Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

At this moment, inside the meat processing plant.

Bazdilot has completed the summoning of the Heroic Spirit.

In the glowing ritual, an archer exuding a majestic aura appeared.

He stared at the group of thugs in suits in front of him with sharp eyes and said:

"I beg you to answer my question, magician...

—Are you the one who will become my master and grant me the trial? "

Chapter 581: All the Evil in This World [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

The man's body was as big as a mountain.

It seems as if it was carved by the god of fire Hephaestus himself, and it is worthy of being called a divine work of art.

The towering and bulging muscles are clearly angular.

The most astonishing thing is that every muscle fiber and every drop of blood flowing through his veins are filled with pure magic power that can be called divine energy.

Just watch here for a few seconds.

Several of Bazdilot's followers were so shocked that they shed tears.

That is an exclamation for something solemn and sacred.

Beyond consciousness, the body seemed to have severed its connection with the spirit, and even if it wanted to escape, it couldn't take a single step.

"The person who decides this question is not me, but you, right? I have a question for you, the great hero of Greece."

Bazdelot stared at the man.

He exuded an extremely strange and gloomy aura.

If the aura emanating from the Heroic Spirit is described as sacred and majestic, then Bazdilot is like a demon immersed in a quagmire.

That dirty, dark—

If he didn't look like a human, people would probably subconsciously think he was some kind of monster in human skin.

"Just ask."

"To win, would you attack a child?"

The moment Bazdilot said this.

The surrounding atmosphere seemed to become heavy in an instant, and the heroic spirit's expression also became gloomy.

Mafia subordinates outside the summoning ritual.

They looked terrified.

Obviously, Bazdilot's question made the heroic spirit unhappy, and the nerves of the people around him became tense.

"What's wrong? Answer the question quickly. Are you willing to kill a child just to win?"

Bazdilot seemed very impatient.

He repeated again.

——You will die. You will die!

It's like this intuition is acting up.

Even the mafia subordinates around were trembling with fear, their faces as pale as wax.

Even if they wanted to stop the boss from speaking, they couldn't.

Because, rather than being killed by a great hero, they feared dying at the hands of Bazdilot.

"Impossible. How could that be possible? Anyone who dares to give me such an order is my enemy.

There is no need to explain the identity of the heroic spirit.

He is a famous hero in Greek mythology who has overcome twelve trials and ascended to the throne of God.

His name is Hercules.

Due to a conspiracy by the gods, he once accidentally killed his own child and eventually fell into madness.

So, Bazdilot asked this question.

It's almost the same as seeking death.

At this moment, a pressure like an arrow was locked on Bazdilot.

However, Bazdelot remained calm and said, "I have long since put life and death aside. It seems that the Command Seals can be put to use after all."

He took off the glove on his left hand, and the crimson command seal was exposed to the air.

Hercules just watched him do it.

If you think that the Command Seals alone can restrain this great hero, you are completely wrong.

Therefore, it is better to let the other party fall.

It's also good to learn a lesson.

The great hero still maintained his noble attitude towards humanity, but he obviously misjudged one thing -

This man is an inhuman being who feeds on madness.

He shouldn't be measured by ordinary people's cognition.

"In the name of the Command Spell, I order you—you are not allowed to cover up!"

“Hmm…?”

Hercules didn't understand for a moment.

However, when the light flashed in front of Bazdilot's hand, the magic power in his body became uncontrollably agitated.

Suddenly, a bad premonition arose.

Before Hercules could even think of taking action, Bazdilot spoke again, "Use the Command Seal once more and give the order—recall all the humans you have ever met!"

It felt like my consciousness was wrapped in something.

Hercules didn't have time to think about the second order. His mind was directly immersed in the deepest memories.

Kneeling before him and howling like a wild dog for mercy, it was an ugly tyrant.

The blond captain who always had a smug look on his face that made people smile...

A beloved wife who chose to commit suicide.

In his madness, he killed his son.

And there is also a close friend who understands and cherishes him like a confidant, the man who resolutely chose to rebel against God for everything he loves and did what he could not do.

Everything was like a flood.

Madness flooded into my mind.

Whether a person is good or evil, there is no exception.

Regardless of the order of their encounters, one figure after another overlapped and vanished. Hercules felt as if he were reliving his past life, experiencing both joy and pain, the latter being more prevalent.

However, he is still a world-famous hero after all.

Even in the face of this pain, he still endured and stretched out his arms to Bazdilot.

"Once again, command with the Command Seal—"

Bazdilot raised his right arm and said coldly.

He stood there like a gargoyle without moving, and the sound of broken bones and gushing blood could be heard from his body.

Facing this great hero who had transcended twelve trials to become a god, Bazdelot had to endure the intense pain brought about by the backlash of the opponent's magic power even with the help of Command Seals.

However, he seemed to be born without emotions.

He simply gave orders to his followers in an extremely cold manner, and never blinked an eye no matter how much pain they suffered.

——This man is very dangerous. He possesses powers far beyond those of any magi of this era.

——I must shovel it 2.4 before I am completely eroded.

Hercules had the consciousness of a hero.

Even if it was for the lives of people he had never met, he could not let them continue.

"Thou, accept the man's coat!"

Black tears of blood welled up in Bazdilot's eyes.

Hercules's hand was only inches away from him, about to strangle Bazdilot's throat.

—Wait, that's not blood.

Hercules noticed something unusual. What was flowing out of Bazdilot's eyes was some kind of black mud.

It wasn't just pouring out of Bazdilot's sleeves.

Along with the wounds on the surface of his skin.

At this moment, Hercules finally understood the true nature of the man in front of him named Bazdilot.

He harbors within him all the evil of humanity in this world!

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Where does the black mud come from?

This has to start from the Third Holy Grail War.

At that time, Francesca took advantage of the Nazis' fight for the Holy Grail base and successfully obtained the black mud.

Now, the only humans who can raise black mud are Francesca and Bazdilot. Anyone else who gets infected with black mud will end up becoming a madman.

The black mud was a gift from Francesca to Bazdilotte.

She also added a variable to the Holy Grail War.

Today, these variables will be superimposed once again, and the results will be far beyond Francesca's imagination.

The black mud is like a highly acidic poison.

In an instant, what poured in like a flood was the poisonous blessing stored in the darkest beginning of human nature.

Not only did it flow out from Bazdilot's body, some of it also came out from the gaps in the workshop ceiling.

A certain red and black object flowed in simultaneously with the magic power of the Command Spell.

It was eroding Hercules' body.

Bazdilot not only relies on Command Seals and black mud, he also uses Eastern spells to continuously transmit magical power.

The overflowing black mud spread out like a tide.

Those who were in the workshop showed fear on their faces, as one of them was about to be touched by the black mud.

“Drink ah ah ah—!”

Hercules made his choice.

At this critical moment, he was not thinking about escaping, but about unleashing all the magic power in his body.

A magical storm arose that was powerful enough to shake the entire space.

The people who were standing around and were about to be eroded by the black mud were also thrown away by his angry shout.

It would have been possible to escape from this predicament long ago.

When Bazdilot gave the three orders, he knew he couldn't go back to his original state.

So, at least save the humans in front of you.

This action made by Hercules undoubtedly revealed a flaw in front of Bazdilot.

"Great hero of Greece, what I need is not your heroic strength, but your greed to achieve your goals at any cost.

Even if you ultimately reach a noble path in life, I still want you to be able to choose cruel means without hesitation in the future. I need your persistence as a human being."