Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

There's no escaping it!

The brown-haired man was initially taken aback, then his expression turned angry as if he had been humiliated.

"Damn it, then let me show you the King's favor!"

A flash of light, accompanied by a surge of malevolent magic, and a demonic pillar with a writhing red skin and twisted body, its red eyes rolling, shot into the sky, malice and magic surging like a tsunami.

"I am Ravennor Flauros! One of the seventy-two Demon Gods! Demon God Flauros!"

Leif, who came with the Holy Grail, is the culprit behind this singularity, and also the Grand Bomber who caused the Chaldea explosion and the sacrifice of Director Olga Marie.

If Fujimaru Ritsuka were present, she would inevitably lead her Servants in a fierce battle against him.

Unfortunately, standing in front of him was Sakugetsu, who knew everything about the Demon God Pillar.

With a soft shout, three blood-red terracotta warriors appeared, withstanding the demonic bombardment of the Demon God Pillar and firmly imprisoning it. Directly opposite the Demon God Pillar, Shuoyue wielded a blood-red spear, its tip thrusting forward to tear apart the extremely powerful light cannon from its center, then piercing the very core of the Demon God Pillar with undiminished speed!

The Demon Pillars do not trust humans, so the Holy Grail must be kept by Lef himself, which means it is right here!

Under Rafe's astonished gaze, Shuoyue easily found the bullseye, and the spear burst forth with a frenzied bloody light, engulfing the surrounding flesh and tissue, and excavating the golden cup hidden within.

"Your Holy Grail is mine to keep!"

"What...how did you know?!" Facing the new moon holding the Holy Grail, Leif, now a demonic pillar, was furious. "Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it! Intelligence room, court in session, dig into the past, destroy the future, 'Incinerate Flauros'!!!"

Under the torrent of magical power comparable to the release of a Noble Phantasm against a city, the three blood-red terracotta warriors shattered and merged into the body of Shuoyue, forming a thick crystalline cocoon that resisted the final counterattack of the Demon God Pillar.

Before Leif's offensive could end, Shuoyue, holding the Holy Grail and standing in the crystal, calmly waved her hand. Blood spurted from beneath her feet, transforming into a flying boat that sailed downstream, rapidly retreating from the palace.

Although he didn't know why the god Romulus hadn't stopped him, if he didn't run now, when would he?

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

"Roar—" The ground shattered, and the dragon's head, now just a skeleton, crawled out from the bottom of the abyss, opened its blood-red maw, and spewed out waves of destructive light that enveloped the fleeing Shuoyue.

Under the combined attack, the crimson crystal could not withstand the pressure and shattered instantly.

"Tsk!" The flying crystal fragments reflected the light, and a figure emerged from the sky full of light debris. He rolled on the ground a few times before springing up again and assuming a fighting stance. However, the left half of the man's body was charred black, and the area burned by the light cannon was still sizzling with blue smoke.

However, with EX-level endurance, Shuoyue did not suffer much damage.

Amidst the deafening roar, the Demon Pillar roared in anger and slowly made its way toward him, but Shuoyue completely ignored the humiliating Leif and just stared intently at the sky.

Black mud cascaded from the golden goblet, a spectacular sight that blocked the white-haired general's path, scorching and filling everything, stinging everyone's eyes. Behind the deep black curtain, a petite figure wearing a crown held the Holy Grail, revealing a silent, cold smile.

beast)……"

The mastermind behind the scenes who escaped from his imaginary shadow and stirred up trouble in this singularity has now taken the initiative to step forward and intercept and kill Shuoyue here!

Before he could recover using the Holy Grail, the figure floating in mid-air slightly beckoned, and her familiars roared and soared into the sky, gathering annihilating rays of light from their mouths once more. At the same time, their thick, powerful tails tore through the air and lashed out at the new moon.

Shuoyue roared, her whole body covered in a layer of blood-red crystals. She leaped high into the air, crossed her arms, and used the force of the beast's tail to shoot into the sky. Her spear thrust forward relentlessly, piercing through the ferocious beast's head. Then, a blood-red barrier appeared in mid-air. With a step, the white-haired man used the force to change direction, raised the long staff he had condensed, and attacked the floating black figure like a cannonball!

You monster, take this blow from my old Sun!

The arc-shaped sweep exploded, even the air itself made an explosive sound, spreading in all directions. Porcelain vases in the palace shattered, and the walls trembled and cracked.

The source of this commotion was a blood-red spear and a slender, delicate hand.

Shuoyue's eyes widened, and then a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.

“Woo-hoo!”

As if the scene were repeating itself, the white-haired man was sent flying backward, like a dart stuck in the wall. When he recovered from the dizziness, he saw a tentacle emerge from the ground, its sharp tip stabbing at him!

The crimson crystals gathered layer by layer, but not for defense. Shuoyue's arm muscles burst with blood vessels, and she gripped a ten-meter-long hammer. Using the wall as leverage, she twisted her body and smashed it!

With a loud "bang," it was as if a silk shop had opened, and red, black, and purple silks burst forth from within the tentacles.

The tentacles let out a dying wail, this time completely stirring up a hornet's nest. The earth's tectonic plates shattered completely, and tentacles and beast heads emerged from the ground, transforming into massive hammers that smashed towards Shuoyue, intending to use pure weight and force to smash it into mincemeat!

"Haha, die! Burning Style: Flauros!" Rafe, who had finally arrived, naturally wouldn't miss the chance to beat a drowning dog. He instantly condensed his magic and unleashed a torrent of magic at the man who had nowhere to get a foothold in mid-air.

