I, Kenneth, am going to get to the root of the problem today.

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"Looks like you've been influenced by her again?"

Her hand, reaching for the teacup, paused. Kuonji Yuzu's eyes instinctively became evasive. She quickly turned her head to look out the window at Mordred, who was still clearing the ruins. The fairytale witch gave a soft "hmm" that was barely audible.

Now all of Kenneth's doubts were resolved. No wonder he had lost control in the dream; it turned out that Meryl had pulled him into Kuonji Aratsume's dream. Turning his head to look at Kuonji Aratsume, Kenneth truly hadn't expected the fairytale witch to be so surprisingly knowledgeable. As a participant in the dream, Kenneth didn't continue asking questions. Looking at Meryl, who was trying to slip away, Kenneth casually grabbed the rascal and held her in his hand.

"You seem to be in good spirits, so let's continue our unfinished research!"

Carrying Merry, she headed towards the workshop. Only after Kenneth disappeared did Kuonji Yuzu, whose body was tense, relax slightly. Although she kept telling herself it was all a dream, the scene from the dream kept replaying in her mind when she encountered Kenneth in reality. Now, Kuonji Yuzu understood exactly how she viewed the man who had entered her life. Her fingers stopped turning the pages, and the fairytale witch, unable to understand her own emotions, fell into deep thought.

Meanwhile, at the crossroads of the worlds, Jewel Mage, who has dedicated his life to the continuation of the Magic Association, is constantly cutting through other timelines that Kenneth has messed up.

"No, no, this axis is wrong! If this continues, we'll be wiped out! This won't work, we can't continue like this, or that giant spider will wake up prematurely... Hiss! How could the Holy Grail of this world activate prematurely? So it was left behind by the Third Law..."

Kenneth went ahead and made his move, leaving the mess behind for Gemstone to clean up. Searching for the possibility of continuation among countless timelines, Gemstone, working overtime at high intensity all day, felt like he needed a pair of reading glasses.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but the snake is about to revive, and I think Her Highness will wake up soon."

The old-fashioned telephone rang with the sound of the Millennium Lock. The Jewel King, who was overwhelmed by Kenneth's antics, rubbed his gray hair in despair. Only then did the Jewel King, as Arcueid's guardian, remember that it was time for Roja's reincarnation.

"Is that so? I have a lot of troublesome work to do and can't get away. In that case, I'll find you a helper."

The helper the Jewel King mentioned was naturally Kenneth, who was interested in Nero Chaos. As a world line where the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles exist independently, Arcueid's world can be considered an anomaly among countless parallel worlds. Putting aside the sleeping original ORT, the existence of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles has already shown a tendency to endanger human order.

The True Ancestor is a creation of the planet, a tentacle created by Gaia to dominate the planet. In any case, the True Ancestor bears the mission of regulating nature. Although it is the enemy of primates, the True Ancestor is fundamentally no different from the gods of the Age of Gods. Therefore, Alaya always maintains a negative yet tolerant attitude towards it.

However, the Dead Apostles, who serve as the True Ancestors' "reserves," are different. The Dead Apostles are not only primates but also non-natural mediators. They belong neither to the primate class nor to any planetary creation. Their very existence is like a virus, eroding human reason. If Heroic Spirits are products that affirm human history, then the Dead Apostles are products that deny human history.

Unlike the weakened Dead Apostles in the ordinary world, the Dead Apostles in the Moon Princess world truly possess the ability to overturn human reason. Any one of them, whose strength far exceeds the norm, could wipe out humanity. The fact that they can be separated from countless parallel worlds shows how dangerous this world is.

"Help? Forgive my bluntness, but most people probably can't provide effective assistance."

"Don't worry, that guy's abilities are your nemesis. With his strength, he can handle any anomaly."

Alighting from his observer's seat, the Jewel Lord, who was so busy he felt like he was about to burst, went straight into the Clock Tower's office, which connected countless parallel worlds. Passing by the magicians who were practically begging him to "look at my talent, you magician," the Jewel Lord pondered how to remind Kenneth, who had made disturbing the world an instinct.

Upon receiving Chris's message that the Jewel King wanted to see him, Kenneth, remembering their previous agreement, immediately stopped his research on Merry and headed to the Clock Tower. In a world where Dead Apostles, True Ancestors, and U coexist, Kenneth, who desperately needed to complete his work, was already looking forward to seeing how much nourishment Nero Chaos could provide him.

