I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

The ripples like a Wanhua mirror cover all around with El-Melloi II as the center.

"This is the end!"

"boom----"

At the moment of entering the different space, the huge stone pillar slammed out like a cannonball and smashed into the serious-faced El-Melloi II.

Coincidentally, the corners of El-Melloi II's mouth twitched.

Do you Servants like blocking doors so much!

"Master!" Gray dodged in front of El-Melloi II, "Yade, the first limited deployment!"

Accompanied by a cold light, the stone pillar was divided in two and smashed through the green belt not far away.

"Crack--"

The tall figure slowly stood up from the darkness, and the blood-red eyes made people shudder like a ghost.

That is Berserker, the hero of the past after being bound by madness, all rationality has disappeared, and only the instinct like a beast is left.

"That's... what..." Tohsaka Rin stared blankly at the tall figure holding a huge blade like a battle axe.

The muscles like mountain peaks moved rhythmically, and the huge bare soles smashed the ground with ease.

If I can describe it in one sentence.

That is not an opponent that man can match.

"It is you……"

With a soft whisper, one person walked slowly towards Berserker, skipping everyone.

When people are overwhelmed with unmatched desperation, heroes always step out of the crowd and stand in front of everyone.

He should have brought a very reassuring feeling.

but now……

"Mr. Siddigar?" Grey looked at Siddija's back with some hesitation.

He is angry.

"This reaction..." El-Melloi II's eyes narrowed fiercely.

The Siddija praised in the fairy tale is perfect, he has all the virtues of human beings, he will never be contaminated with the evils of human beings, and the seven original sins inscribed in the human soul can never affect him.

But even the praise of myths leaves room, and people who have infinite reverie of pure white heroes acquiesce in one thing.

In the face of that person, who is at the same time the great hero of Greece, the gentle pure white hero will be angry.

Now Hidega's reaction verifies this.

"Go back! This is not a battle we can participate in!" El-Melloi II raised his hand and waved defensive magic circles in front of them.

"Roar----"

Berserker opened his arms and roared towards the sky as if he had been stimulated by something.

"Are you angry? I'm really angry," Siddija smashed the [Heavy Forged Pandora] on the ground, and the extremely dazzling blood-colored lines spread on his arms.

"It was the teacher you killed who became that way!"

"Hercules!"

Chapter 27 For a sentence beyond the myth!

Who is stronger, Siddija or Hercules?

Whether it is the people who lived in the same era as them or the people of later generations, the debate on this matter has never stopped.

There should be no difference between them and the centaur sages who came from Greece, but there should be no difference in martial arts, but the gentle nature of Sidika should not be as decisive as Hercules.

They also challenged the impossible. The difference was that Hercules passively challenged trials, while Siddija actively collected blessings for himself.

But in mythology they never had a battle, not even a small competition.

But they are destined to fight.

Hercules made the teacher fall into a situation where life is worse than death, while Sidika was secretly stuffed with immortality by the teacher.

In the end, both of them were caused by the death of the teacher.

They are all sensible heroes, but so-called heroes... The body always moves faster than the mind.

Putting everything aside, just as students who love their teachers, they will definitely fight!

Guilt, unwillingness, or anger, men should solve everything in a man's way.

But unfortunately, they never had a fight.

When the pure white hero Sidika embarked on the journey, the great hero Hercules exiled himself because of guilt. When Sidika fell into the hell of Tartarus, Hercules realized it, but it was forever too late step.

He never saw the pure white figure again until the moment when Hercules died.

When the pure white hero came back, although things were already different, but...

The huntress, who loves the hero, finally offers a belated kiss.