Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Chapter 618: Tiamat Sings

"You are such a being..."

Nero Chaos looked at Roland in disbelief.

Although he was confident in challenging Bai Ji, he was not so arrogant as to rush up and seek death when the other party might involve a bunch of followers or fans.

It was his employer, the White Winged Lord, who had clearly assured him that neither the burial mechanism, the clock tower, nor any other ancestor would interfere with this.

The only ones to watch out for are Bai Ji herself, and another living saint whose whereabouts are elusive.

Although he knew that a shrewd fellow like Lord White Wing might falsify information, Nero came here with the mentality that it would not hurt to give it a try because he had an immortal body and did not have to worry about the consequences.

Unexpectedly, the shamelessness of Lord Bai Yi was beyond his imagination.

...Is this a saint?
"Of course it is. You are a researcher who used my legend to build his power, but you didn't even know about the miracles of the new millennium?"

Roland shook his head and muttered.

"It seems that it was right not to wait for Elquet to park the car before rushing over. Abstract secondary creations like yours should be swept into the trash."

Feeling the abyss-like aura from Roland, Nero Chaos also broke out in sweat on his forehead, like a wild dog that had seen thunder for the first time.

But after the horrifying fear completely permeated every personality, what reappeared in the vampire's eyes was an ecstasy that could not be described in words.

It is undoubtedly an embarrassing situation when Li Gui meets Li Kui, but from another perspective, it is also a reappearance of the truth.

Different from the useful phases in Magical Index, the basis for Type-Moon magicians to perform magic is to rely on the magic base engraved on the rules of the planet.

Since the system imprinted on the world at this moment is expressed in the form of religion and knowledge, it is natural that it will gradually be distorted in the process of being passed down from generation to generation as time goes by, and finally it will become completely unusable.

Although this system with a strong idol theory has a lot of room for expansion, allowing future generations to alienate, distort, and even create unofficial history according to their needs and imagination, it still needs some basic laws.

King Arthur could be a girl, and his treasure could be the Holy Lance instead of the Holy Sword, but you can't mistake a Roman emperor for King Arthur just because he looks like her.

Because of this, although there are so many religions and beliefs in the world that worship gods, except for the Eastern thought key patterns and the baptism and purification of the Holy Church, which have two complete systems, other mythological systems have mostly been integrated into the magic system after the Christian era.

Some sorcerers born from lesser-known religions and backgrounds are even given the derogatory name of primitive spells by magicians, who believe that only second-rate magicians would use or learn them.

The key difference here lies in the fact that after their base is gradually distorted, later comers cannot disprove their original appearance through existing clues.

Therefore, if it is not possible to be like the church, despite the emergence of so many strange schools and branches, since the Age of Gods, there have still been saints who have appeared one after another and performed miracles with their hard power.

If other declining magic bases want to revive, they can only try their luck and wait for a genius like Aozaki Touko to appear among the younger generation who can single-handedly reverse the original appearance.

The same is true for Nero.

Even though he used his ancestral blood ring to imitate the large number of reappearing 666 beasts and the Chaos Sea, in Roland's eyes they were just fakes that looked nothing like them.

But a fake is better than nothing at all.

With the real Beast of Apocalypse as a reference, even if he cannot reproduce a high-quality imitation, he can at least take a step further in the direction of magical modification.

Nero had a hunch that if he could successfully incorporate Roland's power - even just a small part of it - into his own system tree, he would definitely be able to surpass the realm of the Ancestor and become the highest-level vampire like the True Ancestor.

No, even going a step further, it is not a delusion to touch the Sea of Life that once gave birth to many gods!

"boom--!"

The air was compressed, squeezed, twisted, and finally suddenly spread out, causing violent airflow.

Suddenly, Nero Chaos's coat began to flutter.

However, the power source that makes it move everywhere is not the raging wind, but the pure and huge posture, using its body as a door to pour into the chaos nest of the outside world.

The tar-like black liquid with a strange fishy smell spread from all directions like waves at high tide, and soon covered the street tightly.

Amidst the waves that squirmed and moved, wave after wave like living things, hideous heads emerged.

That is the army of beasts.

Bulls, elks, lions, wolves, scorpions, crocodiles... Roland even caught a glimpse of the tail of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Modern and ancient times, predators and prey, behemoths that are tens of meters tall and dangerous species that are only the size of a palm all gathered together.

Moreover, unlike the black dogs that greeted us before, it can be seen from their pupils that are hidden in the darkness but still shine with scarlet light like lights that they have crossed the natural ecological boundaries and reached the level of fantasy.

