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

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: River of Fire and Blood



"Hmph, fine…"

Elesia was forced back by Altrouge's aura.

Originally, she didn't need to give in to Altrouge like this, but she had no choice in the current situation.

Looking at the silver bracelet on her wrist.

The spell engraved on it is taking effect.

Even if Elesia wants to attack ordinary people, it's not possible, even mobilizing magic power is not an easy task.

However, there is ultimately a way to break it.

She believes that the knowledge she has accumulated over a dozen reincarnations is enough to break the spell applied by this bracelet.

Although the caster's technique is very superb and exquisite.

But as long as she has some time.

Then, there will be a way to deal with it.

"Black Vampire Princess, I'll temporarily entrust the True Ancestor Princess to you. The ritual still needs preparation, and once that moment arrives, the long-cherished wish that I have sought for over a dozen reincarnations…"

Elesia had a beautiful smile on her face.

She turned and walked towards the pile of corpses in the square.

Extracting them completely, the blood flowed along the patterns on the square as if it had consciousness.

Gradually forming a strange spell formation.

"Tsk…"

Elesia looked at the survivors barely alive in the pile of corpses.

She wanted to raise her hand and kill them.

As a result, at the first moment the spell was activated, the bracelet worn on her right wrist released an electric current.

As if not allowing her to commit murder.

"That damn priest, to actually indoctrinate this vessel to this extent, even making my sacrifice steps so cumbersome!"

Elesia revealed a disgusted expression.

Having merged with this vessel's personality, she wanted to do things efficiently, and would generally fulfill the vessel's last wishes.

And the vessel's own will would restrain her.

With Roa's consciousness surfacing now, the legacies that Elesia craved were only two things. That was to not discard the bracelet given by Moran, and to prevent Roa from harming others as much as possible.

Now, her ritual was proceeding very poorly.

The required number of living sacrifices was far from enough.

"Altrouge, do you also have memories about him? I remember, at that flower field, you also…"

Arcueid gazed at Altrouge.

The two women didn't take the complaining Elesia seriously.

"Ugh! Shut up…"

A surge of grief and indignation welled up in Altrouge's heart.

Looking at Arcueid's beautiful and flawless face, there was an uncontrollable complex emotion in her heart.

A vague memory that had been imprinted since a thousand years ago.

It contained jealousy, envy, anger, and affection.

"You're always so willful! If you weren't so troublesome, and fulfilled a little more of your responsibilities as a princess! He wouldn't have been so quick to—"

Altrouge stopped halfway through her sentence.

[For some reason, she suddenly said something like that]

[As if unable to suppress her inner emotions]

[The emotions contained in that vague memory were too complex]

[She decided to follow someone's instructions to take care of Arcueid, but she couldn't avoid feeling resentment in her heart]

[Even if she wanted to try her best to ignore it]

[She was still jealous of this beloved younger sister]

[Undeniably, Altrouge inherited the emotions of the vague memory, and also had affection for Arcueid]

[But, that resentment was also inherited together]

[Superimposed with her own dislike for Arcueid]

[This negative emotion and the love in her heart were already unbalanced, with the malicious side outweighing the love on the scale]

[And that's exactly why]

[She chose to help Elesia deal with Arcueid]

[To teach this hateful younger sister a lesson]

"…"

Arcueid didn't know what to say.

Because, she didn't remember who the third party mentioned in the words was.

Nor did she know who had instructed her.

This was what made Altrouge feel so grief-stricken.

Even though the emotions accumulated in her heart were so strong, she couldn't remember the person who could be connected to those emotions.

"Altrouge…"

Arcueid revealed a look of guilt.

For her, that vague memory was like a dream.

However, it was extremely real.

In the dream, she felt guilty towards Altrouge, as if she knew that she had received too much love.

She felt guilty for this.

"Ugh…annoying…"

Altrouge gritted her silver teeth and reached out her hand.

Her fingertips seemed to transform into razors in an instant, slicing through the air towards Arcueid.

With a few swishes, no blood was seen.

