Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!
Chapter 565: Dragon, Snake, and Mouse

Chapter 565: Chapter 565: Dragon, Snake, and Mouse

The first thing that came into view was the bent body of a police officer.

Facing the police officer who was spurting blood, the man’s fist was deeply embedded in his body.

The sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking followed.

"Puh, ha..."

In less than a moment, a police officer fell to the ground.

This scene was telling everyone present—carelessness would lead to death.

"Don’t you intend to help your comrade?"

Moran said with a sneer.

He flicked his hand at the police officers surrounding him, and the splattered blood formed a painting on the ground.

As if the life that had just fallen at his hands was as useless as garbage.

At this moment, seeing their comrade being treated so miserably, the police officers’ brains seemed to be burned by flames.

Naturally, they couldn’t remain indifferent.

On the third floor, a female police officer aimed at him and drew her bowstring tight.

Three golden arrows were released simultaneously, approaching Moran’s heart at near-sonic speed, drawing three curves.

However, as the arrows got closer and closer, they began to dim, and upon reaching their destination, they turned into ordinary arrows, unable to even graze his clothes and were bounced off.

He didn’t move an inch. Moreover, the arrows were simply blocked by his skin.

He didn’t have scales like a dragon, nor was he made of steel. He just looked like ordinary, fair, and soft skin, but the sonic arrows couldn’t penetrate it.

Furthermore, the more the police officers attacked Moran, the more they felt their stamina being drained.

Even the ax-wielding police officer who could initially draw out the power of a Noble Phantasm, delivering a "strike that ignores distance and crushes the enemy," couldn’t shake even a single hair on Moran’s head, even if it felt like he had hit him.

He merely grabbed the blade of the ax and crushed it with a slight effort!

This was a weapon comparable to a Noble Phantasm!

"You were in this kind of situation when dealing with that Dead Apostle, right? I’ll give you a good lesson here...

Dead Apostles are existences that deny human history, beings that exist to pollute the rules of humanity. And above such beings are the even more advanced True Ancestors."

Moran played with the fragments of the Noble Phantasm while patiently explaining to the police officers.

"Deny... human history...?"

"Yes, that’s right. Therefore, Noble Phantasms made by humans, or the blessings of Noble Phantasms prepared by gods for humans, can be denied by Dead Apostles and True Ancestors.

It’s a different story if it’s a Noble Phantasm made by a god for a god, but humans generally can’t easily prepare such things, right?

So, it’s purely a matter of compatibility. Dead Apostles are snakes, you are mice, and I am the dragon that preys on you snakes and mice. It’s that simple."

Moran vaguely revealed his identity.

Orlando was the first to understand.

Combining Jester’s strange attitude towards Moran and his understanding of Dead Apostles as a magus—

The new king, Moran, was also a True Ancestor!

Cold sweat soaked his back.

Although Orlando didn’t know how powerful True Ancestors were, he understood that they were existences above Dead Apostles.

Blood began to stain the police station lobby red.

Regardless of gender, Moran showed no mercy even to the female police officers.

Watching him mercilessly stab his hand into the police officers’ bodies, and then mess them up in an unreasonable way, each person who was hit was as miserable as if they had stepped into hell, looking as dead as they could be.

However, Moran never killed anyone.

He was only giving the police officers a trial here.

If he wanted to elevate this batch of fakes into existences that surpassed Heroic Spirits, he had to give them an equal amount of pressure.

The crushing weight of watching comrades die!

Moran didn’t want to send the officers to their deaths either; he thoughtfully ensured that those who fell to the ground still had a breath left in them.

Of course, Moran wouldn’t say this out loud.

He wasn’t doing it to earn the officers’ gratitude.

What Moran wanted to see was simple.

He hadn’t lost faith in humanity like Gilgamesh; instead, he still believed that heroes could emerge in this era!

Tearing flesh, cold and ruthless.

But behind the seemingly villainous facade was a burning affection for humanity, almost like that for a younger generation.

Moreover, Moran wasn’t lying.

With their current strength as mere imitations, they had no chance of participating in the Holy Grail War.

"You—!!"

Another officer charged forward as if on fire.

However, Moran paid no attention to this hostility.

"Such fiery spirit...

What, do you hate me? Want to kill me? If you don’t stop me, more of your comrades will die."

"Shut up—!!"

Moran wore a faint smile.

The officer, proud of his robust physique, charged with a large shield.

But it was merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

In an instant, the indestructible shield shattered into pieces, as fragile as snowflakes before Moran.

Moran’s punch was a lightning strike.

Before the officer could even deflect the force, his bones were pulverized.

Gradually, the officers began to feel "fear."

Just moments ago, they could still put up a decent fight against the Assassin-class Servant.

But what was this situation?

Monsters called "Dead Apostles" and "True Ancestors" were supposed to have nothing to do with the Holy Grail War, yet Moran was ruthlessly trampling over Snowfield City, the very battleground.

What exactly were Servants?

What were they, who sought to defeat them?

Did such powerful monsters exist in this world, so strong that they didn’t even need to be summoned by the Throne of Heroes?

Faced with such an invincible being,

the officers seemed to fall into a vat of despair, able only to stare at Moran with fearful eyes.

However, not everyone was like that.

There were still a few who remained steadfast.

Those who could still maintain their fighting spirit and stand firm included Chief Orlando and his female secretary, along with five others.

Among them, one young police officer stood out the most.

He glared at Moran, not shrinking back from his overwhelming power.

"Oh? So there are still those who aren’t afraid."

Moran’s eyes showed a hint of admiration.

These two both had the qualities of heroes.

Many officers had already bent over and knelt due to exhaustion.

They faced Moran, who was now playing the role of a demon king.

Yet they still had the courage to resist; even if their strength was insufficient, their courage alone was worthy of praise.