Upon entering the Minerals Department office, the Gemstone Elder, who had been waiting there, immediately put down his teacup, looked at Kenneth, whose aura was becoming increasingly tense, and said solemnly with his hands clasped together:

"Since you know about that world, you should know what's in it, right?"

"My only goal is Chaos; I won't interfere in anything else."

Having read the script, Kenneth knew how deep the waters of the Moon Princess world ran. The twenty-seven Dead Apostles were minor matters; not to mention Crimson Moon, who was waiting for a chance to return to Earth, the awakening of the sleeping giant spider alone would reboot the entire planet. Crimson Moon, the Moon King, and the original species ORT were already at the pinnacle of power in the Moon Princess world, having just crossed the threshold of the top tier. Kenneth wasn't confident he could deal with monsters of planetary or even galactic scale.

Seeing Kenneth's confident declaration, the Jewel King took out the Jewel Sword and opened a passage to that isolated world. As the passage opened, the Jewel King looked at Kenneth, who was poised to strike.

"Your appearance will surely cause changes. The snake is awakening now, so keep an eye on things for me. I don't want to be upside down again."

Having understood what the Gemstone Elder meant, Kenneth gave the old man an OK sign and then walked into the sealed-off world.

Volume: Volume 5

Chapter 227 The World of Original Texts

The world of Tsukihime is an extremely special world, so special that its very existence is sealed off. If it weren't for the help of the Jewel Elder, Kenneth would never have been able to reach this original world hidden among countless parallel worlds on his own.

That's right, it's the original world. After truly sensing the existence of this world, Kenneth was certain that the world he was in was the starting point of the countless parallel worlds of the Moon World, and that the other worlds were all possibilities extended from the blueprint of the world before him through the intervention of the Second Law.

"Is this why you hid here? Well, this is the soil where you were born, and things related to your survival must indeed be hidden."

The fact that U, capable of restarting a planet and overturning human reason, is indeed the reason why Alaya hides this world is fundamentally because this world is the cradle of Alaya consciousness. Human reason arose from this world, and Alaya was conceived accordingly. It can be said that if one could interfere with the past in this world and project the results into countless parallel worlds, then whether Alaya could be born would become unknown. In other words, this world is the best choice for Kenneth to achieve the Black Alaya Consciousness.

Using this world as a blueprint, parallel worlds are extended to observe different futures. The results are then applied to this world to avoid erroneous futures. This also explains why certain concepts only exist in this world, because other worlds are ambiguous counterparts. This is the world where they were born. No matter how much interference there is, their existence is a fact. Only those worlds that are subsequently extended will be diluted by the interference of the restraining force.

Although the era is different, the overall structure of Misaki City is not much different from what Kenneth remembers. Turning his head to look at the billboard in the distance, Kenneth's eyes flickered a few times. Misaki City is the starting point of the universe. Different locations have different stories, and the Dead Apostles that appear are also different. Kenneth's target, Nero Chaos, has also been replaced by the nineteenth Ancestor, Flöf Arhanger, in the new storyline. Although it is still uncertain how this world line will be, at least this beginning can put Kenneth at ease.

However, this sense of security didn't last long before it vanished with the sight of the street signs. Looking down the street, the large characters for Zongye Middle School came into Kenneth's view. After a moment's thought, Kenneth headed towards Zongye Middle School, which was in session.

"The transfer applications from the head of the tea ceremony department, Aizen Noel, who recently joined the company, and Tono Shiki, it seems I'm not too late."

Although there have been some minor changes, the overall situation is still in its early stages. Tohno Shiki has not yet returned, and the Burial Agency has already arrived in this turbulent city. As Kenneth puts the file back in its place and gets up, the door opens, and several students, seemingly student council members, enter the room, talking amongst themselves. As if they can't see Kenneth, these teenagers return to their seats and go about their business.

Walking out through the still-open gate, it was already after school. The campus was bustling with people. Kenneth, unobservable by ordinary people due to the magic, disappeared into the automatically parting crowd. Shortly after Kenneth left, Hiel, drawn by the unusual aura, appeared in the corridor. Looking at the spot where Kenneth had disappeared, his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses flickered.

