Chapter 83: The Ritual Begins?

"If this is what you want, then by the power of a Command Spell, I order you—win!"

The lightning flashed even more fiercely. Was that a full-power attack?

Sieg remembered the Noble Phantasms of their allied Servants that assassin had told her about.

If berserker used her Noble Phantasm at full power, it would essentially be a self-destructive attack.

I absolutely can't let you die!

Sieg struggled to pull her sword free.

The lightning intensified.

She could not lose. Absolutely could not lose!

And she had to take down the enemy before berserker died!

"Rider! Take this—my strongest strike!" Sieg charged straight at Achilles.

But even now, Achilles maintained superb spearwork. "Don't mess with me, homunculus!"

The spear struck the sword, knocking it off course.

Was there no way? Was there really no way?

Were she and berserker both going to die here?

Suddenly, an arrow pierced Achilles's right arm.

Sieg's sword stabbed straight into Achilles.

Right through his heart!

Chapter 83: The Ritual Begins?

Sieg watched as the sword in her hand truly pierced Achilles's heart. Blood slowly flowed out, slid down the blade to the hilt, then dripped from it onto the ground, blooming into crimson flowers.

Was the victory hers?

She raised her head and saw a figure standing in the distance, bow still trained on Achilles, one hand even resting on an arrow in the quiver as though ready to draw it.

The golden spear in Achilles's right hand fell to the ground with a clatter. Only then did Sieg realize that this spear was completely different from the one Rider had been holding earlier. Rider's original spear had been made of iron, with a dark-toned tip. There was no way it could have shone so brilliantly. She had simply been too tense during the battle