The blue-white light condensed to its limit inside the cannon, and all the Magic Circuits patterns on the cannon turned into a dazzling bright white.
Third shot.
The Sword of Human Order that confirms hope.
A beam of blue-white light erupted from the cannon muzzle, tearing through all the debris in the shrapnel zone and piercing straight through the entire battlefield.
Heracles stood directly in front of the pillar of light.
He stared at the light that devoured everything.
Then he raised Apollo's bow.
The bowstring is drawn taut.
The culmination of the God Hand. The blessings of the nine chief gods. The blessing of Hebe, the goddess of youth. The power of the War God's Belt.
Everything, everything, was poured into the golden arrow nocked on the bowstring.
Shooting a Hundred Gods.
Ultimate version.
Eighty-one golden meteors and blue-white beams of light collided in the universe.
The intense light once again illuminated the Earth's night sky.
It was brighter than ever before.
In the dream world of Earth, a rift was forcibly torn open in the darkness, and daylight descended for three seconds.
Then darkness returned.
Because the golden rain of arrows was gradually dissipated by the Sword of Human Order.
One. Two. Five. Ten.
The golden meteor was burned through, evaporated, and erased like paper in front of the blue and white beam of light.
Thirty.
Fifty.
All eighty-one golden meteors were swallowed up by the beam of light.
The remote attack failed.
Heracles removed Apollo's Divine Bow from his hand.
He stood there, watching the blue and white beam of light shoot towards him.
The golden breastplate forged by Hephaestus emitted a mournful, tearing sound the instant it came into contact with the beam of light.
Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the breastplate, and then the entire breastplate split in the middle, with fragments flying in all directions.
The golden breastplate is damaged.
The Nemean Lion's Pelt began to smoke under the beam of light.
The leather of the giant lion that Heracles personally slew, the legendary armor that had withstood all weapons of human civilization, was carbonized and disintegrated under the corrosive influence of the concept of death.
Nemean Lion's Pelt, damaged.
Athena held her shield aloft in front of her chest.
Black lines began to appear on the surface of the shield, as if it were being corroded by some unseen force.
Medusa's eyes lost all light at that moment.
Athena's Aegis, Honkai Impact.
All three defenses were breached.
A blue-white beam of light pierced through Heracles ' body.
The concept of death was imprinted on the Spirit Origin.
The immortality Olympus lost its power in the face of the concept of death.
Heracles knelt down.
One knee touches the ground.
He looked down at his hands.
Dark lines appeared under the skin, spreading upwards from the fingertips.
The Spirit Origin is collapsing.
But the merits of the God Hand and the blessings of the nine chief gods are desperately resisting the speed of collapse.
He still has time.
A few minutes.
Heracles slowly stood up.
In front of him.
Mash has finished unleashing her Sword of Human Order, and the cannon is switching back to shield form.
Heracles bent down and picked up the olive wood stick at his feet.
Then he rushed out.
Close-quarters attack.
Mash's shield had just returned to its defensive form when Heracles ' club arrived.
First strike.
Mash raised her shield to block.
The impact force is transmitted from the shield to the arm, from the arm to the shoulder, and from the shoulder to the spine.
Her feet slid across the surface of the debris, leaving two long tracks.
The second strike.
It swept in from the side.
Mash sidestepped to block, but Heracles ' staff changed trajectory halfway through, turning from a horizontal sweep into a downward slash.
The shield was smashed to one side, Mash lost her balance.
The third strike.
A frontal thrust.
The end of the club pierced the blind spot of the shield, below the left rib.
Mash didn't have time to adjust the angle of her shield.
It hit.
"Well--!"
She was knocked away.
Hundreds of meters of debris were smashed behind her.
Mash climbed out of the rubble, raising her shield once more.
Rapid breathing.
My arm is numb.
Those three blows were all more powerful than the last, and each one was aimed at her weakest point.
Heracles had far too much experience.
Each of his attacks has been honed through countless real battles, precise, powerful, and without a single superfluous movement.
The gap is enormous.
The fourth strike.
The fifth strike.
Mash passively blocked throughout.
