The battle axe, which shimmered with golden red light, slashed through the golden shield. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It didn't take much effort, like a knife to cut dry bread, and it didn't even need the strength of the arm, but the fingers used a little force, and the shield that had caused me a lot of trouble was cut in two, and the huge axe blade burst in, because the broken broadsword was slightly opened, so it only swept over Hector's chest, and brought up a puddle of blood, but it was not able to disembowel him.

If he hadn't been the best of all the Greek heroes, I would have killed him by now.

Even so, without his sword and shield, he could no longer stop me.

But my goal was not him from the beginning!

Kasuga's blood gave the Orihar Steel Battle Axe divine powers, giving the great axe, which was based on the weapons of the gods, the power of a true artifact for the time being.

I hurt my troublesome opponent in one fell swoop, but I didn't get the slightest bit excited.

Seconds ago, in order for me to break through the enemy's defenses, Kasuga sent his own arm under the blade, adding supreme divine power to my axe with his own blood.

Asking my wife to self-harm to help her win – some may find it poignant, but I can only feel angry.

I hated my powerlessness.

If it's the future me, if it's the me who can often save the world, such an enemy shouldn't be a problem at all......

Damn it! Why can't I be a little stronger!

Of course, I know it's impossible.

My ability is infinitely growing, and although my potential is limitless, it takes time to accumulate.

Twenty years later, I may be a top powerhouse, but now I am just a little strong.

There is no way around it, there are gains and losses, and people who want to take shortcuts will only reach their goal later than others – or die on the road.

Even so, I'm angry!

The anger urged the spiritual power, turning into a white and dazzling flame with a slight hint of golden light, swirling on the battle axe, turning into runes.

I don't know the words, but I can understand what they mean.

There are all kinds of words, but what is written is actually just one word.

Anger!

I keep seeing sacrifices, voluntary or involuntary, self-aware or unknowing.

But I don't have the ability to save them all.

I know, it's a matter of course.

But I'm angry!

Why is it necessary to shed the blood of those who have nothing to do with our selection and testing?

What a ridiculous truth!

Fight against the Red King Fallagni, me, Xana, and Marjunrin...... Even Liannancy, it is a matter of course that either of us will die. Murderers are always killed, we are all guys who bear human lives, and there is nothing unreasonable about dying in battle - but it was Yuji who died, the one who smiled and said, "I hope to be able to leave a trace......

It's ridiculous! He's already been killed once, won't you let him go!

The same is true on the island of the Great Sword.

If you want to do an experiment, it's good to kill each other with the Great Sword and the Awakened, why drag the entire Great Sword Island into a terrifying vortex for more than a hundred years?

That bastard Kowloon was the same, and he didn't care about pushing more than 300 innocent people to their deaths.

These bloodless and tearless guys!

If only I could be stronger......

Angry at the prolific nature of the bastards of this world and angry at my own powerlessness, I wielded the battle axe that had temporarily become an artifact and continued to advance through the ranks of enemy Heroic Spirits that had further increased in number, targeting the direction of Cú Chulainn and Achilles.

Kasuga said that there are many kinds of so-called "immortal bodies", and the invulnerability type of Achilles is actually that the body has divinity - although it is incomplete, even the thinnest divinity allows him to be immune to any "non-divine" attacks - even the highest treasures, even artifacts such as the obedient sword, which can open the world, are not gods after all.

Divinity and divine power are different, and among the heroic spirits, there are many people who have divine powers—for example, most of the Greek heroes are direct or indirect descendants of a certain god, and they have strong or weak divine powers, but the divinity can only be held by the heroic spirits who have a priesthood, and this priesthood is still actually functioning and belongs to him. Among the heroic spirits that appeared in this Holy Grail War, there are several who have had priesthood in history, but only "Hercules" has really maintained the priesthood until now. And even Hercules, as a heroic spirit, and as a god, there is an essential difference between him - so Hercules, who fought with us, could not break Achilles' immortal body.

