I'm in a Hurry to Get Back for Dinner

He swung the great axe as if it were a light wooden mallet, showing no signs of strain.

It was indeed a hammer; Heracles's great axe wasn't used for chopping, but for smashing!

Smash it hard!

The axe slammed into the ground repeatedly, causing the ground to vibrate continuously. Even if Alcides could dodge the axe, he could not avoid being disturbed by the vibrations caused by the force of the blow.

Moreover, every time Heracles crashed to the ground, countless fragments would fly up.

The debris, like tiny arrows, indiscriminately splattered in all directions.

Alcides was not confident that the hide of the Nemean Lion could withstand Heracles' attack.

Although he knew that Heracles' weapon could not harm him, Heracles' true weapon was not the great axe in his hand, but his ferocious and unreasonable strength.

In other words, whether Heracles holds a great axe, an iron rod, or even a tree trunk, it doesn't matter; he is not Heroic Spirit bound by weapons.

One force can overcome ten techniques.

Alcides finally understood the pain others felt when they faced him.

The suppression of his power made him feel extremely uncomfortable, yet this chaotic and disorderly smashing allowed him to vaguely sense the essence of martial arts.

Yes, Heracles possessed unparalleled martial skills, just like him, skills that wouldn't disappear simply from wildly smashing things.

Damn it!

Alcides cursed under his breath, "How come I didn't know I would fight this way!"

"Roar!"

Heracles didn't care about Alcides' feelings; he just wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction on the person in front of him, someone he didn't approve of.

Hisself? Heracles never considered Alcides to be himself.

The moment Heracles saw Alcides knock Illya away, he considered Alcides an enemy.

Even if he really is himself, so what?

If you dare to hurt Illya, I'll kill you even if it's myself!

Boom boom boom!

Under Heracles' relentless bombardment, the underground factory once again could not withstand the pressure and collapsed a second time.

The dust generated by the massive collapse briefly obscured their vision.

"Chance!"

At this moment, Alcides finally found an opportunity to create distance and escape Heracles's unreasonable pursuit.

He quickly moved aside to create some distance.

Not enough!

Alcides continued to leap backward, widening the distance between them.

He finally remembered that this time he was manifesting in the world as an Acer.

Archers are meant to attack from a distance. What kind of archer is someone who fights in close combat?

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, actually in just a few seconds.

However, Alcides had already created enough distance for him to use his archery skills.

Heracles was only delayed for a few seconds. Seeing Alcides fleeing into the distance, he charged forward without thinking.

Its sturdy body completely disregarded the obstruction of the ruins, recklessly smashing away all the reinforced concrete that stood in its way.

He rolled toward Alcides like a heavy armored vehicle.

Alcides had no more chance to hesitate.

"This distance... is enough!"

He stopped dodging, stood there raising his bow and arrow, the arrowhead pointing directly at the charging Heracles.

A gigantic nine-headed serpent, wreathed in Black Mud of calamity, which devoured all fire, cold, and lightning, appeared on Alcides's arrow.

This can no longer be called a hydra; calling it a nine-headed evil dragon would be more appropriate.

Enveloped in a calamity-like magic, the embodiment of Hydra, its pitch-black color instills a sense of foreboding in those who behold it.

Bringing the weapon's power to its fullest potential, with a majestic posture of dragons coiled around it, the weapon unleashes nine attacks that cover the sky and saturate the earth—a perfect fusion of divine power and skill.

This is Alcides's Noble Phantasm, the ultimate expression of his various martial arts skills.

"Nine Lives! (Nine Lives)"

Boom!

As Alcides unleashed his Noble Phantasm, Heracles rushed in front of him, his massive axe mercilessly crashing down on his head.

Like wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, all nine attacks struck Heracles without exception.

All shots hit their mark, without a doubt. Heracles was like a stationary target; Alcides simply couldn't possibly miss.

The repeated attacks gradually eroded Heracles' life force.

Death, rebirth, death, rebirth, death, rebirth...

But would Heracles retreat? Would he be afraid? Would he be timid?

No! He didn't even pause for a moment.

The great axe in his hand crashed down on Alcides' head like a mountain falling down.

"Twelve Labors! (God Hand)"

The Twelve Labors that Alcides abandoned were preserved intact in Heracles.

Transforming one's own body into a tenacious armor, with the ability to automatically revive the body after death, is both a "blessing" and a "curse" from God.

