At this moment, the forest around the temple was no longer noisy, and silence and darkness seeped out from the inside of the world.
The shadows in various places were being amplified.
Haruri and Humbaba were carefully dealing with this darkness.
Although it was full of the aura of death.
However, this darkness didn't harm even a single insect.
The shadow of the earth illuminated by the sky only denied one thing.
That was only the sky mistress who wanted to cover the earth with false light.
"Maanna, let's go!"
Ishtar shouted from above the temple.
The lapis lazuli and gold that made up the temple's decorations flew up together and gathered around her, transforming into a bow-shaped boat with two beautiful arcs, carrying Ishtar into the sky.
Faced with Ishtar trying to escape.
The shadows didn't fall behind.
They surged up like a flood tide, chasing after Ishtar as if they were alive.
Determined to submerge and devour that golden starlight.
Along the way, Ishtar used the charm authority to distort space, terrain, and airflow to hinder the progress of the shadows.
Even the figure of dodging and fleeing.
Still looked beautiful and elegant.
Unfortunately, this situation couldn't continue.
Maanna was originally a heavenly boat that could freely roam the world.
But the world had not fully returned to the Age of Gods, and it could only maintain its highest speed within the range of the temple and the forest.
Conversely, the "shadow" was something that resisted the new world, and would exist even if the ends of the earth were reached and the seas turned to stone.
As long as it insisted on chasing, Ishtar would eventually run out of divine energy and magical power, which was something that could be known without thinking.
Besides, Ishtar's escape might not be smooth.
While she was escaping, the avenger hidden in the dark was also placing an arrow on the bowstring.
Snowfield, industrial area.
Hippolyta arrived in this area first.
A huge wave of black and turbid magical power erupted from the front, and the avenger had no intention of concealing his aura.
Compared to the confrontation a few days ago, the abnormal aura had become more evil, and the amount of magical power was also beyond common sense.
"That guy…"
Hippolyta gritted her silver teeth.
She sensed that Alcides had become stronger.
However, the avenger didn't notice the queen's approach at this moment, and he was concentrating on the target in the distance.
Alcides stood on top of the chimney in the industrial area.
Whether it was because of the typhoon or the chaos that had occurred in the city in the past few days, the factory was not in operation.
The chimney didn't emit smoke either.
"The lingering sound of trying to become a god."
Distorted magical power resembling black mud began to gather on the bow in his hand.
The hydra's poison and the black mud constantly eroded each other in his strong spirit base.
"Imprint this arrow of martial arts extreme on your eyeless eyes!"
Alcides deliberately let the mud flow all over his body.
Immediately, unfold the revenge against the gods.
Originally, he didn't intend to regard Ishtar as a priority target before she built a temple.
After all, it was just the lingering echo of a god.
But when Ishtar decided to return to the Age of Gods, the problem was completely different for Alcides.
Ishtar intended to become the goddess of Venus again.
Gods were Alcides' most hated, regarded as the source of all evil, and ugly enemies that he wanted to destroy completely.
They were existences that he would kill even if he had to give up everything.
No matter what happened.
Alcides must not be hindered from killing gods, and he no longer cared about the Holy Grail War itself.
Even Enkidu, or his close friend Moran.
Were also regarded as trivial matters by him.
The object that needed the most revenge had already appeared in front of him.
What he had to do was to break the spine of the gods.
"—[Shooting the Hundred Heads (Nine Lives)]"
The Noble Phantasm used on Gilgamesh on the street a few days ago.
Now, he aimed it at the goddess.
The nine arrows that Alcides placed on the bow, they transformed into poisonous dragons roaring and soaring into the sky.
The space boundary let out a painful scream as if it was being gnawed, and this scene was heartbreaking and chilling.
Enough to reverse all things into destruction and fill them with the turbidity of death, the faint purple arc of light that slipped from the sky was the eye of the mad dragon."
Its poisonous gas causes rot and festering, releasing a foul odor.
The phantom of the Hydra rapidly approaches.
To ordinary people, it's just a black sandstorm.
But anyone who can sense even a little bit of magical power can understand how abnormal it truly is…
It's not an illusion, nor is it summoning magecraft.
It is a supreme technique accumulated by a hero who makes the battlefield his home, sacrificing divine power in exchange for a mud-like curse.
Combined with the vast magical power provided by its master, the style, "Shooting the Hundred Heads," finally manifests the former nemesis in this world.
Of course, it is not the original Hydra, but purely a projection of one aspect of the hero who eliminated the legendary poisonous dragon, a near-miraculous divine skill.
Although the Hydra flies beyond the range of sight.
However, Heracles does not care where they go, but once again draws nine arrows to prepare for the next strike.
This time, he also uses the War God's Military Sash.
Now, that divine power has been imprisoned by the black mud, and can only obediently transmit energy to the bow and arrow.
"This curse… I am very familiar with it.
Whatever the connection, it's all unimportant."
Sensing the strange magical power mixed into his body.
Alcides knows very well that this is a curse more ferocious than anything else, and at the same time, he expresses great pleasure.
The mud is very suitable for him at this moment.
It's as if the mud understands the fire of his hatred, and Alcides also understands the evil of humanity contained in the mud.
"I don't know how much human karma you used to refine it, but from the beginning, your essence was a curse on people, right… Now, let this power combine with my lament."
Alcides lightly licks the corner of his bloodied mouth, revealing a wicked smile.
The spiritual foundation within his body is developing towards collapse.
Alcides regards these as trivial matters, and he never expected to survive this Holy Grail War.
Only revenge is his wish.
As he thought this.
The figure of Moran couldn't help but appear in his mind, and a touch of joy appeared in his smile.
"Ah, now, I am grateful for the karma born under these stars… to be able to give me the opportunity to slaughter my friend and alien gods in this war at the same time, what joy!
For this, my corpse, I will give it to you.
You just go ahead and slay the gods, and curse me to restore my human form."
Alcides fired arrows with poison and divine power one after another.
At the same time, he spoke words like a hymn.
This avenger treats the seemingly conscious, constantly wriggling mud as an old friend who has been with him for many years.