Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

Another life slipped through our fingers.

Although Alcides' arrows contained Hydra poison, Moran's blood could generate Hydra.

Therefore, snake venom is basically ineffective against him.

The only problem was that the mud attached to his injuries was very troublesome and he couldn't recover in a short time.

This injury is nothing to Morant.

He couldn't even frown.

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The dazzling figure tore through the dripping poison and the rising poisonous smoke.

Everyone who sees it will find it so majestic.

The skill he displayed in battle was more rigorous and methodical than anything Ishtar had ever seen, yet it showed no hesitation.

There is extreme calmness and boiling excitement in it.

Iron-like rationality and fiery passion - symbolizing his dual characteristics, proving that his mind is operating at a very high speed.

He is able to unleash a ferocious attack that others cannot match, while possessing the fortitude to not be crushed by his sheer mass.

Suddenly, Ishtar remembered.

Thinking of Moran's heroic appearance when he conquered Subaba, he also recalled the feeling of being moved at that time.

——Why... can I still be like this...?

——No...I have forgotten...!

When Ishtar thought this.

Alcides, who was fighting fiercely with Moran, would take advantage of everything, no matter how despicable it was.

He aimed his arrows at the people outside the field.

Among them was Ishtar, whose divinity had greatly declined. She was now completely unable to resist Alcides' attack.

If this attack hits.

The venom of the Hydra, which was enough to bring the Hero King to grief, would eventually devour Ishtar.

The ending will surely be extremely tragic.

Ishtar didn't think she could survive the arrow.

Yet, she survived.

Moran reached out and held her in his arms.

"What are you thinking? You've caused me so much trouble, but now you're planning to die in front of me? Ishtar, are you a fool who has lost your divinity and knows nothing?"

"——Who are you calling an idiot?!"

Hearing Moran say this.

Ishtar couldn't help but let her anger out, exploding to a degree that surprised even her.

When she came to her senses, she didn't know why she was so angry.

He should have felt nothing in his heart and shouldn't have been so angry about Moran's trivial provocation.

"Hahaha! Very energetic, not bad."

Moran said with a hearty smile.

This caused Ishtar to fall silent.

Feeling that he was saved by Moran, and repeating the laughter and quarrels with him in the past.

While it feels familiar, I can't help but feel a little distressed.

She still feels a little confused now.

Why would Moran save himself when he was constantly causing trouble and even planning to take revenge on him?

However, before Ishtar could ask any questions.

Moran threw himself into the battle with Alcides again, leaving only his back for Ishtar to watch.

By now, Alcides was on his last life.

All twelve of his trials had been exhausted.

"...Haha, after fighting this far, it seems we've all reached our end. Now, all I have left is this one strike. I'll use the power of this one strike to finish you off."

Having said that, Alcides gripped the sword of rebellion tightly in his hand.

At the same time, terrifying and ferocious magic power surged out.

Although the tone was calm, the destructive aura emanating from it was more intense than the roar of a poisonous dragon.

He raised the sword of calamity high in his hand.

As if responding to Alcides's movements, the cylindrical sword began to spin like a rock-cutter and was enveloped by the air.

The swirling winds draw in more air, creating mini-tornadoes.

The tornadoes overlapped with each other, creating even larger distorted air - all of which would gather and be compressed to where the sword was.

The air layer transcends the physical boundaries and continues to increase in density, eventually turning into a weapon capable of chopping everything into pieces, and then begins to devour space itself.

Even light and sound can be cut off.

The atmosphere also began to contract.

Alcides grabbed the roaring and hissing sword of creation and smashed the chaos-sweeping force towards Moran.

“[Star of the Creation of Heaven and Earth (Enuma.Elish)]!!”

The blow that had been compressed to the extreme was released.

A spatial storm powerful enough to distort everything in the universe rushed over, and the world was like paper falling out of a shredder.

——Being crushed and crushed mercilessly.

Moran smiled faintly at this.

A torrent of magical power erupted behind him, and hundreds of shadows knelt down in tribute amidst the endless light.

