Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

There was already a hint of coolness in the evening air.

The streets also began to be shrouded in darkness, and the pale moonlight was hidden in the artificial hazy light.

Although Misaki-cho, which belongs to Tokyo, will not fall into silence like a small town, even if it is surrounded by noise, people will unconsciously miss the sense of security brought by a room with lights.

This has nothing to do with reason, but is an instinct engraved in the genes of life.

That’s why convenience stores at night are always so tempting.

But at this moment, although standing under the bright light, the gloomy middle-aged man could not feel any warmth from it.

He had short grey hair, a tall and strong figure, and the curve of his face was as hard and heavy as steel, mixed with a bit of inhuman indifference.

Under the long black coat, the dim light sets off the outline of his muscles very clearly, making him look like the protagonist of a tough guy movie.

However, this naive impression will quickly disintegrate after seeing the cold and bloodshot eyes on the man's face.

He doesn't need fangs and claws, or fur that is completely different from that of humans to show his identity. His mere existence is enough to make him a beast that can take away the courage and warmth of those who watch him.

"That man...what's going on?"

However, just like his gloomy expression, the man named Nero Chaos whispered with a serious tone.

If someone who knew him well saw this scene, they would probably find it incredible.

After all, in the past thousand years, he has always maintained an expressionless posture like a machine or a ghost. No matter what major events he encounters, his expression cannot change, and people even wonder if his facial nerves are necrotic.

Among the ancestors of the Dead Apostles who became living singularities by interpreting the principles of self, Nero's character, like a dead tree and a stagnant pool of water, is undoubtedly very rare.

The reason for this is very simple.

Although he has the strength to occupy the tenth seat of the Dead Apostles, Nero Chaos, who was originally a magician, was transformed into a masterless Dead Apostle through his own research.

Although with Emiya Norika's research and many precedents of Dead Apostles who were originally magicians, one might have the illusion that this is a simple matter.

But in reality, the difficulty of researching to become a Dead Apostle and the Forefather of the Dead Apostles is completely different.

Otherwise, the famous Wallachian Night, the ancestor of the Dead Apostles who was another magician, would not have had to go out of his way to find Altruci and make a contract with her.

After all, as heretics who deny human nature, they have a long lifespan and great power, but Dead Apostles do not have the ability to reproduce.

They can only expand their blood relatives by creating dependents.

Therefore, whether they go out on their own or rebel against their superiors, the influence from their superiors will still be reflected in their character and actions, and will directly affect the level of their abilities and achievements.

If the superior is an inferior Dead Apostle himself, then the future of the subordinates he created through blood-sucking behavior is also very worrying.

The truth of this can be seen from the fact that most of the seats of the ancestors of the Dead Apostles have not changed, they are the True Ancestors from the Age of Gods, or even the Ancient Ones created by Zhu Yue.

Therefore, the fact that he transformed himself into the ancestor of the Dead Apostles simply through research without any specific outstanding superiors sounds as incredible as humans cloning dinosaurs using the blood of mosquitoes stored in amber.

However, considering the other party's background, this is not incomprehensible.

Before he was given the name Nero Chaos by the church, he was a magician from the Wandering Sea.

Although it is far less famous than the Atlas Academy which is also in a secluded state, not to mention the thriving Clock Tower, but as one of the three major departments founded by the Magic Association, the scale and strength of the Wandering Sea will only be better than the other two.

The reason is because of their philosophy.

The Clock Tower strives to keep pace with the times and looks forward to the further development of magic, while the Atlas Institute strives to clarify the truth and create the future as a human being.

The pursuit of Wandering Sea is much simpler. Truth does not need to be artificially given meaning or pursued; truth itself is the meaning.

This is also the original prototype of the Magic Association - a mutual aid organization without any other factors, just for the purpose of better exchanging knowledge.

In the eyes of the magicians of the Wandering Sea, magic from the Age of Gods is supreme, and magic after the Western Era is child's play, and there is no need to bother with it.

Therefore, as the times changed and the former companions' ideas diverged and drifted apart, adhering to this idea, in order to isolate themselves from the eyes of humans and gods, this organization built public housing on an isolated island in the middle of the sea in Northern Europe, and disappeared from the inner side of the universe along with its own mountains.

From then on, it became an independent singularity that could not be observed by anyone and could not be interfered with by anyone.

Except for occasionally absorbing qualified companions at fixed times, the rest of the time they are constantly on the move, wandering on the sea just as their name suggests, but the basis of their wandering is not region, but time.

Relying on this discontinuity, even if the Wandering Sea of ​​a certain era, or even human nature, is destroyed, it will not affect the original, past, or future Wandering Sea.

Naturally, this style also had a profound impact on Nero.

He no longer cared about human civilization and how to avoid extinction in the future, and only focused on pursuing his own proposition - the Sea of ​​Chaos.

