Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 604: I Will Kill You

His heart was still in a state of being churned into fragments, the cuts on his arms and legs were still gaping open, and the wound in his abdomen was not only bleeding, but his colorful intestines were also spilling out.

Without a doubt, these were fatal injuries.

"..."

Alcides’ gaze, fixed on Noel, gradually lost its light, and the flame of life was extinguished.

However, Alcides’ side was also unusual.

Before Noel could understand the situation,

Alcides, who had been emitting an aura of death, erupted with heat, his dark skin steaming like a red-hot iron, and the aura of death was completely dispelled.

Whether it was his shattered heart,

Or the terrible injuries all over his body,

All of them were completely healed, no, it looked more like a resurrection!

"What... is... going on...?"

"...Are we dreaming?"

"Even at this point... they can still fight, this is no longer a realm we can step into..."

The police officers were completely dumbfounded.

Due to Noel’s dreamlike and bizarre abilities, coupled with Alcides’ resurrection,

They could no longer distinguish what was reality.

Shouldn’t reality be that if a person is pierced through the heart or has their head twisted off, they should die?

Why were they still alive?

Even as magi, the police officers’ thoughts were gradually falling into chaos.

"I didn’t expect to waste a life here..."

Alcides muttered emotionlessly.

He was never in such a disarray when dealing with Gilgamesh or Hippolyta.

Indeed, what allowed this Avenger to survive,

was not any other ability,

but the ability of the Archer-class Heracles, the [Twelve Labors (God Hand)], which holds the same status as the [Twelve Labors].

This Noble Phantasm grants both "divine blessing" and "curse" to Alcides.

It is a Noble Phantasm that does not possess a weapon or armor-like form; if one had to express it, it would be that the body is equal to the Noble Phantasm.

In addition, this Noble Phantasm also has the effect of automatically reviving the body after death, and because this revival stores eleven times the amount, Alcides will not be destroyed unless he is killed twelve times.

"Why, were you able to break free from that dream?"

Noel asked.

This is one of the questions she couldn’t understand.

Alcides was so immersed in the dream, and those pains couldn’t be faked.

"...It’s just that I have more important things to do.

Before such a major event as avenging the tyrants of Olympus, whether it is my reason, my life, or everything I have, is just a trivial matter, and it is okay to offer it as a sacrifice."

Alcides replied in a deep voice.

Noel, who heard this, also understood.

This person has already fallen into a madness comparable to Avici Hell, not to mention affirming himself.

In his act of destroying himself,

he is not thinking of denying himself.

He simply regards himself as the object of revenge.

Because the past self took the wrong path, he sighs for it, that everything is wrong.

There is no regret, but a desire to start over.

Alcides seeks the eradication of the gods.

The gods are an eyesore, and those who hinder him from eliminating the gods/himself are also an eyesore.

Kill all the objects of revenge.

In the end, only the filthiest thing will remain, the most hideous divine filth in this world.

—The ultimate stain.

A very simple and easy-to-understand thing, the mood is very pleasant.

Alcides, as an Avenger, will destroy all the gods to be avenged, and it is enough to let himself disappear in the end.

Alcides, who recognizes these things, has no shame or regret, so there is no sigh or regret.

This is why the Bells of Nostalgia cannot bind him.

The logic of a madman’s behavior is far beyond Noel’s understanding.

Alcides’s abyss-like, bottomless black will, combined with the mud of human evil in this world.

Through various superpositions, he was able to break free from the shackles of the dream.

However, without the [Twelve Labors], Alcides would inevitably die at Noel’s hands.

The [Bells of Nostalgia] is too restrictive to him.

"Let..."

Alcides still feels uncomfortable now.

His head is still in a drunken state.

It feels as heavy as if molten mercury has been poured into it.

Even after being resurrected once,

the influence of the Bells of Nostalgia has not yet dissipated.

From this, it can be seen that the concept of this ability called the Principle Idea Blood is even higher than his [Twelve Labors].

"Woman who inherited the blood of my friend. My misjudgment caused my defeat... I lost just now. I already understand that you are a monster far beyond the Nemean Lion! For this reason, I will kill you!"

Alcides took the longbow back into his hand.

There is another crucial reason why he stumbled this time.

That is, Alcides has no experience fighting against bloodsuckers.

Even in his previous life, Moran only sparred with him and basically never used the Principle Idea Blood.

Therefore, he has no knowledge of this.

Alcides doesn’t know bloodsuckers well enough.

"Hehe, then I am really... flattered."

Noel hasn’t figured out her abilities yet.

After the blood enhancement of Moran.

The specific ability of the Bells of Nostalgia is no longer to pull people into dreams, but has transformed into a more profound, subspecies-like ideation.

What it can do is to map the reality in the illusion into reality.

And Noel can decide what is false and true, in terms of ability, this is completely an out-of-spec power.

It’s a pity that she doesn’t realize the nature of her Principle Idea Blood at all.

So there is no way to use this ability well.

Soon, she and the police will continue to usher in a fierce battle.

The battle is not only fierce on Noel’s side on this battlefield, and the battles taking place in other places are no less inferior to them.

As the battlefields in various places enter a fever pitch.

A silver-haired goddess overlooking this hospital smiled slightly, her gaze fixed on the direction of the church.

—That arrogant king who shines with golden light.

A joyful smile appeared on the woman’s face.

That is the perfect expression of a hunter finding prey.