Avenge Siegfried! (Continued)

Achilles stared at Astolfo in shock and disbelief.

"I'm a man!"

Achilles' expression turned somewhat strange.

First came shock, but it gradually shifted into delight, even a hint of savagery.

"Isn't that even better?"

Astolfo immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

As a Cross-dressing Expert, he was still very sensitive to the way men looked at him.

That was definitely some kind of improper intent!

"I'm Astolfo, one of the Twelve Paladins of Charlemagne, and I'm a man! Don't come any closer!"

Astolfo watched Achilles' movements, growing somewhat flustered.

His opponent was still far too fast.

This monster—just how had that Assassin managed to seize the chance to break his immortality?!

"Too late!"

Achilles' spear tip had already closed in on Astolfo once more.

Astolfo had no choice but to select Touch and Fall from among his many Noble Phantasms.

If this Noble Phantasm touched an enemy's body, everything below the point of contact would turn into a spiritual body, forcing them to fall.

An utterly unreasonable Noble Phantasm, perfectly matched by its utterly unreasonable name.

Achilles, charging at high speed, was nearly unable to evade it!

Yet Achilles slightly twisted his body and slid past Touch and Fall's effective range.

Having contorted his body and forcibly evaded Astolfo's attack, he was at the end of his strength.

His old momentum had been exhausted, while new momentum had yet to arise!

Astolfo was about to deliver a decisive blow to Achilles, which would at least force him to retreat.

However, Achilles made an unexpected move.

He rammed his head straight into Astolfo's stomach!

Caught completely off guard, Astolfo was sent flying.

—This was actually not a bad outcome. At least he hadn't been killed or injured.

However, the moment he looked up, Astolfo realized he had been completely