Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"What are you all doing? Stop right now!"

After recognizing who the newcomers were, the Imperial soldiers stopped what they were doing and looked at each other in bewilderment.

On the high platform, the white-haired general let out a blatant sneer: "Why did this guy come over here?"

"It seems His Majesty the Emperor cares about you quite a bit." Weber, standing to the side, chuckled lightly, fanning himself with his feather fan, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

"I'm saying, shouldn't you be honest about some things? Or do you want to keep it a secret until the very end, like you did back then?"

Shuoyue was slightly taken aback, and after a moment of silence, she turned her gaze away.

"I see."

Having said that, he turned around and went to meet the imposing emperor.

"His Majesty……"

"Don't call me Your Majesty! Tell me, what exactly happened!"

Tomorrow I have a full day of classes and homework, so I'll be slacking off all day.

Chapter 279 The Departed Emperor, Aiming for the Holy Grail!

Throughout the feudal imperial system, generals who held military power were always objects of the emperor's suspicion.

Those whose achievements overshadow the emperor may harbor rebellious intentions, and are thus falsely accused... In times of great chaos, renowned generals are the emperor's most powerful weapons, but when the world is at peace, they are discarded like birds after the bow is used up, and their usefulness is extinguished like a hunting dog after the rabbit is killed.

But when Shuoyue looked at the blond emperor, she was surprised to find that her anger was not feigned, but hidden behind the intense emotions was a kind of feeling that did not belong to the emperor.

"Do you... really know what you're doing?"

"Of course, Your Majesty."

Nero's ahoge (cowlick) drooped as she looked at the white-haired general with a calm expression, realizing that just minutes before, he had watched the people of the United Empire step into their graves with the same indifferent expression.

The image of the man sitting in the chair, listening gently to her laughter, remains vivid in her memory. However, the reality that he remained unmoved while tens of thousands of lives were lost is also laid bare before her.

The sense of separation brought astonishment, astonishment brought resentment, and within that resentment lay stubbornness, which ultimately transformed into a resistance akin to anger.

Especially while talking to her, Shuoyue did not stop. The soldiers behind him shouted and yelled, ordering the prisoners to enter the pit, just like they were herding pigs and sheep!

The soldiers of the United Empire had long been aware of the danger. When they noticed Nero looking over, their pleas for mercy instantly became louder, and even as they were being whipped, they tried their best to let out pitiful howls.

Like a wild beast struggling relentlessly out of instinct.

However, such a move was remarkably effective for a certain emperor who was always soft-hearted.

"I command you to stop, do you hear me!" With a furious shout, Nero drew his meteorite sword.

But the next moment, she felt a chill on her neck.

"what……"

A low sigh escaped her constricted throat, and the girl in the red dress froze, as if frozen in place by Medusa's serpentine eyes.

Not only her body, but her brain also refused to think and refused to acknowledge a certain reality.

"Hey, hey, you're kidding, right..." Even Weber, who had instigated this, couldn't help but clench his feather fan, not to mention the soldiers who stared wide-eyed, their weapons falling to the ground involuntarily.

Because—the new moon drew its bronze sword and placed it against Nero's neck.

In other words, the governor, personally appointed by the emperor, is holding the empire's supreme ruler, Augustus, hostage with a sword.

"A general in the field may disobey orders, even if it is you." The cold blade licked the emperor's delicate skin, drawing blood and dripping it.

With his left hand around the girl's waist and his sword in reverse, he held Nero back so she wouldn't turn around. This way, Shuoyue wouldn't be able to see her misty eyes, and they could be more determined to stay together.

"Please leave, Your Majesty. This is not a battlefield for you."

What respectful, yet what words that kept people at arm's length!

The young woman, filled with fervent love, risked her life in enemy territory to find the man, only to be confronted with a sword upon their reunion, forced to return to the wilderness surrounded by wolves.

A farcical comedy, a tragic character.

Fighting back tears, Nero desperately tried to turn her head, but the man's arm was like heavy steel; even ignoring the deadly blade, the immense strength still rendered her immobile.

Noticing the soldiers' terrified gazes fixed on them, Nero wanted to rage, but in the end, he could only groan weakly, "You... also rejected me?"

The soldiers looked at each other, and finally, Rosario stepped forward and knelt on one knee:

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but we all believe the general's actions are correct. These strange... enemies must be wiped out completely."

"Is that so?" Nero gave a poignant smile.

This is no longer a matter of life and death for the United Empire's army. Their commander has already raised his sword against Augustus. Even if Nero says this is treason, the Senate will not object, nor will the people of the world.

Even so, they, including soldiers who were part of her Imperial Guard, still chose to support the white-haired general and silently endorsed his treasonous actions.

The sense of abandonment by the world swept over him like a tsunami. Nero lowered his head and watched as the soldiers of the United Empire fell into the pit, crying and begging for mercy. However, the blood-red giant terracotta warrior, like a demon, remained silent. The shovel in his hand raised the soil and buried all the sounds and movements.

One, two, three...

The cold air seeped into the wound on her neck, spreading all the way to her heart and extinguishing her fiery passion.

As the last handful of earth fell, the stars in the girl's eyes went out. She lowered her head as if she had lost her soul, and remained unmoved even when Shuoyue released her sword.

The countless arms that seemed to break through the soil like plants and desperately reach for the sky in the newly filled pit were etched into Nero's mind like a scene from hell.

Even the white-haired general's voice had transformed into a demon's whisper:

"Please leave, Your Majesty. I will send a reconnaissance team to escort you."