"A magician? Or a vampire? That smell... that guy is definitely not human."

The lingering aura of Kenneth stirred the power within Siel, and the knowledge remaining in the serpent sent a frantic warning to him: the vanished man was definitely not human. Just as the Akasha Serpent was about to awaken, an unrecorded anomaly appeared, immediately alerting Siel. Confident in his own strength, Siel directly pursued Kenneth's aura.

With plenty of time to spare, Kenneth felt it was more valuable to study the structure of this peculiar world than to turn Misaki City upside down in search of those Dead Apostles. Walking along the streets with a distinctly 21st-century feel, Kenneth noticed his follower behind him. The existence of his soul was out of place among the humans around him, as conspicuous as an incandescent light bulb in the dark.

"The marked soul's connection with the snake was not severed, resulting in the soul becoming solidified. The reincarnated subject became residue, while the individual influenced by the subject possessed the characteristics that the subject longed for. It's truly lamentable."

Chiel, the previous reincarnation chosen hastily by Roja, was destroyed by Arcueid during the French Incident. Several years later, Chiel himself was resurrected by Roja's power and gained immortality far exceeding the norm. It can be said that as long as Roja's soul does not die, Chiel will be trapped in a cycle of immortality.

Kenneth also knew about Roya's reincarnation ritual, which was similar to an upgraded version of the Yggdrasil's Darnic. Darnic achieved immortality by grafting his own soul onto a young soul, while Roya transferred his soul information to a chosen child. When the child grew to a certain extent, Roya would corrupt his soul and transform his body into a Dead Apostle.

Both methods lead to the same goal, but both have a fatal problem: the soul's personality is diluted with each reincarnation. Danic reached his limit after three reincarnations, while Roya, though not a dead disciple, lost himself in dozens of reincarnations. The current Roya is less a priest of the Holy Church who deceived Arcueid a thousand years ago, and more a wandering remnant who inherited Roya's name and possessed Roya's knowledge and obsession.

The serpent of Akasha, which pursues immortality, is less stable in its form of existence than its original body, which is affected by its own dissipated power—a truly ironic result. As a master of soul magic, Kenneth deciphered the secret of Roya's reincarnation solely from the residual aura on Hiel's soul.

While Kenneth was pondering, he was already standing in front of an apartment building. Ignoring the super-powerful juicer following behind him, Kenneth, aided by suggestive magic and superpowers, smoothly checked into the apartment where the seventeen divisions had occurred. Watching Kenneth disappear into the apartment entrance, Siel, who had been following Kenneth for a long time, also emerged from behind a vending machine on the street. Leaving behind his familiar for surveillance, Siel, who had other matters to investigate, left the apartment where Kenneth was.

"They've left? Looks like the next few days won't be boring."

Realizing that Hier had left, Kenneth, who was on the top floor of the apartment, turned his attention to the evening news. In just one month, nearly a hundred people had gone missing. Watching the bald, middle-aged man on the screen, who was using his "craftsman spirit" to assure reporters that he would continue to search for the victims, Kenneth turned off the TV and went to the window to look down at the street below.

Due to the recent disappearances, the sun had not yet completely set, and the streets were already sparsely populated. Thanks to his superhuman eyesight, Kenneth's gaze pierced through the layers of obstruction and reached the alleyway shrouded in darkness.

Several figures staggered and cornered an unfortunate man in the alley, pouncing and tearing at him. The lowest-level ghouls only seek flesh and blood on instinct. If he were lucky, the unfortunate man might survive in his non-human form, but given the current situation, he would probably just become a number on the missing persons list.

Darkness spread, and the predators lurking in the corners gradually emerged from their resting places. The same thing continued: the wandering corpses constantly searched for flesh and blood to fill their bodies, their gazes shifting between various corners outside the window. Kenneth, however, could not find any valuable individuals.

Kenneth was looking for ghouls with consciousness, or more accurately, living corpses and the dead. The former were Dead Apostles transformed from outstanding individuals, possessing the instincts they had when they were human, while the latter were puppets controlled by Dead Apostles as clones. As the bottom layer of the Dead Apostle class, these intelligent beings could provide Kenneth with valuable intelligence.

