A Mistaken Encounter: The Hero of the World

"...Too weak!" On the tall building closest to the battlefield, Illya looked at the battlefield with concern.

"Yeah!" Hermes looked at Bell with a worried look on his face as he knocked down several pieces of broken walls in succession, and sighed softly.

"Lord Hermes!? Why are you here?" Illya looked at Hermes in surprise, who appeared here quietly.

"After all, not only can we see the fighting between Serven and Bell, but we can also have a panoramic view of the entire Olympia. And this place is truly not affected by the war. It's a really good place~"

"Where have you been, Master Hermes?"

"…Rather than that, let's focus on the battlefield. Hmm, Serven-kun is still very powerful."

Illya looked towards the battlefield not far away—

Serven didn't know when he exchanged positions with Liu. Liu gritted his teeth and struggled under Epimetheus's hands, while Serven protected his whole body with armed color domineering, ignoring the attacks of the fire soldiers. The concise and deadly sword light instantly killed two fire soldiers.

When Liu was completely unable to hold on and was chopped several times by Epimetheus and finally kicked away by Epimetheus, losing his combat effectiveness, Serven had already killed five fire soldiers.

Only Epimetheus and five fire soldiers were left on the field, and it seemed as if they had returned to the scene of the battle at the beginning.

Epimetheus paused.

Serven took the opportunity to kill all five fire soldiers. He suffered some injuries again, but Epimetheus stood there, watching silently as Serven killed all the fire soldiers he summoned, without launching any sneak attacks.

"Do you have any elixir, adventurer?" Epimetheus said to Serven, who was taking deep breaths to adjust his condition. "If you have any, I can give you a chance to take it."

"No need." Serven faced Epimetheus head-on, "Come on--!"

"Good!" Epimetheus had a happy smile on his face, flames surged, and his whole body was covered in the burning [Heavenly Fire].

He rushed in front of Serven and slashed with the flaming sword without reservation. When he found that Serven had avoided it in advance, his eyes flashed with admiration, but he quickly changed his moves with his rich combat experience, changing from slashing to hitting, and Serven could only be forced to resist -

The power has increased again——!

Epimetheus felt his opponent's increased strength, and his fighting spirit surged. He used his powerful strength to knock Serven away, and stomped on the ground to follow. Serven used the Moon Step to stabilize his body in the air, but because of the difference in strength, he was chopped away again.

Epimetheus continued to fly over, and Serven adjusted his posture in the air. The two collided again, and Serven was kicked away.

Epimetheus came up again, but Serven changed direction in mid-air in time and successfully avoided the attack. Then he launched a counterattack with all his strength. The long sword was blocked by Epimetheus's flaming sword. Epimetheus punched Serven in the face, and the greatsword wrapped with [Heavenly Fire] suddenly chopped Serven's body, bringing out a string of flying blood flowers——

Serven fell heavily to the ground. He wanted to get up, but his body was unable to move.

He lost his fighting ability.

Epimetheus sighed with some regret, retracted the [Heavenly Fire] on his body, and was about to turn around and leave.

At this moment--

"——【Fire Lightning】!" Bell cast a magic spell on Epimetheus, which shattered into several sparks without any effect.

Facing an enemy whose strength completely crushed him, Bell rushed towards the enemy without hesitation.

Epimetheus looked at Bell who was attacking him and put his hand on the hilt of his sword. Suddenly, he heard a pleasant bell sound that made him feel calm.

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There was a pure white ball of light dancing on Bell's hand, with tiny dots of hope shining inside, and the bell rang -

“【Flame Lightning】——!”

Epimetheus had originally made a defensive gesture with his great sword, but this time it was different—

Bell's magic was strengthened several times by the protection of [Heavenly Fire]—

Even magic itself is entangled with [Heavenly Fire]——

The quick attack magic that was originally not worth mentioning was actually the same effect as Epimetheus's [Flame Lance]. It exploded on Epimetheus's sword in an instant, blasting him away. [Heavenly Fire] even broke through his flame defense, leaving burning scars on his body.

Bell looked at the former hero who was blown away and spoke——

"I've always admired the heroes of old. One of them said, 'I'm stupid and I'm not good enough. I was chosen just because I happened to be there. But if someone like me can be useful, I'll give it my all.'"

"Shut up!" Epimetheus got up from the ground and angrily slashed at Bell with a sword. Bell rolled on the ground and changed his sword's move, but the protection of [Heavenly Fire] on Bell's body was just as strong, and he just barely left a shallow scar on Bell's body.

........ ....... .......

"Come on - Brother Bell!" Hermes in the distance shouted excitedly for Bell.

"The situation has reversed?" Illya said.

