Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

[Smell the charming aroma of blood]

You try your best to suppress the urge to suck blood in your body.

Your time is already running out.

If it weren't for your unwavering willpower that even the gods admire, you wouldn't be able to resist this urge for blood.

"How ironic! A man who fears the infinite extension of humanity seeks infinite time to resolve his fear."

White mist came out of Moran's mouth.

He looked at Roa who was lying on the ground and transformed into a Dead Apostle.

There was only the purest murderous intent in his heart.

His eyes transformed into the golden pupils that symbolized the True Ancestor royal family, and the whites of his eyes were scarlet as if they had been poured with blood.

Like the bloodthirsty eyes of a Rakshasa demon.

This man had already been walking on a tightrope, knowing that if he took action again and drew blood—

They will fall into purgatory from which there is no escape.

Even so, he still wanted to kill this Dead Apostle.

“Guga——!”

Luo Ya had no way to move at all.

The world changed in an instant.

As if he was bearing the terrifying weight of the universe, he was unable to move an inch in this confined space.

[Perhaps it’s because he has become a dead apostle.]

Or maybe you are on the verge of going berserk.

[Luo Ya raised his arms under the heavy pressure]

He tried to create magic to break free from this invisible cage.

"The magic base—the ether—doesn't exist...!?"

[Roya shows a terrified expression]

[It was as if I had witnessed something horrifying and beyond common sense, a situation that shouldn't exist in this world.]

"Wait! This magic doesn't work. It's not a matter of running out of mana! It's the order itself that's incomplete! This is simply—!"

[Roya feels his death approaching]

The True Ancestor King's furious aura continued to swell, and his terrifying aura instantly spread throughout the Millennium City.

[Instantly, the space seemed to shatter]

The bodies of the True Ancestors trembled with instinctive fear, as if recalling six hundred years ago.

[Everyone knows, something is changing]

"I see—this is the being that formed the celestial bodies! Moran Brunstad! The King of the True Ancestors! Do you even grasp this? The Pantheon I envisioned! The origin that led to my downfall! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo—!"

[Roya seemed to have glimpsed a new world]

[Even facing the pressure of the simulated universe, he is not afraid, but instead smiles with ecstasy like a madman]

【Worship, awe, desire, madness】

[All kinds of emotions are attached to Luo Ya, he opens his eyes wide as if he wants to see everything you show].

Chapter 71: The Final Destination of the Voyage [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly pass!]

"Ohhhhh—Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

There is absolutely no mistake—there is absolutely no mistake in my theory!"

The desperate Dead Apostles laughed wildly with joy.

The next second, the entire simulated world was torn apart by sharp claws.

There was a sound like something breaking.

Pfft——! !

Luo Ya shattered into pieces like an exploding water ball, turning into a pool of scattered and withered scarlet blood.

Cut, twist, compress.

Just like recalling past killings.

Moran killed the dead disciple with one blow, and there was no chance that the opponent would survive this move.

The torn world dissipated and melted.

Originally, it was a fantasy attached to the world, and now that the result has been achieved, there is only one way for it to disappear.

There were no signs of fighting in the corridor.

There was only strange, bright red blood.

[Without a doubt, the battle was ended by you in an instant]

[This is not difficult for you. The real difficulty is the uncontrollable urge to suck blood after using the power.]

[Not only that, you also have to face the Fallen True Ancestor]

The Fallen True Ancestor, having sucked Roa's blood, still craves blood. His madness is no different from yours.

"Oh, you're here after all..."

Moran sniffed the strong smell of blood in the air.

The field of vision was gradually eroded by vermilion.

The walls, the ground, and even the sky were all red.

This is a world where even the moonlight glows blood red.

“Gu-Gah-!”

You rely on your tenacity to suppress your roar.

The creaking sound of the spine reached its peak, as if the bones were being sawed off.

[Blood vessels throughout the body are dilating]

[A chaotic memory is stained red with blood, as if even the last pure white memory will be tainted]

[Only this——]

There is absolutely no way to compromise.

You pounce upon the Fallen True Ancestor before you and begin to slaughter him. Just as you have done for thousands of years, you crush and destroy him with the most powerful and violent force, grinding the blood and souls of your compatriots into slag.

[Faced with the completely corrupted compatriots who exploded with power]

You can no longer suppress your power.

The blood in my body began to rise, and my rationality on the surface also dissipated and was buried.

No matter what you do, there's no hope.

「──If that’s the case, then let’s destroy everything.」

The blood-sucking urge triggers a murderous intent that is almost joyful.

"King! You! Have you fallen?!"

"You slaughtered the priest of the Burial Agency! And your fellow citizens who were in deep sleep! Gu! Your blood-sucking urge!"

"Quick! Everyone retreat!"

[The True Ancestors arrived at the scene first]

What they saw was an extremely terrifying scene.

[My compatriots, stained with blood, died in your hands]

By a hand. So easily, so mercilessly, like an ant.

[The deceased's head was grasped by invisible hands and crushed in the air, blood and brain matter smeared on the wall like paint]

"Repel him! Before he completely falls! We still have a chance to kill him! He is no longer our king!"

"Quick! Turn Elquet into a complete weapon!"

"Emotions and intellect are a burden. She was originally created as a weapon by us! Now that the king has fallen, there is no other way!"

[Noisy shouting is heard continuously]

[Unpleasant words are very annoying]

In memories constantly stained by blood, you strive to keep madness away from that pure white image.

[Golden red devil eyes stare at the True Ancestors surrounding him]

[Originally, this is what I thought at the beginning]

If they were to fall completely and die, these True Ancestors would undoubtedly uphold their original principles.

[That is to make Elquet a weapon]

How could I possibly approve of such a thing?!

[From the moment I met Zelrich, I decided to take advantage of this depravity and madness.]

“Ha, haha ...!”

Answering the Madness of Consciousness

The current situation is as clear as a bolt from the blue.

Let this pathetic race called the True Ancestor end here, and remove the last obstacle to my beloved daughter in this world—

[A sudden enlightenment makes the cells happy! ]

【All these noisy sounds are unnecessary! 】

[So kill him, kill him quickly!]

[I'm betting on the blood flow of the past three thousand years to get rid of these troublesome guys as soon as possible!]

【Only killing is on my mind!】

“Crazy! Crazy! Get out of here! Aa ...

"Moran Brunstad! He's crazy! I'm your last compatriot! Stop! I—!"

"Stop! I haven't—!"

The True Ancestors were so terrified that they didn't even dare to think of resisting.

The imaginary images he used were as fragile as thin paper in front of him, and there was no chance for the light body to appear.

He was strangled to death by the True Ancestor King.

The killing skills that have been used to slaughter the True Ancestors for thousands of years are here.

"Alquette...Altluci...At least...when the deadline comes...everything must be cleared up!"

Only a trace of self remains in the crazy consciousness.

The True Ancestors had no way to escape from those golden eyes, as if the whole world was crumbling.

No matter how much you kill, it's not enough.

Even in his madness, he can perform heroic feats and magic beyond human wit, making him nearly invincible.

"...You covet my throne...you fear my principles...you have long been eager to wield your butcher knives, haven't you? Ridiculous! Ridiculous! The history of the True Ancestor Clan does not need you to continue it!"

Moran was bathed in a pool of blood.

The ground was littered with shattered limbs and bones.

They were all his former compatriots.

There are still a few True Ancestors who have not been completely killed. They know in despair that they cannot escape from this castle.