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Upon witnessing this scene, Euryale tugged at Asterius's sleeve without hesitation and ran towards Mash.

My Style: Gale Technique - A Devastating Slaughter of Hundreds

As Euryale was about to run towards Mash and the others, Asterius grabbed the goddess's slender arm.

"Don't... leave, me and him, by your side." Pointing to Nianzhuo, who was locked in combat with the returned Heracles, Asterius couldn't hide the worry in his eyes. "Only the two of us can protect you."

"What are you saying, Asterius?" Euryale's expression was full of anxiety. "Shouldn't you have chosen to run away without hesitation at this time?" She pointed to Heracles, whose chest had been cleaved open but remained completely unaffected. For the first time, Euryale's usually amused face showed fear.

“That’s Hercules! Calling him the strongest hero in human history wouldn’t be an exaggeration. His existence is practically a natural disaster!” Although she desperately wanted to escape, Euryale didn’t hesitate to draw her bow and fire an arrow after Asterius released her hand, even though she knew it was futile. “Those who try to resist an avalanche aren’t heroes; they’re just incompetent.” Then, Euryale bit her lower lip tightly, looking worriedly at Nianzhuo, who was constantly trying to restrain Hercules around the ship’s deck. “…And I’ve seen too many incompetent people. Their target is me, so if I move, they’ll shift their attention to me, right?” The girl covered her chest, her arms trembling slightly as she fired arrows.

“That way… it will be easier for you two…” With that, Euryale prepared to leave again, thus diverting Hercules’ attention.

Those who try to fight an avalanche are not brave, but incompetent.

So what about her, the goddess? Perhaps she's not even as good as an ordinary person fighting an avalanche.

The data is practically at the lowest level. How will it react when an E-level value is used to fight against Hercules, who is basically all A-level and in the first tier of Heroic Spirits?

With the girl's slender body, even a slight touch of the air cut by Hercules' axe would likely leave a wound, let alone any attempt to restrain her.

...The girl was gambling with her life, using her own life to save Nianzhuo, Asterius, and everyone on the ship.

“…I understand.” Asterius nodded, his outstretched hand seemingly about to be lowered.

“Well then—” Euryale’s eyes dimmed slightly, then she nodded understandingly and turned to start moving.

But then, a tremendous force came from her wrist, even pulling her directly behind her.

“But, if, no one, will do it.” Asterius pulled the double axes that Heracles had knocked away from him from the ground, his eyes bloodshot, his muscles tensing once more. “Then, I will go. Because—” He hesitated, as if afraid of what he was about to say.

“I am, the monster.” With each word he uttered, Asterius gripped his axe tighter. “Killed, several, children. Several, several, several, several…!” Finally, the veins on his palms became clearly visible, and the double axes Asterius held even hissed.

“So, I will go…!” Asterius seemed to have made up his mind, raising his double axes. “I will fight…!” The ferocious beast in the labyrinth seemed to have finally made up his mind and bared his fangs.

"This guy... is too strong!" At this point, how could Nian Zhuo's situation be any better? Now he had to dodge even the air ripples caused by Hercules's swinging axe, and his spirit core was making a crackling sound, causing Nian Zhuo's brows to furrow tightly. "Someone, please create an opportunity for me... my magic power is almost gone..."

"Make way!" Then, a familiar voice came from above, and the ferocious beast, wielding its double axes like giant rocks, brought them down heavily.

"Awesome!" Even Nian Zhuo couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, quickening his movements and forcibly forcing Hercules back... paying the price of being hit by Hercules's punch, Nian Zhuo then immediately broke free.

"No, I'll hand her over to you—!" Then, Asterius's body fell, wielding his double axes as he swung them at Heracles.

The same scene unfolded once again: two enormous figures locked in combat, the heavy clanging of weapons pounding against everyone's eardrums.

"Huff...Huff...Are you alright?" Then, he moved to Yurielie's side. Nianzhuo could no longer hide his exhaustion and knelt on the ground. Yurielie exclaimed in surprise and quickly helped him up.

