Chapter 52: The Spearpoint of the Star of the Sky (cont.)

Berserker's massive body had already accumulated enough power. As long as someone lightly punctured his wound here, the violent explosion would blast Rider, Archer, and Caster into the sky.

But the problem was—could they catch him?

Rider whistled, and the chariot led by divine horses descended from the sky.

"Big Sis, Caster, get on! Hurry!"

But the sniper shot quickly struck the immortal horse.

So-called immortality merely meant being harder to kill. Before Heracles's arrows, there was no such thing as immortality!

Of the three horses, only one remained. Atalanta promptly mounted it. Gilgamesh did not move; relying solely on her shield, she was confident she could survive the explosion.

In an instant, she used her shield to seal herself off completely.

As for Rider, mere explosions, no matter how powerful, could not pierce him as long as the enemy lacked divinity!

Unless it was his heel.

Heracles suppressed any support Gilgamesh might provide, while Shirou used divine arrows to hem Achilles in, leaving him nowhere to escape.

"Achilles, the moment your true name was revealed, you had already lost."

Achilles desperately dodged and deflected the arrows, but a huge hand seized him, grabbing him right by the heel!

It was over!

Achilles realized in despair that his weak point had been caught.

"Ha ha ha ha ha—my comrades, excellent! Thank you! Come, come, come! Oppressors, lackeys, feel my—love!"

An arrow shot straight through the giant hand gripping Achilles's heel—

It came from Atalanta.

It was practically suicide. To fire that arrow, Atalanta had stopped.

And at this distance, there was no way she could evade Berserker's terrifyingly powerful attack.

Achilles opened his mouth, his eyes widening.

"Big Sis—"

"Roar of the Wounded Beast!"

The ancient bluish-green color of his skin changed, red filling his entire body.

The more damage