"Archer, leave the Red Faction's Rider to you," Darnic transmitted to Chiron, but the latter had already lowered his bow.
"Lord Darnic, there's no need. The Red Faction's Rider has already retreated."
"Is that so? Then prepare to support Berserker. His battle is about to be decided." Under normal circumstances, a Noble Phantasm was a Servant's trump card. Once the clash of Noble Phantasms was over, there was basically no suspense left in the battle.
Clearly, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Shirou would take Atalanta's head and claim victory in this battle.
"Yes, I understand."
Let us return to Shirou's side.
Shirou had already aimed in Atalanta's direction. With the attack density of Infinite Reload Cero, there was no way Atalanta could dodge.
Was it over? Shirou did not lower his guard because of that. This was a fight between life and death, and there were too many uncertainties.
"Infinite Reload Cero!"
Only now did the Masters of Yugdomirenia truly understand the Black Faction Berserker's offensive power. Dark green pillars of light formed a barrage like raindrops, each two or three meters in diameter, blasting forward with an aura of destruction.
The Red Faction Archer was finished!
That was what most people thought. Even the Red Faction Archer, Atalanta herself, thought so. She had already closed her eyes and given up resisting. She was fast, sure, but could she outrun a Light Cannon? Not to mention that even an immortal Servant could not ignore an attack like this.
Yet someone did not think so.
"Big sis!"
Someone once said that love was a green light that made you panic. Shirou did not know whether the person who said that had ever seen such a light, but he was seeing it now.
"Noble Phantasm, Achilles Cosmos!" Just as Shirou was about to