"Get out of my way!! Or I'll kill you too!!"
One of Atalante's eyes had already turned red. Because she had allowed her demonic nature to change her, she was now more and more like a magical beast. And Achilles, standing opposite her, also clenched his fists. The orange sash on his body fluttered slowly. At the same time, he gently bit his teeth. To be tormented by this kind of demonic nature and despair... is truly too pitiful for a hero.
"No... I will not move aside. To subjugate those who have fallen to a demonic nature is also the duty of a hero. Big Sis, you have already strayed from the path. You should not continue forward. It is time to turn back!"
Achilles aimed the tip of his spear at this big sister he respected. In fact, there was self-blame in the heart of this hero who had roamed the battlefields. He had always been like this, perfunctorily dealing with matters he knew were very important... leaving only regret in the end. So this time...
A look of tolerance, and also an apologetic smile, appeared on Achilles's face. Perhaps there were other emotions in his eyes, things that could not be clearly explained. "I'm sorry... Big Sis."
Tsk!!
Atalante very obviously pursed her lips in annoyance. The bow in her hand was drawn, and a black arrow was shot out. It was just like a missile being launched. At the same time, it created a huge recoil. To deal with this recoil, and at the same time to make her attack more likely to hit the enemy, she even let her four limbs continue to evolve. An existence like wings also appeared on her back.
Self-Evolution EX. The ability that Atalante possessed at this moment was a self-improvement skill that surpassed Self-Modification. To achieve her goal, her body would continuously evolve in units of seconds to overcome any obstacle. The disadvantage was that it was specialized solely for the purpose, and was inferior to Self-Modification in terms of applicability, and was even irreversible.
At the same time, what the current Atalante was firing was less of an arrow and more of a ballistic missile. That black magical energy possessed a powerful adhesive property, and would gradually assimilate the hit existence. She had given up on a particularly precise angle of attack, and in its place was an unimaginable destructive power.
Achilles turned into a green comet, shuttling between these attacks. After dodging these attacks, the spear in his hand thrust in Atalante's direction, but was completely blocked by the Celestial Bow. This bow was not an ordinary weapon. After being blessed by the crescent moon goddess, its hardness could be imagined.
The mutual attacks and powers of the two people stretched for an unknown distance. The earth was torn apart at this moment, and Vlad III's stakes were thus destroyed.
Atalante looked at Achilles, gritted her teeth, and kicked him with a back-kick. Achilles adjusted his posture in mid-air, used a protruding rock for leverage, and once again moved forward.
"Everything, just die! Calydon, give me strength—! There's no mistake, it can't be wrong...! Mmph... Aaargh! Boar of Divine Punishment, go!!"
Atalante's body still maintained a backward-flying posture, but the Boar of Divine Punishment in her hand had gathered a large amount of magical energy. In fact, she had basically infused all the magical energy she had, except for what was needed to maintain her subsequent actions, into this one Noble Phantasm release.
Achilles looked at this attack that was fired directly at him. He waved his palm to the side, and a round shield appeared on his arm. As his arm was thrown forward, this round shield also flew outwards, directly blocking in front of this attack. "[Akhilleus Kosmos: The Miniature World Enclosing the Azure Sky]!"
This was also the world that Achilles had seen in his life. It was his own world, a barrier-type Noble Phantasm.
"Atalante—!!"
The surrounding world was manifesting, and being swallowed by the darkness of the Boar of Divine Punishment. But to completely swallow such a world was truly difficult.
Achilles, like a green comet, holding his spear, pierced Atalante's spiritual core. The immense power and speed carried the figures of the two Heroic Spirits directly into the forest.
After a loud bang, the dust settled. Achilles held the Heroic Spirit in his arms tightly. The wild boar head on Atalante's shoulder slowly fell off. Looking at the hero before her, and the magnificent green world in the sky, Atalante's tone held both sadness and confusion.
"Rider... what should I do? I've always known that even by doing this, it's impossible to save those children..."
Achilles held the heroine in his arms tighter. Tears also fell from the corners of Atalante's eyes.
"What should I do... if the decision to abandon those children is the right one... if wanting to protect them is the wrong thing... this world..."
Achilles slowly clenched his fists. He understood. His own actions just now were undoubtedly denying Atalante's ideal and wish. But even so, "Even so, I still want to stop you from falling further."
"How foolish, Rider..."
Atalante's voice was getting lower and lower. Her blood-stained hand lifted and gently caressed Achilles's cheek. "This is fine for me. As long as I continue to fall... I won't be able to spread my wings and soar. You really are a fool... As expected of the son of Peleus..."
Atalante's figure turned into specks of blue-green light, and slowly floated up towards the sky, like specks of starlight. Accompanied by her own gradually shattering world in the sky, everything seemed so beautiful.
"Big Sis, you and your dream are both incomparably beautiful. You clearly knew better than anyone else that it was a dream for which you could not get a reward. But even so, you still continued to challenge it..."
Achilles leaned against a tree. Although he was a little sorry to his own Master, it seemed that for a short period of time, he did not want to intervene in the next battle.
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At the same time, on the battlefield, Frankenstein, one of whose arms was already considered disabled, leaped high, wrapping her arm around Mordred's neck, preparing to release her Noble Phantasm. After sensing Fran's resolution, the choice that Fran's Master, Caules, finally made was to use three Command Spells to enhance it.
This was his respect and support for that artificial girl who loved flowers and wore a white wedding dress.
Among all the Heroic Spirits, this artificial girl might not be the most top-tier one. Perhaps her brilliance was all hidden under the brilliance of other great heroes. But at this moment, let her bloom to her heart's content.
But it was a pity that Mordred, under the enhancement of her armor, had a sufficiently strong Magic Resistance. At the same time, to say a very realistic thing, Mordred's level of strength was not something Frankenstein could compare to. What's more, Shishigou also had Command Spells.
Although it was tragic, and at the same time, it had destroyed half of Mordred's armor, and even her Noble Phantasm helmet, in the end, there was no victory.