The Dead Apostles are not immortal; to maintain their immortality, they need to constantly prey on humans to replenish their sustenance. These lowest-ranking Dead Apostles, possessing self-awareness, are their henchmen who find food for them. Time ticked by, until the streets were deserted. Kenneth hadn't found a Dead Apostle who met his requirements. He glanced at the wall clock; night had fallen. After standing there for hours, Kenneth turned and left the room. Tonight, the mage would join the hunt.

Chapter 228 The Nineteenth Ancestor

Despite it being peak nighttime, Misaki City had fallen silent early due to a large-scale disappearance. The deserted streets, illuminated by the bright streetlights, appeared somewhat eerie, and the houses along the way had all drawn their curtains. In this city filled with unease, the repressed people were desperately trying to distance themselves from the darkness outside.

"What a desolate city. It's a completely different place during the day and at night. Is it because of you?"

Stopping at the entrance of the alley, even though darkness shrouded everything, Kenneth could clearly sense dozens of ghouls watching him. For some reason, these irrational creatures did not step onto the street illuminated by the lights, as if the cold white light had become an insurmountable chasm between the human and the non-human world.

The low growls and suppressed swallowing sounds, like broken bellows, filled his ears. Spots of crimson emerged from the darkness as his eyelids blinked. Kenneth stepped forward into the darkness that imprisoned the beasts, watching the ghouls gathered together by his life force. Silver light flickered in the darkness, and the sounds of tearing flesh and painful howls became the keynote of the darkness.

A few seconds later, the roaring sound completely disappeared. Minced flesh littered the alley, and blood splattered the walls. A total of twenty-seven lowest-level ghouls were turned into minced flesh before Kenneth's eyes. Nearly a hundred people were missing on record, but in this era when the economy had not yet recovered, the unaccepted were everywhere in the city. Heaven knows how many puppets these guys lurking in the dark had already created to be used.

After crushing the last ghoul that was trying to crawl towards him, Kenneth continued deeper into the alley. Although he didn't know much about the Dead Apostles, he did understand their basic lineage. The lowest-ranking ghouls were like worker ants clustering around a nest, above which were the undead who had begun to develop reason. And at the center of their clusters were the Dead Apostles who dominated them.

Although he didn't know that he had fought against these ancestors who possessed the Blood Rings of the Principles that could rewrite the laws of planetary physics, Kenneth was confident that he could crush most of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, except for a few exceptional ones. As Kenneth continued to advance, the ghouls that came to block his way had already blocked the alley ahead. Feeling the temperature gradually becoming abnormal, Kenneth was able to determine which ancestor was lurking in this nest.

Flöf Arhanger, under Roya's influence, murdered the previous nineteenth patriarch and forcibly inherited his 'freezing' principle blood ring. Unable to withstand the power, he lost body temperature and his consciousness was in a blurred state. He needed to constantly inject blood to resist the 'freezing' blood ring. As a knight born in the Middle Ages, he possessed intuition and confidence far beyond ordinary people. In his chaotic state of consciousness, he once pushed Arcueid to the brink of despair.

The barking of dogs grew louder as Kenneth crushed all the ghouls blocking his path. A man in a black suit, with short white hair and a lance in hand, stood before Kenneth. His deep red pupils remained largely unblurred, clearly indicating that after consuming the ghouls' blood, Floff had temporarily suppressed the corrosive influence of the Blood Ring.

"I felt the warmth of your blood. This world is so cold..."

The red light in his eyes was as thick as blood, the temperature in the alley gradually dropped, and the flesh that was still trembling on the ground gradually climbed onto the silvery ice crystals. The sharp teeth that represented the Dead Apostles were exposed as they trembled. Floff in front of Kenneth began to convulse like an addict who was on drugs.

"Blood is warmth, blood is the heat of life. It is the elixir that heals my frostbite, the fuel that powers my world and my principles. So that I may not be frozen stiff by the cold, give me all your blood!"

The barking grew increasingly shrill, and amidst the sounds of flesh tearing apart, the familiar kept by Flov inside Kenneth's body to replenish his degraded form charged towards him. Its sharp claws crushed the frozen pieces of flesh, and shimmering, scarlet ice crystals brought a hazy hue to the darkness. Thick white mist filled the air, and as Flov raised his lance, fine ice crystals grew into sharp ice spears in mid-air at a visible speed.

