Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

The soul seems to be gradually crushed into powder.

Along with the chill, a crackling sound seemed to echo in my ears.

She couldn't believe that the Master who summoned her was a Dead Apostle, nor could she accept that he was using the magic of a Dead Apostle in the beginning...

"Ahh... the touch of that palm was like a passionate kiss, I will surely never forget it.

You truly captured my heart. My appearance had changed because of the shock of death I had experienced.

Jesta smiled intoxicatedly.

As for the female assassin—

An incurable feeling of disgust ran through her body.

It feels as if every drop of blood in the body is stained with poisonous mud.

It felt like I had suffered extremely unreasonable humiliation.

Her delicate body trembled with grief, anger and unforgiveability.

"But what I'm most curious about is... My dear, who severed the bond between you and me? Who severed the connection between us that transcends life and death?!"

Jesta's expression turned ferocious.

It's like being cheated on.

Even his vampire fangs were exposed, and his uncontrollable anger was overflowing and surging.

When this was mentioned, the female assassin's expression froze.

In a trance, she thought of what the rude man had done to her not long ago.

——Could it be that...the reason my magic output has dropped...is because he severed the connection between me and this monster!?

The female assassin wasn't stupid. 0.9 recalled the strange feeling she'd felt in the magic circuit at that time, and she was even more certain that this was exactly what Moran had done.

Suddenly, a sense of relief emerged in my heart.

And a sense of guilt and gratitude.

The man she considered disrespectful actually helped her sever her connection with the Dead Apostles.

If she continued to wear the collar of a dead apostle, she couldn't imagine how she would survive.

She couldn't allow the magic of such a person to flow into her body.

That is filth, that is heresy that must not be tolerated.

"So, I told you, right? You'll thank me, right? It's not too late to tell me that now."

Another voice echoed in the police station.

Jesta couldn't help but frown.

He was unhappy that someone had interrupted his encounter with his beloved, and at the same time, he was very concerned about this sentence.

Chapter 562: Ordinary citizens who happened to pass by [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly pass!]

"......"

The female assassin did not respond.

However, she knew who the voice belonged to.

It is the one who keeps Himself from being defiled.

Helped the man who had made a serious mistake.

Thinking back to the person she met by chance on the street, she felt a little ashamed that she was so immature at that time.

click, click, click—

From the shadows of the corridor, the man walked out.

This is Moran who has been observing the battle.

Now that the drama has reached its climax, it is almost time for him to take the initiative to show up.

".......Who are you!?"

Orlando seemed to have thought of something.

He seemed to be choking.

I couldn't reveal Moran's real name to his face; just looking at him was like bearing the weight of the atmosphere.

"Who are you? And what did you just say?"

Jesta stared at Moran who had stepped into this space.

Subconsciously, he found his body entering a state of alert, as if guarding against some natural enemy.

--How can it be!

——Am I afraid of him!?

I don't know how long I've been a Dead Apostle.

17 Jesta had long lost the intuitive sense of fear, had forgotten what it felt like.

But now, this man felt it.

"I'm nobody, just an ordinary citizen who happened to be passing by and couldn't stand your persistent pursuit. So, I severed the master-servant relationship between you and her. This one-sided, obsessive love is not a good thing."

Moran smiled pleasantly.

He faced Jesta with a condescending attitude.

From his perspective, the pressure only became more intense.

The police felt that Moran was unfathomable.

Just as humans cannot measure the vastness of the universe,

In the eyes of everyone, this guy is from another universe with a similar shape to humans.

The word dangerous comes to mind.

"Ka, kahahahahahaha! It's you, separating me and my dear... Turns out it was you, you piece of shit!"

Jesta didn't get angry but laughed instead.

He cracked his neck and opened his arms wide, laughing ferociously and shouting in anger:

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to tear your nerves and magic circuits apart! I'm going to burn your throat!"

The flames of resentment brewing in Jesta's eyes were hot enough to burn everything in the world.

He was so furious that he ignored his body's warnings.

At this moment, the vampire only wanted to give this man who deserved death, pain beyond that of being cut into pieces.

In an instant, he burst out with a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

Jesta appeared beside Moran.

The fangs and claws flashed with cold blood.

The next second, he would tear Moran's handsome skin into pieces of blood and flesh!

Pfft——! !

Blood splattered across the floor.

Just as everyone imagined.

The terrifying vampire ravaged and tore the man apart...

Wait, something's wrong!

The police officers took a closer look and found out——

The person with blood foam flying everywhere was not the dignified and handsome man, but a vampire as hideous as a devil!

I don't know what method Moran used.

I don't know if there are any servants to help.

Boom——! !

What the police officers observed with their own eyes was that Jesta flew out, and his entire body was printed on the wall in the shape of a large character.

If it were an ordinary person, facing such a heavy blow.

I'm afraid it has been broken into pieces without even a bone left.

However, as a Dead Apostle, Jesta has a strong ability to survive.

At this moment, 50% of his bones were shattered and 60% of his internal organs were shattered into blood foam.

No human being could imagine such pain.

Because, long before humans could endure this pain, they had already stepped into the arms of death.

thump--! !

Jesta, who was clinging to the wall, fell to the ground.

The scene was dizzying and dazzling.

It was as if I saw something shattered and scattered all over the ground.

Like an overturned bucket, red liquid spread across the marble floor.

The smell of blood was suffocating.

Fragments of internal organs flowed out from the gaps in the flesh.

"Oh? Not dead?"

Moran's eyebrows raised slightly.

This expression is like the attitude of someone who stepped on a bug and unexpectedly discovered that the bug was still alive and kicking.

"Kill you...Kill you..."

Like the whisper of a devil.

Accompanied by the crunching sound of twisted bones being straightened and the wet sound of flesh wriggling.

The blood on the ground was sucked back into the vampire's body.

Bone fragments were also swept back.

It was so weird that it seemed like a time travel performance, giving the police officers a chilling feeling.

Only then did they realize where they were.

This is a demonic realm beyond human intelligence.

"I see, so you have multiple lives? This reminds me of someone I've met in the past... Hehe, it's rare to find a Dead Apostle who can store lives like this."

Moran looked at the bloody body of Jesta.

His eyes were like those of a scientist observing a mouse, full of intelligence but without a trace of pity.

The principle of the Dead Apostles' recovery is not self-healing.

Rather, it is a mechanism similar to turning back time, allowing the body to return to its state before damage.

Therefore, even if the dead apostles were crushed into powder.

They can still be resurrected at 980.

Furthermore, it was now night time, and the Dead Apostles' abilities were greatly enhanced during this time.

"Oh, let's get back to the topic, Miss Fanatic. I've helped you so much. Isn't it too much to say thank you?"

Moran had a smile on his face, as warm as spring breeze.

He turned his head and looked at the stunned female assassin.

It was as if he didn't even notice the Dead Apostle repairing himself not far away, and he even had the leisure to chat with someone.

No one could tell that he was the one who ravaged vampires.