In other words, to defeat Achilles, it is necessary for the "living gods" to take action - of course, shooting him in the heel is also a solution, but unfortunately he is very tightly defended against his vital points and cannot hit there at all.

If you want to say "the god of this world", there is really only one here......

Of course, if Haruhi showed her true skills, let alone one Achilles, a thousand Achilles would be wiped out in just a few hands, but because of some kind of restriction that I don't know, she can't use divine power without scruples.

Instead, Haruhi cuts herself with my axe.

"Since there is no way to start from the direction of 'God', then change the direction." She covered the wound, which was injured, but not a drop of blood came out, and said bitterly, "A weapon that can hurt me will be endowed with an extremely high level of 'god-killing' attribute - similar to the spear of Longinus, but the level is much higher than that - no matter how strong Achilles' body is, it will not be able to resist the 'god-killing 'god'." ”

"But you have to hurry, my wound will heal soon......"

I've got to work harder! Fight to get rid of all these damn bastards!

Cutting down several Heroic Spirits in quick succession, I took a few more steps in the direction of Achilles.

Damn it! Where did you get so many miscellaneous soldiers!

Could it be that the Einzberren family runs Valhalla? Is Valsoul Sale?

The tomahawk struck a dazzling golden light, blasting the surrounding crowd of pirates more like pirates than heroic spirits in a devastating manner, and I took advantage of the momentum and ran towards Achilles, who was already driving Cú Chulainn into a predicament.

"I'm Guennar—"

Although I don't know why this idiot went to battle with a harp, I didn't have time to listen to his nonsense, and with a single axe, he and his harp and the rest of the nagging were cut in half.

"I have a heart of steel—"

It's a rambling ghost again......

I don't know why, but for the next period of time, I kept encountering this kind of verbose ghost.

Killed one after another.

When I finally rushed to Achilles, I was able to block the spear that almost pierced his chest for Cúchulainn.

"Don't come unharmed?"

"Thanks to you, it will be a while before we return to Valhalla." Cú Chulainn, covered in blood, looked haggard, but not depressed, and still smiled happily, "It's only been half an hour, and you look a lot stronger." ”

Is it? I didn't feel like I was getting stronger......

"Although these heroic spirits have a bit of a problem with their origin, their strength is fine, and they can't stop you in groups—you are indeed an extraordinary warrior, much stronger than me, a dishonest fool!"

Yes? Are those Heroic Spirits powerful? I don't think it......

Although I had a little doubt in my heart, I didn't turn back in the heat of battle, but just yelled, swinging my axe and smashing it at Achilles.

The first blow, smashed his shield.

In the second blow, he slashed his spear.

The third blow interrupted his saber.

The son of the sea god, who has always been as solid as a rock, showed a surprised look.

"How is that possible!" He shouted in disbelief as my tomahawk struck him in the shoulder, nearly splitting his body in two.

Cú Chulainn's efforts were not in vain, and although Achilles was not injured by him, he was exhausted, so he was killed by me in just four moves.

With the death of Achilles, there was a commotion among the magicians in the distant enemy ranks.

They're scared.

When I brandished the tomahawk that had just killed Achilles and rushed at them with unstoppable footsteps, the magicians without blood and tears screamed in panic, and many even made the gesture of fleeing.

Will I let them escape?

Of course not!

When the third magician fell under the halberd, the "Winter Maiden", who had been silent and did not make a move, finally ripped off her camouflaged burqa.

Like a female magician of ice and snow, she wore a white dress that was colder than the ice, and countless symbols and words were drawn with gold thread and blood, and the magic that could be clearly seen with the naked eye flowed on the gown, gathering on the gorgeous crown on her head.

The Ice and Snow Maiden raised her left hand at the two Heroic Spirits who rushed towards them.

A pale wave of magic is coming.

Hum! Am I going to be blocked by the same moves?

How naïve!

Spiritual power, burst!

