Chapter 852

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While he was speaking, the goddess Nzambi seized a truck by the roadside with her slender arms and hurled it at Shirou.

She had never expected an attack of that caliber to hurt that monster. It was enough to serve as a distraction.

Nzambi leaped after the flying truck, then swung her grotesque sword, wreathed in the concept of death, down toward where Shirou stood.

The cursed blade of death sliced the truck in two.

Yet when the earth mother saw what Shirou was doing, confusion crossed her face.

It was a gesture that even humans from different cultures would understand.

Amamiya Shirou raised his right arm, extended one finger, and aimed at the goddess descending from above.

It was the magecraft known as the curse bullet, Gandr.

Pointing at someone was often considered rude. This curse was that gesture elevated into magecraft.

Originally, it was a minor curse that made its target ill. In the hands of a skilled magus, however, it could reach a higher realm—

“Finn’s Strike,” which stopped the victim’s heart and killed them on the spot.

Named after Fionn mac Cumhaill, the great hero renowned in Celtic mythology for his wisdom and versatility, a descendant of the war god Nuada, the curse possessed unparalleled physical destructive power.

Yet the black curse gathering around Shirou’s right hand now far surpassed even that.

In that instant, Nzambi felt as though she had glimpsed death.

The earth mother, one of the world’s oldest symbols of death, the goddess who governed the cycle of birth and death, had seen her own demise.

“—Gandr.”

With that quiet murmur, a jet-black flash, compressed to its absolute limit, shot from Shirou’s raised fingertip.

For the first time,