Freeze! Flov inherited the power of the Blood Ring from the Principle. After ingesting enough blood and maintaining consciousness, the rules of the planet were eroded. The temperature of the alley dropped to minus 100 degrees Celsius at a speed that defied the laws of physics. The moisture in the air was stripped away at an alarming rate, and thin ice crystals instantly transformed the alley into a crystalline world.

The mercury that makes up the Moon Spirit Essence Freezes due to the sudden drop in temperature. Kenneth had to admit that he had indeed underestimated these Dead Apostles who bore the name of the Ancestor. They had devised a countermeasure based solely on his actions during this period of time. Floff's acumen in battle far surpassed that of magicians who only knew power but did not know how to use it.

"Very good eye, but I'm not a magician who'll be held back without my formal attire. Let me show you the essential lessons a magician should learn."

The sudden drop in temperature had no effect on Kenneth. His rapidly circulating magic dispelled the ice crystals covering his body, and his magic-rich blood propelled him to punch the charging familiar, blasting it into the air. The splattered blood quickly turned into ice crystals, and the surging magic burst forth from his body. The ice spear, forged from the frozen earth, was suddenly shattered in the vortex of magic.

Red and blue ice crystals filled the narrow alley, and the silvery moonlight reflected off it, illuminating the dim alley. Magic surged forth, and the temperature generated by the perfect body dispelled all the surrounding cold, creating a human-shaped furnace. The vitality displayed by Kenneth instantly overwhelmed the bloodlust of Floff, who was suffering from the bitter cold.

"Give me your blood, your warmth—!"

Sharp fangs pierced his lips, revealing the characteristics of a Dead Apostle. The body forged by the Third Law was a far greater temptation than poppies for these flesh-eating aliens. The dead would uncontrollably pursue the living. Kenneth's life force instantly aroused Floff's instincts as a vampire. His already uncontrollable rationality was suppressed, and Floff's consciousness was instantly taken over by the Dead Apostle's instincts.

Blue flames stripped away heat, orange flames scorched living beings, and the blue and orange flames formed a river of blood that instantly submerged the alley. The scorching heat, reaching three thousand degrees, covered the ice crystals as it surged forth. The towering sea of ​​fire engulfed everything, and rocks, rubble, and concrete all melted away at this moment, as if the sun had fallen. The night sky of Misaki City was distorted by the intense heat at this moment.

"Damn it! This aura is...!"

At the entrance of the alley, before Chierel, who had followed Kenneth, could even examine the pieces of flesh on the ground, he was drawn to the towering heatwave in the distance. According to the records of the Burial Agency, Chierel had already identified the owner of the flames. Mentioning the Seventh Holy Scripture, Chierel, who had no time to deal with the corpses, rushed to the center of the heatwave as fast as he could.

Chapter 129 The Ancestor's Blood Ring

When Hiel arrived amidst Inferloff's rampage, he was bathed in flames powerful enough to instantly vaporize flesh and blood. Even with the barrier of a massive amount of magic, Kenneth's skin gradually turned red, and the flickering firelight cast shadows on Kenneth's face.

As the sea of ​​fire fueled by blood gradually spread, more and more heat crossed the barrier and impacted Kenneth's body. The reinforced concrete walls gradually melted, and the ground centered on Floff began to flow. The alley that was deep and secluded just a second ago had now become a sea of ​​stone and fire.

If inorganic matter is like this, then the organic matter that makes up flesh and blood has long since lost all trace in this world of flames. Accompanied by maniacal laughter, a sharp lance broke through the sea of ​​fire and appeared before Kenneth. Seeing that Flov was already driven by instinct, Kenneth easily dodged Flov's sweeping attack by shifting his body to the side.

"Is this the Blood Ring of Principle that the Ancestor possessed? No wonder it is a power capable of suppressing human reason."

After experiencing the power held by the Ancestor up close, Kenneth was very curious about how Tohno Shiki in the original work could move freely in temperatures that were enough to vaporize flesh and blood and in temperatures close to absolute zero as if nothing had happened. Even with Arcueid's support, Kenneth found it absurd.

Having gauged the power possessed by the Ancestor, Kenneth had no intention of probing further. The Beast's characteristics manifested: its scales, a mix of gold and red, covered its body, and its eyes, in a blink, transformed into the vertical pupils of a beast. The Beast's malice instantly overwhelmed Floff's aura.

