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Emiya stepped forward and swung his fists.
The incoming White Crane Knights shattered one after another.
These familiars were deadly to ordinary magi, but to Emiya, they were nothing.
His strength was already enough to contend with Servants.
A few White Crane Knights didn't matter.
In just a few steps, he reached Rin Tohsaka.
Illya's expression darkened the moment she saw this.
She knew something was wrong.
She might look like a child, but that didn't mean she was one.
Maybe ten years ago.
Not now.
Seeing Emiya arrive, Rin's spirits lifted.
She smiled triumphantly.
"It seems the balance of victory has tipped in my favor, Illyasviel von Einzbern."
Illya smiled back and lifted her skirt, giving a polite curtsy.
"Rin Tohsaka, I admit defeat this time."
"But the Holy Grail War has only just begun."
"It's still unknown who will win or lose."
"You won't always be this lucky."
She opened her mouth, about to call out.
"That won't happen."
Emiya interrupted her mid-summon.
He appeared in front of her just one second before she could call Heracles.
This was the key moment of the Holy Grail War.
Since he had encountered it, Emiya wouldn't let it pass.
Illya's mind went blank.
Emiya was suddenly right in front of her.
Fear flooded her heart.
"Come back, Berse-"
At the same time, the Command Seal on the back of her hand began to glow.
But Emiya was faster.
He clenched his fist and gently tapped her head.
Bang.
Illya's eyes closed.
She collapsed instantly.
The moment she lost consciousness, Berserker went berserk.
Heracles swung his massive axe-sword, knocking Red Archer away, then charged forward without hesitation.
His goal was simple.
Kill Emiya.
Save Illya.
He rushed forward like a runaway train.
The ground shattered under his steps.
A wild killing intent swept outward like a tidal wave.
In the blink of an eye, he reached Emiya.
The axe-sword flashed, cutting toward Emiya's waist.
The air split apart.
Shockwaves rolled outward.
Emiya shot Red Archer a glare.
This guy was clearly slacking off.
With his strength, it was impossible for him to be shaken off so easily by a mindless Heracles.
Still, Emiya didn't dare underestimate the charge.
Mana Burst surged through his body.
Armament Haki followed.
Ko covered him completely.
Invisible Armor activated.
Psychic power condensed into a shield.
Layers of defense formed instantly.
Heracles's axe-sword smashed down.
The psychic shield shattered.
The Invisible Armor broke apart immediately after.
But then, the Ko formed by Emiya's psychic power met the strike head-on.
After being weakened twice, it held.
Using the flexibility of his waist, Emiya endured an attack even Servants wouldn't dare face directly.
At the same time, he threw a right punch.
Fishman Karate: Five Thousand Tile True Punch.
With a dull impact, Heracles was sent flying.
"You've got to be kidding me..."
Rin stared in disbelief.
A Master had sent a Servant flying.
A demigod-level Servant.
Her worldview shattered.
What kind of monster was this?
Red Archer's eyes flickered.
Even he was surprised by Emiya's defense.
This level of protection couldn't be broken without a Noble Phantasm.
Heracles twisted mid-air and slammed into the ground, sliding more than ten meters and carving deep grooves into the earth.
Then he charged again.
His objective hadn't changed.
Kill Emiya.
Retrieve Illya.
This time, he was more cautious.
Not because he had regained reason.
But because his martial skill had become instinct.
Even without a mind, his body adjusted naturally.
Only top-tier Servants could do that.
Heracles.
Lancelot.
Minamoto no Raikou.
Especially the latter two, who possessed Unending Mastery.
A state where mind, skill, and body were perfectly unified.
Even in madness, their combat ability remained intact.
Heracles didn't have that skill.
But as a demigod, his martial prowess was still terrifying.
He had created Nine Lives.
A technique that became a Noble Phantasm.
Even if Berserker couldn't use it, his fundamentals were flawless.
Combat was engraved into his existence.
Against Emiya, his body instinctively adopted the correct style.
Compared to him, Emiya-who lacked extensive battlefield experience-was suppressed after just a few exchanges.
Fortunately, Emiya's defenses were layered.
Psychic shield.
Invisible Armor.
Nen.
Armament Haki.
Mana Burst.
Plus Iron Wall and Physical Resistance.
Even under suppression, he wasn't injured.
Instead, he fought Heracles head-on with his physical body.
The ground beneath them shattered with every collision.
Cracks spread outward like spiderwebs.
Each clash produced violent shockwaves that blasted Rin and the unconscious Illya away.
Heracles instinctively reached out toward Illya.
"A good opening."
Emiya seized it.
Fishman Karate: Karakusa True Punch.
Sun Breathing, Eleventh Form-Sun Halo Dragon Head Dance.
Bomu Bomu no Mi: Big Explosion.
Each strike carried explosive force.
They detonated on Heracles's body one after another.
A chain of deafening explosions followed.
Heracles was blown away.
Even so, with God Hand, he was only heavily injured.
Far from dead.
Whoosh.
A red sword descended from the sky, piercing straight through Heracles's throat.
Emiya turned.
Red Archer had taken the chance to project a Noble Phantasm.
One kill.
Emiya looked at him coldly.
If he hadn't slacked off earlier, this fight wouldn't have been so troublesome.
Even as a Berserker, Heracles was still a demigod.
Terrifyingly strong.
A moment later, Heracles resurrected.
God Hand activated.
He roared at the sky.
Pure, primal savagery burst outward.
But Emiya was already prepared.
Soru Soru no Mi: Spatial Slice.
A new technique.
Emiya pushed lightly.
A crack opened beneath Heracles.
The moment it formed, space itself cut through his body.
Even Heracles couldn't withstand it.
He split cleanly in half.
Instant death.
But Emiya wasn't satisfied.
He knew Heracles would revive.
And he was already ready.
Soon, Heracles resurrected again.
Emiya raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Bomu Bomu no Mi: Psychic Explosion.
Before the resurrection completed, Emiya had already compressed psychic power and slipped it into Heracles's brain through his ear.
The instant he revived-
Snap.
Bang.
Heracles's head exploded.
Blood sprayed.
White matter followed.
Rin turned away and vomited.
It was too graphic.
Emiya turned to Red Archer.
"How many times did you kill him?"
"Three," Red Archer replied.
Emiya frowned.
Three from Archer.
Two from him.
Five total.
But God Hand granted twelve lives.
Unless Heracles died twelve times, he wouldn't fall.
And worse-
Once an attack worked, it wouldn't work again.
Fire once meant fire resistance.
No need to die to gain it.
Even a Noble Phantasm would fail the second time.
That was the true terror of the Twelve Labors.
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