Chapter 216

When Hercules fired all the arrows on the bow string, these arrows turned into several strange birds shining with metallic luster, fluttering their wings and flying towards Artoria.

Arturia was just about to resist these strange birds when suddenly her [Intuition] gave her a warning, causing her to [Shrink] to avoid the attacks of those strange birds. When she reappeared, she stared into the eyes of those strange birds. With a bit of solemnity.

"Can't you resist or defend?"

The sixth trial of Heracles is to drive away the strange bird from Arcadia.

Legend has it that these strange birds are very huge, and have iron wings, iron claws and iron beaks. Their feathers shake off like flying arrows, and their iron beaks can even peck through bronze shields.

When Hercules was at his wits' end, Athena suddenly appeared and handed him two large cymbals made by the forging god Hephaestus. Hercules struck the cymbals to scare away all the strange birds.

While Artoria was thinking, the strange birds transformed from the arrows turned around and flew back, charging towards Artoria again.

Unable to defend, unable to dodge.

"Then destroy them all!"

The black light surged, and the torrent of light drowned all those strange birds.

Relying on her abundant spell power, Artoria directly used the Noble Phantasm as a draw.

Before becoming the God of Disobedience, she had never fought such a wealthy battle!

However, Artoria is not in a good mood now.

"You guys, don't you know how to fight if you don't let these trash fish out? Or do you think these trash fish can pose any threat to me? Are you looking down on me?!"

As she spoke, Arturia flicked her arm, and the torrent of black light began to change direction, and was dodged by Hercules just as it was about to hit him.

"Of course not. You are stronger than I expected. Although you and I are enemies, I still deeply respect you."

Hercules said calmly, then nodded, "However, you are right... these powers of mine pose no threat to you at all, and it will only be a waste of time if it continues like this."

Gradually, changes appeared in Hercules.

Its dazzling divinity like the sun gradually became distorted, dark, and the breath of death gushes out.

"Then, let me show you! My final trial!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the terrifying and sticky black spell wrapped the figure of Hercules, and the howling wind stirred the atmosphere, causing the sea water to roll back and the sky to change color.

The overflowing spell is filled with the divine power of death, and the breath of death that makes all living beings fearful is mixed in every wisp of wind.

The final trial... Heracles indeed said so.

The twelve trials considered impossible by the gods, the difficult problems set by Hercules' brother Eurystheus, and Hercules' journey of redemption.

The first trial is to kill the Nemean Lion.

The second trial is to defeat Hydra.

The third trial is to capture the deer of Cerunia alive.

The fourth trial is to capture the Erymanthus wild boar alive.

The fifth trial is to clean out King Augeas’ cowshed.

The sixth trial is to drive away the strange bird from Arcadia.

The seventh trial, subduing the bull of Crete.

The eighth trial, subduing Diomedes' herd of man-eating horses.

The ninth trial is to capture Hippolyta's belt.

The tenth trial, bringing back the giant Geryon’s mad bull.

The eleventh trial is to pick the golden apple guarded by the dragon.

And, the final twelfth trial...

In order to make things difficult for Hercules, Eurystheus, the younger brother of Hercules, who sat on the throne of the king, gave him twelve almost impossible tasks.

And this last task, in the opinion of Eurystheus, was absolutely impossible for Heracles to complete - fight against the vicious dogs of hell and bring back the three-headed dog Cerberus.

The death storm opened a hole in the middle, revealing the monster-like figure inside.

As if his strong and perfect body was carved from marble, it was covered with ominous blood-red patterns. The originally sacred golden eyes were now replaced by violent and crazy scarlet, and the whites of his eyes also turned black. His left eye There was also a large amount of bloodshot eyes.

His nails became long and sharp, a collar with spikes was placed around his neck, and his black hair became even longer, dancing like venomous snakes in the storm.

This is the twelfth power of Hercules the Disobedient, transforming the calm and composed hero of [Steel] into a murderous and violent beast.

This was the only power that Hercules could not use along with other powers.

His blood-red eyes were fixed on Arturia, who was waiting not far away. Heracles, who had turned into a monster, lowered his waist slightly, opened his mouth, and exhaled hot white breath.

"Sorry for the long wait."

Relying on the remaining shred of reason, he said hello to Artoria.

"So... let's get started!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, a terrifying impact was exerted on Artoria's body, causing her to fly out through the sound barrier.

Stabilizing her body, Artoria did a backflip and landed in the air.

Hercules burst out with astonishing speed and galloped towards him, like a giant demon pig.

Arturia stepped forward with her sword and slashed out with one strike.

However, Black Flame's slash fell into the air.

The shadow fell towards Altria, and Altria dodged sideways using the [Shrinking the Earth] technique, leaving Hercules with an empty grasp, and then punched Hercules in the head.

The strong wind that penetrated her body rolled up the clouds and mist, whistling and dancing wildly.

However, Altria's punch only made Hercules turn his head away.

In fact, the opponent was slowly turning his head back at this moment, and the strength of his neck exceeded the strength of her arms.

"Have your endurance and muscle strength been significantly improved?"

