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

And those magic circuits have now all turned into fuses, causing tiny magic power to go out of control one after another in a chain reaction.

Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!

Magic power exploded in the arms as strong as steel!

Sometimes the toes are as sharp as a blade, and they are made through long-training, and the magic bursts!

As deep and strong as the roots of the World Tree, magic power explodes in the blood vessels of the body!

The internal organs, which were like balls of magic power, exploded!

Even the nerves in the eyeballs, part of the brain stem, and blood vessels throughout the body - all exploded!

The intervals between the magic explosions gradually shortened, and finally, a huge burst of magic power spread out in the area around Alcides' heart.

It was impossible to tell whether it was a painful or hot shock.

The same thing happened to Alcides' hand holding the sword of rebellion. Not only were all the blood vessels shattered, but the fingernails were also blown off.

“…Don’t even think about it!”

Accompanied by an imposing shout.

Alcides stomped his foot hard on the ground, trying to transfer his uncontrolled magic power into the earth.

The next moment, spider-web-like cracks spread across the ground within dozens of kilometers centered on him. The ground sank a full six meters deep, and the foundation stones in several places were blown away and lifted up.

An ordinary heroic spirit would have exploded and died in this situation, but Alcides managed to endure it.

Just now, it can be said that nothing except his bones burst.

The other organs were basically all blown up.

But he only survived, the condition inside Alcides' body had completely collapsed.

All magic circuits are broken.

Not to mention circulating the magic power in his body, it was a miracle that he could survive in this situation.

"Haha, you're really as expected. You can still maintain your ability to move in this situation..."

Moran couldn't help but admire.

He was just waiting for the moment when Alcides had only one life left, and then he would use this trump card to finish him off.

Take advantage of Alexandre Dumas's ability to weave stories.

Moran sewed Emiya Kiritsugu's origin into the Sword of Separation in order to wait for Alcides to usurp the Sword of Separation.

Once Alcides uses the Sword of Separation once, the magic power in his body will be connected to the Noble Phantasm, and the effect will be as if Alcides had swallowed Emiya Kiritsugu's Origin Bullet with his own mouth.

The magic power of the Sword of Separation, which has the property of "cutting off", will flow back into Alcides' body, transmitted to every magic circuit, and turn into a hidden bomb.

When Alcides used the Sword of Separation again.

The latent bomb will explode instantly——

A magic circuit engraved with the property of severance, washed by extremely pure magic power, would only result in the circuit being severed due to the loss of control of the magic power—Alchides would die instantly.

After all, what if all the blood vessels in your body burst?

No one can survive.

So, Alcides really surprised Moran.

Even after falling, his unyielding tenacity remained unchanged. He actually survived.

“…Pfft…!”

Alcides spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.

That wasn't just a blood clot, but his shattered internal organs. The fact that he was still able to function was largely due to the black mud in his body.

Black mud is similar to an external magic organ.

So, it was not affected.

But it is no longer possible to rely solely on black mud to sustain the battle.

Alcides is now just a spent force.

Look at how miserable he is now.

His entire body was stained with dirty blood from the explosion, and his meridians and blood vessels were exposed outside the body after the explosion.

No place is intact.

"...Ha...I didn't expect you to have calculated this far. Even if I devoured the Bull of Heaven and this Sword of Separation, I could only cause this much damage to you in the end..."

Alcides' eyes were filled with blood.

His eyeballs have exploded.

Although he was looking in the direction of Moran, he didn't know if he could see Moran clearly.

Chapter 714: A Heroic Tale Told Through the Ages [Subscribe! Flowers!]

"Even if the gods are gone, I'm still growing... and it's the same now. I've always treated you with the utmost respect and caution. If I don't go to this extent of exchanging wounds with you, I don't think I can easily win."

Moran stroked his messy hair slightly.

Then, the wounds that pierced his shoulders and abdomen disappeared immediately, as if they had never existed in the first place.

Purely physical injuries are insignificant.

For a being like Moran who possesses the status of a main god, only affinity and concepts are the most difficult enemies.