Each strike felt like a meteorite crashing onto the shield. The impact traveled from the shield to the entire body, causing bones to groan and magic to rapidly deplete.
She could only keep retreating.
One step. Two steps. Three steps.
With each step back, a piece of the debris beneath their feet shattered.
Heracles gave her no chance to catch her breath.
His attacks came like a relentless tide, each wave more ferocious than the last.
Blood vessels began to appear in Mash's purple eyes.
My energy is almost depleted.
The magic is running out.
But the shield was still held aloft.
Why... not give up?
Heracles ' voice was heard for the first time during the battle.
Mash did not answer.
Because the answer is obvious.
"Because I am Mash Kyrielight, the Servant of my predecessor."
"As long as I can stand, I will not lower the shield."
Heracles glanced at her.
There was a moment of silence.
Then he raised the stick.
The final blow.
Go all out.
A strike without holding back.
The staff, imbued with the full power of the God Hand and the final blessings of the nine gods, swung down upon Mash.
Mash raised her shield.
The shield caught the blow, but was sent flying.
The stick, carrying its remaining force, pierced through Mash's body.
Mash's eyes went out of focus.
The purple light slowly faded from her eyes.
"Senior... I'm sorry..."
His body transformed into purple light particles, drifting in the void.
Spectator area.
Ritsuka Fujimaru clenched her fists.
Then I let go.
Purple light particles re-converged in the spectator area.
Mash reappeared.
Intact and undamaged.
She lowered her head and looked at her perfectly intact hands.
"I lost."
Ritsuka Fujimaru walked up to her.
"You've done enough, Mash."
"I'm sorry, senior."
On the battlefield.
Heracles, leaning on his staff, knelt on one knee.
The markings indicating the collapse of the Spirit Origin have spread to the neck.
He won't last much longer.
But the battle was over.
He is the victor.
A purplish-black light descended from above the battlefield.
A beam of teleportation light enveloped Heracles.
His figure disappeared into the debris field.
Spectator area.
Heracles reappears.
All his physical injuries were healed. The black markings that caused his Spirit Origin to collapse disappeared. The golden breastplate, the Nemean Lion's Pelt, and the Athena's Aegis all returned to him.
He stood up.
Then.
The entire spectator area began to distort.
A figure slowly emerged from the distorted space.
Her long, golden hair floated in the void.
The purplish-black Astral Dress shimmered with a subtle luster under the starlight.
The red eyes swept over everyone in the spectator area.
Mukuro Hoshimiya.
The master of the dream world.
Finally, it revealed its true form to everyone.
"Alright."
"It's over."
She patted non-existent dust off her hands.
"Thanks for your hard work, everyone. That was a great game."
She walked up to Heracles.
She looked up at the man who was almost a meter taller than her.
Congratulations, Heracles.
"The victor of the Dream Holy Grail War."
Heracles looked down at her.
silence.
Mukuro Hoshimiya did not urge them.
She took a lollipop out of her pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth.
Then he opened his mouth.
"According to the previously established rules."
"The winning team's chosen plan will be used to save the Earth."
"Furthermore, the winning side can make one reasonable request of me."
She pulled the lollipop out of her mouth and pointed at Heracles.
"Then, Heracles."
Are you sure you want to use the second method I mentioned to save the planet?
"Materialize the dream world and cover up the old Earth."
Amakusa Shirou Tokisada stood in a corner of the spectator area, his hands clenched into fists.
Atalanta's ears stood straight up.
The green eyes stared unblinkingly at Heracles's retreating figure.
The children in the kindergarten.
A little girl with pigtails. A little boy crying for a hug.
Whether we can continue to be happy depends on this moment.
Heracles felt the gaze coming from behind him.
Then.
He nodded to Mukuro Hoshimiya.
"Sure."
Two words.
But each word weighs as heavily as a mountain.
Mukuro Hoshimiya looked at Heracles, who had nodded, and then at Amakusa Shirou and Atalanta behind him, who were looking on with anticipation.
He had a lollipop in his mouth.
"Good."
"Then it's settled."