Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 594: Can’t Tolerate a Grain of Sand in My Eyes

[Twelve Labors (King’s Order)]

This Noble Phantasm is sublimated according to the legend of the Twelve Labors, its specific ability is to allow Alcides to materialize the events of the Twelve Labors into actual power.

For example, Heracles ventured into the underworld alone.

It originated from the last task of his Twelve Labors in his lifetime, the evil dog guarding the underworld that he snatched, the divine beast of Hades, the King of the Underworld.

This is the reason why Alcides can summon the hellhound.

This Noble Phantasm can also be used normally.

Alcides is wearing the pelt of the Nemean Lion, which can deny human reason and reject all tools from human civilization.

Tools made by humans cannot destroy it.

This is also one of the abilities of the Twelve Labors.

So far, Alcides has used four of the Twelve Labors in the battle of the Great Canyon and now.

They are - Cerberus, Pelt of the Divine Beast, War God’s Military Sash, and Stymphalian Bird.

At this moment, Alcides only used a part of it.

He still has eight abilities left.

"It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to answer, don’t get in the way."

The police officers were shocked by the power of Alcides’ arrow.

The next second, he nocked another arrow on his longbow.

The target was the center of the Central Hospital.

As long as the supporting pillars of the building are all broken, it would be easy to make it collapse.

Now, the police officers are not answering his questions.

Naturally, there is no need to hold back any longer.

"Guhahahahahaha... Huhahahahaha!"

A loud laughter echoed through the street.

Appearing here were not only the police officers and Alcides, but also that proud King of Gold.

He appeared in the most conspicuous place, as if a master entering his garden.

"I was wondering what rare sight had appeared that I came to see, but I didn’t expect it to be such a pleasing thing. Clown, have you now been reduced to being accompanied by beasts?"

"Have you come, mighty king."

Alcides grinned.

He turned to aim his arrow at Gilgamesh, not caring about Gilgamesh’s provocation at all.

Just as he was about to activate a new Twelve Labors, another person broke into the battle -

Richard the Lionheart appeared on the battlefield!

Everything that was happening at this moment was like a dream.

As if being in the hell of the gods.

"As long as the Master doesn’t appear here, then there shouldn’t be any problems... The late king instructed that those few guys can’t be allowed to break into the hospital and mess around, the rest is all up to me to play...

Okay, let’s get motivated!

Since the great late king has ordered me, then even if I bet on the name of Richard the Lionheart, my knighthood, I will never let these heroes cross the line!"

Richard showed an excited smile.

To be able to represent Britain once again was already a very happy thing.

But, the surprises were far more than that.

This time, he was fighting alongside King Moran, whom he had only heard of in legends, and to whom the people and ancestors had offered countless worship and longing, and who had created his great country.

What an honor this is. What luck this is.

Richard believed that he was the luckiest Briton.

Since the day he met Moran, he had been offering gratitude to the beautiful world almost every minute and every second.

"...But speaking of which, the late king seems to have summoned a hellhound to protect the Master as well.

I remember in the legend, the late king did bring back the Golden Fleece from Greece... Could it be that the late king left behind some legends in Greece?"

Richard’s mind was not stupid. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

He was a king who had ruled Britain for more than a decade.

Whether it was his political acumen or the remarkable achievements on the battlefield, everything proved that Richard couldn’t possibly be an idiot.

"Hmm? What’s that...?"

Richard had intended to help the police officers.

However, as soon as he appeared on the street, he heard loud laughter, so resonant that it was impossible to ignore.

Richard subconsciously glanced in the direction of the sound—

The King of Heroes, Gilgamesh.

The Heroic Spirit, clad in golden armor, stood with his arms crossed, looking down on the Avengers and police officers on the street with a kingly air.

He was standing on the church’s clock tower.

The intense aura he exuded was as if announcing his arrival to everyone.

His arrogance and hubris were beyond words.

He showed no fear of becoming someone else’s target.

When Richard saw him, Gilgamesh didn’t look at Heracles, who was aiming an arrow at him.

Instead, he turned his gaze towards Richard on the ground.

"Know your place, mongrel. Who allowed you to gaze upon my form?"

Gilgamesh looked displeased.

Richard’s subconscious act of looking up was enough to elicit such an attitude from this arrogant Heroic Spirit.

The moment their eyes met,

Richard knew that the other was an existence far above him.

If he were still the Richard who had the blessings of Britain, he might have been able to fight Gilgamesh.

But, as a Heroic Spirit,

he had lost most of the buffs from being the King of the Island.

His cells were screaming at him to retreat; it was obvious how formidable his opponent was.

Even Richard’s ghostly companion

was warning him.

However, Richard himself wore a bright smile, his eyes shining as he gazed at the King of Gold:

"My heart allowed it. Clearly, you are a remarkable hero worthy of admiration. There are very few in this world who are worthy of respect just by standing here. I thank you for allowing me, in my position, to stand here today.

No wonder the late king specifically reminded me that your personality is such that you cannot tolerate a grain of sand in your city."

"Mongrel, do you think you can evaluate me with your eyes? And that wild king of yours, whoever he is, is at best..."

Suddenly, Gilgamesh paused.

Recalling Richard’s words, a memory surfaced in his mind—

"Gil, you are truly extravagant. Whether outside or within the city of Uruk, you cannot tolerate a grain of sand in your eyes."

"Of course. I am the king, the one who measures the value of mankind. I will judge all humans in the world based on my values. It would be laughable if the scales of judgment themselves were tainted by sand."

"...That’s why I say it’s your greatest strength, but also your greatest weakness. Take my word for it, or you’ll suffer for it later."