Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Gently stroking the streamlined car body, Shuoyue retrieved the previous message logs.

Class Certificate: Attaching this certificate to a controlled mount will grant that object basic Noble Phantasm attributes and three skill slots, serving as a vehicle certificate for its class.

[Additional Explanation - Skill Slots: By filling different skill slots, you can improve the quality and abilities of your mount.]

"As expected, this isn't a skill extractor at all, it's clearly a Noble Phantasm upgrader!" Shuoyue muttered to herself, a somewhat excited smile on her face.

As a technological creation, and one of more than one "ground-hugging aircraft" in the world, Kawasaki, it was not originally qualified to become a Noble Phantasm. The reason it was able to become a D-rank Noble Phantasm and even have the ability to release its true name is entirely due to the "certificate of class", which turned it into a possession of its class.

A D-rank Noble Phantasm is not the limit of the Sword in the Stone—as the Class Certificate states, the Noble Phantasm will grow stronger by equipping different skill slots. Breakthrough Rank.

If employment agency certificates have this kind of growth potential, then are other employment agency certificates the same?

If that's the case, then the value of this item far exceeds expectations.

Shuoyue's strength has now reached a stable period. Instead of simply improving herself and accumulating quantitative changes, it would be better to directly enhance her Noble Phantasm to achieve a qualitative change.

Not to mention, weakened class-specific Servants are also on the Skill Extractor's menu!

"How long are we going to stand here in a daze? This world is about to collapse."

Karen's indifferent voice rang out, and Shuoyue snapped back to reality. With a wave of her hand, a deep blue displacement space appeared, taking them away from the mirror world.

Stepping out of the diamond-shaped space, the starry sky was dazzling, and the Weiyuan River still flowed quietly.

It seems like nothing has changed, yet it also seems like something has changed.

"Luckily I dealt with this place beforehand, otherwise, magical girls plus tentacle monsters would have been really exciting, no, worrying."

Shuoyue joked as she skillfully performed magic, carving runes to ward off others before patting the back seat and signaling her little follower to get in.

After a long silence, he turned around and found Karen looking at him with a strange expression.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." The silver-haired nun withdrew her gaze and casually sat in the back seat of the car. "Let's go, I'm a little tired."

Shuoyue raised an eyebrow in confusion, but didn't say anything more. She got into her car and started the engine.

Throughout the journey, Karen remained unusually silent, frequently glancing at Shuoyue, who was focused on driving, seemingly lost in thought.

Upon arriving at the church, Shuoyue strode into the church, then turned her head as if remembering something: "By the way, Karen, report the H anomaly to headquarters as soon as possible. I'm somewhat interested in these class cards."

"understood."

After receiving a positive reply, Shuoyue nodded in satisfaction, said "Get some rest" and went back to her room.

Karen gazed intently at the departing figure of the new moon, and after a moment, she suddenly recited the Lord's Prayer, which she knew well from her daily prayers.

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven…

If Sakugetsu were present, she would surely recognize that such a prayer had also come from the mouth of an incorrigible priest, Karen's father, Kirei Kotomine.

"Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors...Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil...Amen."

The pleasant, hollow sound faded into silence in the church.

What is she reciting? And to whom is she seeking solace?

What is she suppressing? And what precarious situation is she trying to defend against?

Only the angel of God in the mural, watching with pity as the silver-haired nun lowers her eyes, avoiding the moonlight, and walks back into the darkness.

A monotonous, mechanical telegraph voice rang out.

Chapter 230 After killing a bunch of grunts, it's time to welcome...

The Boss's Appearance

That was a ray of moonlight tempered to its extreme.

Moonlight brushed against a sharp weapon, slicing it in two; moonlight flowed into cold, hard armor, tearing it away completely; moonlight illuminated an angry, ferocious face—

Let it light his way to death.

With a "plop," the heavy cavalryman's movements seemed to freeze, his heavy armor cleanly and neatly separating, just like the fountain of blood gushing from his head.

The warhorse, draped in black cloth, cowered in fear, but the boy merely stroked its mane, then patted its leg, signaling it to run away on its own.

Looking up, in the dim moonlight, the boy's iridescent blue eyes shone with a breathtaking light.

What was reflected in those eyes was a shattered world.

Whether on the human body, on walls, or in the air, ominous, flowing lines are visible—the hazy lines are constantly shifting, but they are always present somewhere on an individual. The lines seem to be constantly seeping out the obsessive idea of ​​"death," binding the mind and causing hallucinations.

Just like Karen I saw back then—the once lovable girl was not only torn apart from the horizontal line of her neck, but her abdomen, chest, legs, and hands were also covered with cracks like those of a broken porcelain doll.

That is a world that the living should not see. If you recklessly step in, the only result will be madness or gradual transformation into a non-human monster.

Gouging out eyes is pointless; what you can 'see' will still 'see'. The so-called curse is a vengeful ghost that will automatically return even if you try to abandon it.

However, the boy was not driven mad; instead, his smile took on a bloody tinge.

When he was slaying the sea monsters, his eyes, which resonated with the Twisted Land, could see faint lines. Now, in this valley where life and death intertwine, he finally confirmed the existence of those demonic eyes.

After days of torment and countless killings, it finally blossomed and bore fruit at this moment.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The distant bells rang again, and a slender figure walked through the gray fog-shrouded road, the worn dagger reflecting a silvery light.

Then, the three warriors reappeared from the bushes and came into the boy's view.

Moonlight appeared before them.

