Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

The target was Shirou Emiya, who stood among the crowd, holding the injured android.

If Shirou Emiya had left Thurifas, Achilles wouldn't have chosen to pursue him. After all, it was clearly stated in the Holy Grail War that a Master who loses a Servant can leave the Holy Grail War early and, under normal circumstances, will be protected by the Church.

Achilles was unwilling to shamelessly hunt down an enemy who had already withdrawn from the war.

But since Shirou Emiya is still on the battlefield, it means one thing: he still chooses to intervene in this war.

As for what would happen to the androids in Emiya's hands under his impact, that was not a question Achilles was concerned with. Those androids were his enemies, and he didn't know how many of them he had killed with his impact.

"Come and fight me!"

Achilles grinned, his aura as powerful as thunder, as he swooped down on Shirou Emiya, who was still on the battlefield rescuing people.

Achilles' chariot was no ordinary chariot.

Two of the three horses pulling the chariot were immortal steeds bestowed upon them by Poseidon, the god of the sea, while the third was a prized horse stolen from someone else.

Pulled by these three horses, once Achilles' chariot begins to gallop, it can instantly reach the speed of sound, and within seconds it can ravage the battlefield with extraordinary speed, and inflict additional damage proportionally as its speed increases.

If this chariot were to reach its maximum speed, it would be nothing more than a giant, rapidly moving meteorite, and no one could possibly contend with it.

Achilles once used this chariot to dominate the battlefield of the Trojan War, dragging the corpses of his enemies along its back, which ultimately angered the gods.

Therefore, at the moment that majestic chariot descended from the sky, all anyone could see was a comet falling from the heavens.

A-rank anti-army Noble Phantasm

"The Undying Chariot of Gale-Swept Storms (troias_tragoidia)!"

On the battlefield, mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Achilles will not let Shirou Emiya off the hook just because of his actions.

With Achilles' roar, the comet, carrying unparalleled and terrifying momentum, descended like a bolt of lightning, accompanied by howling and swirling turbulent air currents.

Achilles was completely unaware of the immense power and noise surrounding them.

An arrow, like a silver flash across the night, shot into the sky, flying silently and unexpectedly.

"!"

When Achilles noticed the arrow approaching, it was already hurtling towards him.

"What…!?"

Achilles was startled.

A warrior's instinct made Achilles' body tense instantly, and he abruptly turned his head to the side.

“Puff…”

With a faint tearing sound, the arrow streaked into the night sky and disappeared into the darkness.

At the last second, Achilles managed to dodge the arrow.

However, Achilles' cheek had been cut open and was bleeding.

"It's Archer from yesterday!"

Achilles' expression changed drastically.

He thought he would be invincible because he was in the Holy Grail War, but not only could his own Lacner easily break through his defenses, but King Arthur, who was not divine, could also easily hurt him with his weapon.

Now, Black's Archer has also broken through his immortality with great ease.

"This Holy Grail War is really quite interesting!!!!"

Achilles laughed wildly. If there was no one who could hurt him, then this battle would be utterly pointless!

Achilles was more interested in this Archer, who had never revealed his form but was able to break through his defenses, than a Master who could be killed at any time.

The entire chariot transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the depths of the forest where arrows were being fired at his vital points.

Arrows rained down like a machine gun, but Achilles was no ordinary man; the fastest being in all of Greek mythology, and such arrows were simply insufficient to stop him.

Before Achilles could even express his disdain for such an arrow...

A spurt of blood erupted from his chest; it was from an arrow that had struck him at some unknown time.

"cough--!"

Blood spurted from Achilles' mouth.

The arrow was aimed precisely in the direction I instinctively dodged, and it felt as if I had been seen through.

But why could I be seen through like this? It's impossible for a Heroic Spirit to be able to see through me with just a glance.

If they truly exist, they must be figures from Greek mythology.

"Who is it?"

Achilles had a strong premonition that the Archer must be someone he knew.

A familiar voice reached Achilles' ears.

"Dazed-out behavior on the battlefield is not the behavior of a qualified soldier, you idiot!"

If we look at the words themselves, it sounds like an insult to Achilles' behavior.

