Those time travelers that year

"I!" Medea groaned softly, her face flushed as she trembled and closed her eyes, savoring this tender moment. But soon, from her sealed lips came soft moans of different intensity and depth. This was because the exhausted princess of the Age of Gods was now being turned over and pinned beneath her. "Wait, Master... Master, this is already..."

"Anyway, you're having a good time, aren't you? Besides, there's plenty of time..."

"Hmph, um...no, no, um, is there any other choice?" Panting, Princess Kamishiro's eyes were alluring, and her voice trembled and broke as she spoke, "...those two maids who have been taking care of the master's daily life, this...um, um, this is their duty."

"Oh, you don't mind?"

“No, not at all, um…” Medea exhaled deeply. “Besides, didn’t Atia pick up a little pet along the way?”

"Do you know what this means?" Charles rolled the princess over again into his arms and lifted her chin with his hand as he asked.

"Anyway, I wouldn't care." Princess Kamishiro rolled her eyes, then licked her lips. "...Or perhaps, Master, don't you want to try something different? You know, different clothes...have a different flavor, you know!"

"I don't care, there's still plenty of time!" Pressing Princess Kamishiro down, Charles breathed softly into her ear and looked at her, whose ears were flushed red, and said, "...However, before the desserts are served, I'm planning to enjoy the main course properly."

So, this night is still very long...

Three shifts

420. The Reincarnator Heading Towards the Final Battle

While Xia Er was enjoying his wonderful life, the tension between the reincarnators was escalating. The vanguard team of five men and one horse was currently leading the other reincarnation teams, and they were mysteriously up to something in the capital. But anyone with a brain knew how amazing the 'thing' these guys were willing to give up the benefits of an entire empire that was about to be theirs.

Although these reincarnators, strengthened by the God's "rapid growth," may have various flaws due to their limited perspectives, those who have reached this point are basically veterans. Apart from the naive "newcomers" who haven't seen the world, no one would be foolish enough to think that everyone else is a good person.

Terms like "smiling with a knife hidden in one's back" and "a sheep in wolf's clothing" are not an exaggeration when describing reincarnators.

This is why, even on the mundane front, the rebels controlled by Zavisha were in complete defeat, and anyone could tell that their fate was sealed. However, what alarmed the other reincarnation teams was that the vanguard team had not yet shown up at all.

The other reincarnation teams, having reached this point, could no longer sit still. After secretly negotiating among themselves for a considerable period, they signed what they considered the most secure contract, witnessed by the main god. They then began to influence the war, leading the suppression army to a series of victories and soon approaching the capital.

At this time, the reincarnators once again launched reconnaissance missions towards the capital, which had become a forbidden zone. They employed a variety of methods, a completely different approach from their first reconnaissance mission. Even so, the reincarnation teams, outwardly united but inwardly divided, remained secretly wary, cooperating but not truly trusting each other.

……

A reincarnator dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a wooden sword in one hand and dragging a wheel-like object in the other, was walking aimlessly while muttering incoherently, much like a charlatan trying to deceive people.

However, his teammates nearby didn't see it that way. This reincarnator in Taoist robes was a member of their team, and they were also enhancing their Eastern cultivation system—a system incredibly time-consuming and point-intensive. But you get what you pay for; this reincarnator could be considered a master in his own right. While he was still a long way from being a Celestial Master who could supposedly reverse the universe with a flick of his finger, knew all the wonders of the world, controlled life and death, and even summoned the righteous gods of Heaven to descend to earth, reaching the ears of the heavens with a single talisman, he could certainly be called a Feng Shui master.

The reincarnator was seen muttering to himself while holding the wheel and moving his feet in a series of steps. If you looked closely, you could see that he was moving in a complete circle, and his steps were quite logical.

After the initial reconnaissance failure, everyone knew that conventional investigative methods were no longer effective. At this point, science had essentially died; even simulation machines had failed, so these reincarnators were unlikely to create anything as sophisticated as quantum observation. Therefore, science was no longer trustworthy, so they might as well turn to metaphysics.

That's why this kind of shamanistic ritual exists.

