Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 81 - : The Vampire’s Wail

[Although Vlov was battle-hardened]

[But when facing you, who had crossed countless battlefields beyond human intelligence, he could only be considered a fledgling child]

[Whether it was experience, performance, or tactics—you and he were on completely different dimensions]

[The only advantages that Vlov possessed were his immortality as one of the Twenty-Seven and his powerful Principle Idea Blood]

"Hah—ugh—haaa—!"

Vlov's breathing became disordered.

His pale, sickly face was etched with a more painful and profound anguish than before.

[However, you were like a lion closely pursuing its prey]

[Maintaining composure and elegance, you approached the white wolf step by step, using your fangs and claws to narrow the circle of safety]

[Finally, leaving him with nowhere to hide]

[Using the Black Keys of Baptism and claws imbued with the star's breath, you beat Vlov to a pulp, and anyone could see that this was an overwhelming subjugation battle]

[It could be said that there was no suspense at all]

[Again and again, the sounds of impact echoed continuously]

"Guh—aaaaaa—!!"

[Vlov roared]

[The flames seemed to respond to his anger]

[The raging fire, reaching a height of more than ten meters, was like a river]

[Instantly splitting into dozens of tributaries]

[Vlov used the raging fire to block all your escape routes, and the scorching cage swallowed you like a tsunami]

[Perhaps, if an ordinary Executor encountered this]

[They would be burned to ashes]

[Humans couldn't possibly survive in temperatures of thousands of degrees, but you happened to be an existence that didn't belong to that category—]

"Hmm, it's a bit hot~"

Moran waved his arms and broke through the raging fire.

He had the Principle Idea Blood of a True Ancestor within him.

Scorching flames emitted by magical energy like this basically had no effect on his body.

Not only was he resistant to fire magecraft.

The same principle applied to magecraft like Kabbalah, black magic, and runes.

[The wall of fire was torn apart by your hand]

[The only thing that made you feel troubled was that the blades of the Black Keys couldn't withstand such high temperatures]

[Although your body wasn't afraid at all]

[The blades of the Black Keys would dissolve in an instant]

[You couldn't deal with Vlov in the same way you dealt with Chromclay, and you had to use other methods to end him]

[The offensive you unleashed caused Vlov to retreat steadily]

[His fatal wounds were constantly accumulating]

[In addition, you used the skill of blood-sucking with every attack, accelerating the rate at which he consumed his blood]

[If this continued, Vlov's blood would be drained sooner or later, and that would be when he met his end]

"St—op—!"

[Vlov squeezed out a plea for mercy from his throat]

[Just like a child throwing a tantrum after losing a game, he lost his once superb hatchet skills]

[In order to shake off you, who was equivalent to fear]

[He swung the hatchet in his hand chaotically and without any order, and such an embarrassing appearance was truly unsightly]

"It's so cold—it's so cold—it's so cold here—!!"

[Accompanied by the transmission of a piercing wail]

[Vlov used his blood to jump dozens of meters high]

[He must have wanted to escape]

[You, as the hunter, wouldn't let the prey go]

[You used the Black Keys to nail his shadow in place, and then slammed him down hard with a giant claw made of star's breath]

Rumble——!!

[You pressed him to the ground as if you were swatting a bug]

[It was time to end this]

[For you, this was another uneventful Dead Apostle hunt, and the process didn't have the slightest bit of excitement]

[It was uninteresting and boring]

[It was completely like a massacre]

"Guh—ah—!"

[Vlov's expression was painful and sickly]

[But, there was a hint of strangeness]

[You keenly captured this point]

[Looking at his expression, it wasn't because he was afraid of death, but more like he was afraid of something within himself]

[There is a concept of compulsion and a defensive instinct]

[Vlov's gaze looks at both the victim and the perpetrator]

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[Just like when you faced your own vampiric impulses in the past]

[Vlov gives you this strange feeling]

"Could it be...?!"

[You seem to have thought of something]

[In the next moment, you draw the black key from your robe once again]

[This time, you do not throw the black key at Vlov, but rather cast it towards the four corners of the street in a square formation]

[At the same time, Vlov exhales a white mist]

[As if announcing the end of a fervent fantasy, he crosses into a boundary he absolutely did not want to reach]

[The true form is revealed]

[What covers the ground is no longer the ghostly blue flames]

[It is something akin to condensed gas, the heat dissipating from the earth]

"Ah, it really is..."

Vlov raises his cold arm...

His open palm seems to be yearning for warmth.

"—This world is so cold."

[The moment Vlov utters these words]

[The world seems to change in an instant]

[At the same time, the black keys you threw shine with light, rising at the same speed to envelop the street in a holy barrier]

[A cold wave surges like an ice age]

[In an instant, the space that was previously engulfed by high temperatures transforms into a frozen wasteland]

[Even the barrier you constructed]

[Even that holy wall is eroded and cracked by frost]

[Of course, if it weren't for the barrier's protection, the town would likely be swallowed by the cold wave in the blink of an eye]

"Ha, is this your true principle Idea Blood? Not burning, but freezing, the complete opposite!"

Moran's priestly robe is covered in frost.

Yet, he wears a pleased smile on his face.

Compared to the fierce flames from before.

This ice is composed of Vlov's principle Idea Blood.

It indeed makes him feel the chill.

The weight of the principle Idea Blood accumulated over a thousand years cannot be underestimated, even as a True Ancestor.

"Even a third-rate dead apostle, as long as they possess the principle Idea Blood, can take down a planet... How nostalgic. It seems I can also retract the preface of the twenty-seven ancestors who have made no progress."

A hint of satisfaction appears in Moran's smile.

Recalling the words of Brunestud from the past.

Now, it is directly manifesting before him.

Vlov is undoubtedly the example Brunestud spoke of, a third-rate talent wielding a top-tier principle Idea Blood.

Seeing a glimpse of the grand vision of his beloved concept.

The tiny seeds Brunestud scattered on Earth long ago are now gradually being realized in the distant future.

Moran naturally feels joy.