Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

It was just a subconscious murmur, but the girl suddenly felt a burning pain on the back of her hand.

Three red markings, resembling holy symbols, appeared, as if proclaiming something, and a blinding light exploded among the soldiers.

"What... happened?"

"Back off, keep your distance!"

The girl could hear the shouts of the enemy officers, but the sounds seemed ethereal, as if they were in the clouds. The scene before her captivated her completely, making it almost impossible for her to look away.

"This is……"

Without warning, a figure appeared before her. The white-haired man had a handsome face, but his blood-red eyes held the same confusion and bewilderment as hers.

"This is where?"

Seemingly not intending to receive an answer, the man glanced around, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Battlefield?"

Then, he fixed his gaze on the back of the blonde girl's hand, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes before quickly disappearing.

"I ask you, are you mine?"

"Someone?" The girl was puzzled by the man's self-address, but more surprised by his sudden appearance. "Who...are you? Are you here to help me? Why are you here?"

“Just call me Shuoyue.” The man, or rather Shuoyue who had changed his appearance again, replied, “It was your wish that summoned me from another world. Alright, that concludes my self-introduction.”

As Shuoyue watched the soldiers break through the blockade and surge towards them, she subconsciously snapped her fingers.

"Projection begins."

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"What are you doing?" The girl looked at Shuoyue, who had snapped her fingers and then remained motionless, and said speechlessly, "Although I don't know where you come from, the enemy army has already attacked! I am Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, the fifth emperor of the Roman Empire! If you don't want to die, hurry up and break through with me!"

However, the man who called himself 'Shuoyue' not only ignored her, but instead curled the corners of his mouth as if he had encountered something amusing, and muttered to himself:

"Nero, Rome, magic... Hehe, things are getting interesting."

The next moment, all the soldiers present felt a chill for no reason. Endless blood energy surged from the man's body, and his laughter was like that of a demon from hell, sending shivers down their spines. His golden-red pupils reflected mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"With this little force, you think you can take my head?"

A cold glint flashed, and before anyone knew it, the man had grasped a bronze longsword. With a casual flick of his wrist, the surrounding soldiers fell like wheat being harvested.

"Attack! Kill this guy!"

Recovering from the shock, a centurion swallowed hard and shouted his orders, unaware that the moment he opened his mouth, a pair of blood-red eyes locked onto him.

"Long-winded!"

The barbed triangular javelin was thrown, piercing the centurion's skull. The surrounding soldiers scattered in terror, only to be met with a merciless sweep of bronze longswords.

With a single blow, several soldiers were cut down, and javelins were thrown from all directions.

The white-haired man skillfully rolled away, dodging the scattered attacks. As he looked up, the soldiers' short swords were also aimed at his head.

"Tsk!" With a displeased snort, the man grabbed the blade with his left hand and brought the longsword down with his right. The sharp pain in his arm only fueled his ferocity. His right hand, wielding the sword, moved like a phantom, parrying numerous weapons and slaying their owners in the process.

"Hmm, is that your name, Shuoyue?" The fiery red-clad girl rushed in, unhesitatingly standing back-to-back with the man, shielding him from the javelins thrown from behind. "Are you alright? Can you still fight?"

"Get out of the way!" Shoyue, a little agitated, frowned, scooped Nero up in shock, kicked the spear off the ground with her left foot, and the bronze longsword in her right hand disappeared. She grabbed the spear and thrust it straight at Nero!

Even if you come to another world and use another body, your martial arts skills will never be forgotten!

The small round shield shattered with a single thrust, and the soldier on horseback, his heart pierced, collapsed. Shuoyue exerted force with her left arm, sacrificing the reopening of her wound to send Nero onto his horse. Then, she snatched the lance from the corpse's hand, brandishing both lances simultaneously. After clearing a space around them, she too mounted her horse and roared, "Go!"

If he were alone, even if he wasn't yet familiar with his abilities, he was confident that he could wipe out thousands of enemies present. But Nero, who summoned him, was there, which prevented him from fully utilizing his abilities!

Since that's the case, then let's retreat, take the Master to a safe place, and get familiar with this body before making a comeback!

At first, the warhorse was restless because it was not its master's aura, but it was stimulated by the murderous aura on Shuoyue and immediately became obedient, running wildly with all four hooves.

Shuoyue stood behind Nero, wielding her twin pistols like lightning to deflect the barrage of arrows and javelins, killing any soldier who dared to step forward.

"Wait! My soldiers are still fighting. I cannot desert my post!"

"How much military strength do you have left? Break through and take the opportunity to leave!" Shuoyue grabbed Nero's waist, preventing her from falling off her horse.

"Also, next time we meet, make sure you're dressed properly. Being so revealing is unbecoming!"

"This is a testament to my charm; those who cannot appreciate it are utterly absurd!" The young emperor retorted, struggling even more fiercely. "Release me! I am the Emperor of the Roman Empire; I cannot abandon my people!"

"Behave yourself, I must guarantee your safety!"

"If you want to protect me, then dismount and fight alongside me!"

Just as the two were arguing, a command came from afar:

"put--"

The man and woman on horseback looked up and saw a hail of javelins raining down from the sky!

"Damn it, raise the shield! No, there's nothing to cover around here!" Nero gritted his teeth and could only raise his longsword, his body reacting with magical energy in an attempt to block the attack.