Soon, the Taoist priest carrying the wheel suddenly stopped, his face turning deathly pale. Then, with a loud cry, he spat out a mouthful of blood more than ten feet high and collapsed to the ground. The onlookers, terrified, rushed over and brought out a large pile of healing potions and other items, preparing to urgently prolong his life.

"...Quickly, flatten that city!" Although the Taoist priest had suffered severe injuries, he pushed away the healing potion in a panicked voice and shouted hastily, "Those bastards from the vanguard team, they don't want to give us a way out!"

This wasn't an isolated incident. Aside from those reincarnation teams that, for various reasons, fought each other to the point of total annihilation over a long period, the other reincarnations also reached ominous conclusions through various mystical methods. Apart from the Taoist priest who vomited blood, the prophet who suddenly went blind, the Fate Mage who suddenly collapsed and vomited blood, the shamanic prophet whose totem suddenly exploded… every reincarnation with prophetic abilities suffered a backlash and misfortune, yet they all made the same decision to quickly flatten the city.

In this situation, after these temporarily cooperating reincarnation teams looked at each other and gathered together to discuss for a short time, sharing the known information and speculations, they all came to the conclusion that the vanguard team was planning to commit a major annihilation.

Planning to plot against a god, an A-rank boss in this world, is called "rebellion against immortality" in the East and "god-slaying" in the West—either way, it leaves no way out for other reincarnators. You see, most reincarnators know what they can get after slaying a god. Not to mention, looking at the transmutation circle engraved in the capital, and recalling the plot of the Fullmetal Alchemist world…

Human transmutation circles can do more than just create the Philosopher's Stone; they can also open the gates of truth. This world doesn't have the divine truth represented by the Fullmetal Alchemist universe, but it does have a genuine A-rank god-like boss.

The method of the flask figure is known to every reincarnator.

Now, the vanguard is doing something similar to the actions of the flask people.

This is a serious matter.

The reincarnators didn't know how long the vanguard had been preparing for this, but looking at the terrifying limitation of the distance within the capital city, and the fact that they preferred to watch other reincarnation teams develop their 'momentum' and gather together, while they all stubbornly stayed in the city and didn't show up, this was a problem.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, the Reincarnation Squads quickened their pace and, after about half a month, finally brought over the pacification army. Of course, if it weren't for the massive suppression by extraordinary power that rendered most of their enhancements useless, these Reincarnation Squads wouldn't have placed their hopes on an army composed of ordinary people. Now, aside from pure physical abilities and technological tools, almost all other methods were rendered ineffective.

However, as long as the army has access to firearms, it can still pose a threat to the reincarnators...

When, half a month later, the pacification army arrived at the outskirts of the capital, and when the airships and tanks hastily manufactured under the intervention of the reincarnators were beyond the technological capabilities of this world, which was approaching World War I, everyone knew that the final battle between the reincarnators had begun.

Those who intended to exploit the abilities of the Reincarnators also turned their attention here. Incidentally, the Holy Temple and the Church, having no way to deal with the Imperial Capital and having been wiped out wave after wave by impatient Reincarnators in conflicts with other Reincarnator teams, were completely relegated to the status of spectators in matters of this magnitude.

四更

421. Two different treatments

Whether the sanctuary and the church become mere spectators is a question neither side cares about now. While enjoying a happy and carefree life, Charles has also adopted a god-like perspective, observing this battlefield where reincarnators are used as pawns, always ready to intervene. He simply treats this war, which is likely to result in many deaths, as a game to be played. Yes, that's quite normal. In the Marvel universe, destroying the Wasteland yielded countless souls—far more than the human population of this world. Therefore, Charles no longer considers the people of this world as human, at most just NPCs.

However, at that very moment, Xia Er strangely discovered two friendly signals in the area near the capital. Yes, that's right, friendly signals, signals like those of his two maid sisters who had been infected and transformed into familiars by his own power. And similarly, there were two such signals here... no, to be precise, one and a half, one on the edge of the capital within a thousand miles, and the other in the capital itself.

