Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 83 - : I Live in This World as a Human

Crack—!

[The sound of shattering echoes, though when it started is unknown]

[The holy barrier, eroded by the cold wave, is about to collapse]

[Although it is also composed of principles, its continuous output is clearly inferior to this cursed cold wave]

[Vlov's fighting spirit has not diminished]

[Through a few brief exchanges with you, he knows that you are an insurmountable undefeated wall]

"Ah, True Ancestor, if it weren't for being in this town, I surely wouldn't be able to fight you to this extent. It seems I am favored by luck!"

[The vampire's lips curl up]

[He sees your intention to protect the town]

[His upright appearance transforms into that of a hideous beast, like a hungry wolf that has caught the scent of blood]

[He is convinced he has a chance of victory]

"The strongest, even if it changes a thousand times, will not deviate; you are just like that! Protecting the human town like this, yet still able to spare the effort to fight me to this day! This gap could be called a chasm, but it is also the luck I possess!"

[Vlov, unlike before when he could not move freely]

[However, he can still use principles to construct ice spears and fire them like bullets]

[To prevent further harm from expanding]

[You choose to close the distance between you and Vlov, using close combat to defeat him as quickly as possible]

[The vampire's spear contains a curse]

[Even concept-level defenses have the power to fight back. On this cold snowy field, the sound of spears and swords clashing resonates]

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

[The result of such close combat]

[Vlov undoubtedly faces defeat]

[Piercing through the chest, severing the wrist, splitting the skull]

[The golden magic sword inflicts damage mercilessly]

[In theory, a being like the twenty-seven ancestors, as long as they are killed, can regenerate in an instant]

[However, he does not regenerate]

[Not because of the properties imposed by the golden magic sword, but due to the impact of the swordsmanship itself on him]

"What is this...?"

Vlov observes the injuries on his body.

He notices that it is not that he cannot regenerate at all, but rather that the process is so slow it is almost negligible.

[The frenzied vampire becomes excited]

[Not out of anger or hatred]

[The joy that had long been frozen is awakened once more]

"True Ancestor, you say your personal interest is to act as a proxy! But where did you put the restraint that a believer should have!? This swordsmanship is crafted by dead apostles to kill dead apostles, right?"

"Ho? I originally thought you were a barbarian, but I didn't expect you to have some understanding of such swordsmanship."

Moran raises an eyebrow as he swings his sword.

It is clear that his words confirm Vlov's suspicions.

[The vampire's past is awakened]

[Like a beastly dead apostle, he seems to revert to the knight who once protected the king]

"Twenty-fifth ancestor, the sword monk Be'ze.

I once studied under him. In terms of swordsmanship—your skills are far above his... True Ancestor! How many dead apostles and ancestors have you killed up to now?!"

[Vlov roars out loud]

[The clash of weapons creates a thunderous sound that shatters rocks]

[In terms of swordsmanship and strength, you clearly have the upper hand over Vlov, and his miscalculation leads him to fall into despair once more]

"Ha, the principle of the sword of the twenty-fifth ancestor!

Did you even shatter and take this principle away?! As a True Ancestor, you choose to stand on the side of humanity! This is simply a disaster!"

Vlov's expression grows increasingly troubled.

At first glance, he resembles a patient deeply afflicted by illness.

"I protect because I am human. Moreover, no one stipulates that a True Ancestor cannot like humanity.

As for dead apostles and ancestors, I have long since killed to the point of numbness; when the number exceeded a thousand, I stopped counting. The twenty-fifth ancestor was indeed one I killed. His principle Idea Blood is quite interesting, but there is still room for improvement in swordsmanship."

Moran responds with ease.

Like a teacher who shares everything with a student, he kindly lets the vampire know what kind of opponent he is fighting against.

He did not join the burial organization through anything else.

It was through solid achievements.

Since the establishment of the Holy Church in the first year of the Western calendar.

They would prepare and implement for a hundred years to seal an ancestor, but only succeeded twice.

[The Principle of Limbs] and [The Principle of Melting]

For a thousand years, the church has only sealed two ancestors.

Now looking at Moran's side.

Long before he came to France to become the town's father, he had already hunted down the seventh ancestor, Einnashe, and the twenty-fifth ancestor, the sword monk Be'ze.

Everyone in the church knows.

There is an extremely terrifying monster in the burial organization.

Moran's family background and lineage are without issue.

People in the church even once regarded him as a divine child.

Even if he chooses to become a proxy, the cardinals of the church do not dare to interfere too much.

[The holy barrier continues to rumble]

[The transparent walls have been dyed deep black]

[The sound it makes when shattering is as piercing as the cries of a creature on the brink of death]

[It has reached its limit]

[The barrier walls suddenly shatter, and the cold wave capable of eroding planets immediately spreads outward]

[You immediately give the order]

["My royal army, protect the civilians! We must not let the freezing curse take away the fire of life from us!"]