If we could become the original chaos that existed before the Age of Gods, perhaps we could achieve our goal.

With this idea in mind, Nero Chaos transformed himself into a Dead Apostle.

Unlike the True Ancestors who are planetary spirits, the Dead Apostles suck blood out of necessity for survival.

In order to keep their dead bodies moving, they must absorb human genetic information by sucking human blood to strengthen themselves.

Even if one stays in an uninhabited place for a long time, one must at least capture wild animals and feed them into their bodies to repair the deterioration of the body.

This uniqueness of ignoring rejection, treating other lives as nutrients, and having no barriers is the core of Nero's realization of his ideal of chaos.

Therefore, under Roya's instruction, he learned how to hide the inherent barrier inside his body to avoid correction.

Based on the principle of ancestral beasts, Nero successfully obtained the Beast King's Lair, an inherent barrier that allows free creation and release of beasts, by integrating the factors of a total of 666 beasts that have become extinct or not yet extinct on Earth.

Although to others, this method of wrapping the animal's genetic factors into chaos and using it as flesh is not directly turning other animals into one's own flesh, it is completely nonsense.

After all, this will cause the personality as the main body to become increasingly diluted in the new life born from the beast factor, and become a collective consciousness like a hive mind.

But this unavoidable defect was exactly what Nero wanted.

Although the ancestral principle is sufficient to erode a planet, it is obviously wishful thinking to compare its mass with the original sea of ​​chaos.

But it is not impossible to use the number of the beast in the Book of Revelation as an introduction.

For a magician, as long as the result is achieved, the disappearance of personality is not worth mentioning at all, and this was the case with Danic in the past.

Therefore, Nero took the initiative to give up himself and chose to transform himself into a large group with the number of beasts of revelation, cooperating with the inherent barrier that was always maintained and operated in his body. As the creator of this chaotic space, he could touch the concept of the Mother of Creation.

As long as he can sort out the internal system tree before his consciousness disappears and turns completely into chaos, he will be able to recreate the sea of ​​life that once existed.

Because of this, the church gave him the name Chaos, which symbolizes chaos.

Such an evaluation was undoubtedly the best compliment for him, so he accepted it with satisfaction, and took the initiative to combine the name of the mother of Babylon who gave birth to the sixth beast and the emperor of the Roman Empire as his new name.

With such an obsession, Nero Chaos has been acting as a heretic who does not care about the ideal Dark Six Kingship of the Dead Apostles, nor does he care about the pursuit of humans and the church.

Therefore, after receiving the assurance from the White Wing Guild that they would delay and disrupt other forces for him, he agreed to join the True Ancestor hunt without hesitation.

Anyway, even if he failed, with Elquet's normal strength, he would not be able to break his immortal body.

But if he succeeds in eating the flesh of the White Princess, the potential and progress of the chaos system in his body will increase rapidly, and he may even push his ideals to a higher level.

Everything went very smoothly. Although the True Ancestor's princess was deliberately hiding herself, when she realized that she was being followed by the enemy, she did not continue to hide, but took the initiative to come to an environment where she could use her hands and feet.

But just as he followed this unspoken understanding and sent a black dog to attack the other party as a prelude to gathering intelligence and paying a visit, an accident happened that he could never have imagined.

——His dog is lost.

"What went wrong?"

Nero could sense that the black dog was not killed or wiped out completely.

If it was the former, the black dog's form would turn back into black mud and return to his body to reshape. If it was the latter, he could use the reserves left by devouring life to replenish the necessary factors. But if that was the case, why could he feel its existence and give orders, but not control it?

It was like a finger twitching suddenly.

You know, although it looks like a contracted familiar when used, every beast created by the Beast King's Lair is his real flesh and blood, and has a strong beast nature in mysticism.

Theoretically speaking, unless the Beast of Apocalypse is resurrected, there is no possibility of being robbed or even invaded.

Well... at least for Elquet, this possibility does not exist.

In other words, was it really the work of the human next to her?
At first, Nero just regarded the human as a piece of meat that was harmless and was caught up in the princess's evil taste.

But now it seems that he was wrong.

His calmness when being drag raced could be considered careless, but his arrogant and hateful smile when facing a black dog nearly two meters long was obviously not something that ordinary people could do.

Come to think of it... Before leaving, Lord Bai Yi seemed to have mentioned that recently a living saint who was fighting against the ancestor of the Dead Apostles seemed to have appeared in the church. Could it be that guy?
But even if he is a saint, he shouldn't be in such a strange state...

"It seems that we must deal with it more cautiously."

Thinking of this, Nero Chaos frowned and murmured again in a low and dry voice.

If it were someone else, faced with this situation, they might choose to retreat temporarily, collect intelligence, and then continue to take action.

