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

"We [existences] have long been indistinguishable from one another. Humanity's intellect and wisdom flow within this chaos, shared by all. The same is true of life itself."

"If one survives, all survive. The existence of the original body can replicate any individual. Even if the resulting beast dies, it will be reborn in the chaos. Unless you can kill all 666 of my lives in one go, you must not harm me."

"Can you do it, True Ancestor? Only by unleashing a destructive force on a scale that could destroy a continent can I die without resistance."

The strange shape squeaked and laughed, like a snake shedding its old skin, and the terrifying and inhuman feeling became even stronger.

—but its pride is but crumbs of trifling worth nothing.

If it is in the complete state, even if he needs to suppress the urge to suck blood, Elquet still has a way to destroy the continent.

So he was just lucky, he happened to meet the princess who was resurrected from the dead and who only had 40% of her total 30% of strength left after suppressing her blood-sucking urge.

"Stupid, it's just about being able to withstand a beating. Not losing doesn't mean you can win."

There seemed to be no desire to continue the conversation, as Elquet displayed her golden demonic eyes, a sign that she was about to go all out, the Great Source resonating with her, at her disposal.

But Nero Chaos ignored the majesty and just croaked like a crow.

"That's not necessarily true. Although I cannot directly compete with your strength, there are more than one condition for victory."

Huge limbs scattered everywhere, and dozens or even hundreds of beasts flew out from the chaotic ocean, shooting towards the top of the deep pit at the speed of a cannonball.

"!"

Elquet's eyes narrowed. She didn't know what the enemy was thinking, but she knew that "hindering Nero from doing what he wanted to do" would not be wrong.

Just a thought, and the top of the pit was filled with offensive, like a fine fishing net, which wiped out most of the beasts in one breath.

But the hasty construction always has loopholes, and some remnants still escaped from the battlefield.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Nero Chaos laughed loudly, and its body changed back to its original human form.

"I know that no True Ancestor can ever shake off the urge to drink blood. It's a flaw buried deep within their very birth, and you, Princess, are no exception."

"You bastard, could it be that...?!"

Elquet had a bad feeling.

"Yes, this city may be ordinary, but the human population is sufficient. I will indiscriminately slaughter those who are scattered out, then squeeze their blood and pour the entire city's blood into this place!"

"A flowing, fresh pool of blood."

"I'm sure by then, you'll be in a bad situation, troubled by your blood-sucking urge."

His arms were spread wide like hawk's wings, his distorted male face no longer restrained by muscle. His mouth stretched to his ears, his eyes wide open into two perfect circles, the turbid color within them as dark and red as a deep pool.

This is in stark contrast to the opposite side.

Even though she was a demonic being of the highest order, she still maintained her human form and possessed a beautiful figure, without a trace of fluctuation in her eyes.

She was just filled with gratitude.

"...I have to admit, this is indeed a brilliant calculation. It gives me chills. No matter how much time passes, the malice of beings like you will never cease."

"If it had been before, I wouldn't know where the final outcome would have been. I might have just had to flee in disgrace."

Feeling the joyful heartbeat in her chest, the pure and innocent princess revealed a faint smile of relief and firm trust.

"But things are completely different now. Not foreseeing how powerful my partner is is the only reason for your defeat."

"Leave all the other trivial matters and follow-ups to him. All I need to do is fight you here."

With his hands spread out, the fantasy materialization was activated, and the environment in the deep pit was replaced by the will of the True Ancestor. The past originating from the birth of the planet and the primitive area began to show its fangs.

Raising his right hand and stretching it towards the enemy in front of him, Elquet showed off his appearance as if he was attending a dance party.

"Even though we're enemies, I still owe you the most basic courtesy."

The noble, contemptuous golden magic eyes looked at the vampire in front of him who was just a human form.

"—Answer me, my murky, muddy subordinate."

"The evidence of the ancestors, the root of the disease, is like a treasure hidden deep in a whirlpool."

"A legacy that nurtures a new principle, a blood ring engraved within the soul."

"What does blood mean to you?"

The solemn voice was both a rebuke and a question. It was the majesty inherited from the original Moon Prince, the original source of all Dead Apostles and True Ancestors.

Regardless of whether they are hostile or not, the ancestors will respond with a minimum of respect, without exception.

but--

"What ancestral certificate are you talking about?"

Nero Chaos asked a question in confusion as if it was natural.

"Varied……?!"

Elquet paused in shock. Only then did she realize that there was some decisive, systemic difference in the opponent in front of her.

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Aiwen used magic to quietly land on the edge of the battlefield, on the broken land with ravines everywhere.

The paved roads, the railings that separated the roads, the decorative trees, all lost their original purpose because of Elquet's violent behavior.

Now they are just trash, evidence of the violence that took place here.

"Wasn't Goda Church spared?"

Looking at the majestic building not far away, the spacious prayer hall built of bricks and stones has become a thing of the past, and the remaining pillars and walls now blend perfectly with the surrounding scenery.

If you go around a corner from the side of the Goda Church, you can see the potholes made by Elquet.

Chapter 94: Bloodsucking Impulse

The pit was so conspicuous that its depth was not even a "dish" shape, let alone a "bowl" shape. If I had to describe it, I would use the "cone" shape.

