Super God: If I punch you, you will die

She was struck directly. Her body was instantly sent flying, rolling several times on the ground. Fortunately, the Dragon Tooth soldiers ordered to kill her became cushions for her impact. As the price for absorbing the impact, three Dragon Tooth soldiers were smashed to pieces; otherwise, she would probably have been sent flying to the edge of the battlefield. That was a technique that required incredibly powerful force and constantly accumulating magic to execute.

No, could that just now really be considered a technique?

Ruler, standing up again, wiped the blood from her lips. The body she possessed… Leticia's backup was secured. When Ruler achieved her goal, or was defeated along the way, Leticia's body would instantly revert to its original posture and be forcibly transferred to a safe location depending on the situation. Any injuries sustained during this process would be immediately regenerated.

Therefore, it can be said that it doesn't matter how many injuries Ruler suffers... but if he were caught off guard by that attack, he would probably be close to death.

As if seeing through her hesitation, countless beams of light suddenly poured down from the sky.

"What……!"

Those seven-colored beams of light, which would even be considered beautiful if not on a battlefield, were not targeting Ruler...

"Oh!"

It was a howl mixed with anguish and joy. "Red" Berserker, injured, immediately began healing his torn flesh. However, even the rebellious hero Spartacus was probably nearing his limit.

No, actually, he had already surpassed his limit. He endured and endured, bearing all the suffering and pain; all he needed to do now was release it…

In an instant, Ruler understood the intentions of the "red" team that shot out the beam of light from the sky and Berserker's own objective.

With a deafening roar, his target was the Suppressor and his subordinates... which means...

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"Should we destroy everything on this battlefield...!"

Although the "Red" team is no exception, they are currently at the floating fortress, and it is not impossible for them to move to an area that the Berserker cannot reach.

As for the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, they were nothing more than grunts to them, and of course they didn't care about the lives of these artificial beings.

On the other hand, the problem lies with the "black" side. This was probably an unexpected situation for them as well. Who could have predicted that "Roar of the Flawed Beast" would be such a terrible Noble Phantasm?

The immense magical power he had accumulated, along with his body that had undergone changes during the accumulation process, had likely already broken free from the constraints of the contract. Even a Heroic Spirit with A-rank magical resistance, who could only withstand a single Command Seal, would probably be unable to restrain him.

Because Command Seals are a form of binding force from above. No matter how low a being is, as long as they are a Master, they are superior to Servants.

Even under normal circumstances, it takes two Command Seals to make Spartacus, a rebellious hero, obey orders. In the current situation, it's likely that even three Command Seals wouldn't be enough.

Yes, that means "Red" Berserker will absolutely not stop. Assuming he unleashes his next attack with full force, the damage would likely affect the entire battlefield. Not only that, but the fortress of Milenia, located between the city and the battlefield, might not be spared either.

So, what should be done...? In his distress, Ruler received a divine revelation. A tingling, numb pain came through a Command Seal.

Ruler stared in astonishment into the distance. Although he couldn't see the object, he could sense its overwhelming and immense magic.

The Servant's state parameters have been rewritten. Two Servants were affected: one changed from a healthy state to death, and the other changed from a near-death state to…

Once upon a time, there was a hero, a great hero who slew a dragon.

He is perfect in every way, a complete and flawless hero. He is a man who has won the admiration of everyone and is often sought after for his immense power.

He was happy… that’s what the hero thought. This thought never changed until his dying breath. He never succumbed to overwhelming power, nor did he ever bow to despair.

All that remained were words of blessing and praise. From birth to death, nothing had changed... the hero thought.

The perfect hero who constantly fulfills people's demands is ultimately asked to die himself.

What he did in the past as a request has now become his punishment. His sworn brother, who is in love with a beautiful woman, asked him for help in winning her over, and he solved the problem by taking her place. While that might not be a crime, it's certainly not something to be praised.

Because this matter became known to those around them, the hero had thus damaged the woman's reputation and dignity. She was no ordinary woman, but a princess of a nation. Therefore, he anticipated an ugly dispute... and said to the man who had once called him a friend and shared drinks with him:

"Ah, things in this world never go as planned. Hagen, because I am invincible, you can never hurt me. But even so, I still beg you to kill me."

