A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

"snort."

Ares looked at this scene and said calmly, "The essence of Hercules' strength does not lie in his bravery, but in his tenacity that cannot be shaken even by gods."

Ares seemed to be caught in memories. He remembered that he had seen such tenacity when this guy was still a human.

It was precisely because of that unswerving will that this guy was able to drink the blood of Zeus, which contained power that even gods could not withstand, and still live, and gained unimaginable terrifying power, which was once proven from the hands of the gods. Human beings have value.

It can be said that... this man became a god in order to protect mankind.

"Click——"

As the last flying knife was shattered by Hercules' hammer, the unswerving God of Justice finally came to the "evil man" again.

"O evil man... fade away."

As he spoke, the heavy hammer in his hand swung down mercilessly, as if he could smash the human in front of him to pieces in the next moment.

However, in the face of the incoming attack, Jack the Ripper still showed no trace of panic on his face.

He slowly leaned over to buy time to distance himself from Hercules' attack. At the same time, he once again reached his hands into the leather bags on both sides of his waist.

bass--

Accompanied by the sound of iron splicing, the umbrella handle and umbrella body were spliced ​​together.

Yes, what he took out of his purse this time was not any weapon or armor, but the rain gear that a gentleman must have when facing a storm.

A gentleman should remain elegant at all times, even if the mountain collapses.

"Rain...umbrella!?"

Heimdall looked at the scene happening in front of him in surprise.

Jack the Ripper actually opened his umbrella and used the rotating umbrella to meet Hercules' fierce attack.

boom--

Along with the violent roar, it seemed that the entire London Arena was shaking.

The umbrella, an artifact, seemed to have successfully blocked the blow.

No, rather than blocking it, it was better to use the power of rotation to remove Heracles' attack, causing him to miss and hit the ground.

At this moment, a huge bowl-shaped pothole appeared on the dark London street with the two people as the center.

"Have you removed my power..."

Looking at the scene happening in front of him, Hercules spoke in an extremely low voice, "It seems that your brain is not only used in despicable ways?"

"Thank you for the compliment, sir."

Jack held the umbrella and thanked him elegantly, "But I have never admitted that I am a despicable person~ If you want to know me better... our communication has just begun. So next... you are ready How to do it? Hero of justice."

"Do you still have to ask?"

Hercules moved his muscles and raised the artifact in his hand again, "Of course I defeated you head-on! That's all!"

As he spoke, he held the mallet-shaped artifact that looked like a lion's head with both hands for the first time.

Suddenly, strange lines spread across his arms, from his heart to his arms, and then to the artifact in his hand.

"Roar--"

Vaguely, the gods and humans present seemed to hear a low roar like a wild beast.

This is not an illusion.

But a real lion's roar.

The source is the artifact in the hands of Hercules.

At this moment, the lion-head sculpture-like hammer body seemed to come to life, opening its eyes, opening its mouth with sharp fangs, and even its mane stood up.

Twelve woes and sins, the first great deed - the roar that devours the earth (the Nemean Lion)!

The next moment, the lion's roar swept across the world, and a violent shock wave spurted in the direction of Jack the Ripper without any warning.

boom--

Jack seemed to be caught off guard by this sudden long-range attack.

So why do you have to get close when you can attack from a distance?

With such doubts, Jack's figure flew out and hit the wall not far behind him. The wall instantly collapsed, and donated blood continued to spurt from his mouth.

"A frontal blow!!"

Heimdall watched this scene and explained excitedly, "Lord Hercules, just as he said, violently defeated Jack the Ripper with a frontal blow! Being hit by such a blow from the front, a mere human body should already……"

However, he did not continue speaking.

Because Hercules in the field faced the smoke-filled wall and did not relax his vigilance.

"Is...Jack the Ripper still alive?"

Not only was he surprised, the person who couldn't accept this fact the most was not Heimdall, or even Hercules himself, but Ares, the god of war in the stands who was very aware of the power Hercules had just used.

Visible to the naked eye, the strange lines on Hercules' body did not stop after the blow just now, and were still slowly spreading towards his whole body.

"That tattoo...does it have any secrets?"

Loki, who came from Northern Europe, didn't know much about this and asked doubtfully.

"That's the price..."

Ares frowned slightly and explained, "Before Hercules became a god, he broke through the 'Twelve Trials' and thus obtained the 'Twelve Divine Skills'. However... because each one is powerful The power of the god also comes with a corresponding price... Every time he uses these twelve magical skills, the tattoo will spread on his body - even if it only spreads by one centimeter, other gods will be unable to bear the amount. He fainted from the pain caused by the huge force."

"Is it a terrifying power that even the divine body cannot withstand?" Loki seemed to understand after hearing this, and chuckled, "No wonder this guy is also called the 'Unyielding God of Fighting'... Having said that... if this What will happen if the tattoo spreads all over the body?”

"You will die." Ares replied with a solemn expression. "Total annihilation, just like these humans. At this moment, Hercules is risking his own soul to fight."

"Hey~" Loki seemed to have heard something interesting and grinned, "He is really...an ignorant guy."

"Yes, exchanging one's own life for the powerful 'Power of God' is the 'Twelve Disasters and Sins'." Ares agreed, "This guy Hercules... actually wanted to deal with This rubbish among humans has used such forbidden power... and is still vigilantly maintaining this power even now. Is it necessary? I can no longer... feel that human being is still alive."

Yes, from the smoke screen, no one or God can feel the breath of Jack the Ripper still existing.

Including Hercules himself, who was just outside the smoke screen.

But he still frowned and remained alert.