Alcides's Nine Lives eliminated several of Heracles's lives, but he still hadn't broken through Heracles's limits. To think that a single Noble Phantasm could kill Heracles, who possessed the Twelve Labors, was simply wishful thinking.

Moreover, no matter how powerful Noble Phantasm is used to defeat Heracles, Noble Phantasm will no longer be effective once he is resurrected.

Alcides lost.

He lost to himself, to the identity he loathed: the hero, Heracles!

When Heracles' axe smashed him to the ground, Alcides gave up struggling.

He knew there was no way he could ever beat the person in front of him.

His Spirit Origin has reached its limit.

Possessing Chiron's immortality, he did not die on the spot.

But with such a wild battle and such intense physical assault, the pain he was enduring had reached its limit.

His Spirit Origin could no longer be maintained and slowly began to collapse.

"This is the pain you endured back then, my teacher..."

At this moment, Alcides recalled the time when he accidentally shot his teacher Chiron.

That was one of the few mistakes he ever made in his life that he regretted.

Alcides gazed intently up at Heracles, who stood before him.

"Why don't you hate? You are me, and I am you."

Why don't you hate the high and mighty gods!

Alcides roared hoarsely, "They're toying with you! They're playing with your fate!"

Why don't you hate them! Kill them!

His desperate shouts echoed through the ruins.

However, Heracles simply stood there, without answering, standing there unusually quietly.

He was as quiet as a handsome man, a stark contrast to his previous rage.

"Hahahaha..." Alcides laughed as if crying, "The Glory of Hera, what an ironic name!"

"Why do you so willingly place him on your head!"

Alcides didn't understand. He didn't understand any of this. If he could do it all over again, he would never have chosen to accept the fate that was playing tricks on him.

"Because he is a hero, and you are not!"

Yuxian slowly walked over, looking at Alcides lying on the ground, slowly waiting for death with pity.

"Heracles, does that name mean 'the glory of Hera '?"

Yuxian scoffed, "Don't get it wrong!"

"Ask them!" Yuxian pointed to the children behind him. "Ask them what the meaning of the name Heracles is."

"Hero!!!"

Yuxian shouted, "The name Heracles means hero, a great hero revered by all!"

"Gods may manipulate your fate, but they cannot manipulate your beliefs!"

"Heracles, he defied the gods with his actions, and he transformed this name, which originally meant the glory of Hera, into a synonym for hero."

"May this name be sung by mankind for generations to come."

"Whenever someone mentions this name, the first thing that comes to mind is definitely not Hera, nor any god."

"Many people don't even know that he is the son of Zeus."

"But everyone who has heard his name knows he is a hero!"

"A truly great hero!"

Yuxian took a deep breath, his tone becoming calm.

"Alcides, there's nothing wrong with you hating the gods. Everything they've done to you is worth hating."

"However, you should not abandon your identity as a hero, which is earned through all your experiences and efforts."

"Just like the Divine Beast's Hide on your head and the God of War's Belt around your waist, these are all things you earned through your own abilities, not gifts from any deity."

Do you want to reject them?

"Remember what Teacher Chiron taught you; you were his most prized student!"

Alcides loosened his clenched fists and sighed softly, "Teacher Chiron... he's the only one I can't resent..."

With that soft sigh, Alcides' body slowly dissipated, disappearing without a trace from the ruins.

Yuxian gently shook his head. Even in the end, Alcides could not let go of his hatred for the gods.

He glanced at the quiet Heracles and thought to himself that perhaps Heracles also harbored resentment towards the gods deep in his heart, but the belief in heroism and protection guided him more strongly.

The battle is over. This time it's really over.

Illya excitedly ran to Heracles, raised her little head, and proudly said:

"Berserker is the strongest!"

Chapter 33, Section 547: I'm in a hurry to get back for dinner.

Illya tilted her little head high, looking at Heracles with pride, a sight that brought a smile to one's face.

The quiet Heracles gently picked her up and habitually placed her on his shoulder, where Illya was reserved.

The scene was one of utter devastation; the battle had been incredibly destructive. Now, government officials had something to do.

If the natural gas company continues to take the blame, it might go bankrupt tomorrow.

Amidst this chaotic ruin, a voice groaned.

Repulse, Yuxian saw a man still alive, trapped under the rubble.

Bazdilot coughed heavily a few times, and a trickle of crimson blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he was in a bad state.

The battle between Alcides and Heracles was so violent that even though he dodged repeatedly, he was inevitably caught in the crossfire.