Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Then—let's greet them with this strike!"

A crimson aura rose up, forming a giant battle axe three meters high, with even the runes engraved on it clearly visible.

Amidst the despairing gazes of the people in the military camp, the young man standing at the forefront slowly clenched his fist.

"cut!"

The air shattered, the heavens and earth wailed, and amidst the flying debris, the blood-red giant axe was embedded fiercely into the entrance of the camp, as if it had struck the hearts of all the enemies!

The barracks have fallen!

Chapter 244 The Dream of a Famous General

That was the past of a famous general.

At that time, it was a chaotic era, with heroes vying for power and many rising up. As a Qin citizen who was fortunate enough to live to this day, it was only natural for a young man to join the army and fight for his country.

By that time, the Qin Dynasty had already broken the alliance between Qin and Jin, and formulated a strategy to advance eastward, defeat the three Jin states, and plot to conquer the world.

As a soldier, the young man naturally stepped onto the battlefield.

He was born for the battlefield.

In the Qin Dynasty, to be promoted to a higher rank, one only needed to continuously kill enemies and survive. And that young man was like a hero bestowed by heaven, undefeated in countless battles, his military achievements increasing like his wounds.

During his long military career, the boy gradually grew into a young man, made many comrades-in-arms, and gradually developed a question.

Why are there wars?

On one occasion, his best friend, the benefactor who had saved his life, died in a small skirmish.

The young man still remembered the incredibly complex look in his close friend's eyes before the battle, and the trembling of his sword-wielding hand.

“I killed a man some time ago. Before he died, he knelt down and begged for mercy, saying that he had children at home who had not been raised and that he could not die here.”

“I cut off his head, and used the military merits earned from that head to accumulate enough gold so that even if I die, my parents can live out their old age in the capital.”

"And now, he's come looking for me."

This is of course an illusion. The dead cannot be brought back to life, just as the hatred between nations has become an unbreakable knot due to their ongoing conflicts.

But his best friend did indeed die by a man's sword.

As he slew the enemy who had killed his best friend, the helmeted man was still howling to the sky, shouting that he had avenged his father. He even wept bitterly when he got emotional, before the young man pierced his heart with a sword, killing him beyond any hope of survival.

The young man has never lost; whether in the present or in the more than seventy battles to come, he has never been defeated.

But he still remembers the curse that man uttered on his deathbed.

"I already have a child, and he will seek revenge..." The enemy, who looked more immature than a young man yet more mature, turned his head, his bloodshot eyes staring at the expressionless Qin warrior. "You damned Qin barbarian, my child, we, the sons of Zhao, will one day cut off your head..."

He drew his longsword and slashed horizontally.

Blood gushed into the sky; he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Even the young man himself didn't know whether he was so cold-blooded as to exchange the enemy's head for military merit, or whether he simply didn't want to hear those final words.

"My dearest friend, I have avenged you."

"I also understand why the war continues."

There was once a man named Yu Gong who moved mountains, vowing that his descendants would never cease to work until he could topple the Taihang and Wangwu Mountains.

Now, after a century of bloody war, the national and personal grievances are countless, and neither side can back down an inch.

“My dear friend, you killed the enemy's warrior for the sake of your country, which shows your love for your country and is a great act of righteousness; the warrior's child killed you, which is avenging his father and is filial piety; as your friend, I killed the warrior's child, which is repaying a blood debt and is also just right.”

"But what should we do next?"

"His children? My children? His friends? My friends? His country, my country?"

The man, no longer a boy, had a deep voice:

"I do not wish for this centuries of chaos to continue. I will end this era of war in my hands and unify the world by slaughtering the six kingdoms."

Emerging from the quartermaster's tent, the young man donned the armor of a Left Vice-Chief and looked at the nobleman named Wei Ran who had appreciated him.

"Let's go."

It was the third month of autumn, the weather was already harsh, all things were withering, and a desolate atmosphere filled the fields.

The renowned general who decided to stop war with force stepped onto the stage that time had paved for him.

……

……

……

She opened her eyes, and a few rays of sunlight shone through the curtained window, falling on her golden hair and her beautiful eyes, which were streaked with tears.

The emperor awoke from his sleep and found himself at his desk by the window, where the amount of paperwork he had been working on all night had only increased.

"I, this is..."

The girl's wistful whispers echoed in the lonely room.

After a long silence, her eyes hardened, and her pale little hand reached out to grab the official documents on the table.

Killing surrendered prisoners: EX

The resentment of the dead transforms into blood demons, which, while attempting to corrupt the bound, are also driven by them.

Bearing the resentment of massacring 400,000 surrendered soldiers, he should have been cursed to death by hatred. But once there is a target far beyond these killings, then all of this is nothing more than a pile of bones in a tomb to achieve his goal.

Killing is not pleasurable. To kill those who seek to stop the war is to offend Heaven, commit countless sins, and die a terrible death. However, even if one's hands are stained with blood, one should still dot the eyes of the sleeping dragon that is Qin!

—This is the origin of the blood-red giant axe that seems to cheat the moon.

The more people you kill, the thicker the blood essence becomes, and the more diverse and powerful the changes it can produce.

When rescuing Nero, Shuoyue was surrounded by corpses. He could easily conjure a giant axe tens of meters long and sweep away hundreds of enemies. Here, he had not yet killed anyone, so his bloodlust was not strong enough. However, he still managed to destroy the enemy's hard-won camp gate with a single axe blow.

