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

——The pressure of facing the death of a companion!

Moran didn't want to let the police officers die, so he considerately gave those who fell to the ground a breath of fresh air.

Of course, Moran couldn't say this.

He didn't do it to get the officers to thank him.

What Moran wanted to see was simple.

He was not disappointed with mankind like Gilgamesh, but still believed that heroes could still be born in this era!

Tearing flesh and blood, cold and ruthless.

However, behind his seemingly evil face, he actually has a passionate love for humanity, almost like a descendant.

Besides, Moran didn't lie.

With the current strength of these counterfeits, it is completely impossible for them to participate in the Holy Grail War.

"you--!!"

Another police officer rushed up as if on fire.

However, Moran didn't care about the hostility at all.

"He's really hot-blooded...

What, do you hate me? Do you want to kill me? If you don't stop me, another comrade will die."

"Shut up--!!"

Moran had a faint smile on his face.

The police officer, who prided himself on his sturdy physique, raised his large shield and charged.

But, it's just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

In an instant, the indestructible shield shattered into pieces and became as fragile as snowflakes in front of Moran.

Moran's extended fist was a lightning strike.

Before the police officer could relieve the force, his bones were shattered.

Gradually, the police officers began to feel "fear".

Just a moment ago, they were still able to put up a decent fight against the assassin's heroic spirit.

However, what is going on with this situation?

Monsters called "Dead Apostles" and "True Ancestors" should have nothing to do with the Holy Grail War, but Moran was able to unreasonably ravage the snowfield city that was the site of the struggle.

What exactly is a heroic spirit?

What is it to want to defeat them?

Is there any monster in this world that is so powerful that it doesn't even need to be summoned by the Throne of Heroes?

Facing such an invincible existence.

The police officers seemed to have fallen into a huge vat of despair and could only stare at Moran with fear.

However, not everyone is like this.

There are also a few people who remain steadfast.

There are still five people who can maintain their fighting spirit and continue to stand, including Director Orlando and the female secretary.

One of the young policemen stood out the most.

He stared at Moran with his eyes wide open, not flinching at the overwhelming power.

"Oh? There are still people who aren't afraid."

There was a hint of approval in Moran's eyes.

Both of these people have heroic qualities.

Many police officers have bent over and knelt on the ground due to excessive fatigue.

They faced the devil that Moran was now playing.

He actually had the courage to resist. Even if his strength was insufficient, his courage alone was worthy of praise.

Chapter 566 You are justice! [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly pass!]

"Simply put, the so-called Heroic Spirits are the products of human history and protect the order of the human world. Dead Apostles and Ancestors are the opposite.

If you can transform from a fake into a genuine product, you might have a chance to defeat me."

Moran is like a gentle and persuasive tutor.

Transfer knowledge to police officers step by step.

But this is easier said than done.

Even Orlando, who led the police officers, failed to awaken the true name of his Noble Phantasm, let alone others.

The officers interpreted Moran's words more as an insult.

An insult to the weak.

Faced with a reality that could almost be called comical, half of the police officers gritted their teeth.

Despite this, their hearts have not yet been defeated.

Because Director Orlando was still standing in the center of the hall.

He is the last possibility left for everyone, as if to say that this is the last fortress.

"call........."

Orlando felt death approaching.

He did not cry or make a fuss, but was calm and clear-headed to an inhuman level.

From the moment he decided to participate in the Holy Grail War.

He intended to live towards death.

Whether it's the King of Heroes Gilgamesh, the Dead Apostles, or the unreasonable True Ancestor.

In his eyes, there is no difference between these opponents.

They are all terrifying existences that are beyond human imagination and can easily kill human ants.

However, death came faster than expected.

But he also has human dignity.

Even if it meant death, he would struggle with all his might and swing an unyielding sword at the almighty True Ancestor.

He stands in this place as a human being.

They will die as humans.

"Wow...is this finally starting to get interesting?"

Moran only saw Orlando's knife-holding gesture.

You will understand his determination and awareness.

If anyone present dared to beg for mercy, he would kill them without mercy.

I will not hold back and will really send him to the underworld.

"As a leader, you're quite good. It's just that the others are a little lacking. Without composure, they can't unleash their full potential..."

Would simply knocking me down, destroying me, and crushing my insides be enough to appease the anger of my lost companions?"

Moran's tone sounded as if he cherished this period of struggle.

At the same time, he continued to pursue the gasping police officers like a storm, his attacks extremely accurate and ruthless.

"What......!?"

Orlando wanted to step forward to stop it.

As a result, he was bound by chains that appeared from nowhere, each of which weighed dozens of tons.

This is a chain of imaginary materialization.

It is a burden that humans cannot escape.

The chains that bound Orlando seemed to be shouting, "This is a critical moment, don't ruin my plan."

This bastard——does he look down on me!?

Orlando thought of this first.

But he soon changed his mind and began to think seriously about why Moran didn't kill him but tied him up.

If he wanted to kill, it would be a matter of snapping his fingers.

There is no need for restraint at all.

In retrospect, Moran's killings seemed pointless.

But he always gives thoughtful guidance every time.

He even saw through the characteristics of Dumas's Noble Phantasm and knew the process of transforming a fake Noble Phantasm into a genuine one...

Could it be that... he wants to...!?

Orlando's eyes widened as if he had thought of something.

His expression was one of disbelief.

Faced with this suspicion, he was not sure and had no evidence to prove his guess.

"Hic, ah!"

The skin was torn and blood was scattered.

The police officers' will was worn down to the limit.

"Are you going to let me kill you? Or are you going to kill me? Whatever it is, make a decision for me quickly!"

Moran urged.

At the same time, he dug his fingers into the black policeman's knuckles.

The next moment, the sound of breaking resounded through the joints below the shoulder, all being dislodged. Every finger, without exception, twisted in impossible directions.

“Hurghh ...

Screams echoed throughout the police station lobby.

It was a bloody scene like hell, but Moran continued on as if nothing had happened.

He did not ask his wife to accompany him.

This is also one of the reasons.

After all, playing a bad guy is not a pleasant job.

"It's so hard to destroy it, how can I expect you to heal it again? Starting over? Using healing magic to restore it while it's still there is really too ignorant of the situation..........

Don’t you think so, young man?

"Damn it...put her down!!"

Moran's gentle, dignified, and gorgeous figure, not stained with a drop of blood, was as dazzling as the sun.

But, for these policemen.

He is the devil who constantly brings suffering and sneers.

The world was dyed blood red.

No matter how much they tried to stop Moran's brutal behavior towards his companions, they would only end up with the same miserable fate.

Unbeatable, invincible.

It's not a question of the quality of the Noble Phantasms possessed by the police.

For them, the existence before their eyes is already standing at a height that transcends the differences between things.