Capítulo 895: -884- The Warrior's Final Elegy
Just as Rozen was targeted by Cu Chulainn and the battlefield was completely dominated by the dragons, turning into a ravaged sea of fire, changes were also occurring on the remaining battlegrounds.
"Roar!"
Heracles roared with fierce eyes, witnessing the dragons rampaging across the battlefield. The entire area was bombarded by numerous wyverns, and even the Argo was being chased by several dragons. Heracles immediately turned his head, preparing to go for the rescue.
Even though he had lost almost all his sanity due to "Mad Enhancement," Heracles, as Greece's most renowned hero, still retained some rationality. Even in this instinctive existence, the great hero knew what he should do most at the moment.
Although the only thing Heracles could do now was fight, when it came to combat, there was nothing more suitable than this nearly invincible berserker.
Unfortunately, some people wouldn't stand idly by and watch Heracles leave.
"Haa!"
"Ha!"
A golden spearman and a black spearman simultaneously broke through the sea of fire. Like two streaks of light carrying a whistling wind, they advanced toward Heracles. Their spears shot out like venomous snakes, aiming for Heracles.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
With two crisp clashes, the two famous spears from mythology, striking Heracles, only produced dazzling sparks before being repelled.
"Roar!"
Heracles immediately roared in anger, swinging his axe-sword in a full circle.
"Boom!"
Amidst the explosion, the axe-sword's sweep created a dreadful whirlwind, sending Fionn and Diarmuid flying.
"Ugh...!"
"Gu...!"
Fionn and Diarmuid, like being hit by a shockwave, tumbled in the air and stabilized their figures after a while, landing on the ground unevenly.
"Ha...ha...ha..."
As soon as the two spearmen landed, their breathing became erratic. One staggered with a long spear, the other knelt on one knee, and their magical energy became extremely weak.
Upon closer inspection, unlike their confident appearance at the beginning of the battle, these two spear wielders were now covered in injuries, severely overdrawn.
"Roar!"
In contrast, Heracles not only suffered no damage but became more and more formidable. His roaring became increasingly awe-inspiring.
At a glance, one could see who held the absolute upper hand in this battle.
Facing the captain and the first seat of the "Fianna Knight Order," Heracles single-handedly suppressed both. His ferocious and terrifying attacks were a constant threat to both, and as the battle progressed, it turned into this situation, which was only natural.
In a typical Holy Grail War, if summoned, Heracles might be able to sweep through the other six servants on his own. Now, facing only two opponents, it was not difficult for him to suppress them.
Thinking carefully, this was the expected outcome.
Heracles' Noble Phantasm, the "Twelve Labors," was nearly an insurmountable existence. Not only could he withstand attacks below B-rank, but he could also increase his defensive and immune capabilities against that type of damage through continuous attacks.
He even had a total of eleven chances to resurrect, needing to be defeated twelve times to achieve true victory. In the face of such a force, who could guarantee a stable victory?
Previously, Diarmuid's cursed spear did manage to break through Heracles' defense once, severely injuring him and leaving a curse, making it almost impossible for Heracles to regenerate.
However, after enduring that attack, Heracles developed resistance to Diarmuid's cursed spear. Now, it was impossible for that cursed spear to harm Heracles again.
In this situation, Fionn and Diarmuid couldn't inflict any damage on Heracles. Meanwhile, Heracles' brutal and fearsome attacks were a constant threat to both of them. As the battle progressed, it inevitably led to the current situation where Heracles dominated.
To defeat Heracles in this state, one would need either an extraordinary Noble Phantasm capable of killing him twelve times in one go or twelve different means above B-rank to deplete his revival chances. Otherwise, it was impossible to defeat him.
This was the terrifying aspect of the hero named Heracles. Even compared to legendary heroes like Karna and Scáthach among the Servants, defeating Heracles was challenging.
Therefore, with the current strength of Fionn and Diarmuid, it was impossible to win against Heracles.
"It's really a headache," Fionn said, calming his breath while expressing helplessness. "I thought the two of us might have some chance, but who would have expected this outcome? Truly worthy of being the unparalleled hero of Greece."
"I'm truly sorry, my lord," Diarmuid, seeming to sense the inevitable conclusion, spoke in a low voice. "As the first seat of the Fianna Knight Order, teaming up with my lord, we've fallen into such a embarrassing situation. We couldn't even defeat a single hero. It's truly unworthy of the title of the first seat."
"You can't blame yourself, Diarmuid," Fionn shook his head, smiling wryly. "Facing such a monster is unavoidable. Fallen gods are much easier to deal with than him. At least, you can kill the latter; this one is impossible to kill no matter what."
"My lord..." Diarmuid weakly gripped the magic spear in his hand.
Watching Diarmuid in this state, Fionn revealed a carefree smile.
"I know, Diarmuid, deep down, you still harbor resentment towards me," Fionn said as if he could see into Diarmuid's heart. "But you chose to let go of that resentment, to follow the path of being a hero of the Fianna Knight Order, and to continue to regard me as your lord. Your loyalty, your forgiveness, for me, it's a form of redemption."
"My lord..." Diarmuid was momentarily stunned.
Soon, this warrior finally eased his expression and showed a smile.
"Unfortunately, this wish cannot be fulfilled," Diarmuid said.
"No choice, a battle without justice should end like this. And it's not bad," Fionn accepted the outcome very straightforwardly, then stood up, giving Diarmuid a final smile. "Let's fight together until the end, my first seat."
Faced with Fionn's words, what other answer could Diarmuid give?
"Yes!"
With a strong and resounding voice, Diarmuid made his final reply.
The two spearmen stood up unsteadily from the ground, once again facing Heracles.
"Roar!"
As if sensing the determination of the two, Heracles responded positively and charged forward like a storm.
Fionn and Diarmuid also roared and charged.
"⟨Mac an Luin⟩!"
"⟨Gáe Dearg⟩!"
Rippling water currents and red flashes erupted simultaneously, meeting Heracles head-on.
"Boom!"
The outcome was revealed in this thunderous explosion.
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