly vaporized the entire kilometer-long UO, and not even a single fragment of the Star Will could escape the seal of the Black Stone Force Field.

The planetary wills will probably never know that in this vast universe called the Milky Way, planets have never been the protagonists of the story, much less the gods who hold the power of life and death.

From beginning to end, they were merely stepping stones crushed on the conquerors' path across the stars.

From this moment on, the Space Necromancers, the current rulers of the galaxy who have dominated the galaxy for billions of years, and humanity, which still appears immature and weak, officially began this ultimate war that spans every inch of space in the solar system.

Ignoring the all-encompassing resistance of the Star Will and disregarding the battlefield turbulence of the ultimate life form U0, the ultimate victor of this deadly battle will ascend the supreme throne, whose territory is the vast galaxy and whose sole motto is conquest, and rule over the future of the entire galaxy.