Seeing the opponent reaching out to grab again, Altria bent down to avoid it, and punched again as if she didn't believe in evil.

The punch directly hit the abdomen, causing Hercules to retreat a little.

At the same time, it also made the ferocity in Hercules' eyes more intense.

"Roar--!!"

The roar swept all around.

Altria looked at Hercules in front of her with a little helplessness.

"Really? Do you have the talent to be a Berserker in every world?"

After making a few insignificant jokes, Artoria raised the Sword of Promised Victory, and Hercules rushed over at this time.

"Puff!"

The sound of the sword cutting through the flesh sounded, accompanied by the whistling sound of flames.

The black flames formed by the burning residue of absolute evil, which foreshadowed disaster, once again left scars on Hercules' body.

At the same time, the sandbag-sized fist also fell on Artoria's body.

The surrounding space made a sound of being overwhelmed, and the next moment Artoria was knocked out again.

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Chapter 389 The Great Labyrinth of Burying Heroes.

When Artoria and Hercules fought fiercely, the movement caused by their fight also attracted other beings.

"Even from such a distance, you can feel such a level of magical power fluctuation? It's simply a monster... And such a monster is actually an enemy, it's really hard to laugh."

The black windbreaker was rustling in the wind, and Alexander, who was stepping on lightning, flew out in such amazement.

Like a spectator, he watched the whole battle.

"The heroic god praised by the world, fought in that posture... However, even with such a sacrifice, he still couldn't defeat King Arthur... It's really a desperate gap in strength... No wonder Mr. Vauban was killed without even a chance to escape."

Alexander has already determined the identity of the male god who fought with Altria. After all, Hercules's popularity is no less than King Arthur.

"Since it's a monster... then as a human, it doesn't matter if I use some tricks, right?"

"Battles require the right time and place... This is what the people in the East taught me. It seems a bit foolish to talk about time in front of the gods, so I'll just ask for the 'right place'."

...

The battle between Artoria and Hercules continued.

The petite Artoria was like a ball, being hit by Hercules again and again.

Seizing the opportunity, Artoria fired a light cannon that burned everything the moment Hercules caught up.

The torrent of light separated the sky and the earth, and the hot wind distorted the space.

However, these had little effect on the monster.

Hercules didn't even dodge, and rushed straight through the torrent of light to Artoria.

With [Intuition] to predict the action, Artoria avoided Hercules' whistling fist with her own body, and the sword blade wrapped in black flames passed through Hercules' ribs.

Each punch of Hercules could shatter the atmosphere, and Artoria was simply unable to resist it.

However, no matter how strong the attack was, it would be useless if it could not hit the target, even worse than a baby's fist.

In the battle with Hercules, Artoria gradually strengthened her ability to master the skills she already had, and gradually integrated them in the process.

There were fewer and fewer useless and redundant small movements, and she became more and more adept at using various skills.

At this moment, Artoria was like a piece of steel, and the battle with Hercules was the tempering of steel.

Even without absorbing essence from the earth, Artoria was still getting stronger step by step... and this strength was truly her own.

Although each step was slow, it was very solid.

Dodging Hercules' attack again, Artoria slashed with a sword, leaving a cut mark on Hercules' body again.

"The winner has been decided."

As if explaining the reality, Artoria said so.

At this moment, Hercules was already covered with scars.

From a certain moment on, Hercules could no longer hurt Artoria.

After integrating her own skills, Artoria's martial arts had completely surpassed Hercules and completely transformed.

Artoria looked at Hercules from a distance and said calmly.

"Look, I can easily touch your heart."

A white and tender hand suddenly fell on Hercules' chest.

Hercules had no idea what was happening, and Artoria had already appeared in his arms.

The sturdy hand swung across his chest, and the surging hurricane rolled the sea water into the sky.

However, Artoria had already dodged to dozens of meters away again, and Hercules's attack fell into the air.

"The distance between you and me is meaningless to me, but it is like a natural chasm to you."

Holding the hilt of the sword, with the tip of the sword pointing diagonally downward, Artoria put on a nonchalant look.

"Roar--!!"

"Have you completely lost your mind? The noble hero finally degenerates into a monster. This may be the fate of all dragon-slaying [Steel]."

Altria sighed slowly, as if she was regretting.

The atmosphere was shaking. Hercules, who was completely in a rage, gave everything to his bloodthirsty instinct, ignoring the pain on his body and constantly attacking Artoria.

In fact, the three-headed hellhound also has the attributes of dragons and snakes, because Cerberus in mythology has a dog's head, but a dragon's tail, and the hair on his body is all entangled with venomous snakes.

The underworld is one of the most typical powers of the Earth Mother Goddess, and as a hellhound guarding the gate of the underworld, Cerberus also has extremely powerful immortality.

After becoming a monster, Hercules also inherited this immortality. The wounds cut by Altria in the previous battle basically recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, that is, super-fast self-healing.

But now, Hercules' self-healing speed is much slower than before, which means that Hercules' immortality has almost reached its limit.

So...

"It's almost time to end this battle."