The battle with Hercules was like torture. Nianzhuo had to expend more energy to dodge the opponent's attacks and keep his eyes fixed on Hercules in order to achieve the effect of predicting the future.

...As a result of fighting Hercules and inflicting serious injuries on him, Nian Zhuo is now completely exhausted, and the 'self in the mirror' has collapsed from exhaustion.

"Forget it, we can't expect much from the stamina of a student who's been a student for over ten years." Waiting for the sweat to dry, Nianzhuo anxiously watched the fight between Asterius and Heracles. "Hey... what's he... doing?"

It was as if a part of his brain had been torn apart like a piece of paper. When Nianzhuo saw Asterius, he could not believe his eyes.

The place where the two monsters fought has formed a huge pool of blood. Some of it is from Heracles, and some from Asterius.

What left Nianzhuo stunned was not the brutal scene of the monster battle, but the way the battle was conducted.

“Asterius, why isn’t he moving…?” Nian Zhuo stared blankly at Euryale beside him, stiff as a puppet on strings. “What… is he trying to do in front of us…?”

“This is the only way… the only way to hold off that humanoid monster… Asterius chose to do this.” Although her face grew paler, Euryale still bit her lip, steadfastly watching the inhuman battle. “Asterius is just a monster from the labyrinth, you know that, right? In terms of skill, achievements, and fame, he is almost completely suppressed by Heracles. The only thing that can rival him is strength…”

"But this isn't how you fight!" Nian Zhuo suddenly snapped, his breathing becoming rapid. "That's a wooden stake! That's just a meat shield that can only take damage. You're telling me he's fighting? What has he done besides that flawed counterattack?" However, his anxiety didn't give Nian Zhuo the strength to fight; instead, it caused him to cough incessantly, his lungs aching.

“W, this is the only way he can think of…” Euryale’s voice trailed off, her eyes darting away, avoiding Asterius’s gaze, clutching her skirt tightly. “Only if he stands in front of us… can we… temporarily alleviate the pressure…”

"Do you want to save him, or watch him die taking the blow of Hercules' axe?" Nian Zhuo's tone suddenly changed, becoming calm. "Look, Euryale, I'm alright now." Nian Zhuo squeezed his fingers, as if he had fully recovered, and propped himself up. "So, do you want me to save her? I can do it now."

"..." Her eyes were already red, and her fingers were gripping the hem of her skirt until they turned white. Yuri turned her head away, as if she didn't want Nianzhuo to see her like this, and wiped her tears with her sleeve. "Save... him." She said in a very soft voice.

"What? He can't hold on if we don't speak louder, okay?" Nianzhuo bent down and said with a smile.

"Save him...please save him!" Finally, Euryale blurted out what was on her mind.

"Alright, now that you say that, I'm more energized." Nian Zhuo stood up again, took the Zi-O II watch off the driver and put it in his pocket. Nian Zhuo touched the clock hand on his head. "Well then, I accept this request!"

"And..." Just before Nianzhuo was about to move forward, a small force came from behind him.

“You…you too, you must…” Euryale raised her head this time.

Her small face was covered with tear stains, and her hands were tightly gripping Nian Zhuo's waist. For the first time, Yuri Ellie, who had always been like a little devil, showed her weakness in front of Nian Zhuo.

"You must...live..." The goddess repeated these words softly before finally releasing her hands.

"Don't worry, little girl." After a moment of surprise, Nian Zhuo patted the girl's head and waved the purple-green watch face in his hand at her. "I am the Time King—the King of Time, I will not die in a place like this." This was the first time Nian Zhuo had revealed his identity as the Time King to someone else.

Then, Nianzhuo silently patted the girl's head, turned the watch in his hand, and then knocked it.

"Philip, Shotaro, please!" Then, a turquoise gale enveloped Nianzhuo's figure layer by layer. "This power that I promised you will now be used only for these two—" Then, Nianzhuo suddenly opened his eyes, and black and turquoise patterns climbed onto his face.

