Chapter 64. The Twelve Labors, Myth of Invincibility!!
"Noble Phantasm… why are there so many Noble Phantasms…!"
The trembling voice echoed across the Earth; countless people stared blankly at the high sky, as if that moment had frozen time, stirring hearts, causing confusion, and instilling terror…
And also evoking reverence!!
Humans could feel the profound weight of history—a sense of pride and empathy. Heroes who bore immortal feats during their lifetimes condensed all their glory into what is called a Noble Phantasm.
The moment the True Name is released.
Like fireworks,
That dazzling, radiant light,
Seemed eternal, yet also like a fleeting moment in a snap of fingers, filled with the tragic beauty of a fading era.
Transforming an entire glorious life into a splendid explosive moment.
One could vaguely sense a sorrowful will—that was the heroic spirit and tragic song of ancient heroes.
"So this is a Heroic Spirit..."
Many people were in tears, the sorrowful atmosphere spreading through their souls, making their eyes sting intensely.
In Western Europe, a writer composing an epic biography gazed blankly at the sky, suddenly inspired, with a touch of admiration, began to write the present lines.
"What is called a hero is someone who dares to stand up when the storm arrives…"
"Like Cú Chulainn recorded in the Ulster Cycle, who could, for a small and weak motherland, resist invasion from a great nation, bearing numerous contracts that were almost curses…"
"Like King Arthur of a parallel world, Artoria Pendragon, who, knowing well it would lead to destruction, still for the happiness and future of the people, willingly gave up all the wishes of a maiden, fighting bravely until the very end."
"A hero, unafraid of sacrifice, dares to die with dignity, even if dying ten thousand times, their resolve remains unshaken!"
...
Looking up at the blood-red pillar of light gradually disappearing into the sky, dissolving into outer space.
Many people were so excited their blood boiled, nearly suffocating.
The Wind Hammer created a storm, Sword-Arrow exploded, Cursed Spear pierced the clouds…
Just a few Servants simultaneously releasing Noble Phantasms had already created such a magnificent scene…
If the Servants in the Throne of Heroes, outside the world, in the void, all appeared simultaneously…
Thousands upon thousands of Noble Phantasms releasing True Names simultaneously…
What a terrifying spectacle that would be?!
"If I could witness that scene, I would die without regret in this life."
Someone whispered.
As if hearing in their heart the echoing image—thousands of heroes gathering in one place.
Preparing to face the enemy—
In the war,
The Saintess raised the battle flag high, her cold voice echoing across the frenzied land!
「"Hear me, O heroes who stand alone against ten thousand troops gathered in this land..."」
Just imagining that scene made people nearly breathless with happiness.
Watching the Heroic Spirits unleash Noble Phantasms, magnificent and majestic, truly an unparalleled visual feast, one could also carefully feel the profound meaning contained within the Noble Phantasms, along with the heroic and tragic lives of the heroes.
Like a strong cup of tea, refined over endless years...
Initially seemingly bitter, but the aftertaste unforgettable, the lingering fragrance on the tongue making one reluctant to part.
People sighed in admiration.
But creating such a scene is nearly impossible...
After all, just one Heroic Spirit is already so powerful. How could there be a Boss capable of mobilizing the entire Throne of Heroes?
...
["Boom boom boom...!!"]
[On the burning ground, the tremors extended for kilometers, rocky mountains collapsed, tumbling down.]
[Along with an unparalleled, stunning slash, the ultimate brilliance of dawn bloomed to the extreme...]
["Pfft——."]
[Blood spurted like a column, the mighty son of Zeus stood frozen in place.]
[The so-called B+ rank Noble Phantasm『Armor of Fafnir』, along with the unparalleled『God Hand: The Twelve Labors』all seemed meaningless, the blade gently slashed down, tearing through flesh, and with a "thud," half a head rolled to the feet of the young master in white.]
[Immediately after, the skull transformed into mana-filled light particles, dispersing into the air.]
At that moment.
The world fell silent.
Countless people were stunned in shock.
They had imagined, what trump card did this young master in white hide to have the confidence to kill Berserker...?
A type of gem magecraft even stronger?
A gemcraft capable of burning through the wealth of an entire large financial family, surpassing even A-rank Noble Phantasms?
Or a family heirloom only usable by successive heads of a magus family?
The result was just such a gentle slash.
Ignoring defense, ignoring the robust body of the demigod Heracles, slashing directly and killing outright.
This doesn't make any sense at all?!
To say they were narrow-minded and inexperienced wouldn't be correct either...
Even within the Celestial Curtain, King of Knights Artoria was utterly stunned.
Even the Caster-Assassin alliance spying on the scene wore faces full of confusion, completely bewildered.
Perhaps, even to these great legendary heroes, the "trump card" of the white-robed young master was so rare that no one could comprehend it.
In the footage, the soul-shaking scene was still unfolding.
The background music softly played, as if calming the hearts of all who watched.
[The massive corpse, its head split in two, stood frozen, unmoving, the overwhelming aura completely dissipated, like a towering mountain standing still—worthy of reverence, or left behind and forgotten.]