In fact, even if Alcides had not usurped the Sword of Separation, Moran had other ways to defeat Alcides.

However, those methods are far less brilliant than this one, nor are they as reliable and powerful as this one.

"Haha... This move is simply Odysseus's Trojan Horse... However, even though my body has reached such a broken state, my long-cherished wish has not changed!"

Alcides raised his face, which was as tragic as a demon.

What overflowed from his body was a resolute killing intent.

Even if his body was completely destroyed and he had no more life left, he would still fight.

Even if he is not a hero at this time.

At least, he can be considered a pure warrior.

"...Yes, I know... Even at this point, you won't give up. If you weren't like that, you wouldn't be like this. This is what the world admires, but also what brings sorrow."

"Why praise...why grieve? These are not what I need. I am nothing but an ugly avenger. All I long for is the moment when revenge is achieved!"

"Haha, then, let's fight!"

Moran was not offended by Alcides' words.

Nor do I sympathize with this Avenger.

All he offered was respect for his past friends and a sigh from the heart.

No one has the power to stop Alcides' revenge.

No one can easily deny it.

Because Moran is not a god who is high above everyone else. All he can do is prevent his friends from trampling on him.

[A heroic tale that will be told through the ages]

The moment Moran activated this inherent skill, an extremely dazzling light engulfed everyone's vision.

Just like the Knights of the Round Table appeared before.

But now, it was more like a handover and replacement of personnel, and several figures slowly walked out from the light.

"That's... Jason, Asclepius, Paris, Theseus... Why are you here too!?"

Atalanta looked surprised.

She didn't expect that Moran could actually pull out his former comrade-in-arms, especially at this critical moment.

"Hahaha, how could I not be present at an occasion like this? But... I didn't expect it... Huh, no, it should be Alcides. Alcides, looking at you like this, I can't remain indifferent..."

Jason stared at Alcides.

The most boastful man in Greece saw the former hero turned into such an ugly person.

His emotions are more complicated than anyone else's.

"Heh, Moran, you... actually let them come here. It seems like you have completely grasped my lifeline."

Alcides said this in a resentful tone.

But, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Although it was as ugly as a devil's smile, he could not hide the relief and joy in his heart.

"My friend, you are too gentle..."

"Really? I don't think so. Or do you not consider us as comrades? We can't stand seeing you deny yourself."

"...In that case, let everything end here.

Now that I have trampled upon so many dignity and souls, let me bear the sin of trampling upon you all!"

Even Alcides was facing his former comrades.

Friends who once understood me.

He still responded with terrifying murderous intent, not even sparing Jason, who admired him.

This scene put the Argonauts on high alert.

Just like when we fought against evil beasts in the past.

However, the target of this expedition was Alcides.

"Let's go and decide the winner!"

Moran opened the final curtain with a loud shout.

Although it is the final battle.

However, Alcides is on the verge of collapse and is only able to survive here thanks to the black mud.

Those last murderous words.

Moran also understood.

——In order to let his friend kill him without regret, Alcides chose to smear himself with sinful black mud.

He also knew what Alcides was thinking.

At the last moment of this conflict, the two of them laughed inexplicably.

Just like on that ship before.

The past when they practiced martial arts together like brothers, the past when they fought against evil beasts together for the world, and the past when they drank and talked happily together.

——The past comes to mind.

At this point, I no longer want to care about revenge and sin, nor do I want to understand. I just want to move forward.

Under the dazzling light, Moran and his once proud companions...

"【Shoot Hundred Heads (Nine Lives)】!"

This was the move Alcides had used on Ishtar before.

Now, it is reborn in Moran's hands.

He materialized his fantasy into an ice crystal longbow, and simultaneously shot nine arrows infused with divine energy from the bowstring.

Compared to the previous filthy and poisonous dragon.

This time, the killing of a hundred heads was a sheer display of majestic holiness, as if to cleanse the sins of the Avenger.

This final collision of blows was a manifestation of divine power that both parties believed could definitely kill.

Nine arrows transformed into dawn light and pierced Alcides' body.

Leaving no room for maneuver is also a divine skill.