Beautiful golden strands of hair fluttered and scattered.

She used her claws to cut off Arcueid's beautiful golden hair.

This was something that no one had expected.

"Hey! You can even cut me with a knife! What's the point of cutting my hair like this—!"

"Hmph! I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

"Guuuh…Hmph…you better not have a chance to be retaliated against by me…"

Arcueid lowered her head in humiliation.

Subconsciously, she had always wanted to maintain this appearance.

As if wanting to hold onto something.

Wanting to wait for someone to return to that castle, so that he would see the most familiar version of herself.

Now, her hair had been cut off.

Arcueid felt unprecedented shame.

"Heh, I feel much better."

Altrouge revealed a refreshing smile.

The restlessness in her heart seemed to subside a lot in an instant.

This didn't seem like what so-called enemies would do at all.

Even if they were, it was a bit too childish.

Perhaps even Altrouge didn't know exactly what to do with Arcueid, wanting to teach her a lesson but not wanting to make it too miserable.

Not fighting seriously, but unable to beat this girl.

Oh well, I don't want to think about it so much.

Altrouge didn't think too much.

She chose to take things one step at a time.

Roa's ritual was meaningless to her.

It was just a means for her to capture Arcueid, and when she was tired of playing, she would disrupt and destroy it.

[You rushed to the center of the town square]

[As a result, there was a guy blocking you on the way]

[He was grabbing a woman in the middle of the avenue, his pale, sharp teeth piercing her neck as he greedily sucked her blood]

[Draining everything in an instant]

[Even the gurgling sounds could be heard]

[After sucking this woman dry, the vampire discarded her like trash]

[The woman, swaying like a withered tree]

[Danced like a ballerina on the edge of death, before being severed at the waist by a flash of blade light]

[Not even a single wail was uttered]

"Haa…"

[The vampire seemed to breathe a sigh of relief]

[In an instant, the temperature of the world was changed by him]

[The overflowing tactile temperature seemed to assimilate the world]

[Presenting a membrane of flames enveloping the avenue]

[Pale blue flames were like a flood breaking through a dam]

[If ordinary people were in this, their lungs would be burned in the instant they breathed]

"Oh? A materialized curse? No, this aura, I see, is this your Principle Idea Blood?"

Moran could be called an expert on vampire species.

He observed the pale blue flames covering the street, and discovered that it couldn't burn things like real flames.

The buildings weren't incinerated by it.

This was a ghostly fire that only targeted living beings.

Living beings wouldn't be injured by touching this flame, they would only feel phantom pain, and then have their life force stolen.

"…"

[The vampire seemed to notice you]

[As the source of the River of Fire, the closer he got, the higher the air temperature became]

"Another Ancestor has come."

[You saw through his essence with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception]

[The vampire's body also had dense flows of death, the scale of which was undoubtedly something only an Ancestor could possess]

[However, you didn't recognize this Ancestor]

[Even the Church hadn't registered him]

"…"

[The vampire's eyes only contained madness]

[At first glance, you would have the intuition that this guy had probably completely surrendered his rationality to instinct]

[Very similar to a berserker]

[Establishing a dialogue would probably be impossible]

Rumble——!!

[Your prediction was completely correct]

[The vampire raised his hand and summoned high-temperature flames]

[Unlike the pale blue flames covering the street now, this was a real fire that could turn things to ashes]

[The temperature of the flames was over several thousand degrees]

[Black Key Rites were difficult to restrain]

[Facing a violent brute like a pest, there was no need to use the method used to deal with Chromclay]

[You also stretched out your hand]

[It was an energy roar more ferocious than the flames]

[The light swallowed the street and the flames together, it was the star's breath that distorted the Earth's rotation and was released]

"Guuuh!"