[Fresh blood dripped from the tip of the blade, the young master did not look back, calmly turned around and walked away.]
[His indifferent words echoed all around, carrying a strange, composed serenity.]
["As long as it lives, even if it's a god, I'll kill it for you!!"]
BOOM!!
That sentence struck like a meteor falling into a lake, immediately stirring up endless waves.
Everyone snapped back to their senses, and the chatroom on the Observer Network exploded into madness. People of all nations and races went wild, shouting themselves hoarse to vent their shock.
"WTF?!"
"Motherfucker... did the stir-fried mushrooms my wife made for lunch give me hallucinations?!"
"What the hell just happened..."
"Is this bro the MC of Fate/Stay Night?!"
"'Anything alive can be killed, even a god'—you gotta be kidding me?!"
"What kind of skill is that, man, even Heroic Spirits don't have Noble Phantasms that strong!"
"If he had that kind of thing, why wait until now to use it?!"
"Holy shit, now I finally get what they mean by shaking the heavens and terrifying the gods. I always thought that was just exaggeration, but now I've seen it for real. I got nothing to say."
"Even if the Heroic Spirits gave him an opening, this guy really killed Heracles!"
"Why didn't Armor of Fafnir work?"
"Maybe it's because it caused true damage?"
Amidst the roaring shouts, a few lines of information slowly appeared in the upper left corner of the screen.
At the same time, a close-up photo of the young master in white slaying the demi-god appeared — in the image, his gaze was icy sharp, his pupils suddenly changing from amber to a dark blue, like a hollow void, eyes so terrifying they took one's breath away.
It seemed this was the direct cause of Heracles' death.
Celestial Curtain began to seriously explain the knowledge.
[Mystic Eyes of Death Perception (B): Eyes possessing the ability to see "death."]
[This is an extremely rare ability, a form of karmic weapon manifesting within a human being.]
[All things originate from the Root. If something has life, it must also have death. The end of all things is called "death."]
[And the end of things is already determined from the moment of their creation — when something flows out from the Root, its "death" is also decided by the Root. If there are eyes that can connect to the Root and see the death of things, we call them "Mystic Eyes of Death Perception."]
[A person with this ability can see black lines like cracks (commonly called "Death Lines") on the surface of most objects.]
[If these lines are cut along, it causes damage that cannot be defended against or healed.]
[Though True Ancestors and Dead Apostles possess Mystic Eyes, no one has ever had Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.]
[Even Arcueid (Princess of the True Ancestor) once believed this ability only existed in myth.]
"This is peak top-tier shit...!!"
The entire world was shaken. Countless people widened their eyes, mouths agape in disbelief.
No wonder when the white-robed young master slashed through the air, his eyes seemed to flash blue.
So that's when he activated his cheat!
This is the real definition of "instant motherfucking death."
One strike and you're meeting your ancestors!
The world couldn't help but gasp in awe.
...
Real world, sea of clouds.
Even the great yokai couldn't stay calm—her cheerful gesture of drinking froze in place.
"...Power to kill gods?"
Shuten Douji was both doubtful and shocked. After observing the reactions of the Heroic Spirits, she felt that aside from Heracles, she had a fair chance of winning against any other Servant in the Holy Grail War.
But she never expected that the Master she hadn't even taken seriously would possess such a bizarre ability.
——Mystic Eyes that could perceive the death of all things.
It seemed that…
Any living being standing before that white-robed young master would be riddled with fatal weaknesses.
Even though Shuten Douji was confident in her inhuman speed, immense physical power, and lightning-fast reflexes—making it almost impossible for her opponent to even touch her—
But what if… the other party accidentally touched one of her Death Lines?
Hehe~
Then Ibaraki might as well throw a feast, a grand banquet on the memorial day her death.
...
"Eyes that powerful… I really want them…"
In Tokyo, the buzz-cut man's greedy eyes were glued to those beautiful dark blue Mystic Eyes.
There's nothing more alluring to a killer than the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.
...
["It's finally over…"]
[Amid the burning wasteland, the long straight-haired girl let out a sigh of relief, her entire body drained.]
[Tonight's events had completely worn her out, both mentally and physically—even though she didn't participate in the battle. If she had… even if she didn't die, she'd likely be crippled. Possibly the first to be eliminated in the Fifth Holy Grail War.]
[That's precisely why Yukino kept quietly watching Raku Sou, who still maintained a calm demeanor in the distance.]
[In her heart rose a deep sense of admiration, mixed with genuine gratitude.]
["Saved again..."]
"Saved again..."
Within the Celestial Curtain, Yukinoshita Yukino softly echoed herself, her face a little embarrassed.
She had come to realize—this world was full of danger, and without Raku Sou, she would not survive.
That refined, white-robed young master gradually made her feel like relying on him, as if he were a warm harbor in the storm—just by being with him, all worries seemed to vanish, and his shoulders seemed capable of bearing everything.
No… this can't be…
Yukinoshita Yukino, how can you fall this low!
No matter how warm Raku-kun's embrace is, he's not some machine you can use to dodge misfortune!
You have to be independent and strong!
You have to strive to become a rich lady, a sugar mommy who supports Raku-kun in this world, so he can leech off you…
Eh? Chotto matta!
