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Anyone who sees it will only think that Moran is a frivolous rich young man.

The female assassin didn't notice Moran's address to her. She had just recovered from the shock of finding out that the Dead Apostle was her Master.

After a few seconds of silence, the female assassin opened her red lips and said, "Thank you."

No matter how complicated the situation is.

No female assassin can go against her conscience.

The gentleman in front of her helped her avoid further humiliation from the Dead Apostles.

She absolutely cannot ignore this kindness.

If you are rescued, you should be grateful.

This is also a matter of course for a female assassin with devout beliefs and principles.

If the great Hassans of all generations saw that she had actually established a master-servant relationship with the dead apostles of the enemy of humanity, it would be a terrifying thing. It was truly too blasphemous and disloyal.

Fortunately, someone helped her.

Chapter 563: What is blood to you? [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

The squirming flesh and blood are still repeating the repair process.

Just one strike was enough to take his life.

The Jesta Principle Blood Ring is also unique among many Dead Apostles, and its characteristics are similar to those of a revolver bullet.

——A total of six rounds of ammunition.

The magician's spiritual base had been destroyed by the female assassin, and now the spiritual base of this skin had also been shattered by a single blow from the terrifyingly powerful man.

The Holy Grail War had only just begun.

It cost two lives.

While these bullets can be replenished, their production requires a significant amount of magic.

And it's quite troublesome.

In this Holy Grail War, it is almost impossible to replenish.

Having regained his ability to move, Zesta slowly stood up and stared at Moran and the female assassin with a ferocious look on his face.

"Asshole, asshole... How dare you do such a thing as walking side by side with my beloved? I absolutely cannot forgive such a thing!

Speaking of which, the fact that my dear assassin would naturally talk to someone like you is already beyond my endurance!"

The vampire kept roaring.

He fully experienced how disgusting it was to have the meat right next to his mouth taken away.

However, Moran remained unmoved by Jesta's indignation.

On the contrary, the female assassin's reaction was much greater.

She is still trembling.

This must be because he couldn't forgive the words spoken by the vampire, and he couldn't forgive himself for being summoned by the Dead Apostles.

“…My dear assassin!

If everything you love in your heart were to crumble, what would you feel? Ahhh...oh...wow! My beautiful girl, you are truly amazing! Just imagining you being stained by your own tears makes me cry!

Jesta had a grim smile on his face and tears of joy flowed down his face.

Just seeing the female assassin and Moran standing together made him feel as if his heart was being torn apart by a knife and filled with hatred.

However, there is also a kind of joy in expecting the destruction to come.

His thoughts began to become confused.

"It's so ugly! Just because you've gained freedom, you've become so arrogant...~"

Moran gave him a cold look.

His pitch-black pupils changed in an instant, transforming into noble and oppressive golden pupils.

"—Answer me, my small, domesticated subject.

This is the proof of my ancestors, the root of my disease. A vortex-like pit. Giving birth to descendants of a new principle.

What is blood to you?"

Moran's casual attitude suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there was a harsh voice like a judgment, which could be understood as a question from the king.

Although the police around couldn't feel anything specific.

However, they felt that when Moran said this, the space became thick and heavy as if it was filled with blood.

Mortals cannot understand what is going on.

As a Dead Apostle, it was impossible for Zesta not to understand.

That is a principle blood ring with the specifications of the True Ancestor.

The man before him was the master who had ruled over countless Dead Apostles in the ancient past, the darling of the planet.

Jesta widened his eyes in fear, his expression switching between astonishment, fear, and dread.

"—I accept this with respect.

To me, blood is love!

The interaction with my beloved is the nectar that comforts my soul! It is the thing on which my world and my principles operate!

So, without her, I would lose everything!"

Jesta's entire body was trembling.

Faced with the pressure, he couldn't resist and bent down, kneeling before the man who had taken away his beloved.

Even his voice was filled with respect.

This shame burned like a raging flame in Jesta's brain.

The strange scene made the police dizzy and they had no idea what Moran and Jesta were doing.

Moran had clearly insulted Jesta as a beast.

Jesta didn't object at all.

Could it be that he didn't refute it because it was the fact?

They are on the side of human reason and do not understand the dead apostles and ancestors.

"I see. That's your principle. As far as being a Dead Apostle is concerned, you're truly a genius."

Moran's True Ancestor's pressure quickly dissipated.

His tone was quite joking.

Jesta also recovered in an instant.

The Dead Apostles have always longed to push humans down from their position as primates.

In the past, Gem Onzelrich had told Moran.

In a certain world line, Jesta successfully contaminated the Holy Grail and awakened the Great Spider to destroy the planet.

That's why Zelrich wants Moran to get involved.

With Moran present in this Holy Grail War, it is obvious that Jesta has no chance of winning the Holy Grail.

“Gu…..Hu….Hu….”

Jesta continued to breathe heavily.

Who could have imagined that the monster living in the abyss of stars would come here and stand next to his beloved female assassin.

If he becomes his enemy, he will only end up dead.

Jesta is not afraid of death.

As a Dead Apostle, he actually pursues death.

Otherwise, Zesta would not have come to participate in the Holy Grail War.

The same is true for placing the idea of awakening the giant spider Ort on the Holy Grail. He wants to drag humanity and even the whole world to die with him.

A madman like him.

But I am not afraid of a mere death.

Now, the fear that arose in Jesta's heart was not the fear of death itself.

——Ah, I can’t accept it, I can’t accept it!

——How could I die before I could grasp the Holy Grail with my beloved assassin, destroy the world, destroy human principles, and leave assassins as the only human principles in this world!

Jesta's flesh and blood continued to wriggle.

He barely repaired his body to the point where he could stand, and placed his hand in the bloody hole on his chest.

Of the six holes, two have become dim.

He used his fingers to pull the dim holes to make the wheel spin, and then his flesh and blood seemed to boil.

The crackling sound of bones and flesh was heard again.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a werewolf with fur as red as the sunset. Each round of ammunition represented a gesture.

At this moment, his concept of existence is one step further away from Warcraft.

".roar--!!"

Jesta let out a deafening roar.

The surrounding policemen subconsciously raised their arms to defend themselves, ready to deal with any attack that might come at any time.

However, only a flash of red light was seen.

Jesta had no intention of staying here for too long.

He hurled himself toward the corridor, his limbs tumbling to the ground, creating a gust of wind, like a trapped beast escaping a cage.

Chapter 564: It's Time to Be a Bad Guy [Please Subscribe! Please Give Me Flowers!]

"Gu! Bastard......!"

Jesta cast a look of resentment.

Of course, he could only be looking at Moran.

Even if the other party is a True Ancestor, there is no reason for the Dead Apostles to bow down to the Ancestor.

The Dead Apostles were allowed to rebel against their superiors.

This is a standard that has long been accepted in the Dead Apostles world.

Even the twenty-seventh ancestor would only smile happily when they knew that their subordinates wanted to rebel against them.

No one will regret it.

Dead Apostles are immortal beings who can live for a very long time.

A long life can easily wear down the emotions of the Dead Apostles, so Zu also regards the rebellion of his subordinates as part of the fun.

The higher-ranking Dead Apostles are, the more they welcome their subordinates to rebel, expecting them to bring great joy to their lives.

If you die, you die.

It's not something unacceptable.

The superior will inherit the blood ring of the deceased ancestor.

As early as the moment they became Dead Apostles, they had already stepped into death. Dead Apostles' perception of death was far more indifferent than that of humans.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

The female assassin intended to exorcise at least that filth on her own.