[The entire Pelasgi army receives the command]

[Soldiers and priests form a square formation to resist the curse, countering it with the will that has been passed down since the age of gods]

[To protect the people to the greatest extent possible]

[Although you are a True Ancestor who has taken countless lives, you are also a king who leads thousands and cares for your subjects, and now you are a priest guiding the lost lambs of the world]

[You have never denied any part of your life]

[King, True Ancestor, Priest, Hero]

[You accept and encompass all experiences, and it is precisely because of this that you can become that dazzling light]

[None of these experiences are in conflict with each other]

[A cold wave with a wind speed of 160 kilometers per hour surges]

[You release the Breath of the Planet to stop the cold wave as much as possible, minimizing the burden on the military forces within the city]

[The raging cold wave only concentrates in one area]

[As the battle reaches this point—]

[Vlov is nearly at the end of his rope]

[The silver-white spear shatters in the battle with you, and what he now holds is a slightly smaller spear]

[The lines on his left hand and right leg have been severed]

[You rely on the pseudo-Mystic Eyes of Death Perception to drain a large amount of his vitality; even if Vlov uses blood to restore his form, it is likely that the functions of his hands and feet cannot be restored]

[The blood within him has already run dry]

[Moreover, with multiple sword wounds that cannot heal, even if left unattended, he will self-destruct]

[But you do not intend to let it be]

[You plan to personally send this vampire on his final journey]

[Not only to protect the town in the safest way but also to acknowledge that principle Idea Blood]

"—Ahhhhhhh!!"

Vlov's lines are severed once more.

He falls to the ground, rolling in agony.

A torrential ice rain falls, yet not a single drop can hit the swiftly approaching Moran.

[Even at this point]

[He still does not give up struggling]

[The black spear tip exposed after shedding its silver shell gathers curses, intending to unleash a final desperate strike]

[At the moment when the golden magic sword and the spear are about to collide]

[A dazzling aurora radiates from the center of the town]

[Vlov seems to sense something and once again falls into an incomprehensible frenzy]

"——That ritual! That aura! And your hideous mystic eye!

So it is! Have I been deceived once again!? You too! Others too! Everywhere are cunning snakes...!"

[Vlov reveals a flaw due to his madness]

[This is undoubtedly the most fatal in the battle against you]

[The golden sword tip pierces the point in the vampire's chest, as if easily puncturing a thin layer of paper]

[Then, the pain from the point pierced by the blade]

[Gradually spreads throughout his body]

"Die! Die! Die!

How can I be schemed by a snake again! How can I be defeated by him once more... Ahhhhhhh——!!"

[It is a dying roar that pierces the sky]

[His life is being erased along with the golden magic sword, and the cold disappears from this world]

[The temperature instantly returns to its original state]

[The frost covering the town and streets begins to melt]

[Another of the twenty-seven ancestors has been slain by you]

[Just like when dealing with Chromclay, you also extracted the principle Idea Blood left within Vlov]

[Although he died without knowing the name of the principle]

[You named it——the Principle of Freezing]

[At the moment you named the principle, something contained within it was conveyed]

[It is the memory of a knight——]

[The knight wronged on the snowy plains was exiled by the nation, banished to the extreme cold of the northern sea, and his memories of life were only of cold and a thirst for warmth]

[The one who saved the decayed man was a woman who had turned away from both humanity and her fellow dead apostles, like rotting wood]

[The man's loyalty to his lord was like an ice wall that would never melt]

[However, the frostbite of the man's soul remained unhealed]

[Becoming a dead apostle could not cure it]

[In the end, under the instigation and deception of a vile snake, the man erased his only sunlight to escape the cold]

[The knight killed his most beloved lord]

"Vlov Arkhangel..."

Moran sees everything through the principle Idea Blood.

He understands his past experiences.

The essence of this principle Idea Blood is coldness and betrayal, as well as long-term drifting and endless regret.

He is both a victim and a perpetrator.

This trip to France was not to join the ritual, but simply to slay the vile snake of evil.

The knight who mistakenly killed his lord is filled with remorse.

He can only carry the burden of revenge as his purpose.

"In front of the principle Idea Blood, luck seems to have little effect. This guy is also aiming for Roa, but he actually thinks he can solve the extreme cold with True Ancestor blood..."

Moran places the heart containing the principle Idea Blood into the shadow.

He will take good care of this precious item.

"How sad, the nineteenth ancestor, if you had not been deceived by the snake, you would surely still be a loyal and noble knight. Even if you obtained my heart, in the end, you still could not cure your cold."

Moran shakes his head with regret.

Even the blood of a True Ancestor cannot save him.

From the moment Vlov chose to murder his lord to obtain the principle Idea Blood, his life entered a countdown to destruction.

"However, you and I still have a common topic; that snake is indeed too much of an eyesore."

A hint of coldness appears in Moran's eyes.

He could once be said to be a knight of Brunestud.

It is precisely because of this resonance that he can check Vlov's principle Idea Blood as he just did.

[The blood-red dome covering the sky has not yet faded]

[The brilliance of the ritual still exists]

"Ah, it really took me quite some effort!

Finally dealt with this damned binding technique, and now, I can finally start the first step of the ritual!"

Elesia opens her arms, revealing a joyful smile.

The bracelet on her right wrist has been dyed a pitch-black color, devoid of any previous sanctity.

Instead, it resembles a depiction of evil.

"Humans instinctively fear the unknown, even True Ancestors who surpass humanity are no exception. However, even beings with profound research into the mysterious, no matter how long-lived, cannot fundamentally experience death when returning to nothingness!"

Elesia's eyes are as crimson as blood.

At this moment, they reflect the visage of Arcueid.

Between the two are dozens of iron chains, with Altrouge appearing as a boundary line.

"True Ancestor Princess, you gain great power by rejecting death, but at the same time, you create weakness! You, who evade death, and I, who accept death! Are completely different existences!"

Elesia's smile is filled with delight.

Her spirit is increasingly approaching Roa, and the magical knowledge and theories she receives are growing more abundant.

The joy originating from Roa is also synchronized.

"This is precisely the essential difference between you and Michael Roa Valdamjong ! I now live as a human in this world, and you, these isolated undead, have no right to punish me!"

Elesia begins to mobilize her blood to initiate the ritual.

A grand drama is about to unfold.

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