Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Even though they were wearing the uniforms of the Roman Empire, the faces of those swarming humans no longer showed any brilliance of human intelligence; all that remained were the unconscious groans of wild beasts and the instinct to pounce forward.

The murky light of blood melted their eyeballs, and jagged scales clung to their bones, piercing through flesh and blood, growing outwards broken tentacles.

They are not the retinue of the old rulers, but their existence is even more despicable and lowly. They are pitiful ants who have completely lost their human dignity and are still struggling in the mud.

What kind of ingredients are needed to cook humanity into this state?

If you're addicted to the thrill of killing, then let that feeling fill your body.

If one revels in the suffering of living beings, then one should recklessly exploit everything to kill and plunder.

If you succumb to the darkness of desire, then kneel before desire and abandon thought.

In the desperate situation at the Gate of Death, the army of Shuoyue encountered thousands of terrifying enemies. No one knew what the Allied Empire's army had gone through; all they knew was that these monsters were the enemy, objects they had to trample over in order to survive.

With low growls, the monsters pounced forward. The water, fire, wind, and thunder in the Bagua formation had no effect on them, only damaging their clothing and exposing their alien bodies.

Breaking through the indiscriminate attacks of the Bagua Formation, the icy blood demons transformed into countless weapons, plunging fiercely into their bodies.

To Shuoyue's secret relief, the Blood Fiend took effect. The enemy at the forefront let out a final, unwilling cry before turning to ashes, leaving no trace of his body.

But the dark, swarming 'beasts' did not stop because of death. The enemies, who had lost their minds, charged forward one after another, quickly feeding the blood-fiend weapons with their lives. Then, howling, they finally clashed with the soldiers under Shuoyue's command.

The people in the front row began to fight, but the enemies in the back row were not so lucky—the giant terracotta warriors, carved like blood-red gemstones, straightened up, wielding their halberds and smashing down with a devastating blow from below!

Amidst a rumbling sound more violent than thunder, the white-haired commander, his robes fluttering, calmly spoke:

"Don't linger in battle, move quickly."

Even if he were extremely murderous, he wouldn't fight under such circumstances.

Moreover, the Stone Soldiers Formation separated them from the main force, and it was uncertain whether a force of only a few hundred people could defeat these monsters.

Just look at the devastation of the battle—

The spear thrust out, piercing the enemy's body without drawing a single drop of blood. The soldiers of the Allied Empire didn't even utter a sound; their eyes were fixed on the spearman's heart with fanaticism. They dropped the cumbersome long object in their hands, their archers formed claws, sharp scales protruding from between them, and lunged forward, knocking away the shield-bearing soldier, knocking down the spearman, tearing open his chest, and bowing their heads.

It began to devour his still-beating heart.

Of course, some shield bearers managed to block the enemy's attack, and the soldiers behind them fought back fiercely. After their wounds accumulated to a certain extent, even the seemingly monstrous enemies had to fall down, but they were still twitching involuntarily. Tentacles suddenly bloomed from behind them, and if they didn't have time to retreat, they would be dragged over and become flesh and blood food.

A tremor ran through Shuoyue's spirit core. She knew it was the soldiers' souls wailing, protesting against their commander who had suppressed their fear.

If this continues, even the most powerful Spirit Origin will not be able to suppress the soldiers' desertion, and if that happens, it will be the general's dereliction of duty.

We must escape before that happens.

Thus, Shuoyue no longer cared about storing blood evil. The terracotta warriors behind him brandished halberds, clearing the way ahead. As he raised his right hand, even more blood-red terracotta warriors, as tall as a person, took shape. Feng Yong stepped forward, joining the battle, fighting the enemy in place of flesh and blood soldiers. He tore apart the enemy's bodies and crushed their heads without expression until they stopped moving.

The imperial soldiers, stunned, unconsciously obeyed Shuoyue's orders and ran towards the Gate of Death.

Heading north, they broke through hell and the underworld, smashed through towering mountains, filled up raging rivers, shattered thunderbolts, and broke through rain of fire. Amidst ever-changing formations, the soldiers ran with abandon until all that remained in their eyes were bizarre and abstract images, and all that remained in their ears was the commander's calm and composed shouts.

The Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Era contain the universe, the yin and yang of the cosmos, and are never just a simple formation, but a world, an entire world.

The gate to life is in the northeast, which is an undeniable fact. But under the control of the dominant party, where exactly is east and west, and where is north and south?

Once you fall into this small world, you will be at the mercy of Zhuge Liang from then on. If it weren't for Kongming leading the army to retreat back then and not being able to control it personally, Lu Xun would definitely not have been able to get out of this formation.

However, evolving a small world using an array is extremely difficult. The white-haired commander remained calm and assessed the situation. The blood demon behind him never stopped attacking, tirelessly striking the invisible magic barrier around him, creating patches of stained-like walls.

In the instant the formation began to stagnate, Shuoyue exhaled and made a sound, causing a cloud of blood-red energy to rise up, shaking the formation like a meteorite falling from below. Then, it swept up the soldiers behind her, transformed into a blood-red light, rushed out of the life gate before they could turn back, and disappeared.

In that instant, a young man in the distance, who had been lying in bed with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his mouth and vomited mouthfuls of blood. The array plate in front of him, which had been shaping the world, shattered instantly.

The Stone Army Formation has been broken.

But before he lost consciousness, the young man had a relieved smile on his face.

On the open field, the soldiers who had managed to escape under the protection of the new moon looked around in terror, only to see the stone pillar slowly dissipating into dust, and the large army that had arrived behind them and was holding back. Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief, their backs soaked with sweat.

A quick count revealed that of the hundreds of light cavalry who had entered the battlefront, only a few dozen remained.

If it weren't for the protection of the new moon's bloodlust, probably no one would have made it out.

The white-haired general, who had made great contributions, gazed alone at the distant, faintly visible fortress, lost in thought.

"Rosario".

"Here!" Rosario, who had been ordered to guard the rear but was not trapped, was in high spirits and spurred his horse forward.

"According to the original plan, we will head towards our destination and establish a base. Someone will set off alone to conduct reconnaissance."

“Commander, this…!” Rosario instinctively wanted to refute, but when he glanced at his compatriots lying on the ground, nine out of ten of whom were dead, and the look of relief and fear on their faces, he remained silent for a moment before speaking in a deep voice.

"Yes, we will not fail in our mission!"

And so, the man and his horse set off again.

Chapter 275 Leonidas, Darius III, Alexandria

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As the crimson twilight spread, a general riding a white horse traversed the mountains and wilderness, his handsome face devoid of any expression.

In his mind, those humans bound by the laws of depravity, unable to escape, were still howling in agony, trying to spread despair to all living beings around them.

Without a doubt, even the soldiers of the United Empire have fallen victim to some kind of evil force, turning them into monsters that are neither human nor ghost.

To put it more bluntly, this so-called "certain existence" is beast.

They are beasts of original sin, known as "human evil," a great calamity rejected by human history.

Human evil, though evil, can never be eradicated; it will arise as long as humanity exists, but humanity must overcome it. The term "human evil" refers to "evil that humanity seeks to eliminate," not "evil that destroys humanity."

The relationship between "human evil" and "heroic spirit summoning" is equivalent to the self-destruction mechanism of humanity and its safety mechanism—in other words, Chaldea, which possesses the magic of summoning heroic spirits, was on the opposite side from the very beginning.

In the second singularity, they encountered an enemy no less formidable than the Demon King and Tiamat. If Fujimaru knew about this, he would definitely burst into tears.

Shuoyue curled the corners of her lips, but for some reason, she couldn't smile.

Such a situation, such an apocalypse, also occurred on the land of China more than three hundred years ago... or even thousands of years ago.

The white-haired general closed his eyes. The wailing human figures on the ground, the smiling demons beside him, the "beast" he had pushed down with his own hands, the blood-red sky, the hell beneath his feet... all these memories flowed into his soul from his spirit origin.

"Is that so? I understand why you came here... and I understand what I should do next."

Opening his ruby-red eyes, the man possessed a captivating aura in the night, making it difficult to discern whether he was human or demon.

Or perhaps, to defeat something inhuman, one must also transform into a dragon.

