Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1169: Chapter 895: A Bouquet Dedicated to Hercules

Accompanied by Huai Shi’s shout, in the distance, the Town of Dusk shook violently!

The middle section of the Eternal Frozen Heart’s tower, its armor loudly fell off, and countless intricate machines extended from it, quickly expanding, transforming into a handgun contour that Huai Shi was extremely familiar with.

——The Ultra-compact Judgment Device · Ammit!

No need for prediction, no need to aim, the Osiris intelligence that had been waiting for a long time had already locked onto Hercules, and now, the moment Huai Shi’s command was given, it fired six rounds in succession!

The emerald green light of judgment instantly traversed the long distance, enveloping all of Hercules’ vital points!

Huai Shi grinned proudly.

What does it mean that no matter how skilled you are, you can’t beat the foreign... Wait?

He was dumbfounded.

Because amidst this binding, Hercules actually opened up a new gap again, raised his shield, and firmly blocked four of the judgment beams.

The rest were also resisted by the armor forged by the Fire God.

Only leaving two cracked dents and fissures.

But immediately after, Hercules heard the sound of the wind breaking.

It was Huai Shi...

On the White Horse, the young opponent actually propped himself up in a fit of anger, crouched on the saddle, and flew towards him!

Does he think there’s a chance to exploit like this!

What a joke!

Even though he was restrained and his arms could no longer react, he was by no means without any power to resist.

Ignoring the pierce of the Spear of Compassion, Hercules lifted his head and smashed towards the young man in front of him!

The spear blade pierced through the arm raised in front of his throat, leaving a deep venom penetrating the bone. And Hercules’ headbutt slammed directly into Huai Shi’s chest.

It was like being hit directly by a cannonball!

Huai Shi was sent flying backwards!

Too reckless, overly aggressive tactics turned this strike into a gamble.

Now, in mid-air, he had nowhere to escape!

Hercules, with all his might, amidst the hissing of the Python, forcibly tore off the chains binding his body, raised his hand, and flowed effortlessly to open the bronze jar at his waist, pulling out the killing move that could decide victory!

The Skull of Medusa!

Within a range of two to ten meters, there was no space to escape, and it was also the area where the curse’s power was the strongest.

As long as one is gazed upon by the cursed eyes of this legendary creature, even himself, would be stiff for a moment!

Victory and defeat have been decided!

Then, at that moment, he realized... he was petrified?

The solidifying grey rapidly spread over him, and in his hand, the vampish head with long snake-like hair was indeed facing in his direction!

That strikingly beautiful face was sneering at him, mocking the slightest oversight of the legendary hero...

When?

Just now...

Or rather, much earlier!

When Huai Shi discovered that Hercules had become his enemy, he began to think about how to defeat this legendary hero, just as this resurrected legend was patiently gathering all the information about him.

This was Huai Shi’s greatest advantage.

Being a figure of illustrious fame in history, everything was already recorded in history, countless secrets were also available at a glance in the Astronomical Society’s database.

Through searching offline content, Huai Shi was completely familiar with all of it.

The twelve great labors, the Blessings of the Gods, various terrifying moves and skills, and all kinds of weapons and trump cards. He was fully prepared for them.

But among them, what he feared the most was not the Sword of the Fire God, nor the terrifying swordsmanship that once killed the Nine-headed Snake in an instant.

It was the existence of Medusa’s Skull.

In Greek myths and legends, this was virtually a BUG-like weapon, and being gazed upon by those cursed eyes, regardless of whether the opponent was a Sacred Beast or a powerful enemy, all faced petrification formed from endless resentment.

The weak would be turned directly into stone statues, while the strong... even more tragic, when fighting such an opponent, even a moment’s hesitation would seal their death.

Even though Huai Shi had an extremely high resistance to all curses, he did not dare gamble on whether he could be exempt.

Precaution must be taken.

But he had no God-gifted weapon, nor any equipment related to mirrors. Creating an ordinary mirror on the spot might get pierced through by the gaze instantly...

Therefore, he had to cautiously guard against the opponent using such an attack from the very beginning, maintain distance, ensure that he always had the ability to react, and ensure the opponent had no opportunity to use such power.

Otherwise, once controlled, the outcome would be dire!

Therefore, at the moment when the previous desperate strike proved ineffective, what emerged in Huai Shi’s heart was not despair and fear, but a ’flash of inspiration’ that even he was amazed by!

The binding of The Sorrow of Index, Beelzebub’s Offensive, the slash of the Axe of Anger, the piercing of the Spear of Compassion... even the gales rushing towards him while galloping, the roar coming from afar.

Huai Shi’s attacks and transformations.

And the collision and compression of that White Horse.

There were too many things to keep an eye on and disrupt, so many that every point had to be vigilant and attended to.

To the extent that Hercules did not notice—Huai Shi’s other hand, quietly, from a place he could not see, turned the jar that sealed Medusa’s Skull, to the other side...

He did not snatch it because it was already bound with Hercules as a Miracle Engraved.

Nor did he destroy it, as Athena’s bronze jar could not be destroyed hastily.

It was simply the most unnoticed, the gentlest, stealthily turning it, in a direction opposite. Even if it was left alone, the horse’s bumping a couple of times would cause the tangled hanging earstrings to loosen by themselves.