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

Bazdilot wasn't sarcastic, nor was he excited.

It's just a declaration of victory in this struggle.

The noble hero was ultimately defeated by the mad devil. The fact is so simple and clear.

However, is this really the case?

"What a show... Tiamat, you should be able to handle this black mud, right?"

Suddenly, a sound came from inside the workshop.

This was a sound and color that Bazdilot was not familiar with.

——Someone invaded the workshop!

Bazdilot immediately thought so.

However, when he tried to move his limbs, damage to his flesh made it impossible for him to move.

Bones and blood vessels all over the body were broken.

No matter what, he couldn't move freely.

"Leave it to me, Mom... I'll use the Sea of Life to offset it."

Entered the venue accompanied by male voices.

There is also the black mud sea that is like a wave, and its force is far more ferocious than the black mud in Bazdilot.

It's like the difference between parents and children.

In a blink of an eye, Bazdilot's black mud was swallowed up and submerged by the even larger sea of mud.

"........."

The most shocked person was Bazdilot.

Only he who has nurtured the black mud in his body can understand that it represents all the evil of human beings.

What existence can devour it!?

Just coexistence is the limit of limits, and devouring is something that ordinary people dare not even think about.

Despite this, Bazdilot remained calm.

There was no expression on his face.

Only the few flashes in his eyes could show that he still possessed human emotions.

"Who are you? Why can you swallow this?"

Bazdelot stared at Tiamat.

Faintly, he felt from the woman an aura even more majestic than that of Hercules.

"Because I am everyone's mother."

Tiamat answered bluntly.

Her frank and kind look made Bazdilot stunned.

Such an irrelevant answer.

It was impossible for Bazdilot to believe it.

In fact, Tiat did not deceive him.

The essence of black mud is the evil of mankind in this world.

However, the one in front of Heini is the original mother, and humans are just one of her children.

All the evil in this world.

In Tiamat's eyes, they were just tears shed by a child throwing a tantrum, without the slightest threat.

It is just the evil of a single human race.

How could it possibly affect the Supreme Mother of All Creations?

What's more, Tiamat herself qualifies as the second beast, so it's not certain who will devour whom.

"This voice...could it be..."

At the same time, Hercules endured the pain and uttered a faint murmur from his mouth.

He has not yet been completely swallowed by the black mud.

"Hercules, you're still the same as always... You'd save even an enemy soldier without hesitation."

Moran walks on a sea of mud.

He walked up to Hercules.

Currently, Hercules is in an extremely violent state and is almost on the verge of a reversal.

Mafia henchmen watching the scene.

First they saw their boss dancing in a minefield, and now they saw Moran playing with fire next to a pile of explosives.

It can be said that it would not be surprising if they were scared to death.

There are no normal people in this Holy Grail War.

"Hehe...447. Hehe...If it weren't for this situation, maybe...we could have a drink together after such a long time...But since you are here...then I can rest assured."

The corners of Hercules' mouth curled up slightly.

Despite the pain, he still managed to smile.

Different from being entangled in hatred before.

At this moment, the joy in the hero's heart seemed to outweigh all the evil in the human world, and no one knew why.

"What are you worried about? You're just too stubborn. Although you're very powerful, you always make mistakes. Do you need me to nickname you Hai Wuli? This time, I'm not going to let you go back to your seat like this."

"Could it be that... you have a way...?"

I can feel that I am becoming increasingly diluted, while the evil side of me is becoming increasingly expanded."

"There is a way. However, because of the Command Seal, your spiritual foundation has been contaminated. I cannot cleanse it for you."

This was originally Bazdilot's summoning ritual.

However, this was disrupted by Moran and Tiamat, who stood there as if the factory was their own home.

Not only did he treat Bazdilot as air, he also started talking directly to Hercules.

What Bazdilot couldn't figure out the most was—

Who is that man? Why is he able to chat with Hercules so familiarly?

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Could it be that... they know each other?

That man is also a summoned Heroic Spirit!?

Bazdilot had this guess.

But, thinking about it this way, he couldn't understand why the other party didn't kill him and Hercules immediately.

Bazdilot even heard Moran seem to say that Hercules should continue to maintain his limits.

Everyone in the world knows the name of Hercules.

If it is a summoned Servant.

It is even more impossible that they are unaware of the terrifying power of this great hero, and other masters will never let the tiger go back to the mountain.

"...In that case, I'll continue to maintain my limit."

"If you don't want this, I won't force you. Hercules, this is just my selfish desire."

Moran stared deeply at Hercules.

It seemed as if he was saying that given the relationship between them, there was no need for any scruples or concealment.

However, Hercules smiled.

Enduring the erosion pain that was dozens of times more painful than snake venom, he still managed a hearty smile:

"This is my wish. Don't be so self-righteous. You've always liked to take everything on yourself, whether it was on the ship or during the time with the gods... Why can't this be my own selfish desire?"

Hercules retorted with what Moran had said when they met.

Use the way of the person to treat the person's body.

Who says a great hero can't be so sharp-tongued?

Yes, even heroes have selfish desires.

Among the many regrets he had in his lifetime, there were two: one was that he was unable to fight Moran in his prime, and the other was that he was unable to catch up with the War of the Gods.

However, Moran believes that compared to Hercules, he himself is not a hero.

Throughout, he was simply being true to human nature.

It is absolutely impossible for Moran to sacrifice himself for someone he had never met, just like Hercules.

Therefore, such a great hero is qualified to seek personal gain.

If even such a noble and heroic hero is not qualified, who else in the world is qualified?

"You're so frank, it's unlikely you would say that. Could it be that this black mud has taken its toll on you?"

"Who knows... If I hadn't been affected, I think the wish I would have made to the Holy Grail, besides redeeming the sins I committed in my lifetime, would have been to be reunited with you all..."

A look of relief appeared in Hercules' eyes.

In the memories of those seen by those whose Command Seals were revealed.

For this great hero, the time he spent on board the ship was the most relaxing and enjoyable experience in his life.

Therefore, against the backdrop of this dazzling experience, the human evil deep in his spiritual base has expanded so much.

It is knowing its beauty.

Therefore, he hated the existence that defiled all of this and longed for revenge.

There is no love without reason in the world.

Similarly, there is no hatred without reason.

If there are people who keep saying "I love humanity" all the time, then there is a high probability that such people have an excessive understanding of the evil of humanity and despise humanity more than anyone else in their hearts.

And the hero is after knowing all this.

A superman who still chooses to open his chest and embrace humanity.

"What... is going on now?"

The mafia subordinates exchanged glances in confusion.

They no longer understand the situation.

——Why was the great Greek hero summoned by Boss Bazdilot chatting so happily with that man?

It's just like brothers chatting about family matters.

So weird that it's creepy.

If the room had not been filled with black mud, they would have thought that Moran and Hercules were going to sit down and drink and sing.

Outrageous!It's too ridiculous!

"Aren't you worried about committing new sins?"

Moran looked inquiring.

In fact, after Hercules expressed his wish, he was already allowing the mud sea of life to climb onto his body.

Asking questions is just a final greeting.

"You mean, in this era when you're around?"

"Haha...you really have thought it all through."