"What's going on?!" After sensing these two signals, Charles's expression became very strange. After questioning the now collapsed Princess of the Age of Gods and the maid sisters, Charles was certain that no member of the Fran Street Dance Troupe had gotten lost and ended up dancing in that place, much less that the Doomsday Dad was stealing jungle camps while preparing to use Shadow Blade and Blink Dagger to enter the battlefield and tell everyone that your dad is still your dad.

"...Does that mean the birds and dogs I created also went to the battlefield?!" Aside from creating familiars and bosses, it seems he's only ever created some 'small animals' like crows for reconnaissance, wolves for ganging up, and insects for tracking. That's right, these things that can turn into infection sources anytime, anywhere, leaving the T-virus far behind, are just 'small animals' in Sharl's eyes.

"This doesn't make sense!" Confused, Xia Er withdrew his gaze from the battlefield and turned to the two signal points. First, the capital city. Through his high-dimensional spiritual vision, the image that instantly appeared before Xia Er was a young man with a sunny smile, but in Xia Er's eyes, he was almost entirely blackened. "Who is this guy!?"

If he wasn't mistaken, the guy he was seeing was an unlucky fellow infected by the Abyss. Don't be fooled by his current sunny appearance; upside down, he was actually pitch black.

But logically speaking, Charles hasn't had much contact with people in this world! Not to mention, why would a mere nobody be infected by the Abyss? That's incredibly indiscriminate! Even so, infecting a girl would be better than infecting a grown man! He's not gay, so why would the Abyss infect a guy?

With a dark expression, Ciel then read the guy's information.

"Zavisha? Who's that again?"

"Oh, so it was that random knight from a while ago who was just a free experience-giving NPC!" Looking at the guy who was talking to some nobles dressed in exquisite clothes, Charles raised his hand and shook hands in the direction of Zavisha.

*Crack!* At that very moment, Zavisha, who was comforting those who had boarded his pirate ship in the capital, suddenly froze. A cracking sound echoed from his body, and then he collapsed, lifeless. His death was inexplicable, utterly meaningless. His entire skeleton was instantly shattered, all his internal organs turned to mush, and even his soul was swallowed whole by the already impatient abyss, returning to his body through his connection with Charles.

Clearly, at this moment, the nobles who were with Zavisha, whom Charles considered a mere passerby knight, were thrown into a panic, but Charles paid them no heed. With a flick of his finger, Zavisha's corpse, which had been lying on the ground, suddenly exploded, the shattered flesh and blood drenching the nobles who were completely unprepared for this situation.

Panic and chaos instantly filled the room. The nobles, drenched in blood and gore, screamed as their bodies underwent a horrific transformation. Their skin dried up, their bones elongated, turning them into grotesque, mummified creatures. These monstrous beings, having replaced the original inhabitants, howled irrationally and lunged at the surrounding normal people, tearing them apart. In an instant, screams, tearing sounds, and roars filled the air—a living, breathing biohazard had unfolded in this world.

Charles didn't see this scene. After casually killing a guy who seemed to have a problem with him, he subconsciously sent a 'greeting' and then changed the channel without even looking back.

The signal source in the capital was a man, which made Xia Er wonder if he had been tricked by some silver-haired guy. But that didn't make sense! At least among the evil gods, there was an unwritten rule that evil gods couldn't interfere in the affairs of each other's lairs. Of course, that was just a saying! There's a saying that goes, if there's no clear evidence of a crime, then it's not a crime; it's just a 'misunderstanding'.

However, another unexpected event occurred. This time, the person who appeared in front of Charles was someone he recognized very well.

"Iris Galgwin, what the hell?!" Appearing before Charles was a girl kneeling and praying before a cross—a figure he recognized quite well, one he'd even touched before…

"What happened? She was also infected by the Abyss? When did this happen?!"

"How strange..." Suddenly, looking at the female knight who was praying, Charles's expression changed. In Charles's eyes, a golden thread was extending from the female knight's body, following an unseen connection, and actually connecting directly with Charles. "Why... is this faith!? When did this girl change her faith, and it's to me!?"

Looking at Iris bowing her head and closing her eyes in prayer before the cross, her face appearing incomparably holy in the morning light, Sharl paused for a moment, then, following that line of faith, extended a part of his consciousness towards her.

As Iris was praying, she seemed to sense something, suddenly opened her eyes, and looked up.