As long as a living being 'exists,' the death line will constantly change position. The ability to accurately 'see' the death line, when applied to Shuoyue, is almost indistinguishable from the Demon Eye, which can take lives with just a glance.

The silver moonlight, which did not belong to this world, flashed by and disappeared, just like the vibrant life that turned into dust.

After killing his three former adversaries with a single blow, the boy blinked and suddenly burst into tears of blood.

"Is that the end of the few minutes of use...?"

Unlike Ryougi Shiki and Arima Shiki, he did not sacrifice his 'self'. He only had the fact of 'possessing another's body' and the concept of 'sacrificing the life of his predecessor'. In the end, he and the Great Hero were not the same person. Being able to possess the Mystic Eyes by deceiving the rules was already an unexpected bonus.

“No.” A heavy voice responded to Shuoyue’s self-talk.

Every hair on her body stood on end as Shuoyue slowly turned around, her eyes still bleeding.

It was a burly figure, the heavy silhouette of which was shrouded in a black robe, revealing only a skull mask of a swordsman.

The tattered black robe could not conceal the eerie blue light emanating from him. It was the divine light refined from the execution of countless lives and the killing of countless fallen beings, proof of God's apostle walking in the world.

The idea that something is more terrifying than death is utter nonsense. At least here, only the angels of death are tolling the evening bells.

“Old Man of the Mountain…” Subconsciously swallowing, Shuoyue uttered the old man’s name in a dry voice. Enduring the burning pain in her eyes, she threw away the knife and a red and a yellow magic gun appeared in her hand.

Having already acquired the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, he no longer needed to forge himself with a dagger. And facing such a being, Sakugetsu's pride wouldn't allow him to excuse his defeat with the excuse of inferior weapons.

The initial assassin waited silently for Shuoyue to regain his composure before raising his rusty greatsword.

"What is the purpose of all the trials and tribulations, all the growth? Is it to build a towering edifice for endless desires?"

By the time Shuoyue realized what was happening, the old man in the black robe had already approached like a ghost, his long sword slicing towards the death line on his body—

"Fool, hand over your head!"

"Boom...boom...boom..."

A bell rang in the distance, then quickly faded away.

The next morning, Karen looked at Shuoyue as she walked out clutching her back and grimacing, and blinked in confusion.

"You went to the red-light district? Putting aside whether you just went there dressed like a priest, do you think you can get anything done with that small frame of yours?"

"Do you want to give me a try, whether I can do it or not?" Shuoyue replied irritably, the phantom pain still lingering in her body.

It would be a huge mistake to think that King Hassan only knows how to kill people and eat monsters—his greatsword is powerful and unpredictable, and a purely defensive approach will only lead to being gradually suppressed and losing any chance to turn the tide.

Even more dangerous is his ability to see through the death line. As the progenitor of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, he had long since mastered a combat style that combined the Mystic Eyes with swordsmanship. Every attack was aimed at the death line, and if he failed to parry even one attack, he would be cleaved into pieces by the greatsword.

No, blocking it was useless; that's how Shuoyue was cut in two.

Seemingly tired of Shuoyue's defensive tactics, the Old Man of the Mountain first severed the B-rank Noble Phantasm with a single sword strike, and then, from the waist up to the shoulder, completely cleaved Shuoyue in two.

Being injured by that greatsword tainted with the aura of death was no pleasant experience—when Shuoyue woke up this morning, he discovered that the place where he had been slashed in his dream had developed extensive necrosis. Even with his dragon-like physique, even across the dimensions of dream and reality, the concept of 'death' still tangibly affected him.

This also means that the battle with the Mountain Elder should not be taken lightly; without thorough preparation, one should not rashly confront him.

If her head were cut open, Shuoyue wasn't sure if her brain cells could recover.

However, opportunities to fight Grand Heroic Spirits are extremely rare, and he would never avoid battle.

"It's clearly a sugar-coated bullet... I can only try my best to improve my martial arts skills." Shuoyue sighed, then looked at Karen, "Any news from headquarters?"

“Just a few hours ago, news came that the Pope commended you for your actions and told you to hurry up and clean up the mess elsewhere, and not to bother him with such trivial matters in the future.”

"That's a good summary. Next time, don't bother with summaries; just read the report aloud." Shuoyue sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Anything else?"

"Yes." Karen picked up the official document and reported in a flat tone, "Also: The Magic Association has taken the initiative to undertake the task of unblocking the spiritual veins and has dispatched two genius magicians to handle it. We request that Bishop Shuoyue...Bishop?"

"Continue," a young priest said lazily, taking a bunch of grapes from the fruit plate and eating them.

"Tsk, I would like to ask Bishop Shuoyue to fulfill his duty as an overseer and supervise the behavior of the two magicians. That's all."

After confirming the information, Shuoyue put down the grapes, got up, and walked outside.

"If there's nothing else, you can go about your business at the church. I'll give you a day off, but you'll still come with me to deal with the ley line anomalies tonight."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Let's go for a walk." Duan Zang's report rang in her ears. Shuo Yue's lips curled up slightly. She stretched lazily in the sunlight at the door.

"While I'm at it, I'll go and meet some relatives."

Chapter 231 The Magical Woman and the New Residents of the Ilya House

"Attention travelers traveling to London, UK."

"Your flight is about to depart. Passengers who have not yet boarded, please proceed to gate 5 immediately..."

The airport was bustling with people; some boarded planes to travel to other places, while others had just disembarked and returned to their homeland.