Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

The Far East Magic Association is a branch of the Clock Tower, but in the end, it is just a group of people who came to the country with the Black Ships and learned the basics of magic from the West after the country was opened up, and then mastered magic.

After all, the major powers to the west operate on a system of thought-keying, and their Mountain Court doesn't even include them. So these people are just a bunch of mediocre individuals who are neither here nor there.

Don't worry about them, they're just a bunch of small fry with no role to play, just leave them alone!

At that moment, Rin Tohsaka had no time to answer the phone or pay attention to any live stream.

After all, it seems they're about to be wiped out in one fell swoop.

The Holy Grail War was ended in a single night by the hero Hercules!

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 43. Nero is powerless against the sea (Eighth update)

"Eliminate one."

Hercules slowly sheathed his nameless bow, watching the usurped demonic spear in his hand slowly disappear, and calmly said...

"There are five left."

"That's great, Archer, you're the best!!!"

In my ears, I could hear the girl's joyful cheers.

Hearing that childlike voice, even Hercules' rock-like face couldn't help but show a doting smile.

His appearance was unexpected for everyone.

Although the Einzbern family acquired the relic to summon Hercules and determined to summon the first hero of Greek mythology, they actually wanted to summon the berserker version of him.

For no other reason than that Kiritsugu Emiya, who betrayed them in the last Holy Grail War, serves as a warning to these Einzbern homunculi.

They would rather choose a raging beast than a great hero with his own will.

This is undoubtedly the most foolish thing to do.

Hercules is a great hero who possesses all classes except Caster, and even as an Assassin, the young Hercules who infiltrated and conquered Troy was stronger than the Berserker Hercules.

A large part of the reason he's unsuitable as a berserker is because of the legend surrounding him—the curse that led him to kill his wife and children. In his madness, he is a true beast.

Lacking reason, self, and the wisdom expected of a hero, his unique Noble Phantasm is a significant weakening compared to the Twelve Trials of other classes.

Even if the Einzbern family had simply summoned him as a berserker, he wouldn't have ended up in such a terrible state. But the Einzbern family insisted on adding more burdens to him, driving him even more insane.

It can only be said that the Einzbern family is like this: making a mess of things and failing are the biggest characteristics of this family, not only harming themselves, but also harming others.

How could they not be the family that obtained the Rhine Gold? Their incompetence and ability to make a complete mess of things are a curse in themselves.

But this time, Hercules, who arrived as an Archer due to a twist of fate, caught the homunculi of Einzbern completely off guard.

They intended to repeat their previous tactic of imbuing Hercules with the same berserk control, but Hercules, now wielding a class almost perfectly suited to his own, was no longer the powerless Hercules they knew.

Then Einzbern thought that they might as well turn Hercules into an Avenger, which would be easier to control than Hercules as a great hero.

But it still didn't work.

This bizarre Holy Grail War, which is fundamentally flawed, has even had its Avenger class occupied. Even if the Einzbern family has the ability to distort the Hercules class, they don't have the space to do so!

Then, with Ilya's consent, Hercules wiped out the entire Einzbern family.

It would be better for everyone if these androids who love to cause trouble died!

And now, the newly minted God-tier archer Hercules has made his dazzling debut! The great hero has made his decision and is ready to attempt a one-night speedrun of the Fuyuki Holy Grail War!

Hercules leaped onto the top of the ruins of the school building.

A silver moon shone behind him, and the great hero, as hard and silent as a black rock, looked down on his opponents from above.

But the result surprised Hercules.

It wasn't that the opponent was particularly powerful; it was just that at a glance, there were two familiar faces whom he had met in his previous life.

"Hercules? It really is you!"

Jason looked at the newcomer with great excitement, even nine-tenths of his excitement.

"Hahaha, with you here, we're guaranteed to win this Holy Grail War!"

"Fool, he's our enemy!"

Medea, standing beside him, mercilessly poured cold water on his enthusiasm, then looked at her approaching opponent with almost terrified eyes. Although she tried to appear calm, her delicate body beneath the magician's robe trembled uncontrollably.

The betraying witch knew Hercules' power better than anyone, and judging from his state, he was clearly not a mad Berserker, but rather approaching the demeanor of a young hero.

This is fucking impossible to fight!

Medea: Me? Fight Hercules? Ah!

"Is it the legendary Hercules? Hmm, this trip was definitely worthwhile!"

Of the three Servants, the only one who still retains a strong fighting spirit is Nero, who is out of the loop. This harlot emperor, who has been given an altered skin for some reason, is still in high spirits—after all, she had a history of calling herself Hercules and then going down to fight a lion.

"Idiot, don't stick your neck out at a time like this!"

"Ha, performer, don't worry about me, just watch how I display the magnificent figure of the Roman emperor!"

"There is no reason for the Roman emperor to lose to the Greek hero!"

Nero laughed loudly, leaping into the air with a powerful push, simultaneously activating her unique skill.

Tyrant's Domination: EX

This is the imperial privilege that she should have had as a Roman emperor: an EX version, seemingly because she inexplicably changed from Saber to an Avenger, and her inherent skills have changed as a result.

But its effect has not changed; in fact, it has become even more powerful!

In short, this inherent skill is a versatile replacement skill. If the user wishes, they can acquire skills they don't already possess, such as riding, swordsmanship, art, leadership, strategy, and even divinity!

This is the emperor; even if he calls a deer a horse, his subjects can only cheer and praise him. It is precisely for this reason that Nero, whose stats were originally severely insufficient and not qualified to become Saber, was able to become a swordsman.

Of course, now that she is an Avenger, she doesn't have to have such a problem. In fact, after becoming an Avenger, this power-wielding ability has become even more powerful!

