Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Even though they could easily harvest a large number of fragile lives, for humanity itself, for each individual, life is undoubtedly the most precious treasure in the world, without exception!

however--

Who can ignore the faith that sacrifices one's life? Who can disregard the actions of humanity, like a river, advancing one after another for an ideal?

Who can—

To cruelly utter such cold words as, 'Your actions are meaningless'?

Vlad III Tsepesch and Accardo suddenly exclaimed in unison, "How pitiful—no! Honorable warriors!!" x2 They felt pity for them, amazement at them, and awe for them, and believed that pity was unacceptable, for it would be a desecration of their bravery.

The piercing expert understands this belief best.

Because he was a man who valued glory more than life itself, he understood that at such times, any act of pity was wrong.

Vlad III: "Well done...as expected of Lscariot!!"

Please allow him to offer the highest tribute to such a respectable group of opponents.

But—even so...

He will still win!! Only with even more brutal and powerful force, he will crush these people! Shatter their dreams! This is what a trial storm, a monarch, and an enemy should do! However—just as the Piercing Duke was preparing to unleash the Extreme Execution King once again.

Two clergy members who were always by the priest's side had already taken out the prop from his arms—Helena's Holy Nail—at his signal.

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Chapter 91 Vlad: Helena the Holy Nail? Thank goodness, it's not Longinus!

Vlad III was unfamiliar with this "specialty" of the world, but he instantly sensed the danger and peculiar aura emanating from it.

'So what are you going to do next! Father, you're at your wit's end!' Alucard, whose body was slowly being repaired and who was now only a head, had been watching this unexpected battle with great enthusiasm!

He watched with great joy as those shining human souls rushed toward the heroic spirit Vlad III, as if he were seeing those souls rushing toward 'himself', preparing to 'defeat' him.

Ah, actually, it's not wrong to say it that way.

He and that Vlad are the same person.

Such a beautiful scene made him suppress his longing and his desire to unleash his true nature, and he looked forward to what even more wonderful things the priest and the others could bring him.

Is that our trump card? Is it the Vatican's ultimate secret weapon?

If I'm not mistaken, this was originally intended for him.

As a long-time rival, the Vatican couldn't possibly be unaware that it's utterly impossible to truly defeat them with mere numbers—something utterly meaningless.

"Father, do we really have to do this?" one of the clergymen, holding the box of holy relics, asked through gritted teeth.

They were halfway through their charge when the priest informed them of the next battle plan using a coded signal and instructed them to cooperate fully!

But it was only after learning what they were holding that the Catholics, who were no longer afraid of death, began to fear and resist what was to come. Their own lives were irrelevant; what mattered was the priest's sacrifice, and even the ultimate stripping of his humanity.

Such an ending, even if it's on the path to falling in the trials of God, is far too cruel!

Andersen: "Proceed according to plan! Pierce it into my heart!!"

"Father!!!"

Finally, the other party opened the box, revealing the relics inside.

Piercing Man: "A nail?"

At that moment, Vlad III didn't see Accardo, whose face had completely changed color. All his expectations had vanished in an instant, as if he had been utterly betrayed. That, that was—!

In the sacred celestial realm, the Virgin Mary spoke for the first time: "It is the breath of the Lord..."

Suddenly, a look of sorrow and pity appeared on the Virgin Mary's face, and the overflowing holy light was full of maternal radiance. She even subconsciously glanced at the night on the throne.

Even if they are the masters of other worlds, they are their masters now... As long as the legend of the Trinity is to be completed, that legend will inevitably be born, or perhaps it has already happened. Think about it carefully, hasn't the other side already descended to earth as a human?

Jesus—no, he should be called Satan Jesus now, the savior who descended from heaven to earth—would be pierced through the body by Saint Longinus with a spear.

After Good Friday—these sacred relics, born from the blood of God, will later become renowned holy artifacts in the biblical mythological system.

Helena's Holy Nail is named as such.

This is because, according to legend, Helena, the mother of the Roman Emperor Constantine I, traveled to Jerusalem on a pilgrimage between 326 and 328 AD and discovered the True Cross, the site of Jesus' crucifixion. She brought the nails from the True Cross back to Rome; these nails, later known as the Holy Nails of Helena, numbered fourteen in total.

And now-

Alucard suddenly bit his lip and, with an unbearable gnashing of his teeth, uttered the true name of the relic.

"The Shroud of Turin... the Holy Grail... the Spear of Longinus. (All the other relics have been lost, and then lastly—). The last relic to disappear from Rome." Andersen said in a deep voice, "That's right...!"

Acado, his conjecture confirmed, exclaimed sharply: "The lingering scent of a miracle... Helenas-nali!"

Andersen: "That's it!... Now, let's get started!"

When Andersen gave the order, another clergyman took out the relics from the box.

Legend has it that there were fourteen sacred nails, but surprisingly, the Vatican still possesses one. Is it a recovered nail or a previously undiscovered fifteenth?

None of that matters anymore. What matters is that, according to the Hellsong worldview, everything related to gods and miracles is a curse-like power.

The consequence of humans touching miracles is inevitably misfortune; they will be reduced to monsters and forever lose their souls.

