At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

She originally thought it would be a tough and arduous battle, but unexpectedly the roles of offense and defense have been reversed.

"Haha, it's a long story. When I arrived here, I fell into the rebel camp. After learning about the situation in this world, I knew you would come, so I've been waiting for you." Miyamoto Musashi said cheerfully, then pointed to Atalanta behind him: "Let me introduce you. She is the leader of the rebels, a servant sent by Alaya, Atalanta."

"Atalanta! I didn't expect it to be you! That's great!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said with delight after taking a closer look. Although Atalanta's hair had changed color and her aura was somewhat ferocious, she could recognize the Servant she had formed a bond with at a glance.

“Um… I’m sorry, I don’t know you.” Atalanta was taken aback by Fujimaru Ritsuka’s overly familiar manner, and then said apologetically, “Perhaps you have known me in other worlds, but I have no memory of that now.”

“I see, I understand. After all, similar situations always happen during Servant summoning, but we really are very good friends,” Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a smile.

“A very close friend… I understand. Although I don’t remember her, I’m glad to ‘meet her again.’” Atalanta wasn’t a coy person. She was the most ruthless female hunter in Greece, not a shy princess who didn’t care about the world.

"Let me introduce Musashi and Atalanta to you..." Fujimaru Ritsuka hurriedly introduced his new friends behind him.

They quickly got to know each other through Fujimaru Ritsuka's introduction, and then learned about the resistance from Atalanta.

Then they directly invited Atalanta to join the attack on Moscow and confront the Tsar.

Atalanta agreed without hesitation. It would be a strategic miscalculation for her not to follow a group of powerful beings, who were suspected to be stronger than Hercules, who were attacking Moscow. Even if the Tsar was a god-level being, he was not a true god after all. How could he be stronger than a group of 'Hercules'?

A group of people sat together in the snowfield, a red fire elemental barrier protecting them from the blizzard, allowing the snow in small patches to melt and reveal the brown earth so they could get to know each other.

“However, for such a large-scale march, we need several days to collect food from the villages and towns along the border; otherwise, given Yaga’s situation, most of them will starve to death before even reaching Moscow,” Atalanta said solemnly.

The rebels currently have enough food to survive, but it's far from sufficient to wage war against Moscow.

"Food? What kind of food do you need?" Pope Francis asked. "Apart from meat, we can provide an unlimited amount."

"Unlimited supply?" Atalanta was surprised. After being summoned here and elected as the leader by the Revolutionary Army, her biggest worry was the food problem. All the plants in this world had died out, and there was less and less to eat.

“That’s right, vegetables and staple foods, we can provide them in unlimited quantities.” Irene nodded seriously: “We all possess the ‘divine knowledge’ of the seven elements. Our focuses may differ, but we can easily use the ‘divine knowledge of the grass element’ to promote the growth of food on a large scale.”

Yu Chengyue nodded: "That's right. First, use fire element to melt the snow on the ground and heat the soil. Then, use 'wind element divine knowledge' to form an array to isolate the blizzard. Next, use 'rock element divine knowledge' to inscribe an array plate to restore the soil's fertility. Finally, use 'grass element divine knowledge' to promote the growth of crops."

“For every extraordinary individual who reaches the seventh rank, learning the spiritual knowledge of the seven elemental gods is a fundamental skill.”

Although the seven elements are not the strongest in the world, they are the most versatile. They may not be the optimal solution for various problems, but they can still play a certain role.

"Although we can't produce meat, we can make as much staple food as you want," Yura said with a smile. She was at the peak of the seventh rank. Although her connection with the World Tree was very weak and her elemental power had only recovered to 10%, she could still make the land within a ten-kilometer radius grow wheat, corn and other staple foods in one go.

In particular, her personal storage space contained seeds of hundreds of crops.

The Eye of God is already evolving into a 'God Core', but the space that the Eye of God originally contained has not disappeared. Instead, it has become very large and can hold a lot of things. It is somewhat similar to the 'Dust Song Pot Cave' in Liyue, which can hold living things.

"Are you all magicians who are proficient in ecological magic?" Atalanta exclaimed in surprise.

“No, that’s not it. Our system is different from this world’s,” Tendo Kisara said with a smile.

To be honest, after learning about the cultivation system of this world from Chaldea, she really felt that this world's system was not very good. Apart from magic being systematic, other cultivation methods were completely incompatible and extremely biased and conservative.

