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

His dark side completely expanded and erupted, no longer following common sense.

It's hilarious to reason with the Avengers.

All Alcides has to do is kill the gods.

There is no room for leniency or compromise; anyone related to the gods must die.

"Humph, how confident! I never had the chance to fight you in my lifetime, but now I have it after my death... How ridiculous."

Alcides showed a hideous, self-deprecating expression.

He spread out the cloth that was originally draped over his shoulders and covered his head with it to hide his face.

In an instant, the atmosphere became heavy.

A terrifying murderous aura erupted from Alcides, and an invisible blood-red wave seemed to drown everyone present.

It was clear that he couldn't wait to fight Moran.

The gang of mafia was so frightened that they lost their souls. It was a sign of their high quality that they didn't faint immediately.

"Hey, hey, hey, you want to fight me without even confirming your Master. When it comes to arrogance, I'm not as good as you."

Moran chuckled and complained.

He was not intimidated by Alcides's power and remained calm and composed.

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"Besides, there's no need to rush into battle right now. The Holy Grail War has only just begun. Why don't you listen to an interesting story?"

Moran said with a faint smile.

The murderous aura emanating from Alcides weakened.

It's really unbelievable. As a paranoid avenger, he chose to temporarily give up his murderous intention at this moment.

This is the difference between the Avenger and the Berserker.

To some extent, the Avengers are extremely principled, and their eyes are fixed solely on their own goals of revenge.

He is a madman with reason.

Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, it has its own logic of action.

Berserker is the exact opposite.

Afterwards, Moran told Alcides the rules of the game that Gilgamesh and Enkidu had set in the desert.

This is a game that fits the Holy Grail-War theme quite well.

The man who slaughters the prey in the Holy Grail War and obtains the most spoils is the winner.

I don't know if it's a coincidence.

Whether it is Gilgamesh, Enkidu, or Alcides, they all have a default idea.

That is, they all want to be the winner of this game.

Then, it will be up to him and Moran to decide the winner.

It can be said that Moran has subtly become a hot commodity in the eyes of the three people, no less popular than the Holy Grail.

"Alright. This game doesn't conflict with my revenge or my desire to have a final battle with you.

My friend, I am the only one who can chop off your head.

Anyone who stands in my way will be killed without mercy!"

Alcides agreed to play the game.

If he fought Moran right here, he couldn't guarantee that he would still have enough strength to seize the Holy Grail after the battle.

Undoubtedly, Moran is the strongest rival.

Alcides can now feel the changes in his spiritual base. He currently possesses a total of three treasures.

[Twelve Trials], [Twelve Glories], [Usurper of the Heavenly Wind].

Although these three Noble Phantasms combined were extremely powerful, Alcides did not dare to be arrogant.

The Moran in front of him was the one who had defeated the gods.

They were just the three great treasures. If he became proud and complacent because of relying on them, he was sure that he would lose this battle.

Afterwards, Moran explained everything to him and took Tiamat away from the meat processing plant.

Finally, Moran gave Bazdilot a meaningful look.

Although this guy is Alcides's Master.

However, in Alcides' eyes, once the opponent has lost his usefulness, the only option is to behead him.

This is the price humans pay for playing with heroes.

Even as a demon among men, Alcides still stood on the side of praising humanity. He had no reason not to kill a demon like Bazdelot.

Time passed, and the Avengers nocked their arrows on their bows.

Almost half a day had passed since Alcides and Moran separated at the meat processing plant.

He declared war with a single arrow.

From the great valley north of Snowfield, divine arrows spanning dozens of kilometers flew through the city streets.

One hit hit the building where Gilgamesh was.

In order to win the Holy Grail and to seize the opportunity to fight against their best friends, the Avengers launched a battle.

Gilgamesh was provoked like this.

Alcides will not be spared.

However, he was not the only one heading to the battlefield. There was also another heroic spirit riding a steed.

She is a true cavalryman who has just arrived.

The pseudo-cavalry were the Pale Knights who arrived earlier.

"The person who came...is her..."

Moran watched the live broadcast through the water mirror magic.

His expression became complicated.

"Isn't she...Hippolyta?"

"That Amazon Queen, I didn't expect that she would be summoned to this Holy Grail War..."

Medea and Atalanta watch with Moran.

They recognized the cavalrymen at a glance.

That was the one and only heroine who had interacted with them in Greece, the beloved daughter of the god of war Ares.

"Haha, Master Moran, what do you think Hippolyta's wish would be when she comes to this Holy Grail War?"

Medea smiled gently.

Although it looked as beautiful as a blooming flower, it gave Moran a vague feeling of stomachache.

"Medea, you ask such a strange question...

How could I possibly answer what wish Hippolyta wants to make when she participates in the Holy Grail War...?"

Moran said with a wry smile on his face.

However, as soon as these words came out.

Not only Medea and Atalanta glared at him, but even the other women who were chatting about trivial family matters cast their eyes over him.

It’s like his eyes are saying, “Keep pretending.”

They have been married for so long.

How could they not see through Moran's character and believe that this was another romantic debt of Moran.

However, when Moran was in Greece, he did not have any further contact with Hippolyta.

It just maintains friendly relations at the national level.

And, a friend who is quite talkative in private.

Hippolyta was not a woman who would neglect her career for love.

She is the king of the Amazons, responsible for bringing the glory of war to her people and making the Amazons prosperous.

Moran is also the monarch of a country.

He was certainly aware of this burden.

Therefore, Moran had anticipated this at the time, and he did not choose any option other than friendship with Hippolyta.

But what did Hippolyta think?

Moran was not clear about this.

Because in Greece at that time, even if they asked, it would be meaningless and would only cause more trouble to the two of them.

However, the time has come to the present day of the Holy Grail War.

It’s hard to say about this matter.

"Mo Lan, you've already found so many women. I wouldn't mind if you added a few more sisters to our group."

Atalanta made shocking remarks.

Of course, she said this for a reason.

"Back in Greece, for various reasons, I can understand your choice. But, that was then, and this is now... After all, Hippolyta also had a hard time back then..."

Atalanta said with a sigh.

She has been with Moran for so long that she naturally wouldn't be too vague about matters of the heart.

Also, she and Hippolyta communicated frequently.

Both are Greek heroines.

Also related worshippers of the moon goddess Artemis.

The two of them had a lot to talk about when they got together, so she understood Hippolyta's distress better than anyone else.

After all, Moran hadn't faced himself yet.

Atalanta believed that he could face the problems of the past in the present.

P.S.: It's cold, I took a nap, got up late, and there is still a chapter to do later.

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"......I'll talk to her."

Moran was silent for a while and then replied.

Seeing that Moran was not taking things lightly, Atalanta smiled brightly and felt relieved.

She grew up in the jungle and among wild animals.

In terms of ethics, Atalanta was obviously not as conservative as the other women. She naturally believed that those who are capable should work harder.

A capable person like Moran.

It's okay to be tired, it's not a big deal.

As a wife, she doesn't care, so why should Moran care?

"Ah, being handsome can also be a problem..."

Moran said with a hint of worry.

Once again, the women rolled their eyes.

Although they did not deny that Moran was indeed handsome, he was ungrateful after getting the advantage, which was really asking for a beating.