"Lord..." she whispered, "God! Is that you?!"

This is really...

Charles's expression became more complex. This Holy Knight, whose life he had once saved, had somehow been influenced by the Abyss and directly become his follower. Even more bizarrely, this infection had somehow transformed her into one of his Familias… Yes, that's right. In Charles's view, compared to those he had casually eliminated before, the infection on Iris had now penetrated to her very soul and marrow, making her a completely unique member of his Familia.

Five o'clock! It felt so good to finish all the drafts in one go, and then I flopped...

422. The decisive battle begins.

Although he didn't care at all about why he suddenly had a familia without knowing anything about it, Ciel thought that it didn't seem right to just leave this girl who had already come close to him, especially since the battle was about to begin...

Well! Seeing that the guy over there was about to deliver himself to his door as a snack, it would be a shame to just ignore him. After thinking for a moment, Charles transmitted a small portion of his divine energy through the connection, helping Iris, who had become his familiar, to completely solidify her identity while also altering her race, removing her from the category of human.

Now, Elise Gargwin is no longer strictly considered to be human. According to the D&D universe, she is now a demigod with divinity and divine status, and is also a chosen one and a chosen one of the gods of the Shire.

Theoretically, she could easily use divine magic, leaving that legendary mage, who was supposed to be a great sage but was actually a freak, miles behind. Unfortunately, however, Sharl never actually developed any system of divine magic.

Therefore, although she was transformed into a member of the Familia and a Chosen One, Iris was actually unable to unleash any divine magic other than using her own power. However, it didn't matter; after the transformation, both the ice shards and the black flames significantly increased her power, essentially allowing her to easily defeat dozens of her previous forms.

Even so, facing a battlefield between reincarnators about to cause a huge uproar and court death, Iris's own strength was far from sufficient to intervene. But it didn't matter; Charles didn't intend for her to just go through with it, so she could just obediently stay outside the area of ​​effect.

……

On one side, Xia Er prepared popcorn and drinks, and was surprised to find a wild familiar under his own name. He then helped her change her ancestral record. On the other side, the Reincarnators' small actions finally developed into big actions.

This farcical rebellion was finally drawing to a close. The imperial army had finally broken through the conservatives' defenses. Because of the open conflict, the reformists, centered around the royal family, were utterly shameless, and the fate of the reformist nobles in the capital had already spread throughout the empire. The vast majority of these reformist nobles tragically discovered that their relatives and friends had unfortunately become victims. This demonstrates that in the face of warfare in the age of firearms, commoners and nobles are all the same.

Therefore, the reformers, now free to act, also raised their swords and slaughtered the conservatives. In a short time, countless long-established noble families, some over a century old, were wiped out. It is conceivable that after this rebellion ended, the old noble families in the empire would suffer even more brutal persecution. This time, even the royal family would probably not offer them any protection.

Similarly, if it weren't for the extraordinary suppression that sealed off a thousand miles away, greatly suppressing the reincarnators, the world empire probably wouldn't have needed its pacification army; they would have simply tried to flatten the city.

Against firearms, city walls are essentially useless. Although this world doesn't yet have airplanes, with the assistance of the reincarnators, artillery is far more advanced than in this era. By the time the suppression army advanced to the outskirts of the capital, no one surrendered, and even those sent to persuade them to surrender were killed. Knowing that the rebels entrenched in the capital had no intention of surrendering, the furious reformers and the royal family did not hesitate to order a full-scale attack.

To be honest, if possible, your reformists in the capital would also like to surrender. But unfortunately, their leader, Zavisa, along with a large group of noble leaders, died mysteriously, and the rest were all firmly controlled by the vanguard, offering little resistance.

In fact, faced with this inexplicable death of hair, coupled with the situation that resembled a biohazard, the vanguard team members wondered if other reincarnators had somehow managed to spread a modified version of the T-virus.

Time was of the essence, and the final battle was fast approaching. The vanguard team gathered in the church in the capital and decided that since the decisive battle was imminent, it was time to reveal their hand. They decided to skip any hidden cards and try to go all in to eliminate the other teams.

