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

The teacher who had been waiting for the hero finally hugged him and finally closed his eyes with peace of mind.

He was eager to stand with the hero, but he appeared in front of him in a posture of losing all rationality.

"Roar-----"

Hercules roared and swung the axe and sword in his hand and slashed at the figure he was familiar with but had never been able to touch.

It's so sad...

Sidika swung towards Hercules as if she was holding a weapon capable of hitting Hercules with her right hand, and the crystals on her left wrist lit up one by one.

It's not easy to see it again, but has it become like this?

The axe and sword turned into faint particles of light from the tip of the sword. The axe and sword, which was enough to smash boulders, swept across the body of Siddija like a breeze. And cut down to Hercules' neck.

Obviously want to apologize to him...

"boom---"

Hercules' knees and elbows clamped the axe and sword like hydraulic clamps, and there was no rationality in his bloody eyes, only tyranny.

"Yoah--"

With his rock-like muscles bulging, Hercules roared and raised his other hand and patted Siddija's head.

The martial arts and power that once stood with him to face the world are now being used to take his life.

The black dragon scales hit Hercules' hand like a torrent, and Siddija raised his left hand and touched the heavy-forged Pandora behind him.

The blood-colored sword pierced through Hercules' body, and the splashing black mist blew Sidika's hair, Hercules' blood-colored eyes began to dim, and his strong and powerful arms slowly fell.

"Did you win!" Tohsaka Rin's eyes lit up in the distance.

"No, not yet!" El-Melloi II's eyes narrowed.

"Yoah--"

The dim red light ignited like a flame, and the magma-like radiance circulated in Hercules' muscles. The blood-colored sword that penetrated him was squeezed out by the muscles little by little, and the falling arms were clasped on top of his head. Hit with a hammer.

"boom----"

The black dragon scales gathered into a shield were shattered by Hercules' blow, and the hands that once held each other were now waving to take each other's lives.

"Resurrection? And the same weapon will be ineffective?" Sidgar's legs fell into the ground, and the right arm supported by dragon scales trembled to block Hercules' hands, "How many times do you have to live? Twelve times Right! Because you passed the twelve trials!"

Seemingly answering Sidgar, Hercules roared and kicked Sidgar in the stomach, and the dragon scales that splashed Sidgar blasted into the ground like a cannonball.

"Twelve times? Can the Noble Phantasm be ineffective? This is too rascal!" Tohsaka Rin shouted in disbelief, "Who can defeat him!"

"No, you can, in the same era, there is only one person who can do it," El-Melloi II closed his eyes, "It's really sad..."

"It's a pity..." Siddija stood up, and the giant sword in his hand was transformed into a long spear, "Although it is basically the same, it is a different Noble Phantasm, thirteen trials, thirteen Noble Phantasms, Herac Ruth, the one who can take your life... can only be me!"

"Roar---"

Hercules threw away the axe and sword in his hand, and rushed towards Siddija like a beast. The ground shattered under his running, the wind blew up the gravel, and a straight road leading to Siddija was forced by him ran out.

"Hercules! You must have something to say to me!"

Siddigar roared and rushed towards Hercules, and the silver spear turned into countless streamers under Siddija's swing and bombarded Hercules' body.

"There must be some reason! We will meet again after it is impossible to meet again, so..."

With spatters of flesh and mist, the spear went through Hercules' throat before his hands could reach Siddigar.

"Tell me..."

Siddija lowered his head, snow-white hair sliding down to block his eyes.

"Aren't you a hero? If you're a hero, ignore the damn impossibility."

"Roar-----"

The magma-like brilliance circulated again, and the stagnant hands slammed heavily on Sidika's head.

"boom----"

Sidika's head slumped heavily, and the ground sank, as if it had been hit hard, and the spear that could no longer penetrate Hercules' body was thrown up.

"I want to hear..."

Siddija's voice was as illusory and ethereal as a murmur.

"That's not it!"

The spear returned to the form of a box, split into two in mid-air, turned into two streams of light and fell into Siddija's hands.

Countless vines poured out from the ground and entangled in Hercules' hands. Even if it was strengthened with the power of blessing, the power to carry the world was not something that the vines could stop, but it was enough.

Hidega flew a knee and slammed into Hercules' chin, and Hercules' tall body collapsed under the pull of the vine.

"boom----"

Sidika raised her foot and stepped on Hercules' chest heavily, the blood-colored lines exuding a dazzling light.

"This is not what I want to hear! This voice without any reason and like a beast is not your voice!"

Siddigar roared and smashed Hercules' head with the weapon in his hand.