Something's… off?
Yukino scratched her head.
...
Suddenly, the King of Knights shouted urgently, her voice booming outside the Celestial Curtain.
["Yukino, run…!!"]
In the blink of an eye.
Countless people across the world cried out in shock, all turning their eyes toward the Celestial Curtain.
That mighty figure, at some unknown point, was standing tall again, magical energy surging wildly within his body. Under the effect of 『God Hand: The Twelve Labors』, the chest wound rapidly regenerated—his heart grew back.
Next came the head…
The scene made people's hair stand on end—absurd beyond belief, and it all happened in just an instant.
["…?!"]
[Yukinoshita Yukino was still a little dazed.]
[But in the next moment, a muscular figure charged like a cannonball, swinging an axe that seemed to split the world in two, aiming directly for her head.]
[Lancer, Saber, Archer… none of them seemed fast enough to react.]
[In that life-or-death instant, it was still the white-robed young master who swept the girl into his arms and ran.]
[Even with Reinforcement Magecraft pushed to the limit, a few strands of hair were nearly chopped off, and the ground was left with a crater over ten meters deep.]
["Thank you..."]
[The long straight-haired girl patted her chest lightly, still trembling, feeling as if she had just escaped death by a hair's breadth.]
[Had she really been struck by Heracles, she'd likely have become nothing more than a pile of minced flesh.]
["…A Servant possessing a resurrection-type Noble Phantasm?"]
[Raku Sou narrowed his eyes, observing the battlefield intently while gently setting the girl down.]
[At the same time, Cu Chulainn and Artoria wore serious expressions, raising their Holy Sword and Cursed Spear, forming a pincer formation to guard against the revived giant. The pressure was overwhelming.]
[This wasn't some half-baked recovery, but a complete return to his peak state!]
["Clap clap clap~."]
[Suddenly, on the solemn battlefield, the sound of thunderous applause echoed.]
[Purge King Subaru stepped out from the shadows with a smile, carrying a trace of madness and exhaustion.]
["Not bad~, head of the Shinomiya family."]
["What a terrifying power—to think you could even kill Berserker."]
["But… in front of my strength, it's all meaningless."]
[The Servants furrowed their brows, unsure what he was plotting.]
[Raku Sou tried throwing out numerous gemcraft bullets, but they were all shattered by the magecraft of the Einzbern family, the air reverberating with terrifying explosions.]
[In the very next moment, something happened that everyone found unbelievable.]
[As if certain of victory, Purge King smiled faintly, raised his hand, and a brilliant rainbow beam turned into a pillar of light, suddenly pouring into the body of the Demi-God Heracles. His own complexion turned pale, his breath visibly weakening.]
[Everything happened in an instant, giving no time to react.]
["Master of Berserker, are you insane…?!"]
[The King of Knights widened her beautiful eyes in horror, clearly sensing that the opponent had sacrificed a considerable amount of lifespan.]
[Even Cu Chulainn couldn't remain calm—his pupils shrank sharply as he stared at the still-standing giant.]
["BOOM BOOM BOOM…!!"]
[Thunder exploded from the void, an abyssal pressure engulfed the battlefield like the awakening of a dreadful entity that reigned supreme over all!]
["GROAAAH!!"]
[Heracles roared madly, his voice shaking the heavens and earth. His body began to swell monstrously.]
[Saber gritted her teeth, attempting to stop him. Her Holy Sword swung, unleashing wind pressure straight at Heracles.]
["BOOM…!!"]
[The invisible airwave directly blasted the King of Knights dozens of meters away. She coughed up a mouthful of blood in disbelief, broke through several ancient trees, and finally crashed into a cliffside before slowly falling down.]
[After the Master sacrificed lifespan to empower the Servant, they were no longer on the same level…]
[In the blink of an eye, Berserker completed his transformation, standing tall like a demon god, his bulging muscles surging like tidal waves. His massive frame rivaled that of a truck, radiating an aura that made others tremble!]
[The giant coldly looked down upon the ground—the Servants didn't even reach halfway up his torso.]
[Name: Heracles]
[Strength: A+ → A+ (Entered Noble Phantasm domain)]
[Endurance: A → A+]
[Agility: A → A+]
[Mana: A → A+]
[Luck: B]
"Are you serious? What kind of monster stat sheet is this? Almost all attributes increased—how are their even supposed to fight this thing?!"
In the real world, spectators groaned and cursed, feeling utterly hopeless.
Previously, everyone had to use all their trump cards just to take one life from Heracles. Now there were still eleven left, and the enemy had powered up like some kind of cheat code.
...
["..."]
[Raku Sou's pupils shrank sharply, sensing a terrifyingly pure force.]
[Just the aura alone was enough to suffocate people.]
[He had a gut feeling—if he faced Berserker head-on, he would die instantly.]
[The overwhelming sensation of impending death lingered like storm clouds in his heart, refusing to fade.]
[Under such intense pressure, his eyes flashed with a dark, azure glow—mysterious and divine—as if containing a power that embraced all existence.]
[Mystic Eyes of Death Perception (B)… evolution!!]
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