Aiwen approached silently, and the sound of his footsteps touched the sensitive nerves of the agents.

With hostility, the agents who had bullets clenched their guns tightly, while those who had no bullets pinched the black keys with their fingers and drew their blades with a "swish".

Although they are no longer considered a fighting force, it is still necessary to be wary of anyone who approaches.

After all, no one knows whether the visitor will be a servant or ally of the vampire.

"Hey, the one we're fighting up ahead is the ancestor of the Dead Apostles. It's not something a mere magus can interfere with."

An agent in the best condition stepped forward, his right hand tightly gripping the three black keys, his left hand clutching a scripture page, his eyes already covered in blood, but he was still issuing a warning.

"Don't come any closer, or we'll use the weapons in our hands to show you what it means to have eyes."

The atmosphere became solemn, many agents were approaching, and the murderous aura gradually became thicker.

The agents are all cold-hearted executioners. They would not hesitate to kill even ordinary people, let alone magicians.

Aiwen glanced around, moved his fingers slightly, and a tiny amount of magic power began to float.

The scene is about to explode.

——If there hadn’t been that loud command.

"Hey, don't do anything unnecessary. Her words are a special case. Let her come over."

It was a familiar voice coming from the edge of the pit. Aiwen looked over and saw a figure he had met not long ago waving at him.

The agent silently withdrew his guard and sat down on the ground to rest again, without any hesitation in responding to the man's orders.

They obey orders without asking why, and it can be seen that they trust the person who gives the orders from the bottom of their hearts.

"Are you their leader?"

Walking forward and standing at the edge of the pit with Vistano, Aiwen turned his gaze and took the initiative to ask.

"Don't call me that gangster name. The church is a legitimate organization."

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Westino could hardly hold back his emotions.

Even if he didn't care about hiding his identity, he was still an acting priest, and at least a high-ranking figure in the church. If he was given a gang-level title, how could he maintain his dignity in the future?

"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Westino. I'm the acting priest sent to Japan by the Holy Church. My current mission is to monitor the movements of the True Ancestors."

"Ah."

Aiwen nodded seemingly nonchalantly, but his eyes, glowing with a faint light, scanned Westino carefully from head to toe.

This gave the other party a chill.

"But even though we say we're regulating things, we can't actually do anything. The Church doesn't have the ability to provoke the True Ancestors right now. If they become so angry that they drop their restraints, the entire world will suffer."

Aiwen nodded in understanding and looked away again.

Then Westino found that the chill he felt had disappeared again, which made him wipe the cold sweat secretly.

Although I knew that anyone who could hang out with the True Ancestor must be extraordinary, it was too outrageous that he could feel uneasy just by looking at him.

"Anyway, young lady, are you willing to talk to me for a bit this time? Consider it an exchange of information. You seem to have a good relationship with the True Ancestor, and if she knew something about the Church's attitude, it would be beneficial to her."

This reason is quite direct, but it must be said that this kind of neat exchange behavior is applicable when both parties are wary of each other.

At least Aiwen found it acceptable.

"Okay, let's exchange information, but you misunderstood one thing."

"Ok?"

Aiwen turned his head first and pointed to his face: "I am a man."

“…Puff!” Vistano felt his internal injuries from the battle relapse: “Man! That face?!”

……

……

"Ahem, I lost my composure. This kind of thing happens all the time. It's not surprising, not surprising..."

After shaking his head vigorously to clear away all distracting thoughts, Westino returned to his gentle self when they first met.

"Then let me speak first. It's a small token of my sincerity... Well, first, let me tell you why I'm here."

"There's only one reason: the True Ancestor broke his own pattern of action and awakened prematurely. This is a catastrophic change for the Church."

"Because although the True Ancestor can cooperate to a certain extent, we must be on guard against them. Do you know why?"

"I don't know." Aiwen shook his head.

"Because the True Ancestors will eventually fall and become vampires more dangerous than the Dead Apostles. Without exception, this is their innate flaw, the blood-sucking urge rooted in their bones."

While talking about this, Westino also looked a little regretful.

"If it weren't for this flaw, the princess would surely be a guest of honor in our church, but there are no ifs."

"According to estimates, the princess's active life span is running out. Her blood-sucking urge is constantly accumulating, and her threshold has been reached. At most, she can only attack two or three times."

"Two or three times?"

"Indeed, when the princess realizes she has reached her limit, she will no longer walk the earth. Instead, she will seal herself away and sleep forever in the ancient castle in the inner sea of the stars, achieving a de facto death."

Feeling unspeakable sadness, Aiwen closed his eyes.

In his mind, he could clearly see Elquet's occasional sadness and the way he always made a fuss around him.

"...I see. No wonder she came to see me on purpose."

Aiwen felt suddenly enlightened, and the last piece of the puzzle of his impression of Elquet was completed.

At this moment, he felt that he finally understood this cheerful, lonely, sad, and futureless simple girl.

It was because she had no chance that she wanted to get her help;

It is because of her loneliness that she clings to her only friend;

It was precisely because she knew that she had no time left that she tried every possible way to see him, wishing that he would stick to her every moment.

It is precisely because she predicted her eternal sleep that she was able to express the curiosity that a living being should have in this final moment.