What she is currently empowering herself with is a unique ability called the Arm of Mountains and Rivers, which belongs to a different kind of god-like monster!

The primordial fire (Aestus Estus), now blackened, was transformed into a massive, tangible pressure by the alien divine power forcibly seized by the tyrant, causing the dark flames swirling around it to crash down like a mountain from the sky.

Hercules did not move.

He didn't even look up to meet the fierce attack; he simply turned slightly to the side just as the black flame blade was about to touch his hair.

boom--!!!

Nero's sword slammed down where Hercules had been standing, and the ruins of the school building seemed to be struck a second time by an invisible giant hammer. Debris and dust shot into the sky, forming a ring-shaped shockwave that spread outwards. Medea had already dragged Shirou backwards, erecting a magical barrier to block the flying debris.

"Player, did you see that? My magnificent strike!" Nero laughed as he leaped out of the dust and landed lightly on a sloping floor.

However, her smile faltered slightly.

As the smoke cleared, Hercules stood calmly a few meters away, not even the hem of his clothes disheveled. He had dodged the seemingly inevitable strike with minimal movement at the last moment. His eyes were as calm as a deep pool, silently watching Nero as if assessing the quality of a weapon.

"...Are you being underestimated?" Nero raised an eyebrow, then her smile widened. "Very well! I was just worried about not having a grand enough stage to showcase my talents!"

She stepped forward again, and this time, her steps suddenly changed.

"At this moment, I will temporarily borrow the horsemanship of galloping across the grasslands!"

She proclaimed loudly, her figure instantly transforming into several afterimages. It wasn't an illusion caused by high-speed movement, but rather the tyranny's despotism activating once again, temporarily granting her the adaptability of riding an A-class mount, and forcibly imposing the concepts of "control" and "distribution" of riding a mount onto her legs and the battlefield!

It must be said that although she was distressed that she had inexplicably become a vengeful person, this altered tyrannical power was much more useful than her own imperial privileges!

Not only can they forcibly acquire the inherent abilities of other Servants, or even the power of their own mythology, but they can also make such detailed alterations.

Three, five, seven—Nero's figure attacked Hercules simultaneously from all directions, each strike carrying the true heat and weight of the primordial fire. This was a battle tactic that defied all reason and was only possible under the emperor's privilege.

Hercules finally moved.

He raised his left hand—not to grasp the bow, nor to take out the unmarked stone axe, but simply with the back of his hand facing outwards and his five fingers slightly spread, to meet the three fiery sword shadows that were thrusting from the front.

clang!clang!clang!

Three crisp, metallic clangs almost merged into one. The three sword shadows shattered instantly, leaving only three faint white marks on the back of Hercules's hand before disappearing completely. He turned around and swung his right fist backward, colliding with another "Nero" sword strike coming from behind.

boom!

The afterimage, sword and all, was blasted away by pure force, crashing into a distant broken wall and kicking up a cloud of dust. The real Nero, meanwhile, used the recoil to leap to the highest point in the air.

"It's not over yet!" She spun in the air, her black skirt blooming like a flower. "Behold this sword! This is the light of my 'mind's eye,' which I have temporarily borrowed in the name of the emperor!"

It wasn't the true intuition honed through countless battles, but rather something closer to the false intuition—an insight forcibly established based on talent and the emperor's belief that he "naturally could see through things." Nero's eyes instantly captured every detail of Hercules's magical flow, the slight tremor of his muscles, and even the point where his gaze fell.

"There it is!"

With a sharp cry, she unleashed the primordial fire, which did not strike directly but instead pierced Hercules' right shoulder and neck with a cunning arc, aiming for a tiny opening that opened and closed naturally with his breath—it wasn't even an opening, but rather the unavoidable rhythm of a living organism.

This time, a very faint, almost approving look seemed to flash across Hercules' eyes.

He still didn't use his weapon, but simply raised his right hand, which had been hanging down naturally, with his index and middle fingers together, to meet the tip of the sword that was thrusting towards him.

Fingertips touched the tip of the sword.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an invisible ripple spreading out from the point of contact. Nero felt an irresistible, pure, and despair-inducing "power" flowing along the sword. It wasn't a burst of magic, but simply the transmission of physical strength through the sword.

"Well--!"

She let out a muffled groan, and her whole body flew backward like a stone thrown by a catapult, crashing through two walls that had not yet completely collapsed before she managed to adjust her posture, kneeling on one knee and sliding several meters to stop, using her greatsword to stabilize herself.

Nero's hands, gripping the sword, felt numb at the base of his thumbs, and his arms trembled slightly. Even the black flames of the Primordial Fire dimmed somewhat, but Nero remained enthusiastic.

"Incredible! Absolutely incredible! Hercules, the mighty god, truly is a legend among legends!" She held the primordial fire level, the tip of the sword pointing at Hercules.

“However, my ‘privileges’ do not end there! I am the Roman Emperor, above all people, and what I desire is the law!”

The dark and eerie magic surged once more, even more violently than before.

"For this next strike—I will temporarily borrow the prestige of 'a certain Son of the Sun'! In the name of the Emperor, I command this sword to unleash its golden flames!"

The aura of tyrannical despotism shone upon her, and this time, she was trying to reach some higher, more scorching conceptual power!

This strange class skill came into play once again, plundering for her this ability that was almost indistinguishable from a Noble Phantasm. In an instant, the power released by the magic that surpassed the level of a Noble Phantasm gathered in her hands!

"Excellent skill!" Hercules exclaimed sincerely, then raised his own weapon.

He will deliver an undeniable and crushing defeat to her!