Chapter 86: Gilles de Rais with His Face Covered in Milk

Come to think of it, the time should be almost here.

"Obviously," Saber said.

She held the holy sword, pointing it at Semiramis.

But the next instant, her eyes suddenly reddened, and she collapsed limply to the ground.

"You—you poisoned Bašmu from the inside!?"

"That's right, I poisoned it from the inside!"

Chapter 86: Gilles de Rais with His Face Covered in Milk

The torn rags were scattered everywhere, and Shirou was gasping for breath.

"I think you're about to reach your limit, Gilgamesh. You'd better surrender and disarm yourself already! Then we can both rest for a while. Or are you still going to keep draining my mana?"

"Hmph, what a joke. Shirou, don't underestimate me. I still have more than enough strength to deal with you and make you behave!" Gilgamesh wiped the white liquid from his face. In fact, his entire body was covered in the same white liquid.

The liquid slowly trickled down until it reached his feet.

"Shirou, I truly didn't expect you to have such stamina. Even your mana reserves are this abundant—you actually produced so much milk."

"Hmph, what are you talking about? Do you think I'm some pushover? My milk... I've got as much as I want!" Shirou said, trying to put on a brave front.

Gasping for breath, he could barely speak. Gilgamesh was simply too difficult to deal with, and his pressure was overwhelming. As expected of the oldest King of Heroes in human history.

"You really do live up to your reputation as the King of Heroes. Your technique may be lacking, but you're pretty impressive in other areas."

"What do you mean, my technique is lacking? Although you've come to understand me on a whole new level, Shirou, I have to tell you that I'm good everywhere, understand?"