Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"That's the King of Heroes. If you meet him covered in wounds, you'll surely be ridiculed mercilessly by that golden spectator, right? As an audience member, it's perfectly reasonable for me to want to see a great show. Here, take it as my ticket."

The young man's nonchalant act of handing him a Command Seal while speaking left Waver stunned for a long time. (69丂)

And now is the time to use it.

The cold night air was chilling, but Weber felt no fear, for a calm aura was protecting him, dispelling all unease and dread.

It is astonishing that such a man once existed in human history.

With a sense of awe, Weber had already raised his arm:

"My king, Waver Velvet, by the Command Spell, you must win the final victory!"

The Command Seal was released, unleashing a miraculous magical power that merged into his body. Faced with his Master's expectations, the Servant responded with a sharp smile and drew his sturdy sword from his waist.

"My compatriots, come forth! Tonight, let us imprint our heroic figures into the greatest legends!"

Thus, the heroic spirits who shared the same journey responded to the king's call and gathered once again on this final battle stage.

"Ah..."

For Waver, this was the third time he had witnessed the magnificent array of thousands of troops in the "Army of the Kings." Although he was no longer surprised, he now understood the true meaning behind this Noble Phantasm, which embodied the Way of Iskandar, and the sense of awe he felt was even stronger than the previous two times he had seen it, deeply moving him.

The glorious elite cavalry—their bond with the Conqueror King transcends even the divide between the mortal and the underworld.

These warriors, who have ascended to eternity, will not care where they appear on the battlefield—as long as the conqueror once again displays his dominance, his subjects will immediately rush to his side, no matter where they are.

This is the pride of being with the King.

This is the blood-boiling joy of fighting alongside the king.

"The enemy is the invincible Hero King—a perfect opponent for us! Men! Let us show our might to the primordial spirits!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The ranks of soldiers echoed Iskandar's roar, shouting deafeningly.

He faced the mighty army, which surged like a tidal wave, alone, yet showed no sign of disarray. He stood calmly and composed before the army, his golden stance resembling a solitary, proud mountain peak, a majestic and imposing presence possessed only by a demigod.

"Come on, Lord of the Overlord Army. You will understand what it means to be a true king..."

"Hero King said arrogantly," and under the leadership of the Divine Wheel, the Heroic Spirit Army began to charge towards Hero King in a wedge formation.

The first rider let out a long, resounding cry, and the cavalry responded with shouts of agreement. Amidst the deafening roar of the charge, Weber, too, strained his voice, shouting as loudly as he could along with them—

! ! ! "

The "King's Army," with its thousands of troops, raised billowing yellow sand and shook the earth as they charged forward—

Even faced with this breathtaking scene, the hero-king Gilgamesh remained unmoved.

This is the second time he has found himself fighting alone. The King of Conquerors has generously revealed his trump card to him. If he were not certain of victory, the King of Heroes would not have the face to stand here.

With that sword of discord that split the heavens and the earth?

Even as the army drew closer, a self-deprecating smile still appeared on the lips of the Hero King.

He had already abandoned the idea last night—because of that damned Kirei Kotomine, he was now like a rootless duckweed, and any action that consumed a lot of magic power had to be left for last.

But this does not prevent the King of Heroes from showing respect to the opponents he acknowledges.

"Your dreams are lofty, your ambitions are to dominate, and I commend your aspirations. But warriors, do you understand? Dreams must eventually end."

The King's Treasury opened, and a green-gold flying boat carried the king soaring into the sky and rising into the clouds.

But how could Alexander's army lack air superiority? With a command from the seven attendants, many strong soldiers drew their bows and nocked arrows. With the blessing of the heroic spirits, the arrows struck the Sky Ship Vimaya from below like meteors. The accumulated power caused even the original texts of all the flying machines to let out mournful cries.

However, the Hero King, seated on his throne, remained unmoved. After dodging and withstanding a volley of fire, he opened his blood-red serpentine eyes and gave a cold smile:

"Too many treasures can be a problem, but fortunately, my memory is excellent—so, it's my turn now. Prepare to drink the bitter wine of defeat, Conqueror King."

As Gilgamesh placed his hand on the control panel for the first time, a gap quietly opened beneath the Sky Ship.

Chapter 180 Ancient Nuclear Warhead

Vimalakirti. (乂)

The Vimana, a flying machine that roams the skies in ancient Indian mythology, is mentioned in both the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. However, few know that the Vimana was not merely a vehicle, but also a weapon for aerial combat. It not only carried various magical artifact systems but also concealed a secret weapon.

Although that secret weapon was not as lethal as the Ea sword cherished by the King of Heroes, its range of attack was far greater, making it perfect for dealing with the King of Conquerors' swarm tactics.

Now this secret weapon is finally going to be unleashed.

The spaceship's lower section has opened!

"Hmm, I have a very bad feeling. Everyone prepare for defense, archers, get ready for the second round of fire!"

The Conqueror King's battle-hardened intuition told him that the upcoming attack would be no small matter, but the sheer size of the king's army also meant slow movement. Desperate, he could only accelerate the speed of the Divine Wheels, hurtling through the air directly towards the Hero King:

"Distant ravage and domination!"

The impending, massive strike of lightning missed its target, for the green-gold ark had anticipated this and taken off, returning to its original position after the lightning subsided. The Hero King, seated firmly on his throne, let out a triumphant laugh.

"Come, Conqueror, witness the end of your dream!"

With the final command input, an inconspicuous sphere quietly fell from the gap in the spaceship.

At first, no soldier took it seriously because it was so tiny and insignificant in front of the army that almost covered the desert. However, by the time the sphere hit the ground and released its energy, it was too late.