Is Flöf strong? To ordinary people and magicians, Flöf is very strong. The three thousand degrees Celsius flames and near-extreme low temperatures alone are enough to drive most people to despair. Aside from the Blood Ring's enhancement, Flöf's true strength, according to Arcueid, is merely that of a lower-ranking Dead Apostle, and even when wielding the Blood Ring's power, he is inferior to some of the heirs trained by the Ancestors.

Driven by power, Floff charged at Kenneth, who was engulfed in flames, like a wild beast. His lance, several meters long, slammed down from the air, and his razor-sharp claws struck Kenneth's body, leaving long trails of sparks. The desire to prey took over, and under the temptation of Kenneth's flesh and blood, the red light in Floff's eyes flowed like blood.

"Give me warmth...give me blood...it's so cold, give me all your warmth!!"

The flames of burning blood took away more than just life; Flov's already fragile rationality vanished under the riot of the Blood Ring. His lance pierced through the flames, and the extreme cold and intense heat reached a strange balance. He uttered an obscure murmur and instantly rushed in front of Kenneth.

"Was he driven by instinct? What a complete beast."

The lance, forged from frozen soil, struck Kenneth's arm with a dull thud and was sent flying. The violent recoil caused Floff's left arm, which was holding the lance, to tremble uncontrollably. The life-stealing flames could not extract any energy from Kenneth, who had transformed into the Beast. With its five fingers spread wide, it seized Floff's claws. The seemingly powerless arm burst forth with strength far beyond reason, and Floff's body was uncontrollably thrown backward under the crushing force.

"Cold! I'm so cold! Blood, I need blood!"

The cumbersome lance had lost its advantage in close combat. Even though he had lost his mind, the knightly instinct etched into his muscles still made the right choice for Floff. The lance slipped from his hand and his body leaned back. In an instant, sharp claws wrapped around Kenneth's right arm. His chest, covered with bone spurs, suddenly split open as he leaned back, and the hound that Floff had kept inside him pounced on Kenneth's face.

"Unfortunately, such a low-level familiar is useless to me."

Claws came flying, and the hound, dripping with foul-smelling saliva, bit at Kenneth's throat with its withered head, now only bared teeth. A putrid stench assaulted his senses, and a bluish-green light emanated from its body. A magical storm, carried by the burning inferno, lifted the charging hound into the sky. The air currents, manipulated by magic, transformed into a storm, and the rapidly surging air currents with overwhelming force drew away the intense heat released by Floff.

"Give it to me! Give it to me now! Give it to me..."

The falling tornado solidified the flowing heat, and the surging air currents, like steel blades, directly shredded the clinging arms. Leaning forward, Kenneth threw a right punch, his scaled fist slamming into Flov's chin. With a crack, Flov's throat shattered, and his sharp teeth fell out upon impact. Flov's already decaying body, along with half of his head, was instantly reduced to dust by Kenneth's punch.

"Drink—!! Drink, drink!!"

The ruptured trachea made a sound like a broken bellows, and Floff's feet uncontrollably left the ground. Countless beastly eyes opened from his shattered body, and the roars of wounded beasts rose and fell. Black hounds surged out of Floff's body like black waves, engulfing Kenneth. His shattered arm wriggled and regenerated, and a black sword that looked like a cleaver brutally cleaved in two towards Kenneth's head.

"Clang! — Crack!"

The scale-covered hand broke through the writhing beast tide and gripped the sword in its palm. The pitch-black blade emitted a pitiful wail as the hand contracted. With Kenneth's exertion, the blood-soaked black sword suddenly shattered into pieces.

"Ouch..."

The piercing barks of dogs followed one after another, and black flames overflowed from the writhing beast tide. The flames, burning away all reason, silently wiped everything they touched from the world. The hunting dogs became fuel, and the black flames shot up Kenneth's arm and directly onto Flov's body. With one hand gripping Flov's collar, Kenneth, who had already roughly understood the strength of the Dead Apostles in this world through Flov, decided to end this warm-up.

With a twist of his body, the Beast's physical prowess crushed the Dead Apostle before him, pulling him downwards without giving Floff time to react. The mutated body slammed into the ground, and the beast, still bound to its original form, was instantly pulverized by the violent impact.

