Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

Under that merciless rain of arrows of light, as if allowing no life to exist, the buildings turned into ruins the moment they made contact, with countless rubble and dust flying up.

An even more intense golden light burst forth from the mist and dust, carrying an overwhelming force. Black's Archer could only see a flash of golden light before his eyes.

"boom----!"

The golden light mercilessly devoured everything around it, and a terrifying explosion swept out from within once again.

"what--!"

Even Fiore, who was almost a kilometer away, was affected. If it weren't for the mechanical arm that suddenly extended from her wheelchair, she would have almost fallen off.

The entire battle area was razed to the ground in an instant.

This is the power of a Noble Phantasm against a city.

Archer of the Black faction thought to himself, "Such an explosion would be too much for even me to survive."

One person after another was thrown from their homes by the explosion and fell to the ground at terrifying speeds.

Archer tried to catch the people blown away by the explosion, but he couldn't sense any sign of life in them.

He approached a body that had fallen to the ground with extreme caution.

These men's hearts had already been ripped out before they even engaged in battle.

There was no one left alive in the entire town.

Chapter 148 The First Servant to Exit the Stage

"This time it should really be over."

Atalanta lowered her bow. Even if her Noble Phantasm couldn't kill Shirou Emiya, Arthur's close-range Noble Phantasm, even the aftershocks, would be enough to kill him.

"The end? I'm afraid it's still a long way off."

It was an extremely unfamiliar voice that suddenly appeared behind Atalanta.

"who--!"

Atalanta did not hesitate at all. She turned around and fired the arrow she was holding. With a sudden stomp of her foot, her entire body fell to the ground below the tower after firing the shot.

As an Archer, engaging in close combat with the enemy is an extremely foolish act.

At least that's what she thought.

She needed to immediately distance herself from the servant in front of her.

Atalanta also caught a glimpse of the Servant's appearance the instant she turned her head.

It was a man wearing a skull mask, a black cloak, a club-like right hand, and a creepy appearance. What was even more memorable was the skull mask on his face.

He seemed completely unconcerned about the three arrows, each carrying emerald green magic, hurtling toward him at an incredibly fast speed.

Instead, he waved his extremely strange, stick-like right hand, muttering something incoherently.

Hassan?

The mask that symbolized Assassin allowed Atalanta to immediately identify the Servant speaking behind her.

Although she didn't know which Hassan was in front of her, the priest, as her Master, must know that he had experienced too many subspecies Holy Grail Wars in this world, and almost all of Hassan's secrets were known to the magus.

But why did a third Hassan appear?

Before Atalanta could think it through, a cloud of white mist surged up from behind her.

The extremely strong corrosiveness made Atalanta completely disoriented for a moment, and it was then that she truly realized how troublesome the Black Faction Assassin Noble Phantasm was.

She felt her agility level drop by one point, and her movements were no longer as nimble as before.

Atalanta nimbly turned in mid-air and landed steadily on the ground. She then quickly fired several arrows at her head and looked around warily.

As the thick fog surged, an ethereal and innocent voice came from in front of Atalanta.

"Can you be our mother?"

That was such a desperate and painful expression on her face that Atalanta couldn't help but want to reach out and hug the silver-haired girl in front of her.

Even though she's an Assassin on the Black side, she still longs for the warmth of a family.

Atalanta could sense that the longing for a mother in the silver-haired girl's eyes was incredibly real.

But the moment she approached the silver-haired girl, her hunter's instincts warned her that it was an extremely dangerous aura.

Atalanta tried to retreat, but it was too late.

Her abdomen was ruthlessly cut open, and her internal organs were all ripped out of her body in an instant. It was a curse, a curse she could not escape.

"Maria the Ripper"

The silver-haired girl holding a small knife uttered the words about her Noble Phantasm in a calm voice.

"The time of day is night," "The other party is female (or female)," and "There is fog."

