Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

The arrows that Archer shot were entirely blacked out.

This was the result of fighting at night, eliminating the possibility that any arrows themselves could be detected.

Not to mention that her arrows are faster than the speed of sound; in the blink of an eye, you can see an arrow growing out of the opponent's forehead, and then it's all over.

but--

"What!?"

Just as the arrow was about to strike the red-haired boy, he suddenly tilted his head, avoiding the attack that should have hit him squarely.

If it were just that, it would be fine.

When he turned around, Archer was shocked to find his arrow stuck in his mouth with his teeth.

—Was it caught?

The unbelievable fact momentarily stunned Atalanta.

I see. It is indeed possible to evade it. It's common for prey to suddenly lie down during a hunt.

However, what he just did was not to dodge, but to deliberately lure himself into shooting the arrow and then catching it.

In the darkness, the red-haired boy gave the female hunter, who was hiding in the shadows of the trees, a provocative smile.

So what he will do next is self-evident.

Shirou took the arrow he had retrieved from the "Red" archer, nocked it onto the bowstring he had taken out beforehand, and then aimed at the source of the arrow.

"You...how dare you!?!"

The hunter's beautiful face was contorted with extreme anger and shame.

This was an immense humiliation she had never experienced in her life.

How could such a thing happen—the arrow you aimed and fired was used by your prey to shoot you back?!

Volume 5, Chapter 204: Joan of Arc: You are my savior!?

"……hateful!"

The "red" archer immediately forgot his shame.

What we should do now is respond to the red-haired boy.

Faced with an arrow shot back at her, she chose to shoot it down with her own arrow.

If the arrow itself is not considered a Noble Phantasm, it does not have tracking capabilities, which means that it requires extremely exquisite and superb skills.

Atalanta was the most outstanding female hunter in Greek mythology.

She was a hunting master born under the blessing of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. Her archery skills had reached a divine level, and even arrows flying at supersonic speeds could be regarded as prey!

Without any suspense, Archer easily shot down the arrow aimed at him.

"what happened?"

On the other side, Siegfried, the "Black" swordsman, stopped his attack and glanced back into the depths of the forest.

Shirou put one hand on his hip and laughed, "Don't worry about it. I don't care at all even if it's one against two."

“…That’s not my companion,” Siegfried said, narrowing his eyes.

Shirou nodded, agreeing with his point of view: "It seems that's true. What an oblivious guy."

In fact, he had long ago noticed that an enemy was observing him from not far away.

At first, Shirou thought it was a companion of "Black" Saber, but he soon realized that the enemy seemed to be looking for a target between him and the swordsman.

In other words, it is Archer from the "Red" faction.

"Ah, they've retreated... no, are they going to support Berserker?"

Atalanta readily abandoned her hiding place.

A hero with a high sense of pride might stay until the very end and fight to the death, while the archer is confident that he can defeat the red-haired boy in archery.

However, for a girl with a beast-like way of thinking, the idea of ​​"heroic dignity" is something that should be given to dogs.

She quickly decided to retreat. The red-haired boy and the "black" swordsman were not her targets. Her mission was to support the berserkers who were rampaging into enemy territory.

Since neither of these two guys is an easy opponent to defeat, there's no point in staying here any longer.

In ancient Greek accounts, Atalanta was described as a hunter with unparalleled speed.

Her pace reached an extraordinary level.

Atalanta, a demonic woman who once told suitors attracted by her wild beauty, "I will marry the one who wins the race against me, but the loser will die," and who actually shot down all of her suitors.

The forest stretching for kilometers was no problem for her at all.

The huntress slung her bow over her shoulder, glanced at the red-haired boy not far away, and announced.

"One day I will settle the score with you."

Then, she turned and ran into the night.

"Okay, let's get on with it."

"Black" Saber has regrouped.

Shirou stared at his unmoving figure and spoke.

"Continuing like this is not good for me. How about we go straight to the Noble Phantasm battle?"

During the melee just now, Shirou had already observed (analyzed) enough of the Noble Phantasm in the hands of "Black" Saber.

That demonic sword is undoubtedly a top-tier masterpiece among swords that appear in myths and legends around the world.

The blue gem on the hilt stores and preserves the magic of the Age of Gods; when released, it unleashes a twilight-colored sword aura.

Furthermore—it can inflict additional damage on those who possess dragon blood.

However, it is still inferior to Excalibur.