"Ah—!" Euryale saw the sudden gust of wind and thought it would blow her away, so she stretched out her arms to block it. However, she found that the expected feeling of weightlessness did not occur, and she opened her eyes shakily.

The wind carried her away, gently setting her aside.

"Ha—" Nian Zhuo, bathed in the gale, took a deep breath, then gripped the Time Sword Spear in his hand. "Really, it seems we'll have to use a surprise attack!"

"Rider Time! Kamen Rider Zi-O!! Armor Time! Cyclone! Joker! W~!"

Then, Nianzhuo burst out of the raging wind, raised the Time Sword Spear, and pulled the trigger towards Hercules.

"Asterius! Get out of my way!" A hand glowing with purple light landed on Asterius's shoulder, forcefully tossing him behind him. "Leave the rest of the battlefield to me! You go and wait for Euryale!"

Faced with Nianzhuo's sudden attack, Hercules could only raise his arm to block the dense barrage of bullets coming his way.

Taking advantage of the blind spot where he blocked his view with his arm, Nianzhuo gathered a whirlwind in his right hand.

"Get... away from me!" Then, a turquoise phoenix whirl struck Hercules' raised arm, sending him and Nianzhuo flying together.

"Wait, wait—!" Asterius crashed heavily to the ground, blood seeping from his wounds once more. He reached out to stop Nianzhuo, who was already pushing Heracles away, but it was all in vain.

"Alright! Asterius, you stay put and don't move!" Euryale, no longer caring about persuasion, pressed her hands firmly on Asterius's shoulders. "Look at yourself now! You're just a death sentence and a burden!" I think this was probably the first time Euryale had ever roared so angrily without any regard for her image.

Asterius's strategy of trading injury for injury, even his life, ultimately led to his demise.

His arm was almost completely severed, and there was a gash on his chest from Hercules's blade wind. The blood on his head now obscured the vision in one eye.

The blades of the double axes were almost broken off, and there was not a single decent part of Asterius's body.

This is the difference in skill. Both were of A-level strength, but Hercules used his martial arts to drive Asterius into such a desperate situation.

But did Asterius not cause any harm to Heracles? That's not necessarily true.

Just as Nian Zhuo was using the power of the Gale Memory to push Hercules, the bloody smell in the air made him squint.

“Oh…?!” Nian Zhuo’s gaze searched for the source of the scent, finally settling on Heracles’ wrist. “So that’s it, Asterius, this is the chance you left for me.” Nian Zhuo couldn’t help but smile with a hint of triumph.

"Then, count your sins, Hercules!" Then, Nian Zhuo withdrew the force of the gale, letting Hercules' body fall backward. In Nian Zhuo's hand, the Time Sword Spear had been replaced with the Time Spear Sword, and the slender blade heralded Hercules' death.

"I heard—you have another Noble Phantasm called [Nine Lives]? Right? A supersonic nine-hit combo. This time, I'll show you my [Nine Lives] too! Howl! Gale!" Then, Nianzhuo gripped the hilt of the Time Gun Sword with one hand while flipping the driver at his waist.

"Finish Time—!" Purple light was rapidly gathering in Nian Zhuo's hand.

"My Style: Annihilation Secret Technique—!" He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, and purple light spread upwards along the blade.

Looking at Hercules, who was leaning backward, Nian Zhuo's eyes flashed with purple light.

Thanks to the ability derived from the Joker's memory, Nencho mastered different attack methods in just one second, and now it's time to put them all into practice!

"Weakness - See Through...!" As he gripped the hilt of his sword, a turquoise gale arose, but instead of blowing toward Hercules, it enveloped Nian Zhuo's blade.

Using the Cyclone Memory to manipulate the wind, I can propel the blade to slash in the direction Nenjutsu desires, then blow the blade back, slash again, blow it back again... Once I've tried all the attack methods in my mind, there's bound to be one that works on Hercules!