The glittering battle axe slashed through the waves of mana, and the squirt of spiritual power prevented them from coming together.

When the tomahawk appeared above her head, even the woman who had been cold as frost finally showed a look of fear.

Rumble!

A stone knife suddenly appeared to meet my axe, and although it was shattered with a single blow, it succeeded in knocking me back, and the powerful impact made my palm tingle.

The opponent with this kind of power will only be Hercules-

"Gone mad?" Hercules took out another stone axe out of nowhere, and looked at me a little puzzled, "Not only has the strength and speed increased greatly, but even the power of the weapon has increased a lot, this kind of madness is very rare......"

I keenly noticed that his right hand, holding the weapon, was stained with blood from the tiger's mouth.

Even Hercules, who fought hard with King Arthur, who had the power of the fire dragon, was not lightly injured-

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

The glittering golden tomahawk roared, slamming into the stone weapon again.

Rumble!

This time, it was Hercules who retreated!

Sure enough, his form dropped!

Although my strength can be greatly strengthened after the burst of spiritual power, it will never be strong enough to repel Hercules—unless he himself becomes weaker.

The ensuing fight confirmed my thoughts.

A few minutes later, Hercules was struck in the chest by a heavy axe.

Kill him?

Not yet!

Hercules, who was supposed to be dead, roared angrily and swung his fist.

I was a little slackened by the successful fatal blow, and I only had time to block the punch with my axe.

Unthinkable power!

No! It's not that Hercules has suddenly become stronger, but the power that has been attached to the axe, the power of "killing gods", has disappeared.

His poor state just now turned out to be because he was restrained by the "god-killing"!

It's a bit bad now......

"If I hadn't been able to resurrect twelve times, you'd have won by now." Hercules took out a super large wooden stick thicker than a human and armed himself, "I will die four times in a moment, you are indeed a difficult enemy. ”

"It's a pity that every time I am resurrected, I am immune to the attack that killed me last time!"

Airplanes!

The sticks tore through the air with a low roar.

A strong force from behind threw me into the air, far behind me.

While in the air, I saw Cú Chulainn leap equally high, leaping to greater heights than I could have imagined, looking down on Hercules from a place where he even surpassed the Mansion.

Just now, he was the one who saved me.

However, if he doesn't retreat quickly, what does he want to do?

"Piercing—"

His body was bent like a strong bow, and his bruised arms clutched the blue magic spear.

"Dead Blade Spear ----"

From the position of the handle of the gun, the space was shaken by an incredibly powerful force, and pieces shattered.

With that, Cú Chulainn's body was shattered.

It's like, a broken mirror.

The space shattered, everything around it shattered.

The only one that is intact is the blue magic spear.

The air was torn apart like water waves.

The space cracked like a mirror.

It was as if even time had stood still, and the magic spear moved silently.

Hercules swung his stick and tried to stop it.

But the magic spear that made the last journey pierced through the air like air, penetrating Hercules' defenses.

The target of the attack was not Hercules, but the magicians behind him.

Unleashing all the magic that was left so that he could no longer even maintain his existence, Cúchulainn aimed at the magicians of the Einzberen family.

It was the first time I had seen Cúchulainn throw a magic spear.

And the only time.

Under the power of the magic spear, everything was shattered.

The sky is falling apart.

——————

The protagonist finally makes a threat.

I've finally started reverting updates as well.

Good news, right? At least I think so.

In the past few days, I have experienced a low point in my life.

First get sick and have a fever for several days in a row; Then my grandmother died, and in addition to dealing with the funeral, I also had to deal with the troubles related to the inheritance.

Who's called the third generation and I'm a boy......

Sure enough, it's better to give birth to only one......

Cú Chulainn was finally done, as was the Winter Saintess Lizzlech Justika von Einzbelen.

Why are the Einzberen family able to foul again and again? Why were they able to summon so many Heroic Spirits?

We'll see that in the next chapter.