The Battle Begins: Hanging Gardens! (Continued)

Rider sneered. "Though they can trade injuries, he suffered a fatal wound. Even if he survives, he won't pose much of a threat."

Semiramis also cast a dissatisfied glance at her own Master.

Why was he so concerned about the Black Faction's Assassin? The other Assassin standing before him was prettier and stronger, yet he paid her no attention at all.

At that thought, Semiramis suddenly realized that she had become somewhat different from before. She actually cared about such things. Could it be that she had truly fallen for this man?

"Even if he comes, my Hydra Poison will ensure he never returns."

Semiramis looked provocatively at Caster, curious what Gilgamesh would say. After all, Gilgamesh had defended Shirou many times.

But at this moment, Gilgamesh could not be bothered to speak.

If they thought Hydra Poison alone could make him submit, they truly thought too highly of themselves.

Sometimes, facts spoke far more powerfully than words.

"They're here."

Heracles was the first to sense that something was wrong.

While standing on the floating stone slab, he had already prepared himself for an enemy attack. Yet unexpectedly, not only was there no Great Magic, there was not even the slightest interference.

What was going on?

An empty fortress strategy?

Heracles was even considering retreating and reconsidering his plans. He was both a sage and a warrior. Faced with hardships and obstacles, he had his own understanding and judgment, and he was rarely ever wrong.

That was the key reason he had been able to pass the Twelve Labors.

Judgment and choice were more important than pressing forward.

If the path was wrong, the farther one went, the more wrong one became.

As the stone slab drew closer to the Hanging Gardens, the more uneasy he felt.

Only when