Why?

Because something strange and impossible seemed to be happening in the smoke screen at this moment.

"Cough cough~cough cough~~"

A crisp coughing sound came, and it turned out to be a female voice.

"??"

In the confused eyes of the audience, after the smoke dissipated, Jack the Ripper was no longer among the ruins he smashed.

Instead, it turned out to be a ragged passerby lady who seemed to have been affected by the accident just now?

Absolutely ridiculous.

This is in the arena of Ragnarok, how can there be passers-by?

But the strange thing is that even the god Hercules, no, not just Hercules, but every other god, is very sure that the woman in front of him is not the Jack the Ripper just now.

The breath, appearance, and even the soul fluctuations are completely different!

What the hell does this happen?

The gods and humans finally seemed to understand the doubts of Hercules, the person involved.

Because the enemy in front of him seemed to have disappeared and hid, leaving only an innocent passerby, a wounded and fragile lady.

What should this God, who is known for his justice, do? Shouldn't ordinary people who interfere with the duel be excluded without explanation?

"Who...are you? Why are you here?"

After a moment of silence, Hercules came closer.

Of course, he still did not let down his guard, holding the artifact tightly in his hands.

"Ahem..."

The woman's clothes were ragged and covered in blood, and she seemed to have been seriously injured.

After hearing Hercules' question, she raised her head in confusion and looked at the majestic god in front of her. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes, "You...what do you want to do? Don't...don't come here!"

"I asked...who are you? Why are you here?"

Hercules was still approaching and asked again.

"I...I don't know! You...don't come here!"

The woman seemed to be even more panicked when she saw the man covered in blood approaching.

"Is he an innocent human being who was involved in the war by that despicable guy in some way?"

Hercules frowned slightly and thought to himself.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Heimdall, "Do you know what this is?"

"Uh... no... I don't know!" Heimdall shook his head wildly, looking confused.

"Then what should we do now?" Hercules was alert to the surroundings, as if he was preparing for a sneak attack from Jack in the dark, and continued to ask Heimdall, "This seems to be just a man who doesn't know how he was brought here. The ordinary humans who came here were injured because of the gravel that was splashed just now..."

"Well...then please allow me to put her..."

Just as Heimdall was about to say that he would send this inexplicable human being out of the arena, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Small--"

He wanted to remind him, but he suddenly realized his responsibility as a referee, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat for a while.

This is not an ordinary human being at all, but a trap set by Jack the Ripper again.

Although it is unbelievable, this cunning guy actually deceived God.

At this moment, behind Hercules, the beautiful figure was approaching like a ghost.

"ah……"

She opened her lips slightly, revealing her sharp fangs, and while sighing, "What a wonderful blood," she bit the unsuspecting Hercules' neck mercilessly.

"you--"

Hercules reacted almost as soon as she opened her mouth, and violently danced his arms to turn around, but he was still a little slower, and his skin was cut open by the sharp fangs.

"This is how the same thing?"

He frowned slightly and looked at the woman falling gracefully towards the back.

I saw that this woman was no longer as fragile as before, and her face was full of a devilish smile.

She licked her lips gently, as if savoring the taste of the god's blood that had just remained on her teeth.

"I didn't expect you to really come close~"

After tasting it, the woman was moved and teased Hercules, "Should I say... he is worthy of being the God of Justice? No matter what situation he faces, he still refuses to speculate on everyone with malice. It's really disappointing. People are moved to a higher level of noble sentiments - by the way, your blood is equally noble and delicious."

"Who...are you?"

Looking at the crazy woman in front of him, Hercules frowned deeper and deeper.

"Ah~ I forgot..."

After being reminded like this, the woman finally seemed to react.

She held up the tattered skirt and saluted gracefully to the gods in front of her, to the gods and humans present, "My name is Elizabeth Bathory. She is also one of the rubbish in your eyes. Oh~"

"!!?"

"This...how is this possible!?"

Hearing such a name, some of the humans present exclaimed.

That was the horror novelist from Ireland, Joseph Sheridan La Fennu.

No one here was more familiar with the name given by the woman in front of him than him.

Because that is the prototype of the vampire Carmilla in his novel "Carmilla the Vampire"! The bloody countess from a prominent Hungarian protectorate family!

"How...what on earth is going on!?"

Heimdall, like the person involved, Hercules, was completely unable to understand the current situation. "Why did Jack the Ripper become a vampire!? Could it be that the human side changed people midway?"

Of course, it was not just him and Hercules. It should be said that no one except Xuan Hao, Gray and Brünnhilde knew the reason.

"Oh? Don't you know?"

Looking at all the confused creatures in front of her, Elizabeth's eyes were full of doubts, "Didn't I say it from the beginning? I am 'human malice'."

"What...mean?" Hercules' eyes became extremely solemn.

"That is to say..."

Elizabeth's tone became a little helpless, "When did I admit that I... am Jack the Ripper?"

"!!!"

As soon as these words came out, both humans and gods felt an inexplicable chill that seemed to come from the depths of the netherworld.

They couldn't help but start to think, what exactly is this person in front of them... no, this existence...?

Human malice?

Can this kind of thing... really be able to stand in the ring and duel with the gods like a human being? ?

"Now is not the time for doubts... Ladies and gentlemen~"

Elizabeth sneered and looked around at every pair of frightened eyes, the fangs exposed at the corners of her mouth flashing with an icy cold light.

The frightening aura spreading from her body made people shudder.

"Isn't this what you have been waiting for? Come on...witness it...this is the evil of chaos that was conceived by your own hands."