King Arthur's Arrival

In the previous battle, Illya had come to clearly understand that if they continued defending passively, only defeat and death awaited them. Only by having Heracles take the initiative and attack could they find a slim chance of survival.

After giving the order to attack, Illya looked seriously at Emiya Shirou and said, "Let's go. We need to summon the Heroic Spirit that belongs to you."

Although Emiya Shirou still had not figured out exactly what was going on, given the current situation, he did not have time to think too much and simply followed Illya's instructions.

Under Heracles's cover, the two ran toward the warehouse, where the Heroic Spirit summoning circle Kiritsugu Emiya had once carved remained.

Gilgamesh watched it all coldly. Though he saw the two leave, he paid them no mind.

Right now, the only thing in his eyes was the pitch-black giant known as the demigod of strength.

Heracles charged at Gilgamesh like a savage beast. His body left streaks of afterimages across the battlefield, swift as a gale.

Countless weapons rained down from the sky, yet none could so much as graze him.

That tower-like body weaved through the battlefield with the agility of a fish.

Gilgamesh's brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed through his eyes.

Golden ripples rapidly spread through the air. The Noble Phantasms fired faster and faster, every ray of light bearing destructive power as they tried to finish Heracles once and for all.

Yet Heracles only grew fiercer as the battle went on. He darted through the barrage of Noble Phantasms as effortlessly as a butterfly flitting among flowers.

In a gap between volleys, he suddenly accelerated. His body became a bolt of lightning, and at the cost of taking two swords to the body, he burst forward