Sajyou Ayaka stood at the edge of the battlefield, her brows furrowed.
"That's fine too."
The sound of Origami came from the air.
"Run! The battles ahead are not something a fragile Master like you can handle."
Ayaka bit her lip.
This person recognized her face, but mistook her identity.
But what they said is correct.
Staying here will only lead to death.
She turned and ran in a more distant direction, quickly disappearing behind the hills.
Richard Ayaka's retreating figure and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he turned his head and looked again at the Origami in the air.
Excitement ignited again in his red eyes.
He loosened the shoulder guards of his armor and began to do some warm-up exercises on the spot, such as leg stretches, waist twists, and punches.
It's as if they're really planning to go into battle.
"Hey, lady over there, aren't you going to go help?"
He shouted towards the edge of the battlefield.
Ishtar ignored him.
She and Haruri stood on the high ground at the edge of the battlefield, their long, silver-white dresses motionless in the puddles left by the receding floodwaters.
Ishtar's red eyes stared at the Origami in the air, but she showed no intention of making a move.
Haruri clutched at her clothes, barely daring to breathe.
Both of them were merely observing.
As for Hassan of the Zealot...
Origami scanned every corner of the battlefield.
The figure shrouded in a black cloak is gone.
I didn't pay attention to the Origami.
A threat of Assassin's caliber is practically nothing to her.
"..."
Origami withdrew her gaze and looked around again.
Enkidu.
Red-haired female knight.
Red-skinned savage.
Gilgamesh has now been killed.
Enkidu and the red-haired female warrior's attacks are ineffective against me, so don't worry.
But the red-skinned savage kept hiding.
A small protective shield couldn't contain him.
Then let's just build a big one.
The ten wings of light on the back of the Origami lit up simultaneously.
Pale blue light emanated from the Realizer and spread in the direction of Alcides.
This time it's not a small spherical shield.
Instead, it is a giant protective barrier with a diameter of over one kilometer.
A translucent, pale blue dome rose from the ground, enveloping Alcides and the entire space within a kilometer around him.
Alcides sensed it.
It was completely sealed off from all sides.
No matter which direction you run, you can't escape the area bounded by this barrier.
and.
The barrier is still shrinking.
The diameter of one kilometer is shrinking at a steady rate.
Nine hundred meters.
800 meters.
700 meters.
Alcides took off running, sprinting in the direction where the barrier was shrinking the slowest.
However, the barrier contracts at the same rate in all directions.
He couldn't outrun the shrinking barrier.
Don't waste your energy.
The sound of Origami coming from outside the barrier.
You can't escape this time.
"Tsk."
Alcides stopped in his tracks.
Then he looked up at the sky.
Enkidu moved.
A green figure sprang up from the ground.
But this time he did not manufacture mud weapons.
His body began to change.
The person stretched and deformed in mid-air, transforming into a giant chain.
A golden chain, over ten meters in diameter and hundreds of meters long, resembled a giant golden python soaring into the air, hurtling straight towards the Origami in mid-air.
The Origami didn't even tilt its head.
The moment the chains touched her body.
It bounced off.
The golden chain seemed to have struck an invisible wall; the entire chain was thrown back by the recoil, tracing a huge arc in the air before crashing onto the ground outside the barrier.
Enkidu's body reverted from its chain form to human form, kneeling on one knee with a trace of golden fluid seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"Don't rush."
Origami glanced down at him.
"You're next."
Enkidu tried to stand up, supporting himself on the ground.
Origami ignored him.
Her attention was now completely focused on the interior of the barrier.
The barrier has shrunk to one hundred meters.
Fifty meters.
Twenty meters.
Alcides stood at the center of the barrier, holding a large bow in his hand.
He didn't run anymore.
There's no escaping it.
He drew the bowstring taut.
The moment the barrier shrank to only ten meters, he released the bowstring.
The arrow shot towards the Origami.
It has been invalidated.
This Origami didn't use Kadour.
He didn't even make a charging motion.
Ten wings of light simultaneously pointed downwards at the crimson-black figure at the center of the barrier.
A volley of shots.
Dozens of dark light bullets were fired simultaneously from the ten light wings and poured into the barrier space, which was only a few meters in size.
There was no room to dodge.
There is no possibility of blocking it.
The energy blast struck Alcides ' body.
A dark light exploded within the narrow barrier, engulfing everything in its despairing glow.
The explosion lasted for two seconds.
Then the light faded.
At the center of the barrier, only a few charred pieces of flesh remained, scattered on the ground.
He is clearly dead.
"..."
Origami looked at the few pieces of minced meat.
Then she noticed.
Those few pieces of meat were moving.
New tissue began to sprout from the edges of the shredded flesh, like a video being played at an accelerated speed; muscles, skin, and bones were regrowing at a visible rate.
Less than three seconds.
The red-skinned savage reappeared within the barrier.
Intact and undamaged.
"Um?"
The Origami tilted its head.
Is this a resurrection-type Noble Phantasm?
Alcides was not feeling well at this moment.
I feel terrible.
His Noble Phantasm, the God Hand, originally granted him the ability to resurrect after death.
But that's the ability to be immortal.
It's not the ability to be immune to damage.
Each resurrection requires enduring all the pain of death.
The concept of despair contained in that round of light bullets poured into the depths of his Spirit Origin the moment he was shattered.
The feeling was like having your soul thrown into a place where there will never be light.
Alcides nearly didn't make it through when he was just getting used to the dark light bullets that embodied the concept of despair.
This was a more dangerous process than any of the arduous battles he had ever experienced in his life.
He was breathing heavily.
The new body has been fully restored, but an unhealable crack remains deep within the Spirit Origin.
The number of times the character was resurrected (eleven times).
That volley of fire just now took away their entire supply.
If the opponent had used the same Noble Phantasm that attacked Gilgamesh earlier, I would have certainly died.
There won't even be a chance for resurrection.
But he also knew.
The reason why the opponent didn't use that Noble Phantasm.
They probably just felt it wasn't necessary.
"... hateful."
Alcides gripped the great bow tightly in his right hand.
His Master was standing in a meat processing plant dozens of kilometers away.
Through shared vision, Bazdilot Cortillio watched helplessly as his Servant fell into dire straits.
There's nothing he can do.
All three Command Spell have been used up.
The three Command Spell used to allow Alcides to change class.
There are no Command Spell that can recall Alcides now.
All I can do is stand by and watch helplessly, like a powerless bystander.
His hands were in his suit pockets, and his face remained expressionless.
But the fist in his pocket was clenched tightly.
What he didn't know was...
Even if you still have Command Spell, it's useless.
At this point, the battlefield space had been completely sealed off by Origami.
The teleportation effect of Command Spell cannot take effect within this spatially sealed area.
Inside the barrier.
Origami looked again at the man who had stood up again.
This time she saw it clearly.
The mythical beast fur that had been covering his face had been completely destroyed.
His true appearance was revealed.
A tall man with long black hair, a resolute face, and an ancient and somber air.
Origami paused for a moment.
"Isn't that Heracles' face?"
She recognized the face.
The most famous hero in Greece mythology, the man who accomplished the twelve labors.
How did he become like this?
His skin was reddish-black, his aura was violent, and his eyes held no heroic composure, only hatred and murderous intent.
He was a completely different person from the Heracles he remembered.
Origami looked into his eyes.
Those were eyes completely consumed by hatred.
never mind.
Judging from his current state, he seems to be suffering a lot just living.
I should have Mercy on him and quickly help him find liberation.