Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

He issued a series of urgent orders, and the white-haired commander focused his mind, seriously dealing with the unfamiliar and dangerous enemy.

The true 'exotic' thing from this singularity finally bared its fangs at them.

Chapter 271 The Target, Kongming and Iskandar

Just like becoming the raid commander of the Dragon Prison in World of Warcraft, Shuoyue meticulously calculated every step, locked in every opportunity, and used the most concise language to issue the most effective commands.

"Shield bearers advance three zhang, adult soldiers follow, spears ready."

The moment the tentacle whipped into place, some of the blood energy dissipated, and some of it was transferred.

"Spear thrust out, medic has ten seconds to act."

The blood-stained spear was incredibly sharp, piercing through the demonic scales of the tentacles, tearing away countless pieces of flesh with each thrust, causing the tentacles to emit a scream that was almost a agonizing cry.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the light infantrymen, temporarily acting as medics, rushed forward and yanked their comrades or corpses out of the battle.

"Those who can't retreat, lie down! Gather your formation, form a yoke formation, quick!"

Sensing the danger, the soldiers sprang into action, setting up their formations and defensive lines before the lasers arrived.

Amidst a deafening roar, the beam of destruction clashed with the overwhelming bloodlust, both annihilating each other. As the light dissipated, a torrential downpour of crimson rain fell, crashing onto the tentacles and igniting magnificent flames.

"The spearmen retreated, switched to a fish-scale formation, and moved back three zhang."

The moonlight was gone, and the empty night was filled with intertwined crimson and scarlet. The white-haired general stood with his sword, and the blood-red aura gathered with his will, transforming into a giant terracotta warrior several meters tall. The great bow in his hand slowly opened, and a heavy arrow thicker than his torso was loaded onto it and slowly tightened.

The soldiers retreated in an orderly fashion. Caligula's tentacles seemed to have miscalculated, and with a powerful slam, they crashed to the ground, raising a barrier of dust.

"Want to run?"

Shuoyue saw through the tentacles' intentions and sneered.

My legion is not something you can come and go as you please.

The colossus behind him released its grip, and a massive arrow, gleaming like crystal, whipped up a whirlwind, piercing through the thick fog. More like Thor's hammer than the Spear of Longinus, it shattered Caligula's body and spirit origin together.

"Goooooooooooo—!" A sound that was hard to tell whether it was pain or relief rang out. The spirit representing 'Caligula' was annihilated by the blood demon and completely dissipated into the air. The overwhelming demonic tentacles also disappeared.

After the brief skirmish ended, Shuoyue pondered releasing the control of the spirit base. All the soldiers immediately felt the gates in their hearts loosen. The relief of surviving the ordeal, the fear of encountering the monster, and the exhaustion that made their bodies weak all surged like a tide. Suddenly, "thump thump" sounds rang out one after another, as if they were falling down like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Standing at the very back, the commander, who was racking his brains and exhausting his energy, did not relax. The colossus behind him disintegrated into blood demons and was absorbed by him, but the blood light in the man's eyes grew even stronger.

"Demon scales, rose spear, there's only one opponent with these characteristics... Hmph, so you're finally revealing your hand?"

At this moment, Shuoyue fully understood why he had been summoned and the significance of the famous general possessing him.

"But... why you? In which part of your life is the shadow of the Beast present, that you would not hesitate to descend from the Throne of Heroes to eliminate her?"

Such whispers were destined to go unanswered. Shuoyue was unaware that Nero had dreamt of the famous general's past. All he could do was set aside his doubts and try to deal with the "reality" before him.

"Rosario." The white-haired commander summoned his confidant, gave a few instructions, and then used his spirit origin to command the soldiers who still had energy to start working. With the help of Blood Fiend, they quickly set up a camp on the spot. The quartermaster provided food, and supplies were transported from the ship. The logistics were arranged in an orderly manner, allowing the soldiers, who were tired from the journey, to quickly lie down in their tents, where snoring filled the air.

After settling the exhausted soldiers, Shuoyue walked alone on the beach, silently contemplating her next move.

