Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

The things before my eyes were breaking, and a stabbing pain was wandering through my body.

Aiwen realized that this time the enemy was probably very compatible with him, and for the first time, the Demon Eye was so excited that it could not be suppressed.

Aiwen looked straight at the sky outside the window. Blue lines spread across the world. In the dim night sky, a blue crow was flying.

It hovered outside the castle without any concealment, its empty gaze constantly observing the inside of the house.

"Although I feel that there is something subtly wrong with this world, it doesn't matter. I finally found you, the True Ancestor's princess."

The crow landed on the balcony railing, tilted its neck, and looked at Elquet with one eye.

"Your appearance differs from what your colleagues have said. Is there a mistake? It's pointless to change the appearance of an execution machine."

"It's none of your business, rude fellow."

The disgusted tone was completely different from that of the silly girl who usually smiled. Her red eyes also changed to golden color. The oppressive force unique to the top hunter filled the entire space.

"Although you are my domestic animal, I still grant you grace at this moment. Tell me your name. If you still have any dignity as an individual, please refrain from any mean behavior."

"Ah."

The blue crow fell silent. Even though he had no fear of the True Ancestor, his body as a Dead Apostle seemed to still remember the horror from the Blood Moon.

"...Of course, the etiquette before the battle must not be forgotten. I will tell you my name."

After a long time, the crow came to its senses. It spread its wings and lowered its head, as if it was saluting in the bird's way.

"The name of the past is long forgotten. Now I am known as Nero Chaos, the Immortal Chaos, one of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors."

"There are still some annoying bugs biting tonight. Let me clean them up first. See you tomorrow night, Executioner."

"When the time comes, I will defeat you. That omnipotent factor that transcends all things will help me reach a higher level and become the greatest creature!"

After saying this, the crow began to flap its wings. It had completed its entire mission and there was no need to stay.

But—"Whoosh."

It was an extremely fast blow, without any murderous intent, and it cut across the crow's body like an antelope's horn, leaving a dark blue mark.

"?"

There was no time to react, not even the reaction before the reaction, and the crow died just like any other bird.

Its body was reduced to a meaningless mass of mud, its black and white texture reminiscent of parched earth.

"Aiwen?"

Elquet retracted her majestic expression, approached with doubt, and looked up at those beautiful and bottomless eyes.

"It's okay, I'm just in a bad mood."

Ignoring the constant, tidal burning sensation in his brain, Aiwen looked towards the town at the foot of the mountain.

"Kaos said he was being hindered tonight. Do you understand what that means, Elquet?"

"Of course, I'll come too."

The princess tossed her hair loose from her shoulders and smiled a battle-like smile.

"Whether as your assistant or as the executioner of the Dead Apostles, I have no business waiting for them to challenge me."

Chapter 90: Battle!

Late at night, Misaki Town had fallen silent. The aftermath of the recent murder case was still lingering, and no one dared to go out.

Even 24-hour stores have chosen to close for the day. After all, employees would rather quit than work the night shift, and bosses also have to consider the costs.

In such an environment, one of the few brightly lit buildings is the only religious building in the town - Goda Church.

The church at this time was no longer as deserted as before, but was now filled with fully armed elite agents.

"Hey, how's the preparation for the Holy Scripture going? This time, our target isn't a Dead Apostle, but a member of the Ancestors. Speed up the sewing."

"Yes!"

A man in specially made monastic robes patrolled back and forth, occasionally directing the writing of scriptures and the modification of armaments. He was in a hurry and did not dare to slack off for a moment.

"Report, the inscription of the Negative Healing Scripture is complete! Next, we will begin transcribing the Angel Blessing Scripture."

"Very good. Sew the angel's blessing scripture onto the monastic robe, one layer on the inside and two layers on the outside. Remember to cover it completely, leaving no gaps."

"Sir, the black keys and baptismal crosses have been distributed to everyone, three sets of twenty each."

"Alright, tell those Black Key fanatics that these are secondary weapons and projectiles. The primary weapon must be 7.62mm bullets inscribed with prayers. Even if everyone dies, they must fire at least rounds before they die!"

"What about the Secret History Department? Has any support arrived?"

"No, there are no large churches in this country. Support needs to be airlifted from the country, which is too late."

"Asshole, that's why a country founded by atheists is trouble!"

"..."

"..."

The whole Hetian Church was filled with noise and bustle, and it was like a rural market. Everyone was busy doing what they could without stopping.

Unlike inside the house, several seemingly idle figures outside the door were leaning against the gate, communicating vigilantly and lazily.

"I'm sorry, Acting Priest, but this is all the help and supplies we can offer. Our inventory of holy books has been depleted, and we're running low on funds."

"Don't blame yourself, Sister. Having a place to rest and prepare for battle is enough. You know, I was already prepared to camp in the wild."

Vistano sincerely comforted Zhou Lai Weijia who was blaming herself.

He never expected that he would meet such devout nuns in the Japanese countryside where there was not even a large branch.

According to his understanding, most of the church members in remote areas are idlers who just occupy their positions and do nothing. Even the twisted priest next to him can be considered capable in his opinion.

Although there is no faith at all, what is needed now is a warrior who wields a sharp blade. As a warrior, Bunbei Yongli is qualified.

Facing the gaze from Vistano, Wen Bingyongli smiled politely, but the only response he got was a look of disgust from the blond young man.

Although it may sound a bit boastful, Westino believes that he is a very humane and normal person in the church.