The man who had once been a friend granted the hero's wish. Driven by unwavering determination, he found the hero's weakness and, despite knowing it was a despicable act, racked his brains to devise various schemes, aiming at the hero's back while he drank water. Although fully aware of his actions, the hero gave up resistance.

The hero left behind no dishonorable or foolish image; he simply departed this world as a tragic hero, deceived by treachery and murdered. His former friend, however, became infamous as a rare villain who killed the hero by despicable means.

The matter should have ended there. The conflict was eventually resolved, and the hero passed away... It should have been just that kind of story.

However, this instead led to the worst possible outcome, far exceeding the hero's predictions.

The hero's wife was blinded by revenge, which led to the deaths of many men.

This must be because the hero is loved and cherished by everyone, so he doesn't really understand what unwavering love is... that is, the passionate love that makes one want to repay the one they love tenfold once the other is killed.

Or perhaps it's because he keeps repeating the practice of responding only to requests that he feels he won't respond even to someone he loves unless they make a request.

As a result, his wish was never fulfilled. For a hero who wasn't fighting evil or doing good deeds, but simply focused on "fulfilling his wish," this was probably unavoidable.

However, the hero had a vague thought as he faced death. It seems that only when confronted with death did he finally realize clearly what he "wanted to do".

I was born a hero, and I will die a hero. I have no regrets about it. I can confidently say that I have not encountered any unpleasant things in my life.

Even so, I still think this way. What if I weren't a prince, what if I were just an ordinary man.

Will I then be able to pursue my ideals without any distractions?

Ah, if I could have a second life, please let me realize my dreams.

It doesn't matter if no one acknowledges me, it doesn't matter if I don't receive anyone's praise. I want to acknowledge myself, I want to be proud of myself. Only there can I find what I crave, only there can I find what I hope for.

I want to stand by the side of those I trust. If I can do that... I can live with my head held high.

It's not about fighting for others, nor is it about fighting for oneself.

For the benevolence I believe in, for the righteousness I believe in, for the loyalty I believe in, for the love I believe in, let me take up this sword and face it with this flesh.

That is my dream, my wish.

I... want to be a friend of justice.

The intense pain from the back of my left hand forced me back to consciousness.

"Woo..."

The excruciating pain, like being burned by a soldering iron, began to gradually subside. Am I still alive? Since I could still feel pain, I probably am still alive.

However, this wasn't the battlefield he had returned to with Ruler. The cold, hard surface of rock pressed against his back. It seemed… he had returned to a place he had been before.

Perhaps still bothered by the sharp pain he had just felt, Lin Yan unconsciously looked at his left hand.

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"what?"

He felt a sudden chill. Lin Yan had been endowed with basic knowledge of the Holy Grail War from birth. Therefore, it was only natural that he felt astonished, as if even the excruciating pain had vanished instantly.

"Impossible, this is...!"

There were three lines on the back of his left hand. He knew perfectly well that these were the proof of being a Master in the Holy Grail War... namely, the Command Seals.

No, there's a subtle difference compared to regular Command Seals. While it's normal for different Masters to have different Command Seal patterns, those should all have red patterns. But this one looks black no matter how you look at it.

The black patterns that appeared on Lin Yan's fair skin gave people a creepy feeling.

Suddenly, the aura of a massive creature approached from behind. A terrifying sensation, so intense it sent shivers down his spine, made him freeze instantly. Instinct told him he absolutely could not turn around. He tried his best to ignore the hissing breath.

But the thing behind it is undoubtedly malicious.

I must fight. I must pick up a sword and fight. And an ordinary sword won't do. Not even the sword that "Black" Rider gave me.

What he needs is a magic sword capable of achieving the feat of "slaying the dragon." It must be a sword sung in legends and whose name is etched in history.

You idiot, there's no such thing.

Idiot, you already have that thing.

The thought that came to mind was easily overturned by the whispers.

His right hand gripped the hilt of the sword, half of the blade buried in the ground. It seemed he had to pull it out. To defeat the creature behind him, he had to draw this sword…

Lin Yan didn't hesitate at all. He gripped the hilt firmly, intending to draw the sword in one swift motion.

"Ugh...!"

