Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 99 Class: Legion True Name: Emperor's Angel

Locke made three attempts to meet his requirements.

The first time Locke tried to summon his future self, he unsurprisingly failed. Due to his unique nature, he was unable to summon his future self at this stage, and there was no future version of him on the Throne of Heroes.

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The second time, Locke tried to summon a Heroic Spirit from the future that was related to him, but he failed again, because the future he distorted was only a possibility, and that future did not actually exist.

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The third time, Locke changed his approach. Instead of summoning a future Heroic Spirit, he twisted his own existence into a pseudo-Servant on the Throne of Heroes and summoned himself, who had just switched character cards a few seconds earlier.

This time, he succeeded, successfully summoning his past self and even being able to transform the corresponding Heroic Spirit panel based on his character card.

Thus, Locke successfully summoned his past self from a few seconds earlier, summoning the [Emperor's Angel].

Before Locke could speak or make any response, the seriousness in Gilgamesh's eyes prompted him to make the most reasonable reaction.

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand and unleashed the Gate of Babylon—countless golden doors spread out in layers in the void behind him, almost filling the entire basement space. The next second, a torrent of treasures, accompanied by a piercing sound of wind being cut, roared out and indiscriminately bombarded the two people in the formation.

A deafening roar erupted instantly, and blinding golden light pierced through the church's old stone dome, mingling with the dust and smoke rising from the collapsing beams and pillars, completely engulfing the entire Kotomine Church.

The loud noise echoed for more than a block along the street. An elderly man who was taking a leisurely stroll late at night was startled and stopped in his tracks. He looked up in the direction of the church and saw a beam of dazzling golden light that pierced through the night.

His dim old eyes could hardly see the sharpness of the treasure; he only thought it was a holy light and miracle sent down by God.

The old man's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees on the cold sidewalk. Clutching the cross to his chest, he cried out hoarsely towards the church, "The Father has appeared! The Father has appeared! Angels! Please lead me away from the depravity of this world!"

The deafening roar still echoed in their ears as the church dome collapsed amidst the torrent of magical artifacts.

Kirei Kotomine was caught off guard by this unexpected attack from his ally.

Since the other party had not consulted him beforehand, he instinctively tensed his body in the face of the oncoming debris and heat wave, preparing to take the impact head-on.

The expected excruciating pain did not come. Instead, a golden barrier radiating divine light suddenly unfolded around him, blocking all the flying debris and shockwaves.

In the blink of an eye, he regained his senses and found himself standing on the deck of the Radiant Ship Vimana, which was suspended in mid-air.

Looking up, Gilgamesh was standing at the bow of the ship, his face, which usually wore a playful smile, was now so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

The oppressive aura surrounding him was almost tangible, and even his breathing was filled with suppressed anger and frustration. At this moment, no one but himself could see through the emotions churning within the heart of this most ancient king.

Was it anger at his own arrogance? Or regret for the disastrous consequences of indulging in a moment of pleasure? Or perhaps shock at Locke's future?

At this moment, no one but himself could see through it.

The night wind carried away the smoke and dust, and the cold moonlight fell on the devastated ruins, illuminating the scene in the center clearly.

A massive, heavily armored figure, as imposing as a mountain, knelt on one knee, using his body to form an unbreakable barrier, completely protecting the young Locke beneath him.

His bronze-gilded power armor gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen under the moonlight. Its Gothic crusader design was sharply defined, and the white crusader cross emblem on his towering shoulder armor stood out starkly against the charred ruins.

The imperial emblem on his breastplate, the saint's skull ornaments embedded in his armor, the parchment scrolls filled with oaths, and the halo of iron thorns on his backpack all proclaimed his identity.

The marshal's cloak, red on the inside and black on the outside, was still trembling slightly. The only dust that clung to the hem of the cloak was dust from the explosion; there wasn't a single tear.

In other words, the Emperor's half-body and his angels remained unharmed from the barrage of Noble Phantasms.

Kirei Kotomine watched this scene with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

What he didn't know was that the moment this heroic spirit stepped out of the dust, Gilgamesh's "All-Knowing and All-Powerful Star" had already been fully illuminated, seeing through all the origins and secrets of the other party.

However, what clearly emerged in the king's eyes, along with his true name, was the king's own doubt:

[True Name: The Emperor's Angel (Helbrightchett)]

[Class: Legion (Berserker)]

[Inherent Skill: ???]

[Noble Phantasm:? ? ? 】

Two true names, two classes, and unfathomable Noble Phantasms and skills—for Gilgamesh, who possesses the "All-Knowing and All-Powerful Star," to be unable to even see through his Noble Phantasm, which is the result of his legendary spiritual and willpower sublimation, undoubtedly represents the other party's contempt for him, or even—mockery.

"You bastard! You cowardly rat, are you looking down on me?!"

"False god! Shut up!"

After roaring at Gilgamesh in a fit of rage, Helbrecht, the Supreme Marshal of the Black Temple, turned around and his expression instantly became incredibly gentle. In an extremely humble tone, he said to Locke, "My Lord's Imperial Half, the Great Ohm Messiah, please allow me to step down and let someone more suitable protect your safety."

Locke himself handled the role well, portraying himself as someone who was somewhat at a loss but still remained calm.

"You don't need to go to such lengths, Servant."

With his lord's approval, the Supreme Marshal Helbrecht, who was given the title "The Wrath of the Emperor," remained kneeling in a protective posture.

His body, covered in finely crafted power armor, gradually became ethereal amidst the flow of magic. His deep voice emanated from his mask, low, fervent, yet carrying an inviolable solemnity: "My Lord, we are not Servants under the Holy Grail system."

I am the coin in your palm, the blade of your wrath, the product of your will; we are all—your angels.

Before he could finish speaking, Gilgamesh's second wave of Noble Phantasms roared in from mid-air.

Just as the devastating attack was about to touch the two, a vast torrent of psionic energy suddenly exploded, forcefully distorting the laws of reality and freezing time in the entire space.

In this absolutely still moment in time, a holy figure, like Saint Geres reborn, remained in the same kneeling, allied posture as Helblecht, bowing his head and whispering an oath to Locke. His voice was as elegant as an aria, yet carried an unwavering certainty: "Caster/Magician, Mephisto, I answer your call, My Lord."

[Skill: You can acquire any power that suits your identity and image]

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