Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 82 - : The Frozen Land of the Absolute Sea

"True Ancestor King, your title is well-deserved. To take away so much of my heat in such a short time!"

[Vlov's gaze is as cold as a knife]

[Completely devoid of the previous instinctual rage]

[Seeing such an excellent dead apostle junior, you cannot help but feel a sense of appreciation for talent]

"In light of your demonstration of principles, I shall take this a bit more seriously... The True Ancestor King here poses a question to you—"

Moran once again reveals his royal golden eyes.

This is his greatest acknowledgment of the dead apostle before him.

"Answer me, my diminutive subordinate like livestock. The proof of our ancestors, the root of the disease. Like a great whirlpool.

From it, the descendants of a new principle are birthed.

To you, what is blood?"

Moran speaks as if descending a decree like an emperor.

His voice carries an undeniable powerful pressure.

Ordinary people would find it impossible to even look him in the eye.

[For the dead apostles, at this moment, you are the root of everything; they can only offer their respect]

[Vlov stares wide-eyed in shock]

[As if a memory engraved in the blood of the 28th awakens]

"—With a heart full of respect for my king, I accept.

To me, blood is warmth, the heat of life.

It is the elixir that heals my frostbite. It is my world, the essence upon which my principles operate.

Thus, without blood, I would be frozen by this cold."

Vlov speaks with utmost respect.

He tells Moran of his essence.

"I see, you succeeded the nineteenth ancestor.

Zaria Offenbaum.

In the past, when I was in power, I knew that the original nineteenth ancestor hated humanity and feared humanity. It was for this reason that she drifted to the far north of the absolute sea, building a castle there. Even among the twenty-seven ancestors, she was an odd existence."

Moran has an impression of the former nineteenth ancestor.

But he only knows of this person.

"My master is indeed like that. This principle Idea Blood does not suit her. I defeated the king as a knight and usurped this crown; now this principle has become my curse alone."

Vlov slowly raises his hand beside him.

A nearly three-meter-long silver spear is drawn from the shadows.

[What he says is all true]

[There is no absolute loyalty among the ranks of dead apostles; lower-ranking dead apostles can rebel against their ancestors at any time]

[No matter what means are used]

[As long as they kill the ancestor and seize the principle Idea Blood, then other dead apostles will regard this person as the new ancestor]

[This is something all twenty-seven ancestors acknowledge]

[Rather, the dead apostles, due to their long lives, find this relationship even more interesting]

[Many ancestors look forward to the rebellion of their offspring]

[In the eyes of ancestors who have lived for quite a long time, this is a game]

[Losing is nothing to be ashamed of]

[Of course, they mostly believe they will not lose]

[Vlov's current situation is very typical]

[Although he acknowledges you as the True Ancestor King, that does not prevent him from wanting to seize your heart]

"Now, I find it strange. Why does a True Ancestor King act like an agent?"

"Well, that's just personal interest."

Moran retracts his True Ancestor golden eyes.

Engaging in conversation with Vlov was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

He has no problem feeling appreciation for this dead apostle, but that does not prevent him from striking at the other.

"Personal interest, huh... It doesn't matter. I have already understood your strength through this body. You truly fit the rumors of being one of the origins capable of dealing with all curses and all situations! However, I have no way out—"

[A surge of battle intent erupts from Vlov]

[He still craves the blood of the True Ancestor]

[For him, since the day he killed his master and absorbed the principle Idea Blood, he has had no way back]

"True Ancestor King! You do not know, my master's kingdom, although it is part of this planet, is an ecological zone that excludes the possibility of biological existence! Even you, as a True Ancestor, absolutely cannot endure this hell...!"

[The cold air spreads from Vlov as the center]

[An even more ferocious absolute zero explosion erupts, the icy waves emit a sharp, piercing howl]

[He swings a spear of the great thread that does not belong to this world]

Boom—!!

[Like an avalanche, the gunfire]

[The holy barrier enveloping the street cracks further, and it would not be surprising if it shattered at any moment]

[Your surroundings are filled with cold frost]

"Damn monster! Even enduring my gunfire, you still remain unfazed like this!?"

[Vlov glares at you fiercely]

[He truly knows the terror of the True Ancestor]

[In fact, this powerful strike is not without effect]

[If it were an ordinary True Ancestor taking this strike imbued with a powerful curse, they would likely be pierced through by the spear on the spot]

[But you are not an ordinary True Ancestor]

[The golden magic sword glimmers in the cold white mist, the scales of magical beasts and divine beasts cover your skin]

[They bear the attack for you]

"What a hassle..."

Moran exhales a puff of white mist.

He cannot evade Vlov's attack.

The range of this attack is too vast.

If he were to directly evade, half the town would likely turn into a frozen wasteland in an instant.

He and the Pelasgi army are not afraid.

But the civilians in this city would surely die.

They could never survive the curse of the principle Idea Blood.

"Noel..."

Moran remembers the hand that held his.

Waiting for the lovely girl to share the Holy Communion with.

She is now also in this city.

At least to protect their safety, Moran will not choose to take a step back from Vlov.

Moreover, as the True Ancestor King, what he needs to do now is simply to kill the twenty-seven ancestors.

[You take on all of Vlov's attacks]

[Your battle grows increasingly intense]

[Vlov's principle Idea Blood continues to operate, and an ultra-low temperature appears within the barrier that is impossible for a planet to achieve—]

[An extreme cold of nearly minus one hundred degrees Celsius]

[The statement that a dead apostle with a principle Idea Blood can devour even a planet is by no means an exaggeration]

[At this moment, Vlov transforms into the wrath of a planet]

[Using his own rules to devour the world]

[Here, he cannot move flexibly]

[This extreme cold is the hell awakened by Vlov's delusions—without blood, one will freeze to death]

[Vlov's principle is transforming into a singularity of the planet]

[The principle Idea Blood is both a reinforcement for the ancestors and dead apostles, as well as an absolute curse upon them]

[As a curse bound by cold]

[He cannot take a step freely]

[As long as the vampire does not gain warmth from blood, the toxic poison that harms the earth will continue to extend]

[This is— the frozen land of the absolute sea].

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