However, it couldn't be pulled out. Even with all its might, the sword remained motionless. It felt as if someone was tightly gripping the blade of a sword buried in the ground.

If I don't pull it out, I'll die. A chilling sense of terror swept across my neck. My survival instinct told me that I would die if I didn't pull out the sword.

Terror alone can kill. When faced with something terrifying that doesn't belong to this world, even if the body isn't destroyed, the spirit will die. This is inevitable if there's no means of resistance.

You can't draw the sword.

However, you can do it if you say so.

The Command Seals on his left hand began to flicker eerily. The Command Seals contained immense magical power. They could reverse the laws of the universe; beyond what magic could do, they could even recreate mysteries approaching the realm of magic.

So, what exactly is the force required to pull out this sword?

The one who is desired is not you.

The person you crave is not you.

The answer has been given. The heart bestowed upon him, the immense magical power gained at the moment of rebirth, and the black Command Seal that appeared on the back of his hand. Everything overlapped, everything converged in one direction.

I cannot resist, nor do I intend to resist. Even if this is a path that someone has laid out for me, I don't care.

This is the path I have chosen.

This is the path you have chosen.

Is that so? In that case...

"I command my body with the Command Spell."

One of the strokes in the Command Seal began to shimmer with white light. As the light expanded, Lin Yan's body changed. The information of the Heroic Spirit was transmitted into his body. This allowed his physical information to manifest on his appearance, his combat experience to accumulate, his inherent abilities to materialize, and even his Noble Phantasm to reappear.

However, even the Command Spell can only maintain the effect of this miracle for a very short time.

Specifically, it's 180 seconds. That's the limit of how long a Command Seal can maintain a Heroic Spirit's reappearance. Once that time is exceeded, Siegfried will revert to Lin Yan.

That would be enough… Lin Yan thought. Even if it was only for three short minutes, as long as this body could help him, as long as this body could become the force to save them…

He didn't hesitate at all. He was willing to accept ruin, decline, or a miserable death as long as he could get what he sought.

There was no need to channel power into his right hand; it was as if the key lay in willpower, and the sword was drawn in an instant. He returned to the radiant hell.

Thinking he should at least see what the monster looked like, he turned around... only to find himself standing there blankly.

Let's leave that for later. Right now, I have things I must do. Lin Yan abandoned his contemplation and chose to walk straight ahead.

Three minutes... Although it was only a brief three minutes, this recreation was absolutely perfect. In terms of physical abilities, Lin Yan had perfectly recreated "Black" Saber Siegfried.

A fantastical greatsword hung on his back, and his body was covered in silver armor. His chest was wide open, revealing skin stained brown from bathing in dragon blood. That skin was covered in dragon scales, impervious to any weapon or magic. Except for a certain part of his back…

This miracle is made possible by the dragon's curse, and this transformation is permitted by the dragon's heart; hence, it is called the Dragon Command Spell. It is a 180-second crystalline life form that brings one closer to death with each use.

Thus, the legendary hero... the "Dragon Slayer" returned to the world once again.

It was a massive impact that nearly froze all the Servants present. First, they sensed a huge mass of magical energy spreading out like an explosion, and then an incredibly intense "thing" was born.

The "Red" Rider and the "Black" Archer, who had been locked in a standoff, temporarily ceased their battle and rushed out of the forest...

"Black" Caster also stopped manually manipulating the puppet.

While wary of each other, the "black" Lancer and the "red" Lancer also turned their attention to "that thing".

"Red" Archer stopped his galloping legs and looked at "what" with a dumbfounded expression.

Both "Red" Caster and "Red" Assassin could not hide their astonishment.

Even the "red" Berserker stopped moving for a moment.

Despite being puzzled by what was happening, "Red" Saber still sent an urgent telepathic message to her Master:

"Hello, Master."

"What's wrong."

"I need to confirm, all the Servants on the 'Black' side should have been summoned by now!"

"should be."

"So, who is that guy in front of me!"

"I'm also looking through the owl's eyes, so it looks like a Servant."

"As I see it, that guy isn't Archer, Lancer, Rider, Berserker, Caster, or even Assassin. He's Saber, just like me! What on earth is going on...!"

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"But this is, after all, the Holy Grail War."