A Great Hero

'Sacrificing your Grand Servant's Saint Graph...?'

Even Arkhan couldn't help but be stunned by Heracles's seemingly crazy plan.

Saint Graph serves as the medium through which Heroic Spirits communicate with the Holy Grail, it was their foundation in this world. From a rational perspective, self-destructing a Saint Graph was almost equivalent to giving up on the Holy Grail War.

Previously, Arkhan and Heracles decided to self-destruct their Saint Graphs because they were backed into a corner, with no other choice but to go down fighting. But now, having regained all their complete power recorded on the Throne of Heroes after becoming Grand Servants, they could go head-to-head with Kama.

In this situation, Heracles's determination and resolve to still plan to self-destruct his Saint Graph were much greater than before.

"Isn't this a bit reckless?" Arkhan furrowed his brows slightly, casually incinerating a group of Kama's doubles several meters away with a swing of his greatsword. "Perhaps there's still a weakness in this place that we haven't discovered yet."

"Maybe, but we don't have much time left..." Heracles replied noncommittally. "We've already wasted too much time since the Mage's Association could intervene at any moment. Our Masters might not be able to get away so easily if that happened."

"I didn't realize you were still concerned about that little girl." Arkhan raised an eyebrow. 'Come to think of it, I almost forgot where I had left Celenike.'

"It's not just her, it's also those homunculi." Heracles fired an arrow, shattering a small asteroid in the distance, along with several Kama within a radius of ten meters, engulfed by the explosion. "Don't forget, you promised me this favor."

"Don't worry, I remember all those favors." Arkhan chuckled helplessly. "But isn't the price you're paying a bit too steep for these favors?"

Self-destructing a Grand Servant's Saint Graph was vastly different from a normal Servant's Saint Graph, as normal Servants only present a single aspect of themselves, so self-destructing wouldn't cause much harm.

However, Grand Servants represented their complete and original forms that stood at the top of their Servant class when they descended. Along with accepting more powerful skills, they also took on greater risks. Once they self-destructed their Saint Graph, it could potentially affect the entirety of their records in the Throne of Heroes.

It could range from loss of records and diminished strength to, in severe cases, complete disappearance.

This would be a significant loss for the Counter Force as well, which was why unless it was a special circumstance and truly necessary, the Counter Force wouldn't casually dispatch Grand Servants.

"It's alright... with my strength, I can handle a single self-destruction, I'll just sleep for a while afterward." Heracles said carelessly as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

"Now that you put it that way, would it seem like I'm being overly dramatic if I continue to try and persuade you?" Arkhan smiled as well, taking a few steps back. "Let's get started then, the stage is set for you, the great hero of Greece."

"Thank you." Heracles nodded, took a deep breath, and raised the obsidian longbow in his hand.

His fingers touched the bowstring and slowly drew it back. With his archery skills, he could easily shoot several arrows in a second, but this time, his movements were incredibly slow. His fingers seemed to be pulling a mountain weighing thousands of pounds, requiring immense strength for every millimeter of movement.

A certain indescribable aura gradually spread from Heracles's body, like turbulent undercurrents beneath calm waters, or majestic peaks above the clouds, causing everyone who looked at him to feel an urge to bow down in reverence.

*Hummm—!*

The obsidian longbow, forged in the furnace of Hephaestus, emitted a mournful groan as if it couldn't bear the weight.

*Crack!*

Fine cracks gradually spread along the trembling body of the longbow, as if it were enduring unimaginable pain but managing to hold itself together.

At some point, these cracks also began to appear on Heracles's body, making him look like a porcelain doll that would shatter at the slightest touch. Yet his expression remained solemn, as if an ancient god stood in judgment above, ready to pass sentence on the disrespectful.

"Are you insane?!" Kama exclaimed in shock, her eyes wide with intense fear.

She could see what Heracles was planning, and it was downright crazy!

Why would Servants even exist? It was because they had unfinished wishes in their hearts. They were willing to sacrifice themselves, searching for that glimmer of hope in countless cycles of battle.

And yet, Heracles, who was no longer in a desperate situation like before and could fight head-to-head with her after becoming a Grand Servant, unhesitatingly chose to self-destruct his Grand Servant's Saint Graph just to destroy her realm.

This was nothing but madness!

It was not strange for her to think like that.

By self-destructing like this, Heracles was essentially giving up the chance to obtain the Holy Grail. What was worse, it could even pose a risk to his future battles, since what he sacrificed was not a normal Saint Graph.

This man couldn't be oblivious to all of these consequences, so why would he still do something so stupid and illogical?

It was just incomprehensible!

Until this point, Kama hadn't had time to think any further. She hastily used all her doubles, cursing the muscle-headed brute in her mind while using every means to stop him.

If grudges could kill, Heracles would've died ten thousand times over by now.

Countless towers of light rose from the ground, and numerous azure fire lotuses burned silently. But just as they were about to reach Heracles, countless black holes suddenly opened around Heracles, devouring all these incoming attacks.

"This is the resolve of a hero. I won't allow anyone to disturb him." Arkhan spoke calmly in the face of Kama's fiery gaze.

While Kama and her doubles were cursing Arkhan inwardly, a strange wave suddenly swept over them, making their hearts tremble in unison.

Instinctively, they turned to look, seeing countless light particles emanating from Heracles, then coalescing into an immaculate arrow of light, quietly resting on his bowstring.

Although this arrow wasn't aimed at anyone, at this moment, every Kama couldn't shake the feeling that it was aimed directly at their foreheads.

"Shoot!"

*WHOOOOSH—!!!*

Ancient and resolute declaration flowed from Heracles's lips as the arrow of light shot out like a meteor, bursting into brilliant radiance.

This radiance was even more dazzling than Kama's countless towers of light that had risen before as if it filled every corner of this dark universe.

Arkhan searched through the memories of his two lifetimes but couldn't find suitable words to describe this magnificent scene.