Thus, the battle for the capital city reached its most frenzied stage from the very beginning. After all, the killing efficiency of firearms far exceeded that of cold weapons. Countless artillery shells filled the sky, and both sides were determined from the outset to unleash more ammunition than the other, with the smoke of battle permeating the air.

Under the deliberate control of the vanguard, the counter-rebellion forces made steady progress, but at a brutal cost of bloodshed for every inch of land they traversed. Each advance required heavy casualties and depleted ammunition, but fortunately for the royal family and the reformists, the enemy suffered far more bloodshed.

Unfortunately, this was not good news for the reincarnation teams who sided with the imperial family and the reformists. They knew exactly what had happened in the capital; the more blood was shed, the better the vanguard could carry out their plans.

But they didn't have any good solutions! The suppression was still there, although it seemed to be weakening, it was still there, and it was a huge threat to these reincarnators... But just watching it was not a solution.

The collective wisdom is ultimately stronger. Soon, these reincarnation teams found a loophole in the suppression by chance—it only targets the area outside the range, but not the central area.

God knows how this loophole appeared, but at least, after discovering it, these other reincarnation teams finally found what they considered to be a way to 'break the deadlock' and painstakingly infiltrated the capital through the complex underground sewers.

Meanwhile, as the counter-insurgency forces advanced, these infiltrators immediately launched a surprise attack on the vanguard. Now, the vanguard was completely surrounded; every reincarnation squad wanted to kill them. Logically speaking, facing attacks from several reincarnation squads, the vanguard should have been wiped out, at least that's what the attacking reincarnation squads initially thought.

Unfortunately, what awaited them was a massive attack by a horde of ghostly soldiers, as well as the rapidly growing strength of the vanguard team members. In this critical situation, these reincarnation squads had no choice but to use all their trump cards to barely save their lives.

At this time, the ghostly soldiers didn't just swarm the reincarnation teams; they began attacking the entire city's residents and the pacification army outside in droves. How many ghostly soldiers were created during this period? At least several thousand, perhaps even tens of thousands. This number is astonishing in this world. While the reincarnators might still be able to survive, the soldiers outside using firearms were far less fortunate.

Ordinary weapons were completely ineffective, and this world lacked the cultivation methods of immortals with boundless qi and blood. These armies were not the kind of fantasy world where soldiers wielded cold weapons but could create battlefield formations, military spirits, and other such things. Faced with the relentless onslaught of the Yin soldiers who were fearless of death and bullets, large numbers of armies suffered defeat and despair.

What do people call upon when they are in despair? In this world, they pray to God. Unfortunately, that God cannot answer such prayers. So, with death accompanying the futility of prayer, facing fear, resentment naturally arises.

423. The praying mantis planned to catch the cicada.

The ghostly army unleashed its fury, slaughtering mortals in broad daylight. Dark clouds filled the sky, and a chilling wind howled. It looked as if a rebellious ghost king had been born, intending to wreak havoc on the human world and establish a ghost kingdom. In the fantasy world of this City God's origins, a large group of human cultivators would have already gathered to subdue the demons. Even if not, the Heavenly Army would be on standby, ready to deploy a massive net of ten thousand celestial soldiers to slay the demons at any moment.

Unfortunately, this world lacks the celestial laws signed by both heaven and man, and it doesn't have a celestial legal network that spans every corner of the world. In fact, it could be said that this world is not only inferior in terms of its level of power, but it's also incomplete. If anything, this City God estimates that this world only has two deities: one is him, the outsider, and the other is the deity of this world who brought about his own demise through sheer folly.

That unfortunate fellow is currently trapped within the Heavenly Heart Seal and unable to move, and the rampage of the Yin soldiers is none other than the City God's secret instigation. However, all the causes and effects will ultimately be borne by these reincarnated beings.

"Hahaha... It's done! It's done!" At the intersection of illusion and reality, the City God, watching the great battle unfolding in the real world, laughed loudly, "Finally, this moment has arrived!" Reflected in the City God's eyes was not only the battles and carnage below, but also countless souls cursing madly in despair and resentment. A vast, dark ocean of curses converged, and the alchemy array set up by the vanguard absorbed the souls of the dead along with them.