Originally the strongest holy sword, it has now been further enhanced by the Dragon Heart after being transformed into a Servant, giving Shirou complete confidence in the performance of his Noble Phantasm.

Even in such an extremely unfavorable situation, one can still suppress the other.

"Release the Noble Phantasm? Doesn't your Master have any objections?" Siegfried asked.

“My Master has already handed over all decision-making authority at the front lines to me,” Shirou replied.

"Really? You have a master who trusts you a lot."

As Siegfried spoke, he communicated with Gold, who remained in the safe zone, using telepathy.

"Master..."

"Use your Noble Phantasm, Saber! I will enhance it with Command Seals!"

"What?"

Siegfried was somewhat surprised that his Master was so determined to use the Noble Phantasm, and even planned to use a Command Seal.

At first, he thought it was Gold's vanity at work, because he had lost face in front of his own people the night before and was eager to achieve results and prove himself.

But Siegfried immediately realized that wasn't the case.

After what happened last night, his Master is changing.

After completing the initial summoning, Gord gave up communicating with the swordsman... He didn't want to understand him, only worried that his true name would be revealed.

Therefore, he strictly forbade Siegfried from speaking.

However, before leaving Millennia City today, Gold, unusually with a stern face, said, "You can judge the situation for yourself tonight, and the previous gag order has been lifted."

That being said, Siegfried must use his Noble Phantasm with more caution than anyone else.

Releasing one's Noble Phantasm means releasing one's true name, but it also means potentially exposing one's most fatal weakness.

In doing so, I will immediately find myself in a disadvantageous position.

That being said, if we can truly eliminate the formidable enemy before us, then it is indeed worth a try.

"May I ask for the reason?" Siegfried asked.

"That guy... that fake Saber looks down on you!"

Gold shouted angrily, "I can see that guy's nonchalant attitude."

Even if the opponent is Saber, my Noble Phantasm will definitely win... Don't be ridiculous!

My Saber is the strongest! How could she lose to that arrogant brat!

"Master..."

Siegfried felt a strange sense of encouragement; this was the first time he had received trust from his Master.

I must properly respond to his trust.

"I understand, Master. I'll leave the support to you."

Gold clenched his fist, which shone with a deep crimson light, and shouted excitedly.

"Saber—! I command you with a Command Spell! Use your Noble Phantasm to defeat the imposter—!"

The Master's command reached the core of the "Black" swordsman with a speed that surpassed even sound and light.

"...!!"

In German legend, a great hero raises his greatsword, unleashing the power contained within it.

The blue gemstone shone brightly, and the blade of the demon sword began to emit a scorching and dazzling light.

At the same time, Shirou also broke free of the Wind King Barrier wrapped around the sword, revealing the form of the Supreme Holy Sword.

Each time he takes a deep breath, a large amount of magic flows into his body.

The ends of the arms and legs will also turn black during this process.

This is the result of humanity surrendering itself too much to the "Heart of Albion".

“Oath (Ex————)”

"Fantasy Greatsword (Bal────)"

Amidst their roars, the dazzling starlight and the demonic energy of dusk simultaneously tore through the deep night.

"—Calibur, the Sword of Victory!!!"

"————The Fall of the Heavenly Demon (Mung)!!!"

Two torrents of pure energy collided and clashed above the forest, the shockwaves destroying and evaporating the trees in the vicinity.

"..."

Atalanta stopped in the forest, and the main forces of "Red" and "Black" who were engaged in a fierce battle also temporarily ceased their fighting.

Ruler, who monitors the battlefield's movements, and even the irrational Berserker—

Everyone, including the magicians of the Thousand World Tree, looked towards the magnificent pillar of light rising in the distance, connecting heaven and earth.

It was a scene so dramatic it seemed like the end of the world, that everyone who witnessed it gasped in shock.

……

……

Just as the artificial life form was practicing walking in the room, Astolfo, panting heavily, suddenly burst in through the door.

Despite bearing a slight injury, he extended his hand to the artificial life form with a broad smile.

"Now's the perfect opportunity! Come on, get ready to run away!"

The artificial life form immediately understood the situation.

A fierce battle is taking place outside right now, and if one android escapes, it should go unnoticed.

Even if their deeds were exposed, the Thousand World Tree Clan would not have the resources to track them down.

Before he could reply, the "Black" cavalryman grabbed his hand and ran off with him.