"Yes." Hermes nodded, "Brother Bell has an overwhelming geographical advantage. As a member of Hestia's family, with Hestia controlling the [Heavenly Fire], he now has the greatest protection of the [Heavenly Fire]!"

"Body activation, wound healing, and flame barrier... Bell has now reached the realm of Epimetheus's control over fire."

Bell was still at a disadvantage on the battlefield, but he relied on the protection of fire to avoid fatal injuries, and the minor injuries on his body were quickly healed under the treatment of [Heavenly Fire].

"Feels great, right?" Epimetheus asked, looking at Bell, who was covered in flames.

"--A rough sword can become a peerless sword, a fragile shield can be turned into a solid wall. No matter how clumsy you are, you can become an invincible destroyer--the power of [Heavenly Fire] is awesome, isn't it?"

Bell did not answer his question. He said, "The peak on the top of the mountain, the fire that started, the man who kept praying drew out the flaming sword and began his life as a hero—"

"?!"

“He has destroyed thousands of monsters. Just being the only Overlord brings hope!

In the city that has forgotten despair, the joyous voices of the heroes returning triumphantly rang out. The man on the hill couldn't help crying, and a smile appeared on his face! "

"What is this poem?!"

"He protected the irreplaceable and precious smile, and he wiped away people's tears! Epimetheus saved a poor girl, and he took back the destroyed country from the monster! Men are proud of it -

The seeds left behind by your protection will surely bloom into beautiful flowers in the future!"

Epimetheus was shocked and angry, and kicked Bell. Bell rolled on the ground for a few times and continued to speak -

"One seed becomes ten, ten seeds become a hundred, a hundred seeds... and eventually the whole world will be filled with them!" Bell shouted to Epimetheus, "Epimetheus, you are a true hero! Even though the hero Epimetheus was covered in wounds, he kept cheering himself up! Thousands of years ago, Argo got courage from you, and now I am standing here admiring you as a hero!"

"Shut up!" Epimetheus roared angrily, "What do you know?! Do you know the fate of heroes?

——Being abandoned by everything, nothing is left, only the dignity scattered on the ground at your feet! Giving your all, but in the end, even your comrades can't have a grave! This is the end of a hero!!!"

Chapter 167 Prometheus [Subscribe]

"By the way, little sister Illya, where do you think Prometheus is now?" Hermes asked the witch Illya beside him in the distance on the battlefield.

“…I have no way of knowing the Lord’s movements. He should be watching us from somewhere…”

"Somewhere is that? Not only me, but even other gods are watching the situation in this altar full of flamers. The situation in this place is so critical. Even a cautious Prometheus would not stand by and watch."

"...But I really don't know. To be honest, Ms. Liu said that she saw a god wearing a black robe who called himself Cyrus. Could it be Prometheus?"

"That's absolutely impossible. I can even bet you that he is definitely one of the gods who is worried about Olympia. Let me talk about my reasoning - first of all, Prometheus knew that there would be instability when purifying the [Filthy Flame], that is, Epimetheus who is fighting in front of us. If Prometheus thought it was difficult to control the hatred of the former hero, he should have put a "collar" on him, or more accurately, sent out a "watcher". This person must be more loyal to God than any other existence. No matter what happens, this person must never betray God. After thinking about it, it seems that the only ones who have always been by Eaton's side are you, little sister Illya, and Leia. "

"--And, actually, I heard what you said to Hestia, that you needed to temporarily seal the Familiar's Favor, but you were so nervous when Bell and the others were attacked by the Olympian warriors, and you even denied the authenticity of the "Oracle"--" Hermes took out a ball and tossed it gently.

Illya's expression changed and she took out a similar small ball from her pocket.

"Haha, so I installed an eye on you." Hermes said with a smile as he looked at Illya.

"...It's just a waste of time to keep pretending to be stupid." Illya was silent for a few seconds, then she stretched out her hand and lifted her bangs. Under the influence of divine power, they all fell back. "Yes, my real name is Prometheus."

She continued, "I'm so glad you can see through it - my fellow celestial being, are you satisfied if I tell you my real name?"

"So this is your true face. Aside from Zeus, no god has ever seen a god of foresight. Come to think of it, you were so close to us, yet you managed to hide it from not only me, but also the goddess of hunting and the goddess of forging. Even if you reduce your divine power to zero, the gods should have been able to detect that "abnormality". Your transformation is so perfect, it's no less impressive than that of the great god Zeus."

"You were able to identify me based on just these clues. That's pretty impressive."

"You're too focused on the 'Purification Ceremony'. Also, although Zeus was furious with Prometheus for taking the 'Heavenly Fire' away from heaven, he didn't punish him at all. He should have been tied to a mountaintop and eaten by vultures. Since he didn't do that... I wonder if Prometheus was a very beautiful goddess."