Soon, the city came into view. The white-haired general dismounted, and behind him, the blood-red lines outlined the shape of a bird. Fluttering its wings, it flew over the unguarded city wall towards the quietest, yet most dangerous, place.

The lights were sparse, and the candle flames flickered, fearfully outlining each figure in the room, intermittent and fleeting.

If any Galilean were here, they wouldn't believe their eyes.

This was a scene no less impressive than the "Gathering of the Bear Kings"—besides Darius III, who was all black and had bulging muscles, and Leonidas, who had his chest open and revealed his eight-pack abs and was very strong, there was also a handsome red-haired boy with delicate features and an increasingly ferocious beast head on his shoulder sitting in the head seat, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Now, the beautiful boy's true name no longer needs to be hidden; he is none other than Alexander, the young form of the conqueror Iskandar, who still retains the skill of 'beautiful boy with a beautiful face'.

It is worth mentioning that Alexander the Great, as the conqueror, and Darius III, who repeatedly stood in his way, were formidable rivals, irreconcilable enemies who would fight to the death whenever they met.

But now, these three men (including the future ones) are sitting together properly, staring at something on the table with sullen expressions.

That was a young man with waist-length hair, wearing glasses, a delicate face, and blood still stuck to the corner of his mouth...

Calling her the 'Queen' of the Conqueror King wouldn't be out of the question (chuckles).

"When can this thing be used?" However, Alexander's tone at this moment sounded exactly like he was talking about some kind of object.

“His spirit origin is normal; it seems he has suffered a mental shock,” Darius III replied calmly.

Yes, you heard right—Darius III, who only ever shouted "Naohooohoooh" all day long, finally spoke!

“We cannot rule out the possibility that they are using this as an excuse to escape the battle,” Leonidas added.

It seems like a very peaceful scene... if you ignore the beast head on Alexander's shoulder, the sharp scales on Darius's back, and the worms wriggling on Leonidas's chest.

Clearly, it wasn't just Alexander who was being controlled; his retinue was able to communicate in human language, thanks to his status as a Servant.

It seems the United Empire has completely fallen. I wonder how Fujimaru and Nero are doing... Sakugetsu, who was listening through her familiar, seemed to be deep in thought.

The conversation in the room continued.

Where did Gura go?

"Gaul, the front line, he is very interested in the follower Caesar."

"Just wait a little longer. Invidia is on his way. Once his body is taken over, this place will become our hunting ground."

"Hmph, that magic base from that country is such a nuisance. It can even protect itself. Back in our day..."

Arcadia.

"Tch, I know. Speaking of which, hasn't that person arrived yet?"

“The ‘Stone Army Formation’ has been broken; he’s probably on his way.”

"That's good. When the time comes, we will all reveal our true forms together, and even he will not be able to survive."

"This is no longer the era of that man. He is no longer the Grand Master who can command tens of thousands of troops. He is now a wandering, lonely soul."

He stated his conclusion with unwavering certainty, and the room fell silent. The crimson bird that had been eavesdropping outside the window flapped its wings and silently disappeared into the deep night before finally folding its feathers and perching on the white-haired general's shoulder.

On the hillside, a man stroked a magnificent horse, his blood-red eyes shining brightly.

"As expected."

If they are truly a family, then the current new moon is no match for them.

The spirit possessing him is a general, and a general's skills are built upon his soldiers. With the current number and quality of soldiers, they would struggle to even annihilate the manipulated Roman Empire army, let alone contend with his own retinue.

If a real fight breaks out, it'll probably be like the Earth Defense Force battling the Chaos God Grimd—definitely courting death.

New Moon needs a Servant to join in order to pull out the Spark Lens and transform into Luto Raman, but only defeated Familias can recruit new Operators... Ugh, a vicious cycle.

But if they really have no other choice, would Shuoyue still come here?

Invisible and colorless magic surged from the contract, flowing into the white-haired man's hand and condensing into a crystal.

"Let me entrust my trust to you. Also, I'm sorry, my Master."

Apologize to Nero for having a large amount of his magic drained. With a flick of his hand, the bird on his shoulder took flight, swallowed the crimson crystal, fluttered its wings, and disappeared into the night once more.

At the same time, the white-haired general mounted his horse without hesitation and turned to leave.