Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga Chapter 42

Under Berserker's Axe Sword strikes, the marble floor of the Miwata River Bridge could be gouged out, yet this soft grassland didn't waver in the slightest.

This barrier also showed no signs of being broken, and the sword remained unmoved, as solid as rock.

"Give up, Berserker. You can't leave unless you defeat me." Whether Berserker could understand or not, Shirou said it anyway, pointing his sword at him, "Take a good look at my Reality Marble!"

With Unlimited Blade Works thrown out, how could he lose?

Let me show you how I lose!

Shirou felt he was absolutely stable, stable as an old dog, stable as Lancer, even Old Immortal Xudong said he was stable!

Bah, stop jinxing it! Is my brain fried from exhaustion!

He raised his bow, facing the Berserker who had already charged at him. Shirou was about to demonstrate the true usage of Bloodied Hound!

Bloodied Hound, arrow-type, pretends to be an arrow but is actually a missile, four kilometers per second, Mach 11.7, a true hero among missiles!

And it has tracking capabilities, everyone who uses it says it's great.

Order now and get a free 4-star Heroic Spirit Red A with domestic EX-level service, buy now! (Just kidding!)

It sliced through the air, crossing the barrier like a black lightning bolt. Bloodied Hound, at a speed Berserker completely didn't expect, lodged itself into his chest.

It was over.

The battle was decided with ease.

The blue sky and bright sunlight quietly faded, replaced by the snow and cumulonimbus clouds of this ruined world.

Even maintaining his Reality Marble would consume too much mana for Shirou. If the outcome hadn't already been decided, giving Berserker an ending of a thousand arrows piercing his heart would have been the most stable move.

Even poison-tipped advice couldn't save Brother B. Even a ferocious hound as stable as a corgi couldn't do it. With the dragon flying towards you—how could you lose! With 180 population against 120, victory is assured!

"Wryyyyyy!"

The Axe Sword was raised high once more, a black shadow engulfing Shirou.

Berserker was already not far from Shirou, and the Axe Sword was three meters long, more than enough to hit Shirou.

The power of poison-tipped advice is infinite!

For the first time, Shirou realized what a ridiculous mistake he had made.

How could he possibly measure the existence of poison-tipped advice?

Coach, I want to go home!

"Berserker!"

Berserker stopped. The Axe Sword, which was about to swing down, was forcibly halted!

Now, the only chance.

Kill him!

Finish him off!

Berserker finally died. The Axe Sword fell to the ground, and he himself seemed to regain clarity, looking towards Shirou's direction—no, towards the blue figure behind Shirou, Lancer.