"no need."

Under the setting sun, the red dress faded. Nero didn't even glance at the new moon. She stumbled down the platform and walked towards the city gates without looking back.

The broken roses swayed in the wind and sand, ignited by the setting sun at the edge of the horizon, withered in the silent waves, and disappeared.

Even so, the last Command Seal in her hand still shone brightly.

The white-haired general watched her leave, then turned his gaze and walked down the stage step by step.

"Aren't you going to send troops to escort her?"

“Haven’t you already realized it? She’s not just a Roman emperor of this era. Even if I die, she can’t die.” Shuoyue said calmly. “Weber, I’m entrusting my soldiers to you.”

"Me?" Weber was taken aback, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. "What are you going to do?"

Under his uneasy gaze, the white-haired man grinned, his bloodshot eyes filled with undisguised malice.

"I'm in a bad mood, so I'm going out for a walk."

No sooner had he finished speaking than blood gushed forth. Webber barely opened his eyes in the raging wind, only to find the man had vanished from sight.

Looking at the soldiers who were staring at him with surprise and were somewhat uneasy because they had driven away the emperor, Weber's lips twitched, and he felt a pain in his stomach.

"Hiss... karma really comes fast."

Bloodlust surged forth.

A streak of crimson light streaked across the wilderness, heading in a completely different direction from the departing young empress.

Shuoyue moved forward rapidly with the help of the Blood Fiend, a blood-red flame burning deep in her eyes.

Even back in Pisa, he knew that his ideas clashed with Nero's and that they would eventually part ways.

Rather than clinging to the past, it's better to sever ties cleanly and decisively... taking the girl's innocent feelings with her.

After all, Nero didn't know that she wasn't truly herself at this moment, whether her words and actions were affected, or whether that love at first sight was just a smokescreen put up by some evil beast to soften Shuoyue's heart.

Waver was right. Holding Nero and sinking deeper into the mire would be torture for both of them. Now that the main actors have entered the stage and the curtain has risen, Shuoyue has vowed to take on the mission of that famous general, to travel through the chaotic world and prevent the birth of the beast.

How can one have time to concern oneself with matters of the heart?

Suppressing the matter of Nero in his heart, the white-haired man's eyes shone brightly as he gazed at the gradually revealed magnificent palace, muttering to himself.

"Holy Grail..."

Bloodlust surged, and a massive axe, as if splitting the heavens, took shape in mid-air, its blood-red inscriptions clearly visible, just like its sharp edge that could pierce the eyes of anyone.

Under the astonished gaze of the gatekeepers, the man slowly clenched his raised hand, then transformed into a streak of light and smashed through the palace gate in one fell swoop!

The enormous blood-red axe blade swung down from mid-air, like an angry meteor crashing down, embedding itself fiercely in the very center of the palace.

"Boom——!"

Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, a figure broke through the flames and shockwaves, advancing relentlessly towards the depths of the palace!

The goal: the Holy Grail!

Chapter 280 The Holy Grail in Hand and the Defeat

The breach of the palace went much more smoothly than expected. Caligula, who was summoned with the Holy Grail, had been killed. Caesar was fighting the Roman Empire in Pisa. Alexander, Darius III, and Leonidas had been annihilated by the New Moon not long ago. Zhuge Liang had surrendered to the enemy.

Of the six followers, not a single one was spared.

Currently, the vast United Roman Empire has fewer than a handful of personnel who can be considered as followers. In Shuoyue's view, this is the perfect opportunity for a solo incursion.

It should be known that the Qin Wu'an Army was most skilled in blitzkrieg!

A crimson streak tore through the air, and the soldiers who rushed over were cut in two by Shuoyue. He chased after the deepening magical aura, searching for the Holy Grail.

The Holy Grail—that was his reason for storming the capital of the United Empire.

In essence, a Servant is just a familiar, or to put it bluntly, a slave—a person who has no choice but to hand over the chains that bind them to their Master.

In Shuoyue's camp, both he and Zhuge Kongming were hampered by others.

Weber was summoned by the Holy Grail, and his ownership naturally belongs to the United Roman Empire. The new moon has pushed Nero to such an extent that she hasn't even used her last Command Seal. He even suspects that Nero has learned some truth, which is why she is clinging to this last insurance measure.

If the new moon wants to completely break free from the control of these two "Rome" entities, besides killing their respective masters, there is only one other way—that is to obtain the Holy Grail.

Obtaining the Holy Grail will solve all problems, and the new moon can also summon Servants to fill the gaps in the combat power of one's own faction.

Thinking this, Shuoyue continued her actions, her blood energy coalescing into a forty-meter-long broadsword, which she used to kill several henchmen who had fled thirty-nine meters away. As she rounded the corner, a man in a green coat appeared before her, his face revealing a fierce glint.

"You bastard... how dare you invade my territory, my intelligence room!"

"Shut up, you eyesore!" The response he received was a merciless glint of light from a blade.

"Gurgle!" The brown-haired man barely managed to roll away, but his abdomen was immediately struck hard, and he was sent flying like a rag doll, embedded in the wall. Dust fell down, and the man barely opened his eyes, only to see Shuoyue wielding a Guan Dao made of congealed blood, her eyes filled with murderous intent, stomping the ground and leaping towards him.

The blood mist swept outwards, spreading continuously and devouring everything around it. As the white-haired general stepped forward, everything was torn to shreds by his overwhelming force.