Snowfield, industrial district.
The tallest chimney in the district.
Neither heat nor smoke came out of it, as the factories have been out of operation for the past few days, either due to the local quarrel or the hurricane.
But instead, the chimney released a presence as ominous as it was heroic.
“Echo grasping into godhood.”
Twisted magical energy, reminiscent of black mud, started gathering on his bow-gripping hand.
Inside his robust Saint Graph, hydra venom and pitch-black mud consumed and neutralized one another.
“May this shot, product of a martial art refined to its completion, burn down your hollow interior.”
The hero manually circulated the two substances through his body. Alcides began his revenge against the gods.

Shooting the Hundred Heads
      “Nine Lives”

The Noble Phantasm that shot down Gilgamesh a few days before in the avenue in front of the hospital.
However, now Alcides was freed from all possible shackles, and his Master Bazdilot Cordelion provided him with as much magical energy as he could handle. This resulted in the Noble Phantasm manifesting in a completely different form this time.

With his feet planted on the narrow foothold of the chimney, Alcides drew his bow.
As he did, the entire factory, and then the area around it, began to be sucked dry of magical energy, with the energy traveling through the chimney to be absorbed into Alcides’s body.
Watching the chimney was like watching the land’s blood being sucked by a giant pipe.
With Prelati’s Noble Phantasm’s illusions being peeled off, the nearby factories were gradually returning to their original forms: destroyed by Haruri’s Berserker Servant.
The chimney he stood on was the only part he was intentionally keeping in place with a voluminous mix of mud and magical energy. It was transfigured into a dark tower resembling a giant tree.
Nine arrows were perched on the bow.
In his hands, he had a greatbow which was made in a strongly arcane era and sucked the blood and magical energy of his enemies on numerous battlefields.
Famously, Philocthetes later inherited this Demonic Bow from Heracles and used it to shoot the Trojan hero Paris.
An item that required above-average physical strength, on top of the skills of an Archer. A regular Heroic Spirit could not as much as pull its adamantine string.
He casually drew the string to its maximum tension, pointed nine arrows west, and shot.
It looked as if the man was trying to dispel the incoming hurricane with arrows, but before anyone could laugh at his comical idea, the arrows suffered a visible mutation.
The magical energy coated in dusky mud reacted complexly with the hydra miasma the arrowtips were laced with, provoking an enormous distortion in space as they traversed the gaps between the ground and the sky.
With a thunderous noise, clouds of dust rose, engulfed in the world distortion caused by the arrow shot, taking the form of a black-colored colossus.
The Hydra.
The trajectories of the nine arrows became nine jaws rushing to take a bite out of the world, as did the legendary serpent he once sent to its grave.
An ordinary man would see only a black sandstorm, but anyone remotely sensitive to magical energy could understand how abnormal this was.
It wasn’t an illusion, much less Summoning Magecraft.
Through a combination of the overwhelming techniques that the always battle-ready hero spent his life cultivating, the ominous spell of curse resembling jet-black mud which he obtained in exchange for discarding his divine aura, and the sheer volume of magical energy supplied by his Master, Nine Lives finally developed the move that manifested its former nemesis into the world.
Needless to say, this wasn’t the real Hydra, only an almost miraculous feat created by a part of the Noble Phantasm that put the legendary poison dragon to rest.
This force traversed the world, bending the laws of fate and physics to its will.
All to bite off a literal god trying to take hold of the world order.
Without waiting to see where the venomous snakes go, the archer of revenge readied his next set of arrows.

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In front of the Neo Ishtar Temple
Destruction approached.
An immense torrent of power approached the Neo Ishtar Temple, growing progressively larger as it fed on not only the trees of the forest but also the very divine aura of its surroundings.
Nine incoming arrows coated in layers upon layers of dust, curse, miasma, and energy in the shape of the Hydra, with a next mass of energy coming behind it.
Each head of the wind serpent was about as thick as a building, and they rose to swallow Ishtar’s temple and its object of worship whole.
The nine arrows changed trajectory in front of the temple, momentarily spreading their nine heads as they rose to the sky, then initiated a sudden drop, locked to the temple like homing missiles.
Had they landed a direct hit, the torrent of power would have pierced the land for intense physical destruction, which would have been coupled with an area spread of curse and lethal venom, trampling the god’s domain with maximum tyranny.
This faster-than-sound ruin was stopped by one guardian and one divine beast.
The halo atop Haruri’s Berserker’s Servant’s head shone and transformed into a dome-shaped rainbow wall covering the temple.
The tyranny was blocked by the halo’s power which symbolizes everything mankind considers a calamity.
The power of a calamity can hold off a calamity. Berserker alone blocked all fangs of the giant venomous dragon created by the demonic arrows.

Fate/Strange Fake, Volume 8: Chapter 24 - Fifth afternoon; Be silent, ******