"Bastard, who the hell are you!?"

Hercules burst out of the ground, a dangerous energy wrapped around his hands—a hand that grabbed Hercules' hands.

Rumble!

In addition to his size, Hercules is actually just an ordinary person, and the reason why he is so strong is because of the artifact in his body - the ability to blast the object of attack at the same time.

"Hmph"

With a successful blow, Hercules smiled smugly. But it didn't take long for his smile to freeze.

Hercules didn't even change his expression, the explosion just now didn't hurt him at all, except for the sound and smoke.

Sensing that the thick arm he had grabbed was not damaged, Hercules hurriedly pulled away. But it was too late, and as soon as he let go of his hands, he was grabbed by Hercules.

"Reflexes, speed, strength, technique, I can't see it in you, what else do you have besides the artifact?" Hercules brought the five heads to Hercules and said, the two of them were so close that they almost pressed their heads.

"I still have this!"

Hercules slammed a headbutt into Hercules, leaned back after finding that it had no effect, and a knee suddenly appeared on Hercules' vision.

Rumble!

Another explosion, Hercules took advantage of the impact to get out, but when he saw Hercules pressing his neck in the smoke, he couldn't help but curse: "What monster!?" ”

"It's really not like that, how are you doing there?"

Hercules looked to Joan of Arc.

“”

Click!

After cutting off the opponent's holy sword again, and forcing the cheap descendant back, Heroic Joan of Arc looked at Hercules speechlessly, as if to say, "As you see."

"Heh, it's the same with you. I really don't understand, why do you call it that? ”

That last sentence was, of course, addressed to Hercules.

"Bastard"

Hercules was so angry that his teeth were itching. I'm going to rush up and fight to the death.

At this moment, Georg, who had not moved, pushed his glasses and asked meaningfully, "So, then are you qualified to call this name?" ”

"So who is it? Are they the children of heroes like us? Joan of Arc asked.

After all, it's been a long time since their ancestors' time, and it's not surprising that anything happened. Whoever has children and grandchildren will have long since branched out. It's not surprising that there are people you don't know.

Offspring?

Joan of Arc and Hercules laughed as if they looked at each other.

"We're just Heroic Spirits." Joan of Arc said flatly.

Heroic Spirits?

Doubts appeared on everyone's faces, this word was not unheard of, but it was in line with these two people

"You are Odin's people?" Georg asked, sharp-eyed.

There is a Valhalla on Odin's side, which is the temple where Odin receives the spirits of the dead in Norse mythology. Inside is the Nordic Valkyrie in charge, Valhalla is the brave warriors selected on the battlefield on earth.

But it's just heroic and good at fighting, and it's impossible to say that Valhalla can receive heroes such as Joan of Arc and Hercules. No matter how long Valkyrie's hand is, it is impossible to reach out to the territory of other forces.

"Don't overthink it. We are nothing but heroic souls, or heroic spirits for short. That is, we do not belong to any of the powers of this world. And I am who I am. Hercules is Hercules. Hercules pointed to himself.

"Heroic Spirit" Georg chewed the word in his mouth for a while, and suddenly his face changed: "Are you me?"

Hearing this, everyone was taken aback. The hero himself? Don't look at the jokes, they have been dead for a long time! If the soul is not dissipated, it will be reincarnated long ago, and even Hades, who claims to be in charge of death, will not let them appear again.

Hercules and Joan of Arc were even more embarrassed. The face turned pale.

Turning his head with difficulty, Hercules yelled, "Georg." What are you kidding! Joke with my ancestors, huh!? ”

"I'm just checking what the other person means." Georg replied with an interfering smile, although he didn't want to believe it, but the strange way of appearing and the powerful power made his heart beat rapidly.

"Bluff~~" Hercules glared angrily: "I dare to pretend to be my ancestor, and I will never spare you." I will never spare you!! ”

Hercules is almost insane, and his proud ancestors are on the opposite side of him, fighting himself and blaming him for his actions? The thought of this almost stopped his heart.

I don't want to admit it, I don't want to admit it, and I can't admit it!

Hercules roared and rushed at Hercules, blasting his fists at Hercules.

"Good time!"

Hercules roared and swung his fist at him.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Each of Hercules' punches met Hercules' punches accurately. There was an earth-shattering sound. In addition to the fist confrontation between the two, there is also the explosive power from the Hercules artifact.

However, the force of the explosion could not hurt Hercules at all, and at most gave him the feeling of firecrackers. Instead, it was Hercules, and the power of the explosion was pushed back by Hercules, plus the power of Hercules' fist. After a while, Hercules' arms were weak and bloody.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, Hercules' fist sank into Hercules' chest, smashing him against the opposite wall.

