Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 944 - : The Clash of Myths, Part One

Complaints were complaints, and worrying was worrying.

The event had already taken place, and Shinji wasn't overly concerned. No matter what, since the enemy had come knocking, focusing on confronting them was the top priority; everything else could wait until later.

Scathach clearly understood this, no—she didn't just understand it well, she understood it too well. She often became so absorbed in battle that she forgot about everything around her. Shinji had Sakura protect the injured and retreat, and he didn't join the fray immediately either. He was afraid that Scathach might lose herself in the fight, potentially causing unintended harm.

As it turned out, Shinji's worries were justified. Scathach had indeed lost herself in battle—if he intervened now, she might mistake him for an enemy and attack him as well.

The brief ten-minute spar with Shinji earlier had already ignited her fighting spirit. The subsequent appearance of Gilgamesh only fueled her desire for combat even further. While the berserk Heracles wasn't exactly the opponent she had hoped for, his sheer ferocity and strength still drove Scathach into a state of battle frenzy.

Her two crimson spears flashed like bolts of lightning, raining down at a speed the naked eye could barely follow. Even Heracles, whose very body had become armor, struggled to ward off the relentless assault. Before long, wounds began to blossom across his massive frame like flowers of blood.

At first, Heracles still relied on instinct to defend himself, but as the injuries piled up, the hero known for his unparalleled physical might abandoned defense altogether, allowing the spears to cut into him as he focused solely on attacking—truly living up to the name of a berserker.

This reckless fighting style was something Scathach had anticipated. As a Lancer, her class naturally boasted unparalleled speed, and Scathach had refined this advantage to its ultimate form.

She moved with incredible precision—sometimes advancing, retreating, stepping left, stepping right, leaping into the air, or bending low. Heracles' whirlwind of axe and sword never came close to touching her, not even once. And what was more impressive was that she performed all of these maneuvers within an extremely confined space. At her furthest, the tip of her spear never strayed more than a meter from Heracles. From a distance, it appeared as though a black shadow, wreathed in two streaks of crimson lightning, danced amidst the storm of attacks.

This was a combat style far more refined and dangerous than Artoria's.

While it was true that there was an inherent advantage due to the nature of their respective abilities, much of the fight reflected Scathach's style, honed over a thousand years. Because of this, she had forged her martial prowess to its utmost limits—reaching a realm where even gods could be slain.

One side was continuously injured, while the other remained unscathed. The outcome of this battle between shadow and storm had long been determined.

As the injuries accumulated, one of the crimson streaks swept past the giant's knee, and the once unshakable titan finally lost his balance, staggering to one side.

"■■■■■■■■——!"

The whirlwind of the sword was forced to sweep horizontally, but Scathach easily spun around, tapping the flat of Heracles' sword with one spear to propel herself into the air, while the other spear, infused with all her strength, pierced straight into the giant's heart.

"It's over."

The magic power wrapped around her twin spears gradually dissipated, and the burning bloodlust slowly subsided.

The Queen of the Land of Shadows twisted her wrist, and the barbed tip of her spear churned in the giant's heart a few more times before she withdrew it, flinging a spray of bright red blood into the air.

"Next time, if there's a chance, show me the skill you used to defeat the Sun God."

"Don't let your guard down, Shishou. It's far from over—the battle has only just begun."

Shinji, who had been prepared for this, spoke up in warning. Others might not know about Heracles' Noble Phantasm, but how could he not?

Scathach, who had been ready to turn away, let out a soft "Hmm?" Her eyes, brimming with the wisdom of the Otherworld, quickly scanned Heracles' body, which, despite being dead, had not yet fallen apart. She immediately spotted something amiss.

When a Servant suffers a fatal blow, the container provided by the Greater Grail begins to collapse, and their spiritual essence dissipates. Even skills like Battle Continuation can only delay this process, not prevent it.

But Heracles' body wasn't disintegrating. Not only that, but the wounds on his body were visibly healing, even the heart that had been pierced by her spear.

"I struck through his heart, and he was indeed lifeless. But now... resurrection? Time reversal? Ah, I understand—endurance. In legend, Heracles overcame the trials of the Twelve Labors, eventually ascending to godhood. His endurance is the utmost limit of what a human can bear."

As she spoke, the wounds on Heracles' body had fully healed, and the fatal injury on his chest had shrunk to a hole no larger than a thumbprint. His once dim eyes flared to life again, the frenzy and rage within them undiminished.

"Hahaha, excellent. This is what makes it fun."

Seeing this, Scathach laughed aloud. The magic power she had just withdrawn flared up once more, and her burning fighting spirit reignited, even more intense than before.

"I've seen many heroes who stood tall even after being cleaved or burned, but I never thought I'd meet one who could truly come back from the dead."

"■■■■■■■■——!"

With a bellow, Heracles' final wound healed completely, and he once again unleashed a whirlwind of sword.

Scathach raised her twin spears, responding with a solemn stance.

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"I am Scathach, Queen of the Land of Shadows, the one who slays gods. Let's see how many times you can resurrect, and how many times you can endure my magic spears!"

The spear tips flashed, unleashing a barrage of four consecutive strikes at point-blank range, each aimed at a vital point.

This time, however, Scathach's spears did not pierce Heracles' vitals as they had before. It wasn't that Heracles had dodged—his fighting style remained unchanged. He neither evaded nor defended, allowing his body to take the full brunt of her attacks.

Yet, the wounds left behind were unexpectedly shallow. Though rapid strikes naturally sacrificed some power, they shouldn't have merely grazed the surface.

Scathach's crimson eyebrows furrowed as she sensed something wrong. She ducked under Heracles' counterattack, carving another wound into his body, but it was just as shallow.

"I see. He's adapting to the pain. Once he's endured it, his tolerance increases the next time. Indeed, endurance is just that—it's the unknown that brings the greatest suffering. So, how about this?"

Her thumb rubbed against the shaft of her spear, and in the next moment, flames cloaked the weapon's surface—Primordial Rune: Feihu!

As expected from the legendary queen who transcended humanity and slew gods, Scathach didn't need Shinji's explanation. She had already seen through the essence of the situation and found the best tactic to handle it.

The flaming spears danced forward, like two serpents of fire.