Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

This obviously does not include facing this god himself.

Sure enough, after WarGreymon landed, a figure slowly emerged from the dust and smoke, exercising.

Who else could it be but Hercules?

He remained as calm and collected as ever.

There wasn't a single mark left on his robust body.

He glanced back at the ruins that had appeared because of his power.

Hercules' eyes flickered.

Then he raised the weapon in his hand.

As if gathering strength, he took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

The cool air, once it entered the lungs, was exhaled with a scorching temperature.

High-temperature white mist can even be seen in the air.

"WarGreymon".

"understand!"

Seeing Hercules's appearance, Yagami Taichi immediately shouted.

WarGreymon immediately put Taichi Yagami down.

Then it charged toward Hercules.

For guys who use charged attacks right in front of you.

Don't overthink it, just go up and kick him.

Those who hold back their strength in front of you are either very confident or have a screw loose.

Raise its claws at the front, and its body transforms into a tornado as it rushes toward Hercules.

"Let it corrode my body."

"O Lion of Nemea..."

Faced with the approaching WarGreymon, Hercules simply muttered to himself.

As he spoke, the tattoos on his body seemed to come alive and began to spread.

As wisps of white smoke rose, they were accompanied by a sizzling sound of burning.

It's like a hot iron making intimate contact with your skin.

But Hercules seemed completely oblivious to this.

"The first karmic obstacle!"

His fighting spirit suddenly contracted and then erupted all at once.

The lion's head at the tip of the weapon, held high above the head, seemed to come alive, its mane open and its pupils gleaming.

"The lion that devours the earth!"

The fighting spirit around him transformed into a ferocious lion's head and charged towards WarGreymon.

Hercules, who was in the midst of it, finally changed his expression.

That resolute expression seemed to carry a hint of pain.

Hercules was one of the thirteen warrior gods in the Greek pantheon.

He was originally just an ordinary human, but he became a demigod by drinking the blood of Zeus to protect humanity. After undergoing twelve trials, he obtained twelve divine skills.

These twelve divine skills are also known as the "Twelve Calamities and Sins," which doesn't sound too good.

That is indeed the case.

This skill has side effects; each time it is used, Hercules has to endure corresponding pain and suffering.

It is said that for every millimeter his tattoos spread, he endured excruciating pain that even a god would find difficult to bear.

Rather than saying this move is like killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own, it's more accurate to say that this move is like killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own.

It's more accurate to say that Hercules's overwhelming physical strength resulted in him only sustaining 800 damage.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have fainted from the pain by now.

However, Hercules' expression only changed slightly.

It's just like accidentally bumping into something while walking.

The two offensives collided, and neither side showed any intention of backing down.

A head-on confrontation will either result in mutual destruction or one side piercing the other.

After a brief stalemate, WarGreymon's Battle Tornado pierced through Heracles' attack.

Even after that, he lost the strength to move forward and fell to the ground.

But he won this round.

"Don't underestimate me."

Standing upright, WarGreymon charged forward once again.

He could sense that the god before him did not seem to be using his full strength.

But he doesn't care.

If they are enemies, just defeat them.

WarGreymon's thinking is that simple.

"No, I didn't mean to underestimate you."

Hercules, also brandishing his weapon, went to meet them.

He didn't underestimate WarGreymon in the slightest.

In fact, in Hercules' eyes, WarGreymon was a warrior with extremely pure fighting spirit.

Even considering his experience, this is extremely rare.

Such soldiers are worthy of respect.

The reason he held back was because he didn't actually want to fight the two people in front of him.

Despite being a god renowned for his strength, he is surprisingly not warlike.

In the instant he charged forward, Hercules caught a glimpse of a bubble slowly drifting out from the afterglow of smoke and dust.

A hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

Hercules unconsciously began to swing his weapon more frequently.

'Young man, I do not wish to fight you...'

His azure pupils held a complex expression.

Hercules was very agitated.

For some reason, he didn't have much freedom.

Strictly speaking, all he could do was tell the person behind him who had taken a liking to him what had happened, and then use various means to make the other party accept the facts and obediently go back with him.

This is probably what it means to be unable to control one's own destiny.

This was very bad for Hercules.

Chapter 1196 Insights from an Experienced Senior

In the sky, a crow carrying a twig in its beak, preparing to return to its nest, suddenly changed its mind as it flew over a certain area.

I have a feeling that this area ahead is a bit uncomfortable, let's take a detour.

With this in mind, the crow bypassed the area that was originally an unfinished building and instead chose to return to its nearly completed nest in another area.

A battle is raging in the area that was originally an unfinished building, now reduced to ruins.

"boom--"

With a roar, a wild hurricane suddenly rose up and shot straight into the sky.

The dust that had already settled on the ground was kicked up again.

The uneven, potholed ground testifies to the intensity of the battle.

The battle between armed 'humans' and powerful 'non-human creatures' is something ordinary people can't even watch.

In a daze, it seemed as if I had returned to the 'Age of Gods', where gods and monsters walked on the ground, and humans took up weapons and used their wisdom and strength to defeat the enemies high above them.

The scorching 'sun' rises from the ground and then crashes down.

A strange bird, accompanied by a hurricane, cried out mournfully as it hurtled toward the sun.

It penetrates the air before it runs out of strength, and then gradually disappears into the air, becoming transparent.

"This feeling is something I haven't felt in a long time."

Looking at the dragon-human warrior before him, Hercules seemed slightly dazed.

He hadn't experienced a battle like this in a long time.

Because of his personality, he didn't fight many gods when he was in the divine realm.

After becoming the representative of a certain being, he rarely fought.

Because that being seemed to prefer weak humans with shining qualities rather than powerful strength.

Although this 'weak' is actually extremely powerful from an ordinary person's perspective.

Facing the increasingly fierce attacks of WarGreymon.

Hercules's expression gradually became serious.

My mindset has also shifted from initial reluctance to now being fully prepared.

'It's really ugly.'

He brandished his weapon to block WarGreymon's attacks.

Hercules couldn't help but feel a pang of self-reproach.

Although he said he didn't underestimate the other party.

But I have to admit that I had this mentality of "I don't really want to fight the other party, so I'll hold back a little" and "As long as I can recognize the difference in strength, that's enough."

Isn't that just the common mentality of those high and mighty gods?

Although she said she didn't like that kind of god and that she wouldn't do such a thing.

But in the end, I inevitably fell into that superior mindset.

Seriously, it looks awful!

With a sharp look in his eyes, Hercules swiftly repelled WarGreymon.

He will reflect on his problems after he goes back this time.

Without realizing it, I've become the very god I used to hate the most.

If my past self saw my present self, I'd probably feel disgusted.

The turmoil in her mind did not slow Hercules' movements.

Not even the slightest flaw was revealed.

Even if he himself dislikes fighting, he is still a great hero known for his strength.

"I apologize for my previous arrogance..."

He held his weapon level and said with a serious expression.

But before he could even open his mouth, he saw WarGreymon, its face beaming with delight, swinging DragonBreaker down towards his head. He could only hastily raise his weapon to block this deadly blow.

Your constant chatter is so annoying! Who cares about your inner monologue anyway!

WarGreymon, internally shouting with excitement, moved even faster.

The WarGreymon of the past would obediently listen to the enemy's nonsense.