"Poof!"

Hercules spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained pieces of flesh and stuff. The fist print on his chest was dented to tell others that the punch was not as simple as vomiting blood.

"Hercules!?"

The heroic Joan of Arc wants to pass, but he has to be afraid of the Heroic Joan of Arc. Because she cared about the authenticity of Joan of Arc, she did not fight with it.

Georg was worried, but instead he turned to Lias and the others, who were also eyeing him. Hercules vs. Hercules, Hercules vs. Hercules, and Joan of Arc vs. Joan of Arc, if he makes a move, I'm afraid Lias and others will also do it, although Hercules had previously instructed them not to interfere. What's more. Several battles had taken place between lightning and flint, and even if he wanted to, it would be difficult, let alone that sure.

However, Hercules was defeated, and he couldn't get it.

With Georg as the center, the mist of the aura shrouded him. At the same time, the fog seemed to be consciously enveloping Hercules, and after a while, everyone only saw a cloud of fog enveloping the two of them, and they could not see the situation inside.

"Your strength is strong, but in my mist, no matter how strong your strength is, it is useless!"

Georg's voice came from the fog.

"Really?"

The fog also came from Hercules' calm voice, and then with a "boom", the fog appeared as if it had been cut open by something, and a crack appeared through the front and back, and the fog that was divided into two halves was suddenly blown away by the strong air current.

Georg looked shocked, and a trace of blood flowed from his forehead. Suddenly. The glasses snapped and snapped, and the break was neatly split in half.

"My fog was broken so easily"

And—

Georg gritted his teeth and looked at Hercules with a gloomy face.

The power control is so perfect, just now I almost thought I was split in half, but I didn't expect it to be just a scratch skin, I thought it was a power-type opponent, but the control of power is also so handy

Georg's face was cloudy, and although he didn't want to admit it, he had already lost.

But—

Suddenly. Georg had a smug smile on his face.

Poof!

Time seemed to stop, and the world was frozen in that situation - Hercules' heart was pierced by a gun.

"That's—the Holy Spear of Dusk!"

Lias and the others trembled. This meant that the most troublesome enemy had arrived, and Hercules, a powerful reinforcement, had been killed by him - in that instant. Although it seems that he is cooperating with Georg in a sneak attack, there is no doubt that he is strong, and now is the time when the enemy is strong and I am weak.

"Georg, Hercules, the enemy seems to be so strong, even you are so wolfy." Cao Cao drew his bloody gun. Jump back to Georg.

Georg habitually pushed his glasses, but found that the glasses had fallen off, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Hercules came out of the ruins and came to Cao Cao's side and complained, "Cao Cao, this guy is my enemy!" ”

"I know. I was there just now. But the enemy is not something you can deal with, is it? ”

Georg and Hercules were speechless, and what Cao Cao said was indeed the truth.

"Hehe, your companion has been killed." Heroic Joan of Arc smirked at Heroic Joan of Arc.

"Really?" Joan of Arc glanced at Hercules, who was standing on the ground, and smiled dumbly, "If only he were an opponent who could be killed so easily." ”

"What did you say!?"

Ying Lingzhen's words alarmed Cao Cao and others.

"Hmph, what are you talking about, being pierced through the heart by the Dusk Holy Spear, it is impossible to be alive!" Hercules exclaimed.

For some reason, he was the last person who wanted to see Hercules alive, and even he didn't understand.

Suddenly, Hercules moved.

"Impossible!" Hercules' face changed abruptly.

"Heh, it's so far from killing me."

Hercules' wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and apart from the previous bloodstain, it was soon no longer apparent that he had been wounded.

"If you want to kill me, you have to kill me at least eleven more times!"

"Impossible! Do you have twelve lives? Cao Cao's face changed, the enemy in front of him was not so easy to kill.

"It's impossible to be able to cancel out eleven nirvana attacks, resurrections, I've never heard of such an artifact." Georg analyzed.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, because it's a treasure." Joan of Arc explained.

"Treasure!?"

The crowd exclaimed, they had never heard of the term.

"Yes, yes. Aren't we heroic spirits, the so-called heroic spirits are the beings whose great deeds have been left as legends after death, and have become the objects of faith. As the saying goes, if life does not bring about death, we will not have anything in ourselves. However, the hero is known. That's because it's so famous. Those beliefs have gathered in us, and according to our previous deeds, famous weapons, we have been given treasures. And I, Hercules, should be known for his most famous deeds—the Twelve Trials. This is my precious Phantasm, the twelve impossible tasks that have given me a powerful body. ”

Hercules' kind explanation was almost zero and the crowd was left cold. Especially the heroic faction. At this pace, the fact that Hercules is the real thing is getting more and more real!

