Could it be... they knew each other?
Was that man also a summoned Heroic Spirit!?
Moran would never be able to do sothing like Heracles, who dedicated himself to people he had never t before.
They no longer understood the situation.
This was a sea of life far more powerful than the evils of humanity.
"Heh heh... You’ve really thought everything through."
It was as if they were brothers chatting about their families.
"Who knows... If I hadn’t been affected, I think the wish I would have made to the Holy Grail, besides undoing the sins I committed in my life, would have been to gather with you all again..."
Bazdilot had this guess.
Therefore, under the contrast of this dazzling experience, the evil of humanity deep in his Spirit Core would expand so much.
Moran’s question seed like an inquiry.
"Aaaaaaaah—!!"
"If you don’t want to, I won’t force you. Heracles, this is just my selfish desire."
If this room wasn’t filled with black mud, they would have thought that Moran and Heracles were going to sit down and drink together.
Neither god nor demon.
Among the many regrets in his life, there were two: one was not being able to fight Moran in his pri, and the other was not being able to catch up with the war of the gods.
"...Hmph, unnecessary. However, since you preserved my power, I won’t pursue the matter.
At that mont, his spirit base had transford into an Avenger, the Heracles aspect devoured by darkness.
He was no longer Heracles.
Then it was even more impossible not to know the terror of this great hero, and no other Master would ever let the tiger return to the mountain.
"This is my wish. Don’t be too self-righteous; from the beginning, you’ve always liked to take everything on yourself, whether it was on the ship or that ti with the gods... Why can’t this be my selfish desire?"
If even this noble and heroic great hero wasn’t qualified, then who in the world would be qualified?
From beginning to end, he was only loyal to human nature.
Without the mandatory Tiamat base contract.
But, thinking in this direction, he couldn’t understand why the other party didn’t imdiately kill him and Heracles.
However, Heracles smiled.
Outrageous! Too outrageous!
In the mories of those revealed by the Command Seal.
In the end, Moran would definitely not stand idly by; Heracles believed he would stop him.
Heracles, no, that wasn’t his na now.
Here was only a vengeful spirit of humanity.
The question was just a final greeting.
And heroes are those who, after knowing all this.
Using his own thods to treat his own person.
"Aren’t you worried about committing new sins?"
His eyes were filled with satisfaction and appreciation.
At that mont, the great hero closed his eyes peacefully, no longer resisting the surging black mud that assailed him.
Moran stared deeply at Heracles.
The reason was simple: they were close friends who transcended eras.
Moran shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
No matter how much trouble he caused.
His gaze was like that of an artist admiring a recently completed masterpiece.
The black mud covering his body directly transford into dye, tinting the Heroic Spirit’s skin reddish-black.
The imnse magical energy fluctuations gradually subsided.
It was so eerie that it made their hair stand on end.
There is no love without a reason.
Still choose to open their chests and embrace humanity as supern.
"...In that case, I’ll continue to maintain the limit."
Although this flaw had improved sowhat after overcoming the Twelve Labors, his personality remained largely the sa.
Who said the great hero couldn’t be so sharp-tongued?
The kneeling Heroic Spirit let out a roar that shook the space.
That’s why he hated the existence that defiled it all and longed for revenge.
Moran asked with interest.
My friend, after I seize all victories and complete my revenge... I will personally cut off your head. With this, I express my highest respect and gratitude to you."
He was never one for words to begin with.
But a vengeful spirit tainted by the evils of humanity.
The na Heracles was given by the gods; only Alcides was his human na.
What emanated from Heracles was not just divine energy, but also a fierce aura of the sa caliber.
They could both understand each other’s thoughts.
"Are you talking about, in this era where you’re staying?"
If he was a summoned Servant.
It was precisely because he knew its beauty.
Heracles didn’t feel the need to say much more.
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Heracles retorted with the words Moran said when they t.
Even the world called him Hercules, the demigod of might.
Therefore, this great hero was qualified to seek personal gain.
But, Moran believed that compared to Heracles, he himself didn’t count as a hero.
"That’s more frank than I’d expect you to say. Could it be that this black mud has affected you?"
His na should be Alcides.
Alcides’ widened eyes were like those of a tiger.
Moran’s use of the Sea of Life was simply to alter Heracles’ spirit base, guiding it in another direction.
If there are people who have "loving humanity" on their lips all day long, then such people are likely to understand the evil of humanity too much and despise humanity more than anyone else in their hearts.
Bazdilot even heard Moran seed to be saying that he wanted Heracles to continue maintaining his limit.
Similarly, there is no hatred without a reason.
Moran calling him stubborn was certainly accurate.
The reason Heracles was being so direct was because he saw Moran appear in this era.
Reddish-black mud enveloped the Heroic Spirit’s entire body, his robust muscles seemingly shaved off by half, even his bones appeared to shrink, and his height was reduced by thirty centiters.
That’s right, even heroes have selfish desires.
"How does it feel? I didn’t completely dissipate your original spirit base, but rather fused it into your current one, achieving a balanced proportion between the two."
In fact, after Heracles stated his wish, he had already allowed the Sea of Life to climb onto his body.
Even without saying it directly.
Why was the Greek great hero summoned by Boss Bazdilot chatting so happily with that man?
The ti he spent on the ship was the most relaxing and enjoyable experience in the great hero’s life.
The Mafia subordinates exchanged uncertain glances.
Enduring the pain of erosion, which was dozens of tis more painful than snake venom, he still squeezed out a hearty smile:
Everyone in the world knew Heracles’s fa.
"...I’ll leave everything to you."
"What’s... going on...?"
As if saying that, with their relationship, there was no need for any reservations or concealnt.
A look of relief appeared in Heracles’s eyes.
Suppressing an unspeakable pain, Heracles felt as though he was being squeezed into the depths of darkness.
In the blink of an eye, it devoured Heracles.
The noble hero sank into darkness.
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