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

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When I came to my senses, I had already taken a step.

Destroy the monsters before you and rid yourself of your own filth—driven by the urge to destroy yourself, but not allowed due to faith.

But thinking about such things was itself evidence of her immaturity, and she felt ashamed of it, so she tried her best to eliminate the Master/enemy who was trying to escape.

"Hey, if you have any trouble later, you can consider coming to me. I don't mind helping you."

Moran looked at the female assassin, who was enraged by her faith.

He extended another olive branch.

Just as Irisviel said.

This guy is so promiscuous that he is not even aware of it. It is truly amazing.

".......If necessary, I will."

The female assassin glanced at Moran.

Although, that gaze was still cold, it had obviously become much softer and more natural than before.

Chasing after Jesta who was trying to escape from this place.

She rushed towards the passage quickly.

Two afterimages, one black and one red, started a chase in the building at a speed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Not only that, there is also the Hanseatic priest who caused the dispute, who also followed the female assassin to chase the vampire.

Moran has no intention of chasing.

He was just a mere seventh-level upper-ranking Dead Apostle. Wouldn't it be too cheap for him, the True Ancestor King, to chase him?

If you tell this to your former True Ancestor compatriots.

I'm afraid everyone will laugh to death.

Moran's prey in the past were all ancestors. He disdained to hunt down beings like the seventh-level dead apostles.

As for the people from the church.

Moran also didn't care.

"But she's pretty good as Noelle's whetstone. Even though she inherited my blood, she's still a bit reckless..."

Moran couldn't help but smile.

Noyer, who inherited his Principle Blood Ring, is at least at the level of the Twenty-Seventh Ancestor in terms of strength.

But, she didn't have much experience.

He has the strength of his ancestors, but lacks the style to match it.

Right now, a seventh-level dead apostle like Jesta is just the right person for Noyer to train.

This is also the reason why Moran let Jesta go.

He didn't care much for this dead apostle.

As mentioned before, the Dead Apostles are nothing more than food for the True Ancestors. In the past, these vampires were lambs to be slaughtered.

What's more, Moran didn't come here for the female assassin and Jesta this time, and interacting with the two was just a coincidence.

“Hehe…”

Moran seemed to be humming a tune.

He looks like he is in a good mood.

His eyes swept across all the police officers present in the police station lobby, leaving no one behind.

These guys are still far from being true heroes. Looks like I'll have to be the bad guy...

At the same time, Moran sighed helplessly in his heart.

His behavior, which was like observing an animal, made the police officers shudder and subconsciously adopt a defensive posture.

"Okay, now it's just us.

"My dear officers, are you just standing there, just waiting to watch the show? It must be said that with only this level of skill, you are not qualified to survive this Holy Grail War."

Moran had a mean smile plastered on his face.

Treat these police officers with contempt.

"In the fight against the assassins, 70% of you will die. After paying this price, the remaining 30% might be able to awaken the True Name of the Noble Phantasm, but even then, it's only a 50-50 chance.

In my opinion, this is too weak. Do you think the Holy Grail War is just playing house?"

Moran made his judgment with a sharp gaze.

If the battle continues.

There is a 90% chance that it will turn out as he said. This is the price that must be paid to transform the team.

This is really...too bad.

If it were Britain's direct troops, there would definitely be casualties.

The food was so good that even Moran couldn't help but show up.

He has certain expectations for these mortals, so how can he just sit back and watch?

The problem here does not refer to the police officers’ poor cooperation.

It refers to the overall quality of their dishes.

However, it is not difficult to understand, as the oldest of these policemen is only around 30 or 40 years old.

Even police officers don't necessarily experience many life-and-death situations in modern society. Modern society is overly protective of humans, treating them like lambs and erasing their bloodiness.

Although, this is a good thing for the development of human nature.

But when it comes to how individuals cope with disasters, Moran feels it can't get any worse.

As Gilgamesh said.

In this era, humans only have the advantage of numbers.

There are so many useless people.

Even if one-fifth of the human race were eliminated, human nature would still function without much change.