The heroes Joan of Arc and Hercules were silent, almost forgetting to breathe, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

"Heroic spirits, that is, are the undead standing in front of us?" Cao Cao said as he tapped his shoulder with the barrel of his gun.

"No, we are in the special case of accepting faith and being transformed into heroic spirits, neither dead nor alive. To be precise, we are part of the world, just a natural phenomenon. Hercules explained.

"The heroes of the past of natural phenomena stand before us. Is this a natural phenomenon? Cao Cao looked at Hercules and Joan of Arc seemingly lazily, but his eyes were so sharp that they seemed to pierce the two of them.

Hearing this, Hercules was stunned for a moment, and then laughed heartily: "Hahaha, that's right." But by category, we are indeed part of the world, and we would not have been able to appear to you. But because we are part of the world, we can all see what is happening in this world."

Speaking of which. Hercules put away his smile and looked at Hercules with a grim expression. Looking at the bus again: "Seeing this situation, Joan of Arc and I can't look any further." So ask the world itself so that we can manifest. ”

Hercules' actions and words made Hercules and the heroic Joan of Arc bulge in their hearts, and they swallowed their saliva with a grunt, but their mouths still felt dry.

"But unless we encounter the crisis of the collapse of the world, the inhibition of the world makes us manifest. We can't be in this world anyway. So we have to be summoned in the form of guò" Joan of Arc looked at them: "Even so, it is not our ontology that is standing here, it is just a doppelganger, and there is still a little gap between the strength and the ontology. ”

Isn't the ontology so strong?

Everyone felt that their heads were a little unturned, whether it was the identity or strength of the Heroic Spirit. It's all something they can't understand.

But one thing is clear to Cang Na and Shirou that they are glad to be able to summon the Heroic Spirits (albeit passively) and are grateful for their help. With two major aids, they will be able to protect the children.

“”

Cao Cao glanced at Hercules and the heroic Joan of Arc, although they looked unbelieving, they were no longer suitable for battle—it could be seen just now that they were not the opponents of the two heroic spirits.

"Well, if you two are really going to let me test it!"

As soon as the words fell, Cao Cao's figure disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Poop!

Cao Cao appeared in front of Hercules, but he looked at the head of the spear in disbelief - it was falling on Hercules's heart, but not even a layer of skin was broken.

How is this possible!?

Cao Cao stabbed dozens of shots in a row, and the guns fell on Hercules, and Hercules did not dodge. But apart from the sound of "dang dang dang", Hercules didn't shake it for a moment.

"I forgot what I said—" Hercules grabbed the barrel of the spear, "There is another function of the Twelve Trials, which is to 'make an attack once useless the second time'. No matter how powerful an artifact is to defeat me, your artifact will be neutralized when I resurrect again. ”

"It can't be! This is the strongest Divine Exterminator Twilight Holy Spear! Cao Cao shouted.

"Haha, that's funny. That artifact of yours was created by the God of the Bible. But my treasure is not created by anyone, but one of the manifestations of the power of the world. Do you think that God is powerful or the world is powerful? ”

"Goo-that's the case, Bahui!"

Guns, the true holy spear that runs through the gods. Absorb the ideals of the overlord that sleep in my body, and dig up the gap between blessing and ruin. Thou, tell the will, turn into brilliance—

Cao Cao unleashed the true power of the Dusk Holy Spear, and the front end of the Holy Spear opened, emitting a great brilliance there.

"Suffer death! The undead! ”

The light drowned Hercules, and the hearts of both friends and foes rose to their throats, both expecting and nervously awaiting the outcome - yes, even Hercules was expecting, both as their heroic descendants and in their position as the Scourge of Evil.

The light gradually dissipated, and what appeared in front of everyone was Cao Cao, who was pale, and Hercules, who was ready to attack.

Boom!

Hercules grabbed the holy spear and knocked Cao Cao away with a single punch.

The Holy Lance of Dusk fell into the hands of Hercules.

"Cao Cao!"

The three heroes came to Cao Cao's side with concern and helped him up.

"Woo, the twelve trials can even neutralize the strongest god extinguishing tools, should we say that they are worthy of being heroes for centuries?"

With Cao Cao's words, Hercules and the heroic Joan of Arc turned pale, and even Georg looked sad.

At this point, Hercules has proven what he said with his strength - is there anyone else but the legendary hero who possesses such great power and unpredictable treasures?

But this also means that they who aspire to be heroes not only failed to become heroes and spread the name of heroes all over the world, but also stood on the opposite side of heroes? Even, their ancestors took action personally, which was undoubtedly a huge blow to them. (To be continued......)