Piercing Death-Flies the Spear!

"AAAAAAAH—!"

The sun and stars dimmed, mountains vanished, trees and grass were obliterated, all merging into a mass of red light.

Day returned in the night, and the night sky was torn apart by a dazzling explosion.

Within ten breaths, Seven Rings of the Heavenly Wall had been reduced to only its final, innermost layer.

A massive crater formed at once, as though a nuclear bomb had been dropped there.

Achilles was covered in dust and grime. He was unharmed, but Atalanta could never have withstood an explosion at least five kilometers wide.

"Big Sis?"

Achilles stood there with his mouth hanging open.

"Big Sis?"

She was definitely gone. She had to be dead.

Having fought through countless battles and seen innumerable battlefields, he knew that clearly. She had even died without leaving a body behind.

The one responsible had perished alongside Big Sis.

—Except for assassin.

"AAAAAAAH—!" Achilles charged at Shirou with bloodshot eyes. "Assassin, I'll kill you!"

"Didn't blow you up too, huh? Tch..." Shirou held his master in his arms, his left hand badly injured.

Fighting was probably impossible now. If he wanted to run—

Achilles was simply too fast at this moment.

Shirou could only escape if he projected a shield.

But as a God of War of his generation, even if Achilles was sometimes lacking in brains, his combat ability was exceptional.

Seeing Shirou's intention to flee, he threw his spear.

Like a meteor streaking across the sky, it was already before Shirou's eyes by the time he reacted.

It was simply too fast.

That was Shirou's only thought.

There was nowhere to dodge, and it might strike his master.

He turned around and resolutely blocked that strike.

A thrust from the spear tip known as Star of the Sky!

Spear of the Distant Land!