[The vampire raised his animal skin cloak]

[Although the flames barely offset the star's breath, the overflowing energy still impacted him]

"Haa…"

[The vampire slowly exhaled white mist]

[A cracking sound rang out]

[It was the sound of sharp weapons colliding]

[After a breath like an exhalation, he took out an iron weapon from his cloak]

"…This aura…a True Ancestor? Even though the taste is that of a detestable Executor, it exudes the aura of a True Ancestor…"

[The vampire's ghostly eyes flickered]

[He squeezed out words from his throat as if gasping for air, as if he had almost forgotten that he was alive as a creature until now]

[His voice was full of pain]

"You Dead Apostles are nothing more than food for the True Ancestors. And you, it seems, are a barbarian who can't even control himself. In this world where I don't exist, you Twenty-Seven Ancestors are only getting worse and worse.

I am the King of the True Ancestors—Moran Brunestud. Barbarian, give me your name."

[You no longer concealed your identity]

[You revealed the golden eyes belonging only to the True Ancestor Royal family to the vampire before you. The powerful pressure was fully unleashed, and the vampire's suffering seemed to increase exponentially]

"—Vlov Arkhangel."

[Vlov declared his name to you]

[The name was still very unfamiliar]

[The other party must have been an Ancestor born after your death as a True Ancestor, so it was only natural that you didn't recognize him]

[Although you knew most of the Type-Moon World plot]

[You weren't confident enough to say that you were completely proficient in everything]

"So, rude one, are you going to stand in my way? Even after knowing my identity? Or are you the type who wants to gain fame by killing a True Ancestor?"

[You didn't want to waste too much time here]

[Rather than killing an Ancestor to obtain the Principle Idea Blood within their body, you wanted to meet Arcueid and Altrouge as soon as possible]

[It would be best if you didn't have to fight]

"…Fame is just something I bury in my heart. I'm just here to plunder…what I want…This town has been defiled by the snake, and if it's not burned to the ground, it would violate my creed."

[Vlov spoke as if he were talking to himself]

[His consciousness itself was in a state of pain and madness, so it was truly unbelievable that you could even establish a dialogue with him]

"Sigh, that's why third-rate Dead Apostles are so troublesome…"

[You couldn't help but sigh]

[You could tell that Vlov and the Principle Idea Blood within him were incompatible, and that he had probably obtained the Principle Idea Blood by murdering an Ancestor]

[In other words, he himself didn't have the capacity to be an Ancestor]

[The Principle Idea Blood was equivalent to the crown of an Ancestor]

[Not every Dead Apostle had the ability to wear the crown, and to inherit the Principle Idea Blood of an Ancestor, one had to have at least a thousand years of foundation]

[Otherwise, they would only destroy themselves in the end]

[This was the reason why Vlov felt pain at all times, he was collapsing at the same time as he accepted the Principle Idea Blood]

[It was estimated that in a few decades]

[He would reach his limit]

"…I am aware that I am a crude being.

True Ancestor—give me that heart of yours!"

[Vlov's eyes widened]

[The River of Fire around him surged]

[The space was distorted by the overflowing curse, and this guy was more dangerous than Chromclay]

[You casually waved your hand to scatter the flames]

[Along with the star's breath that had transformed into a sharp blade, tearing through the atmosphere and flying towards Vlov]

[Vlov brandished the weapon in his hand]

[He had used this weapon to cut women in half with a single blow]

[It looked like a longsword, but the blade was shaped like a hatchet]

Rumble——!!

[He directly received the impact of the star's breath]

[Even though he had blocked part of the impact with the hatchet, he couldn't avoid all the damage after all]

[Drip, drip…]

[Deep, bone-deep wounds were revealed on his arms]

[But it was only for a moment]

[The arms that had been torn apart by the star's breath were healed in the blink of an eye by the overflowing blood]

[As long as vampires had blood]

[Then, they were immortal]

[The Twenty-Seven Ancestors had an even greater reserve of life, and one had to be prepared for a long-term battle to kill them]

[Of course, you weren't worried at all]

[With your experience of hunting True Ancestors for thousands of years, you could deal with the Twenty-Seven Ancestors with ease]

[At this moment, you were the hunter]

[This mad white wolf was the prey]

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