But this voice, coupled with this tone, was not an insult, but rather like a teacher's reprimand when imparting knowledge.

Achilles was struck dumb, completely stunned.

Before he was a minor, Achilles grew up in the company of the owner of this voice and learned martial arts from him.

Even though Achilles never saw the owner of the voice again in the years that followed, he never forgot the voice's teachings.

"teacher…?"

Moonlight filtered through the layers of trees, illuminating Achilles's path. There stood a man with long brown hair, holding a longbow, gazing at him with an extremely gentle yet hostile expression.

Everything was so familiar.

At that time, he stood in front of him in the same way, listening attentively to his teacher's teachings.

The Archer of the Black faction is Chiron, the foremost sage of the centaurs in Greek mythology and the mentor of many great heroes such as Heracles and Achilles.

This is also the second battlefield in the entire Holy Grail War.

Chapter 162 The Crown - The Light of Wisdom

"Teacher, what happened to me?"

A childish voice rang out in the crumbling, dimly lit room.

Countless pebbles fell from the roof, and even the floor beneath their feet was broken and looked like it could collapse at any moment.

If it weren't for the support of magic, this room would probably have been completely destroyed by the aftershocks of that terrifying light cannon.

"Teacher, am I going to die soon?"

He was a boy with orange hair; he was Roger Furein Yggdmillennia, the Master of Avisbronn.

Roger looked at Caster, who was holding his hand tightly, and asked Avisbro with great weakness.

Avisbro, who had only descended as a magician, could only manipulate the puppet beside him to hold back Roger, who was within the range of the terrifying magic beam, the moment it arrived.

Unfortunately, no puppet could outrun the beam cannon. Just as it was about to rescue Roger, the beam arrived and engulfed Roger's entire lower body.

At this moment, Roger lay extremely weak in Avisbro's arms, blood gushing out like a fountain from the ravaged parts of his body.

Avisbro simply used magic to seal Roger's senses, making him less pain.

"Teacher! Teacher! Teacher!"

The orange-haired boy gripped Caster's hand tightly, calling out Caster's name repeatedly. His tone gradually calmed down from initial excitement, then, as if remembering something, he looked at Caster's mask and slowly spoke.

"Teacher, may I complete your final puppet?"

"Master!"

Avisbro held Roger, who was only half a body, tightly. You could feel the huge waves surging in his heart just from his tone.

"Because, because, because that was the teacher's ideal, wasn't it? I want to see the teacher's greatest work at the end of my life, and I also want to realize your ideal."

Roger felt his eyelids growing heavier, and he knew clearly that he didn't have much time to speak.

His entire lower body was destroyed by that ray, and he was slammed against the wall by the powerful aftershocks. A normal magician should have died from the piercing long ago.

This was only because Caster used magic to forcibly prolong Roger's life, which enabled him to say those words.

"In the name of the Command Seal, Master, go and fulfill your wish!"

"In the name of the Command Seal, Master, go and fulfill your wish!"

"In the name of the Command Seal, Master, go and fulfill your wish!"

The room fell silent the moment Roger finished speaking.

The three-stroke Command Seal flashed with its own dazzling red light and entered Avisbro's body.

"Black's Caster—"

At that moment, an incredibly gentle voice came from the doorway of the crumbling room.

"boom--!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the giant puppet swung its massive fist and smashed it down on the person speaking. The entire room shattered into pieces with that single blow.

Avisbro fell from the sky and was caught steadily by the puppet, watching Roger, whose aura was beginning to weaken, stand before him.

The puppet moved its enormous body without hesitation toward the last remaining open space inside the entire Yggdrasilian castle.

"Master! You will become the hearth of the Primordial Ones."

"He will also be the first witness to my greatest work, and my student whom I will always be most proud of!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Yggdmirene castle began to tremble violently.

It wasn't the sound of something terrifying about to appear, plunging the earth into panic.

On the contrary, it is the earth that expresses its joy for the things that are about to be born and offers its blessings.

Just as every time Gaia stepped on the ground, a huge cloud of dust would rise up, not because of its great power, but because the earth was responding to it with the joy in its heart.

A giant emerged from the castle of the Yggdrasilian people, kneeling in a half-kneeling posture.