Yes, every beast in this legion is a fantasy species.

As the trump card that allowed Nero Chaos to occupy the tenth seat and act recklessly for nearly a thousand years, although it is still nominally within the scope of the inherent barrier, the Beast King's Nest has apparently escaped the state of a world egg and grown branches.

Using the special forms accumulated by the beast's principle blood ring and the mystery of nearly a thousand years as materials, Nero, at full strength, can release a one-man army of fantasy species at any time.

Although in terms of individual level, it has only reached the lower limit of the fantasy beast level, and is far inferior to the Pegasus summoned by Medusa's treasure, not to mention Fafner and Beor who stand at the top of the fantasy beasts and touch the existence of divine beasts, but this amazing category is enough to make up for it all.

Charge, defense, surprise attack, assassination, this covers all aspects, with groups of monsters with different advantages, combined with mysteries that ignore most spells, and numbers like a tidal wave, even a great hero with outstanding skills will suffer in it.

The only way to defeat it is to use enormous force to wipe it out in one go.

But because of the characteristics of the Sea of Chaos, even if they were killed, these monsters would be quickly recovered into Nero's body and recreated.

Even if you want to ignore these factors and attack the main body directly in another way, it will not be effective.

Because Nero has given up his self and become a group of 666 beast factors.

Although this does not allow him to obtain the ability like Akado to store countless lives in the Dead River to replace death, if he cannot destroy these 666 lives in an instant, he will continue to resurrect.

Even with the ultimate future vision like the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, if Ryougi Shiki does not reach the level of special attack against living creatures and can see the death point like Toono Shiki, she will be exhausted in battle.

Even for a being like Elquet who is obviously stronger than him, it would be difficult to kill him completely without releasing his power. So much so that in the world line of the remake, even the creator felt that it was a waste to end the story with him here, and specially changed the candidate.

Therefore, Nero Chaos was called "Immortal Chaos" by many dead apostles with awe.

"It's really unbearable..."

Roland said softly.

Despite the roars and growls of the wild beasts, he still looked indifferent and even had a contemptuous smile on his face.

"He's just a worthless bastard, but if he's only this bad, my reputation as the prototype will be lowered as well."

"Humph--"

Nero snorted anxiously.

His proud achievements were ridiculed. For him who dedicated everything to the proposition of chaos, it was no less than smashing the work of a plastic artist in front of a plastic artist or tearing up his ace deck that he had fought for many years in front of a card artist.

But because he was just an imitator, he was inherently weaker in front of the real person and couldn't even talk back.

Therefore, Nero could only suppress his dissatisfaction and pour all his anger and murderous intent into the herd of beasts.

Suddenly, the army of Warcraft surrounded by the tide of chaos accelerated again, opened their bloody mouths, and let out a deafening roar that seemed to tear the sky apart.

They opened their bloody mouths as if they were going to tear the tiny figure in front of them into pieces in the next second.

"You seem very unconvinced. In that case, let me demonstrate it to you."

However, even though the distance was so close that he could even clearly see the fangs in the monster's mouth, Roland remained unmoved.

"Look carefully, this is how the so-called black mud is used."

He stared at the beasts rushing towards him and snapped his fingers casually.

This action seems to be waiting for something.

Sure enough, as the crisp sound came, the beasts' forward charge came to an abrupt halt.

Their entire bodies were vibrating from the inside out, staggering as if they were drunk, and ripples like water waves were appearing on the surface.

Regardless of race or appearance, spider-web-like cracks appeared on all scales and fur.

Then, when cracks spread all over the body, the grooves would suddenly expand, rupture, and then quickly spread, with hot mud flowing out of them.

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

In no time at all, starting with the few magical beasts closest to Roland, the entire herd was transformed into black liquid in the scorching black mud, just like the spore organs in science fiction. They were entangled with each other, so that the chaos tide that engulfed the herd was also ignited by the temperature of the black mud, rising twisted and terrifying flames.

"That is... a collection of sins..."

The ancestor of the Dead Apostles' dynamic vision allowed Nero to keenly recognize the source of the anomaly.

Also based on the form of the Beast of Apocalypse, the black mud he can touch is just the kind that has no feet, no eyes, and no appearance, so it has no fixed form. It is a chaos that can evolve into anything and can be freely recycled and recreated in a basic form.

But when Roland used it, this property became an evil thing that could directly give life to the other party and change its form because nothing existed.

Unless one is not tainted by the dark side of original sin, even a heroic spirit will be infected and subject to the opponent's control.

