Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

Where does the black mud come from?

This must be traced back to the Third Holy Grail War.

At that time, Francesca took advantage of the Nazis' scramble for the Great Holy Grail's foundation to successfully obtain the black mud from it.

Now, the only humans capable of harboring the black mud are Francesca and Bazdilot; anyone else who becomes tainted by the black mud will inevitably fall into madness.

The black mud is a gift from Francesca to Bazdilot.

It is also a variable she added to the Holy Grail War.

Today, this variable will be superimposed once again, and the result will far exceed Francesca's imagination.

The black mud is like a highly acidic poison.

In an instant, what gushes out like a flood is the venomous blessing accumulated at the beginning of humanity's darkest depths.

Not only does it gush out from Bazdilot's body, but also from the gaps in the ceiling of the workshop.

A certain red-black object flows in along with the magical energy of the Command Seals,

Corroding Heracles's body.

Bazdilot is not only relying on the Command Seals and the black mud, he is also constantly transmitting magical energy using Eastern sorcery.

The overflowing black mud spreads out like a tide.

Those who are in this workshop show fear, and one of them is about to be touched by the black mud.

"Haaaaaaaaaah—!"

Heracles makes a choice.

In this critical moment, he is not thinking about escaping, but about unleashing all the magical energy within him.

A magical storm that shakes the space is unleashed.

The people who were originally standing around and about to be corroded by the black mud are also blown away by his roar.

Escape is already impossible.

When Bazdilot issued the three commands, he knew that he could not return to his original state.

Therefore, he must at least save the humans before him.

Heracles's action undoubtedly reveals an opening in front of Bazdilot.

"Great hero of Greece, what I need is not your strength as a hero, but the greed to use any means to achieve your goals.

Even if you ultimately reach the path of nobility in life, I still want you to be able to choose ruthless means without hesitation in the future. What I need is the persistence of a human being."

Bazdilot didn't mock or get excited.

He was merely declaring victory in this contest.

The noble great hero was ultimately defeated by the mad demon; the truth was that simple and clear.

However, would things really turn out that way?

"What a show… Tiamat, you should be able to handle this black mud, right?"

Suddenly, a voice came from inside the workshop.

It was a tone unfamiliar to Bazdilot.

Someone had invaded the workshop!

That's what Bazdilot immediately thought.

However, when he tried to move his limbs, the functional damage to his body made it impossible for him to move.

His bones and blood vessels throughout his body were fractured.

No matter what, he couldn't move freely.

"Leave it to, Mama… I'll use the Sea of Life to offset it."

Along with the male voice, a sea of black mud, like a tidal wave, entered the scene. It was far more ferocious than Bazdilot's black mud.

It was as if there was a difference between parents and children.

In an instant, Bazdilot's black mud was swallowed and submerged by this even larger sea of mud.

"…"

The most shocked was Bazdilot.

Only he, who had nurtured the black mud within his body, could understand that it represented all the evils of humanity.

What could possibly devour it!?

Just coexisting with it was already the limit, and devouring it was something no one would even dare to imagine.

Despite this, Bazdilot remained calm.

Not a single expression appeared on his face.

Only the few glimmers in his eyes showed that he still possessed human emotions.

"Who… exactly are you? Why can you devour this?"

Bazdilot stared intently at Tiamat.

Vaguely, he sensed from the woman an aura even more immense than Heracles.

"Because I am, everyone's, Mama."

Tiamat answered straightforwardly.

Her honest and kind gaze stunned Bazdilot.

Such an absurd answer.

It was impossible for Bazdilot to believe.

The essence of the black mud was the evil of humanity in this world.

But, the one in front of the black mud was the Primordial Mother, and humans were just one of her children.

The mere evil of this world.

In Tiamat's eyes, it was nothing more than tears shed by a child throwing a tantrum, without the slightest threat.

It was just the evil of a single human race.

How could it possibly affect the supreme Mother of All Things?

Moreover, Tiamat herself had the qualifications of the Second Beast; it wasn't certain who would devour whom.

"That voice… could it be…"

At the same time, Heracles, enduring the pain, let out a weak murmur.

He hadn't been completely devoured by the black mud yet.

"Heracles, you're as always… even to the enemy's soldiers, you'll spare no effort to save them."

Moran walked on the sea of mud.

He walked up to Heracles.

Currently, Heracles was in an extremely berserk state, almost on the verge of reversal.

The Mafia followers watched this scene.

First, they saw their boss dancing on a minefield, and now they saw Moran playing with fire next to a pile of explosives.

It wouldn't be surprising if they were scared to death.

There wasn't a normal person in this Holy Grail War.

"Heh… Heh heh… If it weren't for this situation, maybe… we could have had a drink together after a long time… But, since you're here… then, I can rest assured."

Heracles's lips slightly curved upward.

Even in pain, he still smiled.

Unlike before, when he was entangled in hatred.

At this moment, the joy in the great hero's heart seemed to overwhelm the evil of humanity; no one knew why.

"Rest assured about what? You're just too stubborn; although you're strong, you always step on landmines. Should I give you the nickname 'Sea Unlucky'? This time, I don't intend to let you return to the Throne like this."

"Could it be… you have a way…?

I can feel that I'm constantly being diluted, and my aspect as the evil of humanity is constantly expanding."

"I have a way. However, because of that Command Seal, your Spirit Core has been contaminated; I can't clean it for you."

This was originally Bazdilot's summoning ritual.

But, it was disrupted by Moran and Tiamat, who stood there as if the factory was their own home.

Not only did they treat Bazdilot as air, but they also started chatting directly with Heracles.

What Bazdilot couldn't understand the most was—

Who exactly was that man? Why could he chat so familiarly with Heracles?