With a deafening roar, the still-unfrozen ground suddenly collapsed, and the spewing lava cooled rapidly under the raging wind. A stomp crushed the hound that hadn't yet burst out of Flov's chest. On the battlefield ravaged by flames and tornadoes, Kenneth calmly looked down at Flov, who was struggling on the cracked ground.

"Your magnanimity is not commensurate with your power. Quiet down!"

The sharp claws scraped against the scales of the Sixth Beast, producing a piercing screeching sound. A chill surged from Flov's body, and the surrounding temperature plummeted at an unimaginable speed. Realizing that Flov still had the ability to struggle, Kenneth gradually increased the pressure on his right foot, which was pressing against Flov's chest. With the sound of bones breaking, and as Flov's expression became increasingly distorted, the decaying thing under Kenneth's foot sank directly into the rubble below.

With such a clear disparity in strength, Flov, who inherited the name of the Nineteenth Ancestor, was captured by Kenny in a brief exchange. Seeing Flov still resisting, Kenny withdrew his leg and knocked the wounded beast unconscious. Although his reputation was undeserved, Flov did indeed possess the Ancestor's Blood Ring of Principle. Such excellent research material would be a waste if Kenny didn't study it properly.

"As expected of a world that can suppress human reason, the Dead Apostles here are indeed not comparable to those mere imitations."

In this world, the existence of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles suppressed human reason, and even the summoning of Heroic Spirits based on the human reason protection mechanism could not manifest in this world. The existence of the Blood Ring granted the Ancestors the ability to fight against planets. Even if it was not worthy of the name, Floff at least reached the level of the Gold Three Targets on the panel. Using Floff as a reference, Kenneth also made an estimate of the power possessed by those true Ancestors.

"Grade rank, and some even exceed the scope of 'Grade rank,' wow! The waters of this world are indeed unusually deep..."

The embers on the scorched earth were still burning. Ceasing his endless contemplation, Kenneth looked at the figure that had suddenly appeared. Gray hair, black eyes, a trench coat covering his entire body swaying, and the authority of the Sixth Beast within him was becoming increasingly restless. The identity of the newcomer was becoming clear: Nero Chaos, the Dead Apostle who had seized the concept of 666 from chaos and attempted to bring forth the Land of Creation within his body.

Kenneth could sense the concept within Nero Chaos. Similarly, Nero Chaos, who built the Beast Register with the Beast of 666, could also sense the authority held by Kenneth. The Beast King sealed within him was gradually showing signs of going out of control. Looking at Flov at Kenneth's feet, Nero Chaos put his hands in his pockets and stared at Kenneth.

Chapter 230 Research Materials

Sensing the flames of Flöf, Nero Chaos, lurking in Misaki City, initially ignored the thoughts of this fellow beast. However, as Kenneth unleashed the authority of the Sixth Beast, the power within him began to stir, and his chaotic consciousness generated a yearning. The collective consciousness of the Beast King within him drove Nero Chaos to the area shrouded in flames.

The sea of ​​fire had been replaced by overwhelming malice. After a brief period of agitation, Nero Chaos's body trembled uncontrollably. The collective consciousness of the beast machines issued a warning: it was the scent of fear. Driven by the instincts of beasts, Nero Chaos stopped outside the ruins.

As a chaotic entity, Nero Chaos is not an individual, but a group of hundreds of beasts. His original personality has long since become diluted, his body trembles incessantly, his throat throbs, and the consciousness of the six hundred and sixty-six beast kings is in conflict.

Sensing the bestiality in the air, Nero Chaos understood that the being before him possessed what he lacked; by consuming him, Nero could reach the realm he so desperately desired. Yet, the man before him also possessed a completeness far surpassing his own, and he instinctively feared him. The primal hunger of a wild beast clashed with his will to survive, and Nero Chaos's consciousness sank ever deeper into chaos.

“Nero Chaos, as expected, you have what I want.”

Kenneth's feet pounded rhythmically on the carbonized soil. The Sixth Beast's instincts told him that Nero Chaos had a missing piece. He retreated, Nero Chaos's body moving backward uncontrollably. This was due to the overwhelming power of the Sixth Beast. The Sixth Beast's aura pressed down on Nero Chaos more and more clearly. Every step Kenneth took was like a heavy hammer striking Nero Chaos.