What he used to be proud of, his ability to independently manipulate the thoughts of different individuals with multiple personalities, has now become his biggest weakness.

This form of divided yet unified control not only weakens the mental defense, but also causes the entire group to crash when one extension is infected.

"Didn't I warn you before? The purity of the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles is too low."

Roland smiled slightly.

"So what if it was upgraded from a beast to a demon beast? This level of mystery can only bully modern magicians. For me, it has no effect at all."

"I originally thought that taking the black dog in advance would make you smarter, but I didn't expect you to be killed in one wave."

"Bastard, have you become lax after playing too much in the modern fishpond bureau, or have you finally realized that your greatest value is to please me? If it's the latter, it's worthy of praise. Do you want me to grant you a painless death?"

"Don't be ridiculous! Beast of Revelation!"

Hearing such a stinging irony, although Nero had long since discarded all unnecessary emotions, the ferocious anger still echoed violently in his chest.

If he was humiliated like this by someone else, even if he was Elquet, he would not feel any emotion at all.

But Roland is different.

If the proposition that Nero Chaos pursues is a thesis, then the data of his mentor, the Six Beasts, is one of the foundations of his establishment.

Being mocked by such an idol-like existence for his hard work being worthless was tantamount to the ultimate insult to Nero, who had lost even his personality and was left with only obsession.

"I want you to understand the consequences of underestimating me! My research is the truth of this world! It transcends this era and is your equal!"

At this moment, Nero Chaos seemed to have forgotten everything and roared as he tore open his chest.

The next moment, like layers of dark clouds, an endless black tide continued to surge out from the crack and spread out.

"Wait... You don't want to..."

Roland blinked, his eyes looking a little subtle.

But Nero paid him no attention, his entire body melting into the crawling chaos.

In other words, he has turned into chaos itself.

That black mud, like tar, as if it was about to swallow up everything, like a bottomless abyss leading to another world, which made people shudder. This was his truest appearance.

In a short while, these amorphous bodies gathered together, and the tide covered all the beasts and black mud mixed together, forming a pus-like film.

Like eyes, dense bubbles constantly form and decompose on the surface of the film, flashing with the faint light of flames.

It was a complete nightmare scene.

"Click——"

Before he could finish his words, as if to refute his words, the dark film was suddenly torn apart by a pair of huge claws.

Today, Nero Chaos has turned into a muscular monster that looks like a werewolf.

This is his final trump card.

The herd of beasts released from the Beast King's Nest is nothing more than a combination and mutation of different factors. If all the beast factors in the body are concentrated on the main body, he can become a fantasy species capable of competing with the dragon species.

However, because the strength of such individuals is not yet to the point where it cannot be compensated compared to the group, and it is not convenient to differentiate into other individuals at any time to hunt and restore vitality in this form, it is not often used.

"You underestimate me, Roland."

Nero Chaos raised his claws, feeling a power completely different from the past, and let out an excited shout.

"Do you think that after you polluted my herd with the black mud of sin, I would not dare to take them back into my body?"

"Fifty years from now, when my personality has been completely assimilated, this move can indeed be called brilliant. As long as I dare to do this, the many reversed personalities will fight and kill each other, causing my existence to completely disappear, and I will really become a group of chaos that can only fight among themselves and follow their instincts."

"But for me right now, as my obsession has not completely disappeared, this is exactly the nourishment and motivation I need!"

Nero Chaos raised his head high and shouted proudly.

"The desire to survive, the beasts that were reversed by the black mud and really began to transform into a large group, all of this will only become the last piece of the puzzle to complete me!"

"As expected..."

Staring at the dark monster in front of him, Roland did not feel nervous at all, but instead sighed helplessly.

"You committed suicide."

"?!"

Such calm words caused a hint of anger to appear on Nero's face.

"Don't you understand yet? I am no longer the weird person I used to be!"

"Even if the black mud is nothing to you, it is still part of your strength. I use it to build my body. I am already the person closest to chaos in this era!"

He stared at Roland, opening his mouth and roaring.

"Given time, it is not impossible for me to recreate the original sea of life..."

"Of course I know."

Roland interrupted Nero's roar and spoke slowly.

"In fact, it is precisely because I know this that I believe you have committed suicide."

He raised his finger to his lips.

"Listen, Mother is already singing."

"what?!"

Nero was stunned for a moment by these inappropriate words, and felt that Roland was playing a trick on him again.

However, the next moment, his face changed drastically.

"what is that……"

The moment this question came out of his mouth, Nero already had the answer in his mind.