Even now, he still felt a little astonished—because the tentacles possessing Caligula were not the whole picture, but at most a small part of a huge creature.

Even so, more than a dozen people in the legion died on the spot, and the number of wounded reached more than a hundred.

Ordinary spears and swords cannot harm this monster. Even if they are imbued with bloodlust, the soldiers are still mortals. The current Shuoyue cannot provide protection for every single one of them. Once the enemy breaks through the shield soldiers' line, the legion will be subjected to a devastating massacre.

If things reach that point, Shuoyue herself can go into battle and spar with the Servants, after all...

"Only a Servant can defeat another Servant." Shuoyue murmured this truth, finally understanding what she needed to do next.

His legion should also welcome the arrival of a few Servants.

And speaking of the unclaimed servants in this singularity—

"A tangible island?" Shaking her head, Shuoyue couldn't help but laugh out loud. "That's really true. If a murderer like me were to break in, Steno and the others would definitely fight back to the death, right?"

The Isle of Form is the territory of Stheno, one of Medusa's two older sisters. Accompanying her are Elizabeth the Dragon Girl and Tamamo Cat, who is an incarnation of one of Tamamo-no-Mae's tails.

The combat power of the three Servants sounds impressive at first glance, but unfortunately, Sakumoku doesn't need any empty shells or Servants who haven't experienced the battlefield in his army.

Without proper constraints, they will only cause trouble.

"Tamamo Neko is good at handling logistics, but if I don't twist their will, they will never join me. Oh well."

Flipping through his memories, the man quickly thought of his second target: two exceptionally powerful Heroic Spirits who, although possessing masters, were nonetheless masters.

"The Zhuge Liang of later generations and the conqueror king of Macedon?"

Of course, it's also possible to say it was El-Melloi II and his boy.

In the original storyline, they were controlled by Rafe, kidnapped Boudica, lured Nero over, and after confirming her will, let her go and were killed.

But if they get serious, the combination of the peerless strategist and the invincible overlord might completely crush Nero at that time.

"Judging from the possessed person's memories, their base is near Marsilia... Hmm, it's time to make preparations."

The enemy has already played their cards, and it is only right and proper for Shuoyue to retaliate.

The white-haired commander raised his arm, and the Great Qin Black Bird Banner, symbolizing the virtue of water, fluttered in the wind.

He is a lonely shadow left behind by people of the past, no longer belonging to this era. He has no comrades behind him, and even the battle flag is not real, but a creation made of spirit particles.

Even so, a radiant smile appeared on the man's face, unseen by anyone, as he murmured in a strange yet calm voice.

"Da Qin..."

No one responded.

A response in my heart.

"Wan Sheng."

From beginning to end, he never considered taking Rome into account.

Or rather, both he and he are like that.

Chapter 272 The Challenge from 'Alexander'

The army set off early the next morning.

Although they came across the sea with limited supplies, the sheer size of the legion meant that their ostentatious display would naturally attract the enemy's attention.

Under the influence of the 'Divine Marching Technique A+', the nearly 10,000-strong army moved as nimbly as a small squad, catching any stragglers of enemy troops and giving them a sound beating. In addition to annihilating the enemy and taking their supplies and provisions, Shuoyue's legion even took the opportunity to destroy several camps and strongholds, disguising them as resource points for the Imperial Army, before continuing its advance.

After their hellish battles with the Servants, the soldiers were astonished to find that fighting their former enemies was as easy as a father beating his son. Sometimes, they didn't even need to use Bloodlust. Under the command of their respective legion commanders, they would form formations, divide and encircle the enemies without losing a single soldier, and calmly and peacefully devour them all.

Like a giant dragon formed from the convergence of forces, it is no longer an existence that ordinary humans can defeat.

The morale of his subordinates was soaring, while Shuoyue silently absorbed the bloodlust from the 'burning, killing and looting' along the way, using war to fuel her fighting spirit, and waiting for the nightmare-level battle to come.

Both are enshrined in the Temple of Martial Arts, representing the two chief strategists of Chinese military annihilation and orthodoxy, respectively.

Now, as pseudo-servants, afterimages from different times and spaces, are they finally about to engage in a real battle?

