Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

"Guh!"

[Just as Chromclay felt displeased]

[An ominous premonition arose in his heart]

[Some vampires establish a causal relationship and perceive when an enemy attacks them because they "think so"]

[As long as there is an idea, the vampire can capture it through that idea. This level of space domination is basic for Ancestors, and high-level Dead Apostles can also do it]

"When!?"

[Chromclay raised his head]

[He saw dense points of light shining in the sky like a rainstorm, approaching his position—]

[It was a dense swarm of black keys covering the sky]

[Each black key was engraved with a page from the sacred scripture manuscript, an incredibly poisonous substance for Dead Apostles]

[Hundreds of black keys fell simultaneously]

[Like the judgment descended by the Lord, such a scale of secret techniques is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to master]

[Not only was Chromclay the target]

[Even the living corpses around him who were trying to approach with human wave tactics were all wiped out in the rain of baptism]

"Guh—Shadow Stitching!?"

[Chromclay was not injured by the black keys]

[He used the city walls to block most of the black keys, but he was hit in some unnoticed places]

[His shadow, his shadow was pierced by the black keys]

[This insignificant detail slowed his movements]

[He had never seen an Executor like you who could use dozens of types of rites without any overdraft]

[It was simply incomprehensible]

"But! This cannot determine the course of the battle, Executor! You are inside my principle! Your skills are superb, and humans like you are worth being consumed by me. This battle—"

[Chromclay grinned]

[Silver-white fangs like a beast were exposed, and the desire to suck blood was the embodiment of his confidence in seizing victory]

[Several city walls were about to rise from the ground]

[He was sure that you would be crushed into pieces this time]

[He increased the output of his principle, making the walls and fortresses more solid than before, so that—]

"Yes, the battle is over."

"What—?"

[Hearing you say these unbelievable words]

[Chromclay was slightly stunned]

[The secret black keys stuck in the ground emitted light]

[As one of the Twenty-Seven, he naturally knew that this was the Church's barrier, but the unease in his heart grew stronger]

[It was definitely not a simple barrier]

"This aura—is the Seventh Ancestor, Einnashe! How can this barrier have its aura!?"

[Chromclay immediately felt something was wrong]

[However, it was too late]

"I know that various rites are definitely outdated and impractical for you Twenty-Seven Ancestors. So I specially prepared this Great Cathedral special barrier—[Secluded Tower (Towering)]"

The expression on Moran's face was extremely calm.

Like chatting over tea in the afternoon.

"The higher the level of Dead Apostle, the more they cherish life. To kill you, most of the time you have to rely on a one-hit kill, otherwise you always have so-called escape routes. This standing wall of the cathedral will block space from the vertical and horizontal axes, enough to deal with you Twenty-Seven Ancestors."

"Deal with? Don't tell me! Einnashe was by you!?"

[Chromclay seemed to have thought of something]

[He remembered hearing that the Seventh Ancestor was being subjugated by the Church, and only knew that the Burial Agency was involved]

[In an instant, the identity of the man was confirmed]

[His premonition continued to swell and explode]

[His intuition was screaming at him to leave this place]

"Using the principle of the result of the Seventh Ancestor, Einnashe, processed to create a barrier seal specifically for dealing with the Twenty-Seven Ancestors. Feel honored, you are the first Ancestor to be my test subject."

Moran began to mobilize the magic power in his body.

Being able to use the principle Idea Blood of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors as research material.

If he didn't have the profound knowledge of a True Ancestor.

Others wouldn't be able to play like him at all.

Weaving the principle Idea Blood of one of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors into a spell is simply an heretical act that defies common sense.

Even Executors would call him a pervert.

[Chromclay no longer dawdled]

[He frantically hammered the barrier, trying to break through it]

[Everything was too late]

[In any case, the Tower of Light you constructed has almost the same hardness and mass as the original Secret Code building—]

[It was hailed as the largest tower in the Middle Ages]

[Strasbourg Cathedral]

[The 142-meter huge mass constructed of stone and prayer is by no means something a mere vampire can mess with]

"Damn it—damn it—damn it ahhhh—!"

[Chromclay was already sweating profusely]

[Because, he felt the ether within the barrier constantly increasing]

[It was the star's breath belonging to the planet]

[The Executor who constructed this barrier, a being who could construct such a large spell, was definitely not a mere human]

[The entire space was filled with mana]

[Evaporating everything inside like purification, even Chromclay, who was as noble as one of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, could only wail]

[His body was constantly burned by the star's breath, until the blood in his body was completely evaporated and exhausted]

[The ogre who regarded humans as blood bags]

[Now also ushered in his own end]

"The Twenty-Second Ancestor, Chromclay Petastructure.

In the name of the Holy Spirit and the Heavenly Father who protect the weak, I hereby carry out your punishment."

[You came to the wriggling charred lump of flesh]

[Finally, you carried out your duties as a priest and Executor, and cast the holy judgment on the wailing and begging vampire]

[The black key that had been baptized pierced his throat]

[Completely killing this Twenty-Seven Ancestor with a resounding reputation in this unknown town]

[Afterwards, the city walls surrounding the town collapsed]

[The blood-red color covering the sky seemed to fade a lot]

"Is this the [Castle-ergo-Kingdom]?"

Moran held a heart in his hand.

Chromclay's principle Idea Blood was stored here.

Even after the host died.

As long as they didn't die leaving not even a speck of dust, the principle Idea Blood could basically still be preserved.

Within the hierarchy of the Dead Apostle world.

Below the Twenty-Seven Ancestors are the Seven High-Ranking Dead Apostles and Heirs.

There are only two ways to become one of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors.

The first is to defeat an Ancestor, seize their Principle Idea Blood, and absorb it. The second is to legitimately inherit it.

Generally speaking, each Ancestor's quality is very large.

They cannot be killed by lower-ranking Dead Apostles.

So, in most cases, it will only be the second option. Cases like the first one, where an Ancestor is killed by a lower-ranking Dead Apostle, are too few.

So few that they can almost be ignored.