Shirou waited until the enemy approached before firing his weapon, relying solely on the explosive force of its initial movement to kill the beasts at point-blank range.
This allowed him to minimize the blizzard's interference with his shots.
"..."
Even if it was a simple principle, just how much confidence did it take to actually pull it off?
Shirou grabbed the chain and swung the "Blades of Chaos" like a flail.
"Ugh!"
Frolov could not close the distance and was forced back once again. Shirou then glared at Nero with his burning golden eyes.
"!"
The black Dead Apostle's beastly instincts made him abruptly retreat a step.
But it was already too late.
The continuously swinging "Blades of Chaos" had reached maximum speed.
"------!"
Nero Chaos's entire body was cleaved in two diagonally from the shoulder by the flying chain blade.
"Ahh!!"
With a shrill scream, Nero leaped backward.
Half of his body, from shoulder to waist, was gone, leaving an unnaturally smooth cross-section.
The severed portion simply fell into the snow.
Although Nero Chaos had already understood Shirou Amamiya's strength, he had still underestimated it.
Even when attacked by two Twenty-Seven Ancestors, he could still organize a counterattack with ease.
However, this level of attack alone was not enough to kill a Twenty-Seven Ancestor--
Nero Chaos reappeared in the blizzard as if he had never been injured.
The half of his body that had been severed off also turned into black slime, just like the corpses of the beasts, before returning to his main body.
"Haa... haa..."
Shirou adjusted his breathing as a dull pain spread through his lungs.
The Einzbern family's hereditary cold-resistant dress had stopped working some time ago.
Even a masterpiece of alchemy could not possibly last long in temperatures of one hundred degrees below zero.