A massive axe.
The Berserker's weapon.
This scene felt familiar.
During the Fourth Holy Grail War, Lancelot, who had originally been without a weapon the entire time, had drawn his own weapon at the very end as well.
No, perhaps that Caster had done something.
Now that they knew the person before them was Heracles, if Caster was someone he knew, then making Heracles take out another weapon was certainly possible.
But regardless of the circumstances, it no longer mattered.
—Something was coming.
Even the Barrier of Hurricane seemed to have gone still at this moment.
The greatsword in her hand brimmed with magical energy.
White reinforced the weapon.
"Saber..."
White seemed to be right by her side.
In an instant, she understood everything.
She was being protected by the "holy sword."
Upper arm, collarbone, throat, skull, heart, ribs, lower abdomen, thigh.
This was an ultimate slash that surpassed the speed of sound.
The air was cut apart. Sound was cut apart.
Even light itself was cut apart.
An attack sharper and more precise than the previous five-hit combo.
[Holy shit, Nine Lives: The Shooting Hundred Heads?!]
[This is insanely cool, the genuine Nine Lives: The Shooting Hundred Heads!]
[Holy shit, attacking from eight directions at once.]
[Feels like a variation of Kojiro's Swallow Reversal.]
[Saber's about to get wrecked.]
[Could White blink over and take the hit?]
[The Emiya family's once-in-a-lifetime blink, huh? 233]
[How are you guys typing so much?]
[Please make good use of pause.]
[Front-row reminder: the pause function requires a premium membership.]
[This crappy site is doomed sooner or later!]
She would die—at the instant she was hit, she would be completely cut down.
But White was right beside her.
The flow of magical energy became unbelievably smooth.
—It was like the Blessing of the