So compared to this beastly priest, he prefers the simple boy he rescued a few hours ago.

"Speaking of that young man, he should have conveyed his message by now, right?"

Westino was somewhat worried, not only because of the guilt of driving an ordinary person into the dark world, but more because he was worried about whether he could bring the person along if he was asked to.

"I counted on the magician, but I never thought that this day would come for me."

Holding the cross on his chest, Westino felt a little ridiculous.

Although he himself belongs to the tolerant faction, the church and the magic association are basically in opposition. It is a joke to expect support from magicians.

"But there's nothing we can do. The gap in strength is simply too great. Furthermore, those fools who came first dared to confront the filth of the ancestors, and instead destroyed hundreds of agents who could have been used."

Thinking of this, Westino felt depressed and wanted to laugh.

Even he only intended to investigate the reason why the True Ancestor was dispatched, but those guys who overestimated their own capabilities actually thought they could complete the hunt, but he was still one step behind!

But when he arrived, it was already over. He only had good news and bad news.

The good news is that they didn't disturb the True Ancestor, the bad news is that they did to the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles.

When Westino heard this information, he really wanted to faint. There was only one thought in his mind.

"How can we develop a good church with these idiots?"

But it was too late. Zu had already noticed them. Running away was tantamount to suicide. Holding on and confronting would allow them to die with dignity.

"But it's not completely hopeless. If we can attract the True Ancestor's attention..."

"But the prerequisite is that we don't get crushed instantly. We have to at least delay until the True Ancestor appears."

"As for the Fifth Magician's successor and the witch of Mainster, I hope they'll be willing to contribute. After all, they should understand the principle of "the lips and the teeth are cold."

Taking a deep breath, Westino could only rely on the two men's self-respect as supervisors of the spiritual land.

"Quack quack!"

The cries of crows could be heard in the distance, and the temple barrier set up around the church clearly felt the invasion of unclean things.

A silent alarm sounded, and the Hetian Church suddenly became quiet.

No one spoke anymore. There was only the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, the clink of ammunition being loaded, and the sound of footsteps in neat formation.

The originally warm atmosphere disappeared without a trace, leaving only the cold determination to rush to death.

The gate opened, and all the agents in uniform dispersed and headed for the nodes arranged in advance, where they would use their flesh and blood bodies to intercept the Chaos Beasts.

"Sister Weijia, you can stay in the church. You don't have to come with us."

Vistano stopped the nun and left her with another order.

"Your mission is to record the situation on the battlefield and tell it in detail to those who may come to support us."

"...Yes, I will follow your orders."

Sister Weijia clenched her hands, sensing that Vistano had left, and that this great man had also taken the field personally.

She could only bend down silently and pray for her colleagues who were on the front line.

A moment later, the roar of gunfire and the howling of numerous wild beasts resounded through the night sky, but under the protection of the temple's barrier, no sound leaked out.

With the residents of Misaki Town unaware of anything, the duel that will determine their fate begins.

Even during the battle, many wild beasts were still wandering in the city. Among them was a blue crow circling in the sky. As if it had discovered something, it turned around and flew towards a hillside outside the city.

After about half an hour, the crow's life was completely gone.

At the same time, two figures rode the moonlight and headed straight for the church.

Chapter 91 Leaping Under the Moon

"Aiwen, do you know anything about the dead apostle just now?"

In the air, Elquet jumped while ignoring gravity, and asked the important people around her, with an unexpectedly serious expression on her beautiful face.

"...What I know may be different from yours and won't affect the battle. Besides, I don't know Chaos's background."

Aiwen woke up from his thoughts, swallowed the details of what he had noticed was wrong, shook his head, and motioned for Elquet to explain first.

As a killer born to execute fallen True Ancestors and Dead Apostles, the princess must have a much deeper understanding of the Twenty-Seventh Ancestor than he did.

"Alright, although time is tight, I'll let Mr. Elquet give you some detailed information about Nero Chaos."

Hearing that there was room for her to perform, Elquet was filled with confidence. She puffed out her chest with complacency and pride, looking like a cute little teacher.

So during the brief time when the sky served as a classroom, the 27th Patriarch began his special lecture.

"But even so, I don't know enough about Nero Chaos. He's a bit of an outlier among all the ancestors, completely out of tune with the other Dead Apostles. So much so that it makes one wonder if he should be expelled."

"Irwin has hunted Dead Apostles before, right?"

Elquet suddenly asked a question, and Aiwen nodded and acknowledged it.

"That's easy, no need for basic science education."

Nodding "hmm", Elquet raised his index finger and looked serious, but this made him look cute in a different way.

"Most Dead Apostles are very similar to those described in human literature and art. They suck blood, reproduce servants, expand their territory, and torture humans for fun. They can be said to be typical [Castle Lords]."

"Although each of the twenty-seven ancestors has different aspirations, more than half are traditional [City Lord]-type vampires. To them, Nero Chaos is an isolated alien, a psychopath who is completely incommunicable."

"He doesn't expand, isn't keen on sucking blood, and wanders around like a lonely ghost, with neither a fixed territory nor any interest in conversation."

"He rarely attacks, but his strength is universally acknowledged. The Dead Apostles fearfully call him the 'Undying Chaos'."

"Furthermore, Nero Chaos is one of the few who became a Dead Apostle through his research into magic. His purpose and principles are probably incomprehensible to ordinary people."