"You foolish emperor, get off!" With astonishing strength, Shuoyue pulled Nero off her warhorse and then stuffed her under the horse.

"Wait, what are you going to do!" The blonde girl poked her head out from under the horse, only to be mercilessly tapped on the head by Shuoyue and blocked in front of her.

"Stay under your horse and weather this attack first. Don't worry about me. Even if I die, you can't die!"

He swung his twin pistols, knocking away the falling javelins, but more deadly weapons rained down from the sky, piercing the flesh of the warhorse and landing on Shuoyue!

"Ohhhhhh-!"

During the battle, Shuoyue was unaware that a blood-red aura emanated from his body, clinging to him and deflecting most of the javelins. Only one or two remained embedded in his body, but the wounds were shockingly shallow.

The warhorse let out a dying neigh, and Nero, sheltered under its protection, looked up at the new moon standing in front of her, shielding her from the wind and rain. She felt slightly dizzy from the masculine aura emanating from the man.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Under the blazing sun, the shadow of the new moon trembled slightly as if mocking.

OK, let's start a new chapter! Let's make the plot even more exciting!

Chapter 222 The Second Singularity: The Perpetual Mad Empire

Chapter 222 The Second Singularity: The Perpetual Mad Empire

The javelin attack ended, Nero closed the eyelids of his dying warhorse, and stood up.

"Are you... alright?"

"It's just a minor injury." Shuoyue pulled the javelin from her shoulder expressionlessly, causing a spray of blood, but the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. "It seems my durability is quite high."

The man's blood-red eyes swept around, a cold smile creeping onto his lips: "A bunch of rats..."

"Ok?"

"You wouldn't mind handing the soldiers over to me, would you?"

"what?"

Before Nero could react, Shuoyue raised her hand and a black Xuanbird flag appeared in her hand.

Even though the new moon was only dressed in ordinary clothes, Nero, in a daze, saw a famous general in armor standing proudly, issuing his first command in this world.

"All troops, listen to my command! Defend!"

The military order was heard from afar, and Nero's guards seemed to be drawn to it, all looking at the new moon with a crimson glint in their eyes.

"Here!"

A response that was not from Rome rang out, and the soldiers fighting the Praetorian Guard were surprised to find that these originally exhausted enemies had somehow gained strength to wield their weapons again, fighting and retreating, and finally gathered in front of the new moon.

"Wait, doing this will..." Before Nero could finish speaking, a suppressed, excited command came from the enemy's rear.

"put!"

The javelin throwers threw their weapons again, but this time, the blood-red energy linked the guards together. With a loud thud, it was as if a giant shield forged from blood slammed heavily onto the ground, then tilted backward, transforming into a shield array with sloping sides. The Mo family mechanism caused sharp blades to pop out from the bottom of the shields and make firm contact with the ground.

Like raindrops the size of beans hitting the windowsill, aside from a series of loud pattering sounds, the hundreds of guards under Shuoyue's command were completely unharmed.

The next moment, Shuoyue waved again:

"wind!"

The giant shield disintegrated, the bloodlust was reconstructed, and the guards, holding crossbows, knelt on the ground. Arrows exuding a cursed aura were nocked on the bowstrings, and the arrows were half-drawn and raised upwards. Almost in the blink of an eye, a crossbow battle formation was formed, ready to be unleashed.

"Gale!"

The wind swept away the clouds, lifting the black and gold trench coat of the new moon, and he ruthlessly swung his hand down.

Then a real rain of arrows soared into the sky, trailing fiery crimson light as they fell, breaking through shields that had no magical resistance, and taking the lives of enemies one by one.

After killing a living being, the arrow reverts to its original bloodthirsty aura, carrying with it the life force and resentment of the slain, and is absorbed by the white-haired man standing in the formation.

The resentment of the living and the hatred of the dead intertwined and impacted the man's mind, but above all, there was an even stronger will that suppressed them and forged them into his weapons and his claws.

The bloodthirsty aura surged once more, far stronger and more violent than before, dragging out a chaotic crimson shadow before transforming into a gigantic battle axe!

That was enough bloodlust to sustain hundreds of people in battle! It was the rage of all those who killed and were killed on the battlefield!

Now, all of them have merged into a giant axe that is tens of meters high and has the power to split the heavens and the earth!

“This…this is…” Nero was speechless.

"Retreat, all troops!" the centurion cried out in anguish.

He finally understood why that man wanted to gather the remnants of his army. It wasn't just because he had defensive capabilities, but also because he shared the same idea of ​​wiping out the enemy in one fell swoop!

But... how did they manage to do something so illogical?!

There was no time to think, because the blood-red giant axe lowered its blade, and a brutally beautiful flash of light swept past, cleaving hundreds of enemy soldiers who had no chance to escape in two.

Blood spurted from the body, which had been cleaved in two, soaking their comrades' robes; severed limbs flew out in all directions, smashing onto their former comrades.

Excessive blood evaporated rapidly under the sunlight, and an indescribable stench of blood assaulted the senses. The scene of hell on earth ravaged people's mental defenses like a tsunami.

In an instant, all the soldiers were annihilated.

Although in terms of numbers, a few hundred soldiers are only a small part of the legion, the visual impact of hundreds of soldiers being cut in half at the waist is a horrific sight that is an immense blow to people's will.

"Ah...ah..."