"...Damn it. That old man is such a pushover, always getting in the way of my business."

"So you disguised yourself as a miko to purify the [Filthy Flame]?"

"I don't want to answer any more. All this is because of the mistakes I made in the past. I just dragged everything in the world down with me... and committed an even uglier crime again."

"...I don't intend to sympathize with you, nor do I intend to defend you. But Prometheus, you must have been fighting alone so far, right?"

Hermes continued, "It was the same when you brought down the First Fire. Without the fire you brought, there would be less than half as many children alive today. As a god of foresight, you have a far-sighted vision, so you took tough measures before anyone else. Even if it leaves a root of trouble in the future, you must improve the current situation."

Prometheus said calmly, "But this was also stopped by the dark monster."

"The God Assassin was added after the dungeon, which is equivalent to declaring war on the gods. This is not your responsibility."

"You gods' understanding of that hidden message is a pain to me. It is also a shame." Prometheus said, "Heroic Zeus decided to wait and see the situation, but I was full of murderous intent at the time. But only that time, his choice was correct. I made a mistake... I shouldn't have invested in throwing "fire" into the world."

"The situation has changed now... because of little brother Bell." Hermes watched Bell holding on under the hands of Epimetheus, and then Bell began to recite the poem "Hero Epimetheus".

"...It's too cruel for him." Prometheus looked at the former hero in the distance with some heartache. Bell's words hurt his nerves, and he attacked Bell more and more manically.

Although his strength was completely crushed, Bell still fought tenaciously. Under the protection of [Heavenly Fire], he could even fight back occasionally.

"...What a wonderful view!" Hermes looked at the scene and opened his arms. "Just as justice will be passed down, the story will continue to repeat itself... It is precisely because it is a "heroic epic" that it will be passed down from generation to generation."

Prometheus frowned as he looked at Hermes who was in a state of nervousness beside him.

He continued, "Did you see it? Erebus... and Chardo and Alfia? The hero you are waiting for is here now—"

Bang-!

Bell was knocked to the ground by Epimetheus's sword. The huge difference in strength made it impossible for him to defend himself.

After Epimetheus found it difficult to break through Bell's [Heavenly Fire] defense, he changed to slashing, and struck with tremendous force again and again. Bell could no longer bear it. The bones of his arms were shattered by the powerful force, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He completely lost his fighting ability.

Hermes blinked his eyes. The situation suddenly reversed, leaving him dumbfounded.

"Did you lose?" His shoulders drooped and his tone became particularly depressed.

"Not yet—" Prometheus said, his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

On the battlefield in the distance, Serven stood up again, and the huge sword wound inflicted by Epimetheus on his body was still bleeding.

Although he looked like he was covered in wounds and would fall at any moment, his fighting ability became stronger and his desire to fight became more intense.

Always at a disadvantage, always in a passive position, always injured——!

“Come on, heroes of ancient times—!” He roared angrily and rushed towards the enemy who was far more powerful than himself.

A fanatical expression also appeared on Epimetheus' face. All his power was released, and the [Filthy Sky Fire] once again burned fiercely in his body.

It was like two ferocious beasts colliding and biting each other—

Epimetheus became more and more frightened as the battle went on.

Serven simply gave up blocking and exchanged injuries for injuries.

Every time he is burned by flames, every time he is hit by an attack - his next attack will be more deadly!

This person, this person is obviously not a hero!

however--

This extremely powerful will——

This threat, this oppression—

Epimetheus knew very well that just like the group of people who kept getting stronger in order to cross the Hill of Despair and survive every minute and every second.

Heroes of ancient times!

Exactly the same!

Chapter 168: The Power of Disaster [Subscription Request]

“Even if the enemy is extremely powerful, I can still, with the hero’s shout, ride on my extremely strong will and reach a state beyond my limits!” Prometheus clenched his fists excitedly.

"It seems that Bell is still a little lacking in strength." Hermes shook his head and shouted excitedly for Serven, "What a firm will! What a firm belief! The "Hero Race" has begun. This era is calling for "heroes". Who will become the "bow" of the era! ? "

"Ah! Zeus! You made a wrong judgment. This adventurer is undoubtedly a hero!"

Serven refused to retreat any longer. His surging fighting spirit made him forget the pain of his injury. His attacks became more and more fierce. His strength was even comparable to that of Epimetheus.

His long sword, wrapped in the armament domineering, broke through the fire barrier of the former hero for the first time, bringing blood to his body!

When did the situation suddenly reverse?!

Epimetheus couldn't help but ask himself. He was already feeling timid inside. The other party's will to constantly surpass his limits did make him doubt himself.

It's so dazzling! It's shining like a hero!

But, but——!

"I once wanted to be a hero too--!!!" Epimetheus roared, he was not fighting for himself.

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