First, a blinding light burst forth from the center, followed by a terrifying roar that could deafen anyone. Then, a terrifying magical storm, ten or even a hundred times more terrifying than a thunderbolt, erupted and instantly devoured everything.

The bones made of magic melted, the flesh evaporated, and the soldiers' armor, made of multiple layers of linen, offered no resistance, turning into dust and dissipating into the world.

The sky trembled, the earth shattered, and in the storm that gradually turned everything into nothingness, only the rising mushroom cloud transformed into a colossal tower of destruction, erecting a monument of despair for the catastrophe.

This, this is…

The Divine Wheel, which had risen into the sky with Vimaya, narrowly escaped destruction, but even the mighty Conqueror King was speechless and deeply shocked by the scene of destruction before him.

Although Iskandar firmly believed that the so-called "third time's the charm" was just an excuse for the weak, at this moment, he truly felt the mysterious "destiny" brought about by the ancient Eastern proverb.

Having mastered modern technology, how could he not recognize it? This was a taboo among modern firearms, an incredibly terrifying weapon—the nuclear bomb!

He suddenly recalled the conversation between Gilgamesh and the new moon at the King's Feast.

Why did the King of Heroes suddenly question Shuoyue about the nuclear bomb?

That's because he actually possesses such a devastating weapon!

After this nuclear bomb fell, everything the Conqueror King was so proud of lost its meaning; most of his military strength was destroyed by this devastating weapon.

Thus, the King's army dissipated. The Realm Barrier, which was originally maintained by the magical power of all the summoned Heroic Spirits, shattered when the army was annihilated, and the distorted laws of the world returned to their original state.

The divine wheel that the two rode landed once again under the starry sky, with the ancient and silent Yuanzang Mountain behind them, as if waking from a long dream.

The golden spirit stood proudly on the other side of the bridge, a poignant smile on its face. Neither side had changed position; the battle seemed to have pulled time back to its very beginning.

The only change visible to the eye was the celestial vessel Vimalaya beneath them, which had unleashed an ancient nuclear warhead.

Another unseen, fatal change occurred with the disappearance of the ultimate Noble Phantasm, "King's Army."

Weber's face drained of color. He looked up and the giant follower asked him solemnly, "I suddenly have something I want to ask you."

What?"

"Weber Velvet, would you like to serve me as my subject?"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Weber trembled, and tears streamed down his face like a burst dam.

This was a question he knew was impossible, yet he had always longed for and hoped for. There was no need for hesitation; the answer was already prepared, hidden deep within his heart like a priceless treasure.

"Only you are—"

The boy, who was being addressed by his name for the first time, didn't wipe away his tears. He raised his head and said in a firm tone, "—Only you are my king. I am willing to serve you, to sacrifice and dedicate myself to you. Please guide me and let me see the same dream as yours."

This oath made the tyrannical king smile. To his subjects, his smile was a reward that surpassed all rewards.

"Well, that's fine."

Just as Weber felt so excited he was about to fly away, he suddenly fell to the ground.

Huh? "

The king lifted the boy's small body from the chariot and gently placed him on the ground.

"It is my duty as a king to reveal dreams. As a subject, your duty is to see clearly the dreams displayed by the king and pass them on to future generations."

The king, with a hearty smile, issued the imperial edict from his carriage in a firm tone.

“Live on, Weber. Witness all this, and then live to tell it all. Tell the world how joyfully your king lives, and how swiftly Iskandar gallops.”

The thunderous ox, with its flying hooves, thumped its iron hooves and let out a moo that seemed to encourage—was its moo for the king who was about to meet his end, or for the minister who was burdened with a difficult mission?

Waver lowered his head and never looked up again. Iskandar took this gesture as consent. No words were needed; from this moment until the end of time, the king's figure would forever guide his subjects, and the subjects would forever remain loyal to this memory. Before this oath, farewell would lose its meaning, for under Iskandar's command, the bond between king and subject transcends time and space, eternal and unbreakable.

"Okay, let's go!"

The Conqueror King kicked his mount in the side, initiating a final burst of speed. He let out a powerful roar and charged towards the formidable enemy that awaited him.

He was a strategist, well aware that the outcome of this battle was already predetermined. But "that matter" and "this matter" were entirely different things. Iskandar, the Conqueror, had no other choice but to charge towards the Golden Spirit.

There was no giving up or despair in his heart, only excitement that almost jumped out of his chest.

Wow, that guy is incredible. This hero can even wield weapons like that; he's definitely the strongest enemy in the world.

That man was his final enemy.

That was the final challenge in the world, more sublime than the Hindu Kush and hotter than the sands of the Makran Desert. How could the conqueror not take on the challenge?

"Glory lies in the distance," and it is precisely because it is unattainable that one must challenge it. For the sake of the ministers who look back at his own back, he must sing the praises of the way of the hegemon and demonstrate the way of the hegemon.

Seated atop Vimaya, the Hero King leisurely gazed upon the challenger, simultaneously unleashing the treasures of his treasury. Twenty, forty, eighty—a cluster of glittering Noble Phantasms unfolded in the sky like a constellation of stars. The brilliance of these Noble Phantasms reminded the Conqueror King of the starry sky he had gazed upon in the east long ago.

"Ah-"

Overwhelmed with joy, he roared and drove his chariot alongside the bull.

The rain of stars rushed over with a heavy whistling sound, and waves of continuous impacts ruthlessly ravaged his entire body. But compared to the pleasure of running, this level of pain was nothing.

The "end" he had been longing for now stood before him. After crossing countless mountains and rivers, he finally found his goal.

He must surpass the past.

Step over the enemy in front of you.

He advanced step by step, repeating the same action over and over. No matter how far away the figure was, as long as he accumulated his steps little by little, he would surely be able to bring the tip of his sword to that person.