But this option was not within his consideration at all. His enthusiasm for something he could not understand was a symbol of the obsession that still remained in his thin emotions.

"Just send you."

As Nero waved his hand, the shadow under his feet gradually rose, and several dark crows flapped their wings and flew out, making shrill cries, intending to fly into the air to collect intelligence.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened.

A roar like a wild beast gnashing its teeth suddenly sounded from the shadows.

As part of Nero's body, those spiritual crows suddenly realized something and flapped their wings in an instant, shooting out like springs.

But even though the beast's instincts were sharp, they were still useless in the face of the disparity in power.

Before the crows' feathers scatter, what envelops them is no longer the vast sky, but a suddenly opened bloody mouth.

His pupils burned like flames at the black dog, and with just a slight effort, they were crushed into a pool of black and red residue.

"That's... my body?"

Seeing the black dog he sent out come back, Nero Chaos' pupils shrank.

Although he had already guessed it, his mood at the moment was still difficult to describe in words when he saw the black dog he sent out actually attack him.

But the black dog, which had already started to devour its master, didn't think so much. After biting the crows to pieces, it continued to dive and rushed forward with undiminished momentum.

On the edge of that huge mouth, sharp teeth were arranged neatly like a saw, pointing directly at Nero's throat.

"Roar--"

Although Nero did not come to his senses immediately, the advantage of group consciousness is that multiple thoughts are being carried out at any time and in any place.

The moment he sensed the approaching danger, the demon beast in his body had already responded.

In an instant, Nero's chest expanded violently as if it was inflated, just like a host that was about to break out of a facehugger.

However, when his chest was broken open, what appeared was not an alien covered in blood and flesh, but a big mouth like a crocodile that could easily swallow humans in one bite.

The beast's jaws only bit slightly, and the black dog, which had just been extremely ferocious, turned into a pool of black liquid and returned to his abdomen.

But after taking this rebellious flesh back into his body, the expression on Nero Chaos's face not only did not relax, but became even worse.

"Huh?! How could this happen?"

He covered his mouth in disbelief and made a muffled sound from his throat.

Logically speaking, no matter what happened to his body, as long as it returned to the body, all abnormalities would be washed away by the soil of creation inside, just like the character in the game.

Therefore, there is only one explanation for the rising body temperature and the burning sensation in the internal organs as if they were in a furnace.

The abnormality contained in the rebellious black dog seemed to have overwhelmed the chaotic world within his body.

This was even more unacceptable to Nero than being killed.

If this is compared to a war, it is a 665 to 1 situation. When the mass of each unit has not changed, this evenly matched scene is a denial of the meaning of Nero's existence, as he has dedicated everything, even himself, to the proposition of chaos.

"Impossible... Impossible teeth..."

Covering his still squirming chest, Nero Chaos's cold face was filled with ferocity.

Although the commotion had gradually subsided, the sickening feeling of frustration still made his mind nearly run wild.

"As a Chaos, why am I inferior to others in terms of mystery..."

"Does that need to be said?"

A clear young boy's voice rang out.

At the same time, the darkness wrapped around both sides of the street seemed to have gained life and was shrinking towards both sides.

"Of course it's because your purity is too low."

Roland walked out slowly from the shadows, looked at the vampire's stunned expression, and sneered mercilessly.

His voice was not loud, but it seemed continuous as it echoed in the empty streets.

"With the weight of a mere ancestor of the Dead Apostles, you dare to play the concept of the three evils of mankind with the Trinity. Naturally, the final result can only be a result of a freak of mortals."

"Even if I use the same amount of black mud as your hands and feet, this is not a replicable treasure as in the legend. It is a disaster that cannot be replicated, equivalent to the holy sword of the planet. Therefore, when the real thing appears, isn't it normal for the fake to shatter at the touch?"

"……Who are you!"

After a brief silence, as if he could no longer bear the oppressive feeling in the air, Nero gritted his teeth and asked in a roar.

"Who am I? That's a good question."

Roland chuckled, his tone somewhat inexplicable.

"Adam, Lilin, Antichrist, Satan, the Great Red Dragon... I am both the Eternal Emperor who saves the world at the end of the world, and the demon god who starts the war and burns the world to ashes with a single thought."

"!"

Nero Chaos showed an expression of disbelief, his face was pale and full of palpitations.

Every time a new name was thrown out, his back would twitch slightly as if he had been electrocuted.

That was the instinctive fear and bowing of the many monsters in the body.

If he had not been the main body and was resisting forcefully, his knees would probably have collapsed and he would have knelt down.

"I have countless names, just as there are countless variations of possibility and countless ways to die."

"——So, please call me by this name... Roland."

Roland spread out his palms, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a terrifying arc.

"Remember this, bastard!" (End of this chapter)