"Mythical Yggdrasil (Legend of the Holy King)!!"
Without saying a word, Wu Ming instantly freed the real name of the holy spear.
The original holy spear in his hand, as if turning into light, shone with boundless light.
Even Heracle and Caligula couldn't help but raise their hands to block out the blinding light.
"Pure brilliance, sacred world tree, help me purify my sins!!"
Wu Ming shouted loudly and threw the aurora pillar in his hand like a javelin at Caligula.
After all, Wu Ming didn't know Caligula and didn't know if he was a strong threat.
But Wu Ming knew that Heracles could be resurrected eleven times and would be immune to any attacks he received.
Therefore, he chose to kill Caligula, the unknown Berserker, first.
"Oh, ah, ah -!!" The dramatic pain made Caligula growl.
The spear of light hit Caligula's body directly at a speed that didn't make him react, and passed through him, leaving a glowing hole in his body.
"Bang-!!" Then, Caligula immediately exploded, and also overturned Heracles, who had not had time to leave Caligula's side.
It's Wu Ming, no, it should be the Holy King's light power.
At this point, the Roman army of Berserker Caligula had withdrawn from the stage.
"Aum-!!" Heracles roared and rose, roaring at Wu Ming.
"Next, it's your turn." Wu Ming moved with one hand, and the holy spear that turned into light returned to his hand and turned into an entity.
Heracles' Noble Phantasm, GodHand, was truly powerful, even more underhanded than the cheating Wu Ming.
Immune to damage of Rank B and below, and can be resurrected eleven times, and has strong resistance to attacks that kill it once. If the master has high qualifications and sufficient magic power, the lost awakening time can be recovered.
Now Wu Ming is very strong, and he is not sure that he can kill Heracles and let him off the stage.
But…
"No need to kill you, just hit." With that, Wu Ming rushed towards Heracles.
"Um!!" Heracles roared frantically when he saw the man in white running towards him.
After all Heracles was also a demigod hero, he could be said to be the most famous hero in Greece, even if he was a Berserker class and lost his mind, he still had some pride.
How could Heracles be afraid that the Noble Phantasm would be released as soon as he appeared, and that his opponent, who was also a Berserker like himself, would disappear in a matter of seconds? Not only did he look a little whiter than herself, with a bit more magic power, and her ability value wasn't the same as hers. This
"Aum-!!" I, Heracles, am not afraid!
Along with his roar, Heracles leapt up, wielded the ax and sword towards Wu Ming, and slammed him hard.
Even though Heracles lost most of his wits, his bodily instincts were still there, and those bodily instincts made him directly hit Wu Ming.
"Boom!" There was another small hole in the hole that was originally a big hole, and smoke and dust filled the small hole.
"Hey—" The white spear shot out smoke and dust, and then swept out, and the smoke and dust were swept away, and the white armor was not stained by a trace of dust.
Wu Ming blocked it with the holy spear when Heracles hit him with the ax and sword, and with this Noble Phantasm, even without the resistance of the holy spear, Heracles hit him, and it would not cause any damage.
To put it simply, this Wu Ming Noble Phantasm was stronger than the body of Heracles' Twelve Trials.
"Aum-!!" Perhaps seeing that his attacks were ineffective, Heracles roared again and rushed towards Wu Ming.
Wu Ming saw Heracles rushing over, stretched his hand behind his back, grabbed the cloak, and threw the cloak at Heracles.
Heracles slashed the cloak in half with his ax sword, and the cloak turned into particles that were carried away by the wind. Then, the tip of the spear that followed the cloak was revealed in front of Heracles.
The tip of the spear stabbed Heracles in the head, but how could it stab him with a heart.
As soon as Heracles turned his head, he easily dodged the stab.
"Um!!" Immediately after, Heracles roared, and swept aside the already close Wu Ming with his ax and sword.
Wu Ming, having missed a single hit, held the tail of the spear in his hand, used the holy spear as a pole, and plunged it into the ground behind Heracles.
The surrounding magic immediately gathered, and light appeared behind Heracles.
"Boom!" A kick containing the magic power of "light" was kicked hard behind Heracles, and he was kicked by Wu Ming to the bottom of the pit.
After all, the two were now fighting on the slopes of the crater. With Wu Ming's kick, and the influence of gravity, Heracles rolled towards the center of the crater.
Pulling the leg that was still moving from the kick, Wu Ming took a steady step and pulled the holy spear from the ground.
Wu Ming's kick had just reached Rank A, and it was slightly exceeded.
Not even Heracles could withstand this blow.
However, there is an injury, but it will definitely not affect the battle much.
On his way to the bottom of the pit, Heracles plunged his ax and sword into the ground, braked suddenly, and then turned around.
"Aum-!!" Heracles was even more furious at Wu Ming's contempt for the great Greek hero.
At this time, Wu Ming heard a voice.
"Phoebus Catastrophe! "
In an instant, countless green arrows intertwined with powerful magic power charged at the basin, and a row of arrows landed directly on Wu Ming.
"Boom boom boom!"
Wu Ming was buried by the arrows, and the smoke and dust produced by the arrows filled the hole.
Then, a spaceship appeared in the air.
As the name suggests, spaceships, sailboats with beautiful shapes and flying into the sky.
The green figure stood on the bow, still maintaining the posture of drawing a bow.
After seeing his Noble Phantasm hit Wu Ming, Atalanta spoke up.
"Come back, Heracles," Atalanta said to Heracles in a calm tone that neither ordered nor pleaded.
"Roar!!" Even though Heracles was summoned, he basically didn't listen to the words of the Holy Grail holder, but to Atalanta, Heracles would still obey her a little.
Immediately, Heracles jumped suddenly and jumped into the spaceship.
Then, Atalanta looked at the place where the smoke and dust were gradually spreading.
Even though Atalanta's Noble Phantasm was a Rank B Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, to Wu Ming, who could block even Heracles' attacks, any arrow alone could not threaten him at all. Even if Atalanta deliberately concentrated the arrows, she probably wouldn't be able to do any damage to Wu Ming.
That's the truth.
After the smoke and dust had completely dissipated, Wu Ming's clean figure was still standing in the nearly shattered pit.
"Such a familiar Noble Phantasm, I think it must be you." Wu Ming said lightly