Their world's supernatural system is that of a hexagonal warrior, whose physical body improves equally at each stage and is compatible with any other system, such as martial arts, magic, Yin-Yang techniques, superpowers, divine arts, immortal arts, etc.—anything that exists can be compatible.

As they chatted, they arrived at the rebel fortress camp. Some Yaga were dragging the corpses of monsters back to the camp, while others were patrolling.

In the camp, the elderly and people with missing limbs were doing what they could without any smiles on their faces. The only ones who could show a smile were the children playing around.

Even children only show a fleeting moment of innocent laughter when they are with their friends.

Only the children in the rebel camps could truly experience a sliver of childhood joy. Atalanta hated men and dirty adults, but she was infinitely tolerant of innocent children, and she was even willing to sacrifice herself for them.

This is actually how she heals her childhood wounds.

As a princess, she was abandoned in the forest to fend for herself because the king wanted a son. She was raised by the moon goddess, and everything that happened afterward made her trust and love only children.

The rebels also became more dedicated to protecting children because of her.

Imitating the strong is a survival code rooted in the blood of the Yaga, who are half-human and half-beast. There must be a reason why their leader, who is so much stronger than them, does this. As the weak, they must follow suit.

Atalanta summoned all the rebels and informed them of their impending attack on Moscow to confront the Tsar, as well as their own strength. The Yaga were abuzz with discussion.

"So many old species, they must be just as strong as the leader."

"Of course, after all, I've never heard of any weaker versions of the old species."

"If the leader says it's powerful, then it must be very powerful."

"Finally, we're going to face the Tsar!"

"So that we may no longer be oppressed by the tyranny of the Tsar, for the sake of our children."

"Yes, I've long been prepared to make sacrifices so that the future won't be like this."

"Sacrifice now for the future."

“…” Pazsi stood at the edge of the camp and grinned, then regained his composure. He disliked the rebels, and even more so the Tsar’s tyranny and the bandits who plundered villages and towns.

As for why I don't like the resistance, it's because I once encountered resistance fighters while hunting.

The rebels claimed to be protecting the weak, but when faced with the Tsar's hunters' encirclement and suppression, they would still abandon the village that helped them and flee without hesitation. As soon as the rebels fled, all the Yaga in the village would be slaughtered by the Tsar's hunters.

"Can they really overthrow the Tsar?" Pazsi asked, watching Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others pack up their camp and prepare to march toward Moscow with the rebel army.

He was unaware of the Tsar's power, nor of Fujimaru Ritsuka's power, nor of the power of those new faces from the old guard.

But the Tsar was a monster who ruled Russia for over four hundred years.

Soon, the 30,000 rebels were brought to the nearest flat snowfield and stopped advancing. The Yaga people discussed among themselves.

"I heard magicians say they can conjure up food here, I wonder if it's true."

"It should be true. I've heard that some of the old noble families have magicians who can cultivate grain."

"Will we also be able to eat precious grains like wheat?"

The Pope walked a hundred meters forward: "This used to be fertile farmland, perfect for growing crops."

As he spoke, a scepter appeared in his hand. This scepter was a gift from the gods and would grow stronger as he became stronger. Now the scepter was a divine artifact, possessing complete power, as well as fragments of the power of the seven elements.

As long as he's willing to give elemental power, he can make crops grow on land over a hundred kilometers, let alone ten kilometers.

"Ha!" The Pope raised his scepter high with both hands: "The Lord's gaze is forever upon me!"

hum~

The light of the seven elements emanated from the scepter, the elemental rules spread, and the wind and fire elements formed a hot wind that spread outwards within a ten-kilometer radius.

Suddenly, the ten-kilometer-thick layer of ice and snow melted at a visible speed, forming a rapid current of water.

Splash splash splash splash—

The rules of water and ice elements controlled the water flow to the edge of the land within a ten-kilometer radius, where it quickly condensed into an ice wall one kilometer high. Subsequently, runes of various colors appeared on the ice wall.

A blue barrier, like an inverted giant bowl, covered the land within a ten-kilometer radius, keeping the blizzard completely out.

The elements of grass and water cover a ten-kilometer stretch of land, and greenery continuously sprouts from the barren brown earth, growing ever more abundant.

In the eyes of Fujimaru Ritsuka, the Chaldea members who were broadcasting live from afar, and the Yaga, the rebels, the land in front of them turned into a blue-green field.

