Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1170: Chapter 895: Bouquet Dedicated to Hercules (2)

Unexpectedly, Huai Shi discovered... even Medusa in the copper jar seemed to be cooperating with him!

Starting from Hercules’ great-grandfather, Partheus, this hatred had extended over four generations. Even though she had long lost her mind and soul, the Owner of the Great Mob from the Gorgon lineage also yearned to exact revenge on the hero!

Now, the time for revenge had finally come.

Under Medusa’s venomous gaze, the petrification rapidly spread, and then quickly shattered as Hercules struggled violently. This mere curse could not imprison him.

It could only slow him down by a few seconds.

But a few seconds were enough to determine victory or defeat...

Because right in front of him, where Huai Shi landed, a hoarse voice arose.

Grasp this one chance!

”With all my spirit entrusted upon this sword, virtue shall coexist with our legend!”

It was as if thousands of people chanted in unison, roaring along with that deep voice, solemnly proclaiming their existence to this land far removed from the current circumstances.

Accompanied by the infusion of vast source substance, a pure radiance arose, stretching straight towards the sky dome, swirling up like flames.

Once again, Hercules’s power burst forth, causing the petrification imprisoning him to crumble even faster.

But the light and flame soaring into the sky had already evolved and risen to the highest peak.

”Oh Great Spirits of the Gods, with this sword as a vow—”

Beneath the dazzling brilliance, the Great Priestess from current circumstances lifted her eyes, staring at her opponent, cutting through the darkness with this blazing light.

”—The vast eternal night ends here!”

Accompanied by Huai Shi’s call, the surging radiance converged here, rampaging violently, completely engulfing the figure on the divine horse.

Within the light and flames, a heartrending cry from Aryan rang out.

Soon, it evaporated completely.

Yet afterward, a staggering figure emerged from the fierce light!

Enduring the light’s strike of the sword of virtue, that silhouette advanced, step by step, forward!

The cracked face bore scars of burns.

But in those serene pupils, an unprecedented high fighting spirit emerged!

Enveloped entirely in flames and traces of ruin, the grievously injured Hercules once again raised the Sword of the Fire God, breaking through the scorching light flow.

”To think... you can still fight back!”

That majestic figure reflected in Huai Shi’s rapidly narrowing pupils.

In an instant, it was within arm’s reach.

Slash!

That frightening and terrifying counterattack broke down Huai Shi’s hasty block; he tried desperately to retreat, yet the sword blade carved a crack on his cheekbone.

Before the blood could seep out, it had already evaporated.

Huai Shi suddenly stood firm, and in his hands, the projection of a weapon materialized.

In the boundless steel wasteland, the sound of a thunder-like heartbeat suddenly resonated, spreading instantly, then converging again, carrying the entire earth’s vibrations and power toward Huai Shi’s frame.

In an instant, his pupils turned crimson.

The overload state’s body couldn’t contain this rampant resonance; accompanied by intersecting notes, pure power scattered with iron light.

Those high-pitched notes instantly stacked together.

Head, neck, heart, both arms... and every vital point!

This was a completely different technique from Hercules’s sacred oath, not attacking nine positions in an instant, but overlaying nine attacks into one instant of thirteen chords!

—[Extreme Intention·Symphony]!

Even when reduced to critical condition, what’s there to fear!

Come on!

Slash it out!

Thus, from that cracked shell came the sound of unrestrained laughter.

Hercules’s eyes burned as he slashed the sword blade at the near enemy; the iron light colliding, the intense clamor continued to spread.

Letting those insignificant slashes of steel strike upon himself, further pushing his shattered form toward destruction.

The Sword of the Fire God advanced unstoppably forward.

Piercing into Huai Shi’s chest!

And at that moment, Huai Shi, as if nothing had happened, clenched the Seishui falling from the sky, aiming the sharp crack at Hercules’s heart, and stabbed!

Colliding with each other, blood spurted forth from Hercules’s heart, dyeing the Seishui red.

Hercules bewildered, with wide eyes, leaned on Huai Shi’s shoulder and lowered his head, yet he couldn’t see the Sword of the Fire God piercing from the other’s back.

In front of Huai Shi’s chest, beneath the broken clothes... the door of the Ruins silently opened, in Huai Shi’s familiar old place in the center of the chest.

Swallowing the Furious Flame Sword.

When Huai Shi withdrew and retreated, the Furious Flame Sword re-emerged from the darkness of the Ruins.

Only now did the raging flame’s aftermath and heat explosively erupt from the Ruins, causing blood to seep from Huai Shi’s nose and mouth, as he coughed violently.

Spitting out large mouthfuls of charred smoke and embers.

The remaining bits and pieces of the spawning flesh of the Eternal Beast began to rapidly expand, invading Huai Shi’s body, yet couldn’t shake his soul, instead healing his broken body back to wholeness.

With the aid of this indescribably terrifying sword, the last remnants were finally fully digested under the torment of divine nature.

Huai Shi raised his hand, wiping away the nosebleed on his face.

Lowering his head, he looked at the fallen hero.

”Sorry,” he said.

”I got deceived...”

Hercules suddenly realized, self-mockingly sighed: ”This time, did I lose?”

”It’s just a mere replica making a vessel, what is there to talk about winning or losing?” Huai Shi shook his head, ”I was the one who took advantage, isn’t it? You are indeed the Hercules of the twelve labors.”