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

Flying across the top of the iron forest made of steel and concrete, several purple thunderbolts transformed into pythons and pounced and bit.

That is the thunder of the Shumi Gate.

"Tsk...! 483"

Feeling the chill coming from behind, Jesta smacked his lips and threw a stream of blood backwards.

He didn't even dare to use the technique head-on.

Because he knew that his mediocre skills were a joke in front of Xier, the magician who was so strong that it was unfair.

Only the Principle Blood Ring can hold the scene.

He stopped the Thunder, that's right.

However, this was just a feint by Xier. The real attack came from the cold light in front that looked like a black crow.

“——Gu!”

Jesta dodged Black Key's shot at the last second.

Beads of cold sweat began to flow down.

If he stopped here for even a second, he believed he would die.

Not because of anything else.

The Seventh Sacred Code of Xiel has the ability to kill with one strike, ignoring the immortality of the Dead Apostles.

Just as Jesta was still feeling relieved.

A gleam shone deep in Xiyeer's eyes.

The black key that shot into the air did not stop. It flew through the air like a black crow flapping its wings.

Two black keys shot rapidly towards somewhere on the ground at a strange angle.

As they plunged into the ground, Jesta, who was flying in the air, seemed to be petrified.

Jesta's shadow was pinned down.

"Damn..."

Jesta cursed.

That was the Crow Burial ritual of the Agent, which could freeze the target's movements as long as it hit their shadow.

Realizing that death was approaching, Jesta became extremely furious. He burst out all his blood and tried to break free from the restraints.

Just a moment's pause.

That was more than enough for Hier.

"Free the chains, remove the bones, understand the hatred—"

An inescapable iron grip was thrown down from the night sky.

She put all her effort into it.

It's like pointing the way forward.

"Its barking can be heard thousands of miles away—"

Before Jesta could react.

A slash powerful enough to tear the air apart came crashing down, nearly shattering half of Zesta's body.

"Asshole... Before I meet my end alongside the assassin... How could I let you...!?"

The vampire, freed from the curse, swung its claws.

Unfortunately, he was not given any chance.

The snake-belly sword that had cut off the claws began to rage, biting into Jesta's body like a snake.

The blade of judgment that revolves with sound.

——The third cause of death: death from hemorrhage.

This is the Saint's Hammer with bared fangs.

Xiel was given more than just a gun and armor.

Burning to death, death from illness, death from bleeding, death from conflict, death from the spirit, death from torture, death from conviction.

The seven causes of death assigned to people by the church.

The thing that was crystallized as a weapon was the holy weapon that Hiel possessed.

"Testa Cartore!"

What Xiel was holding in his hand at this moment was a cutting machine.

A centipede-like snake-belly sword formed by stacking guillotine blades.

It was dubbed "death by bleeding".

It has a huge mass that can crush almost everything.

“—A person whose life is burning is a disease.

Flesh is fragile, and human intelligence melts away.

Then, salvation is in the earth, and rest alone is our homeland."

The solemn and holy chanting resounded in the air.

Xiel's sweet voice is like the sound of nature, refreshing and mind-blowing, but to vampires it is like a curse.

Endless fear and anger were aroused.

The immortal body seemed to recall the past, precious memories of when it was once a human.

"--etc......."

Jesta quickly got up from the ground.

Half of his body was chopped into pieces like mud, and it was a pipe dream to think that he could move in this condition.

As the Iron Blade approaches, its form transforms into a pile driver.

Falling straight down towards the vampire.

"So baptism is—!?"

Before Jesta could finish his frightened words.

The inescapable death blow arrives.

Not to mention bones, it was an impact that could shatter even the body, as his chest was pierced by a pile driver.

Jesta continued to struggle and swung his claws.

"Damn it, damn it... you bastard!

No... I haven't... I haven't... Ahhhh... My assassin...! God damned agent ahhhhhh——!"

Jesta roared a curse.

On the way, he kept reaching out to the female assassin in the distance, trying to get closer to her.

The love and madness in those eyes burst out completely.

——Reluctant, hateful, unwilling.

With almost all the emotions of this life condensed into one, Jesta wanted to move forward even if it meant being torn to pieces.

"Destroy, vampire!

Place the flower on your chest and redeem it with the saint's prayers!"

Xiel didn't give him any extra chances.

The response to Jesta was the dying cry that pierced the sky.

There is no forgiveness and no mercy.

The hammer that turned into a punishment for the wicked destroyed all the vampires from bottom to top.

"The vampire...disappeared..."

The female assassin fell to the ground.

Jesta was reduced to ashes before her.

Although the guy's crazy gaze was extremely terrifying in the end, she could still sense it as a Servant.

Jesta, the Master, disappeared.

Chapter 665: The Third Method of Saving People by a Curve [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Under the sanction of the Seventh Holy Scripture, both the soul and the body were destroyed.

There is no possibility of resurrection.

The moment the pile driver pierced his chest, Jesta lost the right to be resurrected.

He can only face the same ending as humans.

It is - equal death.

"...That's it. Now, let's go back to Kotsubaki. As for the Uzuki couple..."

Xiel paused here.

Her stern expression wavered slightly.

I don't know if it's right to attack the couple...

Because Xiaochun still loves the couple.

Although he has no idea how cruel their attitude towards him is, to this child, his parents are his parents.

That's why Xier thought of this problem.

Is it really the right thing to do to hide the fact from Xiaochun that she doesn't know about her parents' death?

For a moment, Xiel couldn't understand.

It was as if she was chosen by Roya to be the carrier, causing the French Incident and letting blood irrigate her hometown.

To be honest, does Xiyeer regret being saved by Moran?

Of course not.

Moran did not deceive her in this process.

Wrong things can't continue to go wrong.

The scars etched on the soul and body cannot be completely erased, not even time can do it.

But, this is not a question of whether to smooth it out or not.

But how to face it.

What happened cannot be put behind you.

It is the past that makes the future.

Even if the person chooses to abandon the "past", the "past" will catch up in different ways in the future.

So, you shouldn't escape.

Moran chose to lend a helping hand to Xiyeer, helping her climb out of the bottomless hell.

Let her understand that even living itself is a sin.

As long as you keep going forward with kindness in your heart, then the atonement behind it will definitely not be meaningless.

"Well........"

Xiel felt a weight on his shoulders.

That was the hand of the female assassin.

"...Let's go find Xiaochun."