Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 345: Giving Everything, A Final Desperate Struggle

[The grief-stricken God-King let out a wail]

[The death of the Goddess, Her final words as she passed]

[These deeply influenced Zeus's will, shaking His thoughts of incinerating the planet and slaughtering humanity at this moment]

[Loving humanity, protecting humanity]

[This was the original ideal of the great god Zeus]

[If He were to violate it because of personal feelings, it would inevitably lead Him into unprecedented conflict. Hera didn't want Zeus to be like this]

[However, Zeus couldn't let go]

[To make Him ignore the murderer who killed His wife before His eyes, this was also torture for Him, who possessed self-awareness]

[Even if Hera expressed her wish to Zeus in the end]

[He still couldn't completely ignore it; even the omnipotent Zeus had things He couldn't do]

[He couldn't abandon the past as Hera said]

[The two must reach a conclusion in this battle]

"Damn it, damn it! I will not abandon Hera's last wish, but before that! Native life form! I must destroy you, we must come to a conclusion—I will seize victory!"

"You bastard old man, if you can't afford to lose, you want to take everyone down with you. It would be strange if your wife didn't scold you terribly for doing this! Just so you know, I didn't say I'd let you win. The one who will win is me!"

The vampire and the Machine God were vying with each other.

At this moment, they didn't seem like enemies fighting to the death on the battlefield, but more like incredibly childish men defending their beloved.

Bearing the last wish of their wives.

Here, there was no longer a distinction between god and True Ancestor, simply a clash and contest between men.

The greater good had probably been cast aside long ago.

Even the gods high above would only vent their anger for lost love like mortals at this moment.

Looking at it from this perspective, they were no different.

"Tch, this is troublesome..."

Moran clicked his tongue in displeasure.

The skin exposed to the air was charred and crispy, with new flesh rapidly regenerating to restore the skin's proper color.

The lightning constantly descending from the sky made it difficult to move.

In any case, he couldn't let the Judgment Lightning fall.

If that thing were to fall, everything would end there. He couldn't survive, and this planet would be finished along with him.

"Disappear! Disappear!"

The magical power on the surface of Zeus's machine body surged and boiled.

Hera's last words seemed to echo constantly in his ears, and that wavering and grief led Him to make a decision—

[Zeus resolutely increased his magical power output]

[All power was also concentrated on attack-type authorities]

[Almost dismantling all the conceptual defenses previously constructed, concentrating all power on attack performance]

[The magical power intensity constituting the outer shell of the machine body was constantly decreasing]

[He wanted to decide the victory with one last move]

"—Heh, an opportunity!"

Moran seemed to smell blood.

He keenly sensed that Zeus had switched the magical power source to the machine body, no longer residing in the great temple in the sky.

[That outer shell of the gods covered with multiple authorities]

[At this moment, it had become weak]

[This can be regarded as your last round, and you and Zeus will decide the victory with this one move]

[It's time to play your trump card]

[However, it will take ten seconds to reveal this trump card, as well as reaching the correct location]

[Before the lightning could fall]

[You took off once again, soaring into the sky]

[Constantly spurring on your already overloaded body, facing near-death several times, this was a truly desperate struggle]

[—A veritable, as a True Ancestor/as a human, this was the final challenge to slay a god]

The vortex of the atmosphere caught the body thrown upwards, and Moran, who should have fallen, was rushing upwards.

Unlocking the chains of gravity, reeling in the anchors of gravity.

He flew towards the heights.

Rumble! Rumble!

Lightning flashed past him in succession, shattering the metal parts caught up in the vortex.

Moran dodged in advance with his extraordinary intuition, passing through the net of heaven and earth composed of lightning.

He inevitably suffered heavy damage along the way.

His lower body was almost completely shattered into ashes by the lightning, but this did not affect his current actions.

"...Still running away?"

Zeus stared at Moran's figure dodging in the air.

A hint of confusion appeared in the depths of his eyes.

He felt that the magical power in Moran's body was almost exhausted, and at this moment, instead of attacking, he was running away.

He confirmed that there was no so-called threat in the air.

There were only some blood remnants, which could not possibly form the magnificent blade of light from before.

Zeus was certain that it was a divine skill that could only be used once.

Moran couldn't use it a second time.

"Gravity manipulation, connection setup.

Confirming arrival four hundred meters above the true body of Zeus. Rifling locked, thread debugging, next is aiming...!"

Moran reversed his posture in the air.

The magical power in his body was indeed insufficient to continue fighting, and both divine blood and authorities were almost exhausted.

It was impossible to bring down the Star of Calvaria again.

This was the same as what Zeus thought.

However, Zeus still didn't understand the True Ancestor species well enough, and didn't know how tenacious their blood was.

[You made a lot of preparations for this technique]

[From the beginning, you loaded it with more blood than the fixed amount]

[This remaining blood is your last resort]

[You once taught your disciples the importance of controlling magical power—even a weak magical power can defeat a dragon]

[If it were Ciel, who can't even bake bread, she probably wouldn't learn this micro-operation in her entire life]

[What you have accumulated over a long period of time is not only power]

[No matter which era you are in, you can stand at the pinnacle of magecraft, becoming a magus who establishes the pinnacle of magecraft]

[The halo in the stratosphere retains heat]

[Using it, you can make long-distance cutting death lines possible, like sniping]

[The only trouble is that launching the light wheel requires a transit point]

[This is also the reason why you ascended to a high altitude]

[Not running away, but to find a mobile field that can adjust the shooting angle]

"Got it! Go!"

Moran suddenly raised his hand into the air.

In an instant, the magical mirror in one of the originally dim and colorless light wheels flickered again.

It burned the principle of the Idea Blood and rotated rapidly.

Like a circular saw, it tore the air to pieces, dragging a beautiful arc in the deep night sky.

The light wheel flew towards Zeus.

Aiming at His death point.