After countless simulations and plans, the blood-red man opened his eyes, his face radiating confidence.

"I'm sorry, but in the intelligence war, I've taken the lead!"

Kongming was already a Servant with a bond level of 13 or higher in Gari very early on, and Shuoyue knew his skills inside and out. Although his skills would definitely change in actual battle, having prepared in advance would prevent him from panicking.

But soon, Shuoyue dismissed the idea.

The situation before him was even more unexpected than he had imagined.

He was a boy with striking short red hair. His androgynous appearance was outstanding from both male and female perspectives, and his attire was both refreshing and heroic.

However, the scales and horns wrapped around his arms, and the beast head protruding from the flesh on his shoulder, tore apart the beauty of the boy. The beauty of ferocity and the beauty of handsomeness did not combine, but rather seemed to be fighting each other like enemies, making the boy's expression look extremely painful.

Even so, when he encountered Shuoyue at the forefront of the legion, his eyes still shone with joy.

"Hello, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

After the initial joy subsided, malice surged like a rising tide, and the beautiful young man opened his mouth in anguish, uttering a voice that was not his own at all:

"Your fellow Chinese Servant has been kidnapped by me. You fool who wants to destroy us, if you don't drop your weapons, then come on! Let us give you the deepest despair!"

Having said that, the two beast heads on the boy's shoulders roared, urging his body to turn around and disappear from Shuoyue's sight at a speed beyond human capabilities.

"Governor, it seems he is also..."

“Yes, just like Caligula back then.” Shuoyue nodded slightly. “It wasn’t him who issued the challenge to us, but another being.”

Recalling the pleading look in the handsome young man's eyes as he left, and the provocative words spoken by that being, the white-haired commander raised his hand without changing his expression.

"Continue the advance."

As Nero advanced triumphantly towards the final pass in the new moon, he encountered a new crisis.

"Is that all there is to it? Even Rome has fallen into decline many years after my death!"

The one who posed such a question was a man dressed in the robes of a bailiff, wearing a laurel leaf on his head, and who looked unusually wealthy.

Despite his large physique, his combat prowess was exceptionally fierce. Every swing of his 'Yellow Death' would unleash a yellow flash, forcing back any Servants who tried to advance and shredding any soldiers who couldn't retreat in time.

"Damn it... I don't remember that Julius Caesar being so formidable in individual combat!" Boudica shouted, then somersaulted to the side, taking Fujimaru with her as she dodged the attack range of the Yellow Death. "In that case, the Wheel of Protection is not to be sworn to!"

The chariot roared in, not to attack, but to block Caesar's storm-like offensive. Even though such a defense would be shattered by the sword in no time, Boudica had already led his army out of the attack range.

The man didn't give chase. He stood still like a doll that had been turned off, watching the Imperial army's disarrayed retreat.

Bathed in the blood-red sunset, the sharp scales on his body emitted a low humming sound as if they were about to pierce the air.

Back at the camp, Boudica finished tidying up the soldiers, then plopped down on his tent, grumbling angrily.

"So all those Roman emperors were weirdos! After all, it's the country they left behind, yet they were so ruthless!"

Even though she still didn't approve of Rome, Boudica still felt heartbroken seeing vibrant lives disappear before her eyes.

“Gaius Julius Caesar, the wise emperor who uttered ‘I came, I saw, I conquered,’ shouldn’t be like this…”

Fujimaru Ritsuka sat to the side, lost in thought.

"Not only that, as a Servant, his level of exertion is extremely inconsistent with the state of his Spirit Origin. According to Chaldea's calculations, that's an attack that can only be used by burning one's Spirit Origin." The doctor gave the conclusion from the other end of the bracelet. "At the same time, his Spirit Origin itself is not pure, and it is even fluctuating unstablely, with a strong resistance reaction."

“That means…” Boudica and Fujimaru exchanged a glance and quickly came to a conclusion.

Perhaps something unusual has affected Julius Caesar.

"Phew, thankfully Nero had a headache and was resting, so he didn't participate in this battle." Boudica rubbed her temples and sighed with relief.