Where does the black mud co from?
This must be traced back to the Third Holy Grail War.
In this critical mont, he is not thinking about escaping, but about unleashing all the magical energy within him.
"That voice... could it be..."
What could possibly devour it!?
No matter what, he couldn’t move freely.
"Because I am, everyone’s, Mama."
Soone had invaded the workshop!
But, the one in front of the black mud was the Primordial Mother, and humans were just one of her children.
He was rely declaring victory in this contest.
It was a tone unfamiliar to Bazdilot.
"Haaaaaaaaaah—!"
However, when he tried to move his limbs, the functional damage to his body made it impossible for him to move.
His bones and blood vessels throughout his body were fractured.
The Mafia followers watched this scene.
The black mud is a gift from Francesca to Bazdilot.
Heracles’s lips slightly curved upward.
This was originally Bazdilot’s summoning ritual.
When Bazdilot issued the three commands, he knew that he could not return to his original state.
Tiamat answered straightforwardly.
It was impossible for Bazdilot to believe.
Only he, who had nurtured the black mud within his body, could understand that it represented all the evils of humanity.
Those who are in this workshop show fear, and one of them is about to be touched by the black mud.
The noble great hero was ultimately defeated by the mad demon; the truth was that simple and clear.
Moran walked on the sea of mud.
"Could it be... you have a way...?
Today, this variable will be superimposed once again, and the result will far exceed Francesca’s imagination.
"Who... exactly are you? Why can you devour this?"
Not only did they treat Bazdilot as air, but they also started chatting directly with Heracles.
He walked up to Heracles.
How could it possibly affect the supre Mother of All Things?
The re evil of this world.
Heracles makes a choice.
Moreover, Tiamat herself had the qualifications of the Second Beast; it wasn’t certain who would devour whom.
It was as if there was a difference between parents and children.
A certain red-black object flows in along with the magical energy of the Command Seals,
Even if you ultimately reach the path of nobility in life, I still want you to be able to choose ruthless ans without hesitation in the future. What I need is the persistence of a human being."
Vaguely, he sensed from the woman an aura even more imnse than Heracles.
"Leave it to, Mama... I’ll use the Sea of Life to offset it."
I can feel that I’m constantly being diluted, and my aspect as the evil of humanity is constantly expanding."
Even in pain, he still smiled.
"Great hero of Greece, what I need is not your strength as a hero, but the greed to use any ans to achieve your goals.
There wasn’t a normal person in this Holy Grail War.
What Bazdilot couldn’t understand the most was—
"Rest assured about what? You’re just too stubborn; although you’re strong, you always step on landmines. Should I give you the nickna ’Sea Unlucky’? This ti, I don’t intend to let you return to the Throne like this."
Bazdilot stared intently at Tiamat.
A magical storm that shakes the space is unleashed.
Unlike before, when he was entangled in hatred.
"Heracles, you’re as always... even to the enemy’s soldiers, you’ll spare no effort to save them."
Now, the only humans capable of harboring the black mud are Francesca and Bazdilot; anyone else who becos tainted by the black mud will inevitably fall into madness.
At that ti, Francesca took advantage of the Nazis’ scramble for the Great Holy Grail’s foundation to successfully obtain the black mud from it.
In Tiamat’s eyes, it was nothing more than tears shed by a child throwing a tantrum, without the slightest threat.
The overflowing black mud spreads out like a tide.
Bazdilot is not only relying on the Command Seals and the black mud, he is also constantly transmitting magical energy using Eastern sorcery.
That’s what Bazdilot imdiately thought.
Such an absurd answer.
Corroding Heracles’s body.
"Heh... Heh heh... If it weren’t for this situation, maybe... we could have had a drink together after a long ti... But, since you’re here... then, I can rest assured."
Suddenly, a voice ca from inside the workshop.
It wouldn’t be surprising if they were scared to death.
At this mont, the joy in the great hero’s heart seed to overwhelm the evil of humanity; no one knew why.
Currently, Heracles was in an extrely berserk state, almost on the verge of reversal.
The black mud is like a highly acidic poison.
At the sa ti, Heracles, enduring the pain, let out a weak murmur.
Her honest and kind gaze stunned Bazdilot.
Along with the male voice, a sea of black mud, like a tidal wave, entered the scene. It was far more ferocious than Bazdilot’s black mud.
"What a show... Tiamat, you should be able to handle this black mud, right?"
First, they saw their boss dancing on a minefield, and now they saw Moran playing with fire next to a pile of explosives.
However, would things really turn out that way?
"..."
The essence of the black mud was the evil of humanity in this world.
Despite this, Bazdilot remained calm.
Bazdilot didn’t mock or get excited.
In an instant, what gushes out like a flood is the venomous blessing accumulated at the beginning of humanity’s darkest depths.
But, it was disrupted by Moran and Tiamat, who stood there as if the factory was their own ho.
Escape is already impossible.
Just coexisting with it was already the limit, and devouring it was sothing no one would even dare to imagine.
Not a single expression appeared on his face.
It was just the evil of a single human race.
Heracles’s action undoubtedly reveals an opening in front of Bazdilot.
The people who were originally standing around and about to be corroded by the black mud are also blown away by his roar.
Only the few glimrs in his eyes showed that he still possessed human emotions.
In an instant, Bazdilot’s black mud was swallowed and subrged by this even larger sea of mud.
He hadn’t been completely devoured by the black mud yet.
It is also a variable she added to the Holy Grail War.
Therefore, he must at least save the humans before him.
The most shocked was Bazdilot.
"I have a way. However, because of that Command Seal, your Spirit Core has been contaminated; I can’t clean it for you."
Not only does it gush out from Bazdilot’s body, but also from the gaps in the ceiling of the workshop.
Who exactly was that man? Why could he chat so familiarly with Heracles?
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