Clearly, Vlad III, being a Christian and possessing a wealth of information about human history that he had learned upon becoming a Heroic Spirit, understood exactly what the "Holy Nail of Helena" was! His expression changed! The expressions of the Heroic Spirits in heaven also changed! Saints and saints naturally all knew what the Holy Nail of Helena was.

Especially things that can be associated with God.

In the Type-Moon universe, something that could potentially destroy the world would be enough to trigger PTSD.

Such as the Ark of the Covenant...............!

Things like the Holy Grail—if not properly addressed, they become singularities.

Even the Holy Grail, a fabricated legend and a product of the third magic constructed by magicians, caused countless troubles and created numerous world lines during the Holy Grail War.

Although according to the information that the Lord had instilled in them before they came, the mystery of this world was very low, and even the holy relics related to the Lord, no matter how powerful, should have some limits.

Vlad: "Thank goodness, it was just Helena's Holy Nail. What the opponent pulled out wasn't the Spear of Longinus!"

If it were that god-slaying spear—even the god-slaying spear of this low-mystical world—Vlad III would have immediately asked the gods for permission to retire without a second thought.

After all, it was a gun that had killed a god; he had no right to die under the same gun as a god.

But since they're just nails on a cross, they're still Heroic Spirits who were chosen by the Lord and received legendary corrections and local enhancements, so they shouldn't fail, right?!

But the thought that the Lord was watching from above, and what if this thing, like a Heroic Spirit, could also receive a Legendary Correction? Or perhaps the source of the correction was right above him, made Vlad III go numb for a moment. Beneath his calm and collected demeanor, no one could see his heart pounding faster.

On the other side, Alucard cried out, "Stop! Catholic! Are you going to abandon your soul and become a monster? An eternal vessel with the power of God?"

His emotions were somewhat excessive, quite heavy and intense, even painful.

After all, seeing this scene would remind him of everything that had happened to him.

How happy he was! When he learned that in another world, he himself—in the name of the Dragon King—had defended his honor and dignity as a human to the very end, never bowing down to choose the path of a monster like him until his death, how joyful and inspired he was!

He was like a child, genuinely wanting to laugh, to laugh out loud, and to praise this wonderful night.

But--?

But... now—!

P.S.: This chapter was yesterday's update, but it didn't post. Sorry.

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Chapter 92 Suicide will not get you to heaven. God: Behold the true miracles of God!

The path the priest was about to embark on seemed to have suddenly shattered his beautiful dream.

The nightmarish scene was telling him that in the end—'everything will still turn into a battle between monsters!'

If even the radiant brilliance of the human soul denies the possibilities of humanity.

'Lord, I beg you...stop him! Stop your faithful follower—! Don't let him become a weak...monster like me!' A sorrowful gaze appeared in Alucard's eyes. That gaze felt strangely familiar to Vlad, whose attention had been drawn by the agitated voice, and for a moment he was in a daze, as if he had remembered something.

Is that—'sorrow'?

Is this vampire—no—this man 'sorrowful' at the possibility that the Catholic might soon transform into a monster?

That feeling reminded Vlad of how history had misunderstood him as Dracula, the vampire who symbolized the dragon prince, yet he himself bore that stigma until his death. The sorrow of not being understood by people... although the sorrow of the man before him was not the same as his own.

But one

Compared to innocent monsters, for a true warrior to willingly abandon their humanity and become a monster represents an immense sacrifice...

Judging others by one's own standards—Vlad III, who valued glory more than life, could not have been too harsh to consider it the cruelest divine punishment in the world.

Driven by inexplicable emotions, Vlad III finally spoke, also trying to stop him: "Stop, Catholic... Using the remains of that miracle means... you also intend to become the remains of that miracle? To die intact as a warrior is an honor. There is no need to abandon your proud soul for the sake of trials."

"Besides—if you want to relieve God's worries, then go and end humanity's final trial as a human!" Anderson was somewhat moved by these words, but his expression remained calm and unwavering.

The man, as imposing as an iron tower, looked calmly at Vlad III with an unprecedentedly firm will.

Everyone has their own way of surviving, and everyone has their own thoughts about living in this world.

Andrewson: "Perhaps you're right..."

Alucard: "Then give up... You and us—the three of us, our battle, driving us to the very end of hell. Don't so easily try to destroy everything you have! Human. Don't become a monster like me."

Accardo's expression became incredibly complex and somber halfway through his speech.

However—Andrewson did not respond to the two again, but in the silent, cold wind, he suddenly began to say those words: "I am merely a gunsword."

His voice was slow—yet unwavering in its resolve—as he silently watched Accardo and Vlad III.

"Just a gun and sword that bears divine punishment."

"I wish I were born to be a storm."

"I wish I were born into danger."

"I wish to be born to be destroyed."

“I wish I had been born without blood or tears, but only a merciless hurricane.” Father Andersen—his hoarse voice held a calm yet irresistible magic.

"Some are born to walk in the light, but I wish to be born in the darkness... To be a hero who triumphs over humanity's final trial? Such immense glory is not what we seek—in this darkness, there must always be those who act to spread God's will."

He had grown accustomed to being a traitor, to being Judas Escarius.

People like him would rather bear all the evil in this world like the Lord, and follow the same path as the Lord, than be a hero!