Chapter 52: The Spearpoint of the Star of the Sky

"Ha ha ha ha ha—!" Spartacus charged at Gilgamesh with a roar.

"What?"

Shirou stared deeply at Gilgamesh.

"A warrior never fights to die; they die for victory. Victory is the goal. So what if he is barely alive? Even with his body shattered like this, he must still smash the oppressor to pieces. That is what a warrior is. Go, Berserker!"

"Well said, comrade! Oppressor! Feel my love!"

Chapter 52: The Spearpoint of the Star of the Sky

The wounds began to heal—or rather, they began to proliferate wildly like tumors.

"His body has already become such a hideous sight, and you still stand by what you said, Shirou Emiya?" Gilgamesh was somewhat flustered as the Gate of Babylon immediately unleashed a barrage at Spartacus.

Beside him, Shirou drew his bowstring to interfere with Gilgamesh and said firmly, "Of course. I can hear the yearning in his soul. And if it were me, I would resolutely do the same."

At that moment, Gilgamesh saw that figure again.

When there was no way to retreat and all of Uruk had been driven into a corner, this man, believed to have gone missing, had stabbed the enemy's magical beast commander in the back.

Those eyes were no longer clear golden-yellow, but a field of scarlet. His body had also turned somewhat black, cracked like earth. Only the edge of his sword remained as dazzling as ever, and his crimson hair shone like the sun.

At last, he was about to fall too.

At last, he swung his sword too.

"A madman?" Atalanta endured the agonizing pain and drew her bowstring. "So he can't be used after all? There really is another madman like that one who can control that monster, Assassin."

"Archer, did I permit you to draw your bow?" Gilgamesh