Moreover, while the enemy was still in shock from encountering the supernatural phenomenon, Shuoyue raised her hand once again.

"wind!"

The flames were ignited, and even in the clear daylight, the flickering flames on each spear still represented burning and destruction!

"Gale!"

The formidable leadership brought by the 'Ten Sages of the Martial Temple' made the soldiers under Shuoyue as calm as machines, and as united as one in throwing their weapons. Their targets were naturally the enemy's supplies and all flammable materials within sight!

In an instant, the barracks burst into flames. Many soldiers, before they could even change into their armor, were caught in the fire demon's embrace and turned into charred remains with screams.

Under the lightning-fast attack of Shuoyue and his party, the enemy camp was thrown into chaos, but the white-haired youth did not even look at the scene behind him, but simply turned his horse around.

"Everyone retreat! Tell the governor there's an enemy camp here, and order him to send a large army to annihilate it!"

Shouting in a loud voice that everyone could hear, the squad of over thirty men resumed their rapid advance. The rising blood energy from the military camp enveloped them, pushing aside the air currents and propelling them swiftly toward the exit.

"Stop them! Stop them!" The centurion in the patrol drew his short sword and ordered his men to block the only exit.

All the defensive structures along the way were rendered useless—because the enemy came from behind them. Even so, the patrol soldiers were still well-trained and formed a shield formation, stacking large shields covered with animal hides to form a wall that blocked the squad's escape route.

Meanwhile, inside the burning barracks, a centurion was angrily rallying his troops, gathering their strength, and vowing to encircle and annihilate the raiding squad from both inside and outside.

The young man in the lead clearly knew they were scouts. If they were allowed to escape, the Roman Empire would surely send a large army, and they would be the ones killed!

"You guys take some men to put out the fire, the rest of you come with me. Make sure to slaughter these guys completely! Don't let a single one escape!"

Then the massive army came from behind, and the patrol team in front formed an impenetrable wall. Shuoyue and the others had nowhere to run!

The white-haired youth merely sneered, drawing his sword along with the warriors behind him. A dangerous, blood-red aura gathered on both the blades and the hooves of the warhorses.

"Get out of my way!"

The 30-man squad transformed into arrows and crashed into the shield formation of a hundred men. Instantly, screams filled the air!

Chapter 245 Cutting, Encirclement, and Annihilation – The End of the Wave

Like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

It was as if it were bathed in blood and fire.

The knights who brought the apocalypse were so close. Their steeds kicked violently, trampling on the man-made shields like the deafening impact of battering rams. The blood-red light from their hooves easily shattered the wooden shields, just as a Celtic longsword could easily sever an arm from a human body. As the sword flashed and blood stained the ground, a person's shoulder, limbs, or head would be separated from their body, their neck pierced and bloodied, their internal organs spilling out onto the ground.

The seemingly impregnable shield formation crumbled the moment it came into contact with the knights. The dying screams of their comrades shocked them. The soldiers from the United Empire looked at the charging knights ahead, at the crimson in their eyes, and their hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

Those were not soldiers of the living, for they came covered in mountains of corpses and seas of blood; they came with the will of Morse, to cut off the hair of the living and steal their souls!

The moment they realized this, the messenger of death rode in and, in a more direct way, sent them to the underworld.

The fierce skirmish ended in an instant. To outsiders, the white-haired general simply led his soldiers in a charge, broke through the shielded defenses, left the corpses behind, and rode away.

The patrol's crushing defeat enraged the centurion. He cursed loudly, abandoned his slow-moving troops, and ordered his cavalry to charge after the receding enemy.

After breaking through the shield formation, Shuoyue's path was unobstructed. He slightly turned his head, glanced at his own knights, and his brows furrowed somewhat.

Even though he tried his best to protect himself with blood magic, two cavalrymen still fell behind and were killed by the patrol soldiers.

Even though Shuoyue had prepared himself mentally, he still found it hard to accept, as he always strived for a perfect playthrough.

Of course, as long as the war continues, such feelings will eventually become numb.

Thinking this, the young man looked into the distance and spotted the enemy officer whose face was flushed with anger, leading a small squad as they approached.

“It’s not a good thing if the opponent is too stupid; let’s stop him.”

Upon hearing this, the cavalrymen took out their spare light spears. Without needing to calibrate them, they simply tossed them from a distance, and dozens of spears rained down.

"Attention—!" The pursuers behind had already noticed the attack. Although startled, they remained calm and stopped in their tracks, each using their own methods to defend themselves.

Apart from a few unlucky ones who were injured and fell from their horses, the others quickly avoided the impact, but their speed inevitably slowed down. The centurion cursed loudly in anger, but to no avail.

At this moment, not only the pursuing troops, but also the main force of the enemy army also came out of the camp and poured into the forest path, determined to capture all of these "scouts".

“It’s time.” Shuoyue kept a close eye on her surroundings. After hearing the sudden sharp cry of birds in the forest, she pulled on the horse’s head and raised the bronze sword in her hand high.

A crimson blood aura shot into the sky, transforming into a dazzling signal that caught everyone's eye.

Before the enemy could react, the sounds of battle erupted from both sides of the woods. Led by their generals, the two armies plunged into the pursuing main force like sharp knives, shattering their formation.

"Damn it, it's an ambush! Retreat, retreat now!"