As a king, Moran has the confidence to say this.

"Moran Edelfeldt Pendragon, the great King of Britain. I, Orlando Levi, and the Snowfield City Public Security Police have no intention of becoming your enemy... You are not the Master of the Holy Grail War, so there is no need for us to fight, right?"

Orlando's throat trembled slightly.

Facing the pressure emanating from the king, he took a step forward with a determined look that showed he wasn't afraid of death.

"Hahahaha, that's great. I know you don't intend to be my enemy and you respect me.

This is very good, I can praise you. I can also express my gratitude to you on behalf of Britain. "

Moran said with a laugh.

Orlando felt that there was still room for maneuver, and just when he wanted to express more goodwill.

Moran smiled coldly and said, "However, just because you don't intend to be my enemy doesn't mean I don't intend to be your enemy."

Chapter 565: Dragon, Snake, and Mouse [Subscribe! Flowers!]

The first thing that catches your eye.

It is the bent body of the policeman.

Facing the police officer spurting blood, the man's fist pierced deeply into his body.

The sound of flesh tearing apart bones followed.

“Pfft, ha…”

In less than a moment, a police officer fell to the ground.

This scene was telling everyone present that carelessness could lead to death.

"Aren't you going to lend a helping hand to your companions?"

Moran said with a scornful smile.

He threw his hands at the police officers surrounding him, and the blood splattered on the ground like a picture.

As if the life just fell at his hands.

Like useless garbage.

At this moment, the police officers who saw their colleagues being treated so miserably felt as if their brains were being burned by flames.

It is impossible to remain indifferent.

A female police officer on the third floor aimed at him and tightened the bowstring.

After the three golden arrows were released at the same time, they flew in three curves at a speed close to the speed of sound and approached Moran's heart.

However, as the arrow got closer, it began to dim, and when it reached its destination, it turned into an ordinary arrow, bouncing off without even scratching the clothes.

He didn't move at all, not only that, the arrow was simply blocked by his skin.

He didn't have scales like a dragon, nor was he made of steel. No matter how you looked at him, he just had ordinary white and soft skin, but sonic arrows couldn't penetrate him.

Furthermore, the more the police attacked Moran, the more they felt their strength being taken away from them.

Even the Axe Policeman, who was the first to draw out the power of a Noble Phantasm, delivered a "slash that disregarded distance and crushed the enemy."

Even if there is a feeling of hitting.

Nor could he shake a hair of Moran's.

Moran just grabbed the blade of the axe, and with a little force, he crushed it to pieces!

This is a weapon that can be compared to a treasure!

"You were in the same situation when you dealt with that dead apostle before, right? I'm going to teach you a lesson right here...

The Dead Apostles are creatures that negate the existence of human history and exist to taint human rules. And above these creatures are the even more advanced True Ancestors.

Moran played with the fragments of the Noble Phantasm.

While patiently explaining to the police officers.

"Denying... human history...?"

"Yes, that's right. Therefore, both the Dead Apostles and the True Ancestors can negate the protection of Noble Phantasms created by humans, or those prepared by the gods for humans.

If it was a Noble Phantasm made by a god for another god, that would be a different matter, but humans generally can't easily prepare something like that, right?

So, this is purely a matter of mutual opposition. The Dead Apostles are snakes, you are rats, and I am the dragon that preys on you snakes and rats. It's as simple as that."

Moran vaguely revealed his identity.

Orlando was the first to hear it.

Considering Jesta's previous strange attitude towards Moran, and his understanding of Dead Apostles as a magus—

The new king Moran is also a true ancestor!

Cold sweat soaked my back.

Although Orlando didn't know how powerful the True Ancestor was, he understood that it was a being above the Dead Apostles.

Blood began to stain the lobby of the police station red.

Regardless of gender, even female police officers, Moran showed no mercy.

Watch as he plunges his hand into the officer without mercy.

If you are unreasonable again, I will do whatever I want.

Everyone who gets infected is so miserable as if they have entered hell, and at first glance they look like they are deader than dead.

But Moran never killed anyone.