Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

If effort could always be rewarded, how wonderful would that be?

"Thank you, Archer. If not for you, Rider probably wouldn't have been willing to continue traveling with me, would he?" Amakusa Shirou said with a smile, narrowing his eyes.

"That was his choice. It has nothing to do with me." Atalanta put away her bow. "Say, Father, what are you planning to do?"

"I intend to see whether the Lord permits my actions, whether He permits humanity's ascension to arrive ahead of time. I am going to join the battle."

"What a risk. Aren't you afraid that Black Faction Assassin might silently assassinate you? You may be a Servant too, but the gap between you and him is rather obvious."

Amakusa Shirou shook his head and smiled. "I'm not afraid. Caster is protecting me."

"If someone can kill Amakusa Shirou before this king, then it can only mean that you, Amakusa Shirou, are truly terribly unlucky." Gilgamesh removed Hades' Cloak of Invisibility and revealed himself.

"Indeed." Amakusa nodded. "Then let us begin."

Chapter 42: Eat Shit, Gilgamesh!

The racing chariot, wreathed in azure lightning, slaughtered the homunculi blocking its path one by one.

"So little resistance won't stop me, Servants of the Black Faction!" Achilles laughed wildly, only for an arrow to suddenly pierce his shoulder blade.

Had he not dodged in time, that arrow might already have pierced his heart.

The heart was where a Servant's Spirit Core lay. If it had struck true, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

It seemed Heracles had already prepared from afar for his contest with him.

Achilles hastily deployed the Small World Encompassing the Heavens, blocking several arrows speeding toward him.

These arrows were nowhere near as powerful as the arrows bestowed by the Sun God. Perhaps it was because Heracles