"Come on—!" Nian Zhuo charged forward, his sword blade propelled by the wind, leaving behind a whistling sound.

"My Flow - Annihilation Style - Gale Rush - Shoot Down a Hundred Heads!" Nian Zhuo's eyes blazed with purple light, and in his eyes, Hercules before him seemed to have multiplied into many.

Meanwhile, propelled by the wind, his own sword slashed towards Hercules from every possible angle.

Neck, chest, abdomen, thighs, arms, eyes, sides, knees... all the most dangerous spots are targeted!

Nian Zhuo's arm burst a blood vessel due to the sudden increase in the pace of his attacks...

"It's alright! What's broken, we'll mend with courage and will!" With a roar, Nian Zhuo's sword, aided by the gale, instantly left eight green marks in this space.

Fatal Eight Slashes! All the attack lines provided by the Joker Memory were executed in a mere second, requiring precise calculation of the location of the gale's thrust. Blood even flowed from Nencho's eyes and nose.

...But the result was also gratifying.

"Sizzle—" The sound of flesh being torn apart finally came, followed by the blood of Hercules splattered on Nian Zhuo's face.

Finally, one of the eight strikes paid off. Even though the berserker instinctively avoided the seven fatal blows, the final strike successfully took away Hercules' remaining life.

"Damn it... I fought with all my might for eight strikes, and seven of them were dodged..." Nian Zhuo wiped the blood off his face and breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the berserker who had finally lost his vital signs. "Just how terrifying is my own Noble Phantasm in the original work, the so-called [light-speed nine-hit combo] [Shoots a Hundred Heads]?"

But that wasn't something Nianzhuo needed to think about; he just wanted to sleep for a while.

Her brain was overloaded, and her body felt limp as if she had lost her bones. Nian Zhuo collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Damn it... just let me sleep for a while... just a little while..." My eyelids were drooping, but finally they closed up.

"In a bit... I'll continue in a bit..." All that remained was Nian Zhuo's mutterings and the sizzling sound of Hercules's flesh being cut open.

It was eerily quiet.

The Blooming Infinite Soul

"Did you defeat...?" The entire ship heard the sound of Nian Zhuo's emerald green blade breaking the sound barrier, and everyone stopped their weapons and looked towards the source of the loud noise.

Eight huge cracks had been completely ripped open in the ship's planks, a result of Nian Zhuo's blade cutting through the air.

Finally, her gaze settled on the massive, black giant's severed body. Mashu's eyes widened, as if she were trying to confirm whether it was a hallucination.

Finally, after rubbing their eyes to make sure it wasn't a hallucination, they finally relaxed. However, before they could even feel happy, a communication from Chaldea suddenly rang.

"Don't get too excited yet!" Mary's voice trembled as she looked at the red dot on the screen, her hopes dashed the moment she turned on the communication device. "The Spirit Origin reaction hasn't disappeared! In fact, it's gradually recovering! The magic power reaction is also rising rapidly! It's almost back to the initial value!"

"What...!" Ritsuka's smile vanished before it even appeared on her face. She looked in disbelief in the direction of Hercules. "No way... even that couldn't destroy him...!"

The enormous wound remained, yet Hercules' body had inexplicably turned crimson, even emitting scorching white steam.

The huge wound that Nian Zhuo had cut open, the crimson blood there... no, the flesh that Nian Zhuo had completely erased seemed to appear out of thin air and connected Hercules' body, which was split in two. Flesh and writhing chunks of flesh multiplied, grew, and healed rapidly on Hercules' wound.

"Damn it... It's truly shocking up close!" Nian Zhuo never expected to see the Berserker's Noble Phantasm activated as soon as he woke up. The writhing flesh made Nian Zhuo's face turn pale. "Self-regeneration...? How could it be such a superficial thing! This is practically a time-reversal magic!" Watching the flesh continuously flow back from its cut state to the state before Nian Zhuo cut it, he struggled to get up from the ground.