Aslan considered himself to be among the top tier of all Heroic Spirits and heroes. He had a way to defeat most heroes. However, the one who had appeared before him was one he was a little worried about. Right now, his Supreme Masterpiece was still undergoing data integration. What's more, if he really were to go head-to-head with this one using the Supreme Masterpiece, he would feel bad for his creation, okay!
Aslan looked at the one before him. The only thing he was relatively happy about now was that if this hero was still a living being, then he surely wouldn't have the "Twelve Labors," the skill that gave him twelve lives. This was good news.
But the bad news was, this hero before him didn't look like he would be easy to deal with just because he didn't have twelve lives. Especially the various attack methods derived from the technique "Nine Lives: The Shooting Hundred Heads"...
Aslan's hands trembled stiffly. But he couldn't just let this hero destroy their base, could he? Nor could he just stretch out his neck and wait to be slaughtered. Was he an idiot? To just hand over his life like that. Although he really didn't want to have a proper clash with this one before him, there was no other way now, right?
Looking at the great hero before him, whose four limbs had clearly been modified into a mechanical form, and who even had wings installed on his back, Aslan let out a soft sigh. To think that even this great hero could not escape the fate of being modified. One could imagine what the other heroes looked like.
However, this hero before him seemed to be somewhat different from Perseus. There seemed to be a faint sense of incongruity about this great hero. It was just, where did this incongruity lie? Aslan couldn't say for now. But before he could observe again, this great hero had already taken a sudden step forward with his axe and then slammed it down heavily.
Aslan dodged to the side. The sharp axe blade, missing him by a foot, smashed heavily onto the ground, causing the extremely dry ground to crack. At the same time, a mark spread forward. A few of Aslan's golden hairs were scattered to the side. Feeling the cold and the bloody smell from the giant axe that was right next to him, Aslan gently swallowed. If it weren't for his quick reaction, under the combined effect of his Instinct and his extremely strong physique, he really might not have been able to dodge that sudden axe blow.
Even Melusine, who was still in her little dragon form, couldn't help but let out a worried cry.
Aslan quickly took the Holy Spear from his neck, then created some distance between himself and the great hero before him. The small mechas that had been released by Estée Lauder a while ago now took out their ranged weapons—either mechanical guns or crossbows. After locking onto this great hero, all the ranged weapons pulled their triggers at the same time.
However, a great hero was a great hero. The axe in his hand directly blocked Aslan's spear thrust. At the same time, he raised his other hand and quickly caught a crossbow bolt that was about to hit his head. Then, his entire body, with unimaginable speed and posture, continuously dodged the attacks fired at him. It was really hard to imagine why that body, which was like a little giant's, would be so agile and flexible.
Even though his four limbs had been replaced by specially enhanced mecha, the mecha that replaced his limbs were still as if they were his own body, easily completing one after another of seemingly extremely difficult movements under Heracles's control. In fact, while dodging these ranged attacks, he even lifted his foot and kicked at Aslan. If it weren't for the spear being held horizontally in front of his chest, with that one kick from Heracles, Aslan's spine and ribs would surely have been fractured.
Aslan, who had just retreated not long ago, looked up and saw that the next moment, Heracles was already close to him. The giant axe in his hand contained immense magical energy. At the same time, a few jet ports had opened on his mecha-like arm, seeming to be able to support a magical energy jet to accelerate the speed and power of his swing.
Clearly, this demigod of strength was about to use the skillful attack of "Nine Lives" on him.
Aslan directly activated the Avalon within his body. Golden, crystal-like scales began to appear around him, and then firmly enveloped him within. The next moment, a flash of axe light fiercely struck Avalon. And the next moment, twelve cracks instantly appeared on the ground beneath Aslan's feet.
At the same time, the power that emanated from these twelve cracks continued to spread outwards. The next moment, on the bodies of several small mecha in the distance, a fatal wound appeared. The small sprites that were their cores scattered in all directions in a panic. At the same time, on the rock wall behind Aslan, twelve marks went straight to the very top.
Estée Lauder, upon seeing these attack marks, couldn't help but swallow hard. At the same time, she looked at Aslan with some worry. Aslan also breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he had directly activated his Noble Phantasm. If he hadn't had Avalon as a defense, that last blow would have probably taken half his life. As for whether he would have died, it was hard to say.
But at the same time, due to Avalon's rebound ability, twelve wounds also appeared on the chest of the great hero before him. The wounds even cut through his Noble Phantasm-like skin, revealing the bones inside. There was even a white mark on the bones.
But very quickly, the surrounding mecha rapidly spread towards the wounds, covering all of them under the metal armor. At the same time, they continuously flashed with a green light, looking as if they were repairing the physical body.
Aslan pursed his lips. He hadn't expected the gods to treasure this great hero so much. But this kind of mechanical repair device... a hint of curiosity flashed in Aslan's eyes. This technology of using machinery on a physical body was something he had not yet mastered. He really wanted to peel these instruments off the great hero's body to see what kind of structure it was. If this kind of treatment device were to be installed in the cockpit of the Supreme Masterpiece, his own safety could be improved once again.
Because the great hero had not made any sound of pain despite being injured, that face was still so resolute and indifferent. But this also finally made Aslan realize what was going on with this great hero's current sense of incongruity.
Everything on this great hero's head was a bit too big. It didn't look like any remote scanning and locking device. On the contrary, it looked more like the restraining helmet used during electrotherapy in the last century in his own world.