When all conditions are met, the Black Assassin's Noble Phantasm will immediately rip out the target's internal organs, turning them into a dissected corpse. Such an attack is a curse.

If the conditions are not met, it will only inflict simple damage; the power will increase as each condition is met.

Atalanta, realizing that she was beginning to dissipate, then remembered what Hassan had said.

Goodbye?

"It seems he's convinced I'll die at the hands of the Black Assassin."

Atalantashe couldn't help but sneer.

"flutter--!"

She suddenly felt something hug her.

"mom!"

The silver-haired girl clung to Atalanta's fading body with extreme dependence, like a sleeping child, her breathing steady against Atalanta's chest.

If it weren't for the terrifying attack earlier, she would be like a little girl abandoned by her mother.

"Can you tell me your name?"

Atalanta did not hold a grudge against Assassin of the Black Faction for being killed. She simply stroked the silver-haired girl's hair gently and asked softly.

In her eyes, she was nothing more than a pitiful child.

It must be heartbreaking for Atalanta to see a child of such a young age become a Heroic Spirit.

"Jack? Mom can just call us Jack."

The silver-haired girl answered Atalanta's questions truthfully.

"Jack?"

Atalanta realized the girl's true name—Jack the Ripper—and at the same time, she sensed an extremely powerful resentment gathering within her.

It was as if she were formed from a gathering of vengeful spirits.

"mom!"

Jack the Ripper echoed Atalanta's shouts with great excitement.

"Is this okay?"

Atalanta looked at Hassan, who was jumping down from the tower next to her, with some resentment.

"If only my wish could come true—"

Atalanta stroked Jack the Ripper's hair, then gradually transformed into a blue light and vanished from the spot.

"King of Knights, your Noble Phantasm isn't that powerful!"

As the thick smoke dissipated, Achilles held up a seemingly ordinary shield in front of him.

Despite catching Arthur's Noble Phantasm at such close range, Achilles was completely unharmed.

Even the clothes were being flung around in the air by the strong wind.

"A small world surrounding the sky"

Arthur held up the golden sword, sweat pouring down his forehead. He hadn't expected that such a shield could so easily block his Noble Phantasm; it was practically on par with Avalon on Shirou Emiya's body.

As Achilles' most prized armor, it is a protective barrier artifact comparable to the "Rho Aias" (Sevenfold Ring of the Blazing Sky).

It is a shield forged by Hephaestus, the god of forging. The world as seen by Achilles is projected onto it, and the surrounding area is filled with the surging of ocean currents caused by the sea god.

To confront this shield is to confront the world; once activated, it can defend against people, armies, cities, nations, and even divine artifacts.

In some ways, it is the Noble Phantasm that comes closest to the distant ideal world.

Chapter 149 Rebellion against my magnificent father

"That Rider is really annoying!!!"

Mordred gritted his teeth as he sprinted forward, feeling utterly disgusted with Rider for his attitude, which showed he didn't take him seriously at all.

Mordred put down the Lion's Lair he was carrying on his shoulder and looked back at the place where they had left.

The roar of bombers flying overhead had faded in the town center, and the golden light had lost its lingering glow after the deafening impact.

The entire battlefield fell silent amidst the deafening explosions.

The powerful airflow emanating from the town center was nothing to Mordred, a Servant, and she was completely unaffected.

Her intuition told her that Arthur and her Rider might not have suffered much damage.

She wanted to do something.

"If you carry me like this and run around like this, my bones will fall apart sooner or later."

Shishikage Kairi struggled to hold onto the wall, trying to avoid falling to the ground. The fact that he had absorbed the Black Assassin's Noble Phantasm had not harmed him, nor had he suffered any injuries from fighting Emiya Shirou.

Even when knocked away by the aftershock of the black Rider, it only suffered minor scratches.

On the contrary, Mordred, disregarding his physical abilities, was like a speeding race car, recklessly crashing through the town.