"Oooooohhhhhh—recover! Recover! Recover! Recover! Recover!"
The vampire, who was divided into more than ten parts, screamed in pain and tried frantically to regenerate. However, the separated bodies showed no signs of coming together. Instead, blood continued to ooze out and it could collapse at any time.
"Impossible, impossible, impossible! Why is there no way to recover? Why? Why?"
"Because this sickle is not man-made, but a treasure that has been sublimated from the deeds of heroes. Its name is 'harpe'; wounds cut by the sickle cannot be healed. For some reason, the great hero Perseus lent me his treasure, and also gave me the opportunity to lead to the 'third law';. Disappear, from the moment you become a disaster, there is no place for you in this world."
After making sure that the enemy could not recover, Shinji relaxed his pressing attitude.
After hearing this explanation, Zepia seemed to give up struggling, and his scattered body was melting while spurting blood.
"Really? It's useless. Everything is... Jijijijijijijijijijijijiji..."
Without the support of the body, the laughter in the head became increasingly shrill and less and less human.
"So all this is useless? It's really unstable! Chick chick chick! It's already brainless! It's already a weird brain! It's already a low brain! It's already a dead brain! Chick chick chick... Chick... Chick... It's really flawed! It's really defective! It's really flawed! Chick chick chick chick chick chick chick!"
"I don't know what you see, but humans are just like this, flawed, unstable, and brainless."
Shinji sighed, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers behind him. A blue light shield composed of magic covered the princess' body, blocking her sense of smell and taste.
At this time, Zepia's body had completely melted into blood. The blood from hunting in this city during this period was stored in his body, and was released completely with Shinji's division, along with the crazy spirit particles and sharp and intermittent sounds.
"Hehehe~" Sticky, sticky, sticky!
"Hehehe~" gushing out, gushing out, gushing out!
"Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood blood blood blood!" Flowing and flowing!
"Eh~ these drops of blood~ these stains of blood! These are the lifeblood flowing to the ground!"
Blood flowed all over the floor, quickly covering the entire floor, and then spread madly to the lower floors outside the building along the destruction of the battlefield, like a river of blood.
In the river of blood, the only pure land was a young servant whose whole body was wrapped in "Dharma Image". He raised his head and looked at a location near the building, and asked.
"Zepia, what do you want?"
"What am I...what am I pursuing? What do I want? Ah, now I remember, I want to change."
The meaningless whispers and shouts stopped, leaving only the vampire with his head touching the sea of blood speaking intermittently. His face was no longer visible, replaced by a simple mask with three arcs representing eyes and mouth, which looked like crying and laughing at the same time, and looked so funny and pathetic.
"I see. You who are also pursuing magic will see the result sooner or later. The unchangeable thing called destruction. In the past, in order to obtain a stable world, the ancestors of Atlas tried to read the future so as to manage the world, but... the future that appeared was 'destruction';."
"Zepia, where to pursue?" Second question.
"Think! Think! Think!"
"Think! Think! Think!"
"Think! Think! Think!"
"We have simulated various methods, tried various means, and devised countermeasures. However, the harder we try, the more helpless we become... The future will only cruelly increase the horrible endings, making us discouraged. Alchemists who have seen the future of destruction are more and more crazy to challenge the future, and finally they really go crazy."
Yes, they are all crazy. All the deans of Atlas who have challenged the future have gone crazy, without exception.
"So, I finally became convinced that unless I became a vampire and strengthened my abilities, there was no other way except to reach the sixth (miracle)."
Crying and laughing at the same time, under the mask of half crying and half laughing, those words said are the reason why the face has become so distorted.
"Zepia, where is the end?" asked the third question.
"I just want a future that cannot be calculated." Before disappearing, that original wish came to mind again.
"Then calculate again, alchemist. Calculation is nothing more than drawing conclusions from existing data. Even Atlas, who holds countless secrets, cannot collect all the data of the entire planet. Even if all the data is collected, there are still parallel worlds and mysteries outside the planet. You are just looking up at the sky from the bottom of the well you have drawn, but you don't know that the sky is much wider than you think."
"The Second Magician has been trying, screening, and introducing variables. In addition to him, there are others who are working hard. I, and even the whole world, are their attempts."
"Add all these variables and calculate again. The second magic, the third magic, the 'eye' on the moon that was set up by the alien super civilization 400,000 years ago; the prototype of your Atlas central computing device, UO, Gaia, Alaya, and many more known and unknown mysteries, all added. Even if there was an assumption in the past, as long as there is a slight deviation from the assumption, the result may change."
Shinji's words seemed to carry some mysterious magic, which shattered Zepia's mask and brought a glimmer of clarity to his gradually cloudy eyes.
"Atlas' simulation is far more complex and complete than you thought, but the direction is correct. Endless unknowns and variables? Well, I will use the last few resources to predict it again."
"Eliminate the missing areas, re-divide and think, the first area concentrates data, the second area updates in real time, the third area processes calculations, the fourth area summarizes and verifies... The future calculation begins..."
"Read, read, read!"
...
"Defects, defects, defects!"
...
"Finish, finish, finish!"
...
"Import, import, import!"
...
"Simulation, simulation, simulation!"
...
"Proof, Proof, Proof!"
...
"Warning, warning, variable conflict! An error occurred! An error occurred!"
"Initiate emergency plan, isolate the first area, abandon the second area, compress personality to open up the fifth area, and transfer all resources to the fifth area..."
"Conclusion! Conclusion! Conclusion!"
"Nothing has changed! Nothing has changed! No point no point no point no point no point no point!"
The result of the calculation had a great impact on Zepia. The last bit of clarity came to an end, and even the last head began to be assimilated by the sea of blood.
"Crack, crack, crack! Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat! Even the marrow is devoured!!"
"Redemption is impossible, entertainment does not exist."
"Boring, boring, boring! Humanity is boring! Boring, boring, boring! Destroy yourself!"
"whee!"
"Hehehehe!"
"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Eltram, who had persisted the longest in Atlas' history, seemed unable to escape his fate and fell completely mad.
PS: Having written this far, I would like to recommend the original game "Melty Blood", a fighting game, the most playable one among all Type-Moon games. It is very good and there are many versions. It is worth playing.