Those were the Knights of the Round Table who had passed through Britain in the past.

At all times, they are the swords in the hands of the King of Light, and will always appear to defeat the King's enemies.

Opposing the space storm is a chalk wall.

Towards an ideal city of purity and nobility.

To this day, the wall that still surrounds Britain stands on the land of the Ugly Country.

It's like a statement about the inviolability of ideals.

Keep all evil outside these walls and say no to Alcides, who is stained with sin and evil.

And it was Galahad who held high the shield of the city wall.

He is not only the son of Lancelot, but also a noble and brave Knight of the Round Table.

Now, he stood here for the king.

Many Knights of the Round Table half-knelt behind Moran, and one of them walked to Moran's side.

There was a gentle smile on her face.

"Liya, I need you to fight with me again for the 680th time."

"Is this enemy the great hero from Greece? I didn't expect him to mutate to this extent...

Then, let us defeat him."

“…Go ahead.”

Moran and Altria needed no further words.

The former holds the golden demon sword that commands all beasts, while the latter holds the holy sword of the star that symbolizes hope.

At the moment when the cret wall blocked the pressure of the sword of Guaili.

Together, they swung their blades towards Alcides, dispelling the storm that distorted everything.

Ultimately, the two cancel each other out.

The combined radiance of the two broke through the wind pressure of the Sword of Disobedience and the storm of thunder unleashed by Alcides.

However, this was not enough to kill him.

Moran witnessed and marveled at Alcides' tenacity.

That's why he had a backup plan in advance.

Through Alexandre Dumas's Noble Phantasm, he manipulated the Sword of Disunity spiritually, incorporating it into matters that were difficult to ascertain.

Even Gilgamesh might not be able to detect it, let alone Alcides who had never touched the Sword of Separation. He fell into Moran's calculations from the very beginning.

The final trump card that could annihilate Alcides with a single blow, its conditions had already been fulfilled.

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"This immaculate wall, if it's meant to, can surely block all the evils of the world. Someone like me, I'm afraid, wouldn't be able to take even a single step forward. However, I've long been aware of this.

How long can such a pure wall last? Ideals are ultimately just fleeting dreams until they are realized.

Alcides saw through the essence of the ideal city.

Ideals are still ideals after all.

This conceptual Noble Phantasm does not have an inherent barrier, and the amount of magical power required to maintain its manifestation is extremely astonishing.

Therefore, as Alcides said.

After the wind pressure of the Sword of Separation and the torrent of light collided, the chalk wall also turned into particles and dissipated into the air.

The Sword of Separation flashed with a dazzling red light.

As the gears of the Sword of Creation were about to turn again, the world was about to let out a shrill wail once again.

Suddenly, Alcides saw.

Moran moved his mouth and hands to perform some magic trick, and he immediately became alert.

In an instant—Alcides' longbow suddenly exploded!

The majestic body that devoured the Bull of Heaven, comparable to the body of a god, was knocked back several steps.

——How, is it possible!?

Alcides understood instantly and knew what had happened to him.

He poured in magic power to activate the Sword of Separation to release wind pressure, but it short-circuited due to some internal obstruction.

But this is just the beginning.

In order to deliver a powerful blow that could destroy Moran, he poured in an extremely large amount of magic power.

Its total amount is no less than the amount used by the Bull of Heaven to destroy Snowfield, impacting the surface of the planet and causing surface disasters.

The short-circuit reaction caused by this huge amount of magic power suddenly caused a magic circuit in the body to explode.

It seemed to have set off some kind of chain reaction.

The second and third blocked magic circuits exploded one after another, like a water balloon expanding to its limit and bursting.

"Hmm........々．!"

When Alcides just gained his foothold.

The magic power went out of control again.

Although Alcides is not a magician, his body itself is a mass of magical power, also known as a spiritual base.

All the blood vessels and nerves throughout his body could be described as magic circuits. Even if Alcides's spiritual base expanded to that of a major god, he would still be a Heroic Spirit.