The green space rose at a visible speed, as the plants grew wildly, and then, to everyone's astonishment, they blossomed, headed, and withered, forming a golden wheat field.

The aroma of wheat filled the air, a scent the Yaga people had never smelled before.

Meanwhile, in Chaldea, watching the live broadcast from afar.

The Chaldeans had experienced so much and witnessed the awe-inspiring power of the gods, but they had never seen anything like this where nature was altered in the blink of an eye.

"Gods? No, not spirits, but real beings, deities!" Gerdruf stared in disbelief at the live stream.

As a magician, he was well aware of what was happening before his eyes; this power to change nature in an instant was undoubtedly something only the gods of the Age of Gods could possess.

"So this is what they mean by reaching the seventh rank and gaining divine power, while the ninth rank is the 'god among men'?" Gerdruf swallowed hard. "This is practically a direct path to the source..."

"If the Clock Tower still existed, magicians would go crazy."

He hadn't really grasped the significance of their oral retelling of another extraordinary system of 'pan-human history,' but now that he was actually seeing it, he instantly realized that another 'pan-human history' would drive the magician mad.

There's no need to painstakingly pass down one's magic so that descendants hundreds of generations later might be able to reach the source, nor is there a need to conduct various non-human experiments.

If we simply follow the rules of the world step by step, we will definitely be able to reach the 'root'.

For a magician, reaching the 'Source' does not necessarily mean obtaining 'magic'. There are only five major types of magic, and even if one reaches the Source, the chance of obtaining magic is very small.

Reaching the 'Root' means tracing your magic back to its origin and end, becoming a 'Root Magician,' which to some extent is equivalent to mastering divine power.

Now tell a magician that in another 'Pan-Human History,' you can become a god and gain power if you work hard, and you can enter 'Pan-Human History' as long as you find the right method.

Then all magicians would give up searching for the root cause and instead go mad trying to find a way into another pan-human history.

After all, for a magician, finding a way into another pan-human history is far simpler than reaching the source.

"Without a doubt, they have truly reached the realm of the gods and mastered divine powers!" Leonardo da Vinci said excitedly, "When they come to Chaldea for a temporary stay, I must study them."

"This is the power of a god, and it's the power of a human who has evolved to the realm of a god!"

"Emperor Nero has transformed from a Heroic Spirit into a transcendent human. If we find the principle behind it, then all Servants summoned to Chaldea in the future can do the same, thus allowing them to stay in Chaldea and help indefinitely!"

……

it's not finished yet.

call--

Ten kilometers of golden wheat fields were ignited in an instant. The wheat field was completely burned, but the wheat grains, protected by the water element, were not burned. Instead, they were cooked by the flames and became roasted wheat grains.

The aroma of roasted wheat spread, and the Yaga people, who had never smelled wheat before, kept swallowing their saliva.

Greenery sprouted again from the ashes of the burned land. Slender blades of grass wove together to form burlap sacks, which were filled with roasted wheat grains, quickly piling up into several small hills tens of meters high.

Finally, a bracelet appeared in the Pope's hand, and a silver light flashed across the mountain of fried wheat, which then vanished on the spot.

Space equipment can be crafted once you reach Tier 6 and comprehend the space-type 'Divine Wisdom'. The 'Cave Heaven Immortal Techniques' of the Liyue Immortals have long been one of the mainstream methods for cultivating space-type knowledge.

"Is it a god?" A rebel leader asked, his voice trembling as he recovered from the shock.

"They are gods! They are not human! They are gods!"

"We have gods!"

For the Yaga people, changing things at will is certainly not divine.

"The Russian Orthodox Church is also a branch of Christianity, but unfortunately the world has almost forgotten the Bible." The Pope sighed as he looked at the shocked werewolf faces.

"Take it. The food in the spatial bracelet is enough for the Yaga to use for half a month." The Pope handed the bracelet to Atalanta. That last move had used up one-tenth of his elemental power, and it would take at least three hours to fully restore it.

“Thank you…” Atalanta took a deep breath and accepted the spatial bracelet. 'God of the Human World', it really is a 'god', a 'human god' who wields divine power in a human body.

"As expected of the Pope, he only took such a short time," Eleanor exclaimed. "If I were to do it, it would take at least three times longer."

"I only borrowed the power of the artifact. Without it, I am far inferior to Miss Irene." The Pope humbly said, retracting his scepter into his body. Although he was the Pope, his status was equivalent to that of a Seraphim.