Is this the end of it...?

Like an eagle with broken wings falling, Shuoyue looked around and couldn't help but sigh. She took a deep look at the sneering beast in the distance before her body deliberately shattered.

"BOOM!!!" With a thunderous roar, the beast heads collided with each other. In their disorientation, they were also struck by the full force of the Demon God Pillar, their skin and flesh burned and torn. They let out painful and angry howls, casting their furious gazes at the lone Demon God Pillar, grinding their teeth and sucking blood, eager to fight back.

Rafe seemed to sense the danger and stiffly took a few steps back, but the beast in the sky paid no attention to the conflict among its followers and stared at a certain place in the void.

When the smoke cleared, where was that man?

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Chapter 281 Another Dream and the Holy Grail Wish

Blood, the blood-red sky, as if someone had peeled off clear skin, tearing the sky open with a bloody wound.

The sound of flesh and bone being pulverized echoed, like an apocalyptic aria, frenzied and chaotic. Thick steam and splattered blood droplets coalesced into a viscous mist, and crimson moisture rose from a huge, deep pit, clinging to people's faces like a writhing human skin mask.

Thunder rumbled across the gloomy sky with a deafening roar.

The torrential rain gathered in an instant and poured down on the world. She subconsciously opened her palm and caught the falling raindrops.

The dazzling crimson stung her eyes.

The hurricane roared and thundered.

Her gaze uncontrollably rose upwards, and when the man standing beside her came into view, she held her breath in disbelief.

A head of white hair looked so lonely and desolate under the bloodstains.

Further out in sight, soldiers dressed in nomadic attire had their necks ripped open by sharp blades, blood spurting from the cuts. After a few twitches, their bodies ceased to move. The executioner numbly turned and moved on to the next target, while the orderly dragged Shang Wen's body and threw it into the mass grave.

How similar the people are, how similar the scenes are.

"This is your sin." In the terror that gripped her heart, she heard her own voice, a voice that seemed to come from the abyss, carrying a deathly calm and a hysterical madness.

"For you, it's all worth it."

The general in dark Qin armor turned around and responded calmly. His face, though veiled in mist, was so familiar to "her" that it caused a pang of pain in her chest.

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood. No matter what, they will be struck by lightning or die a horrible death. I will bear it."

In the distance, thunder roared, and a black bird flapped its wings, shattering the emerging wronged souls. Yet the weeping of the dead did not cease. A torrential downpour of blood-red rain fell, but instead of landing on the white-haired general, it soaked her red dress.

In the general's dark pupils, 'she' saw her own reflection—a red dress, a crown on her head, a golden cup in her hands, incomparably noble yet petite as if she could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

"So, what are you going to do?" With a sneer, the girl in the red dress stepped forward, her alluring body almost touching the cold armor. A hint of hesitation flashed in the general's dark eyes, which were still unstained by blood, but he quickly became resolute.

Suddenly, the girl's body felt light, as if a blooming blood rose had been plucked and tossed into the dust without a second thought.

The white-haired general reached out his hand and gently yet resolutely pushed her off the cliff.

A blood-red sky, a blood-red earth, and a blood-red dress swaying wildly as it begins to fall into an endless abyss.

Her pupils reflected the white-haired general's tense face, and she began to laugh, a wild and unrestrained laugh.

"Haha, hahahaha—hahahaha!!!"

With a muffled thud, human limbs engulfed the girl, and then more corpses, mixed with rainwater, fell, covering that hideous, beautiful face.

From that time on, the white-haired general's eyes were always filled with the beast's favor and the beast's curse.

The girl, however, was imprisoned in the Abyss, only to glimpse a ray of light a hundred years later.

The image disappeared, followed by endless lamentations, endless curses, and endless madness. In the endless darkness, she felt her head throbbing more and more, and she couldn't help but clutch her head and clench her teeth.

With a muffled groan, the scene changed again.

Within the burning red and gold palace, the white-haired general's pupils were stained with blood as he conjured long spears and short swords, tearing apart the limbs of alien creatures and piercing the flesh of monsters.

Weaving through twisted tentacles and beastly bodies, the general dragged his spear backward, unleashing an incredibly dazzling spear dance. The crimson light almost tore through space itself. Although he was fighting against a colossal creature, the general's posture was like that of a towering giant, battling the wind and waves and tearing through lightning!

Countless demons roared in unison, countless heroic souls praised loudly, and the man transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky and charging towards the invisible destiny in the heavens!

The overwhelming sound waves nearly crushed his eardrums. Amidst the overwhelming pressure, fate coldly mocked him, extending its irresistible hand and pushing the man off the cliff.

Thus, the general, his pupils stained with blood, lost his wings, his blood-red blade shattered inch by inch, and the beastly shadows that surged from the ground roared excitedly, rushing forward to tear apart the defeated man's flesh and drink the dripping blood.

No, don't—

She couldn't help but cry, desperately reaching out her hand, but a blood-red light burst forth from it, shattering the man's mangled corpse into dust.

With her heart pounding so hard she felt like her heart had stopped, she finally broke free from the dreamlike illusion.

"Governor!"

Cold sweat soaked his clothes. The golden-haired emperor opened his blue eyes, like a helpless little animal instinctively seeking support.

But what came into view was the dim candlelight and the familiar silk curtains.

The curtain was pulled back, and Boudica, who had heard the commotion, pushed open the door and entered: "What happened, Your Majesty Nero? Scouts found you unconscious by the roadside..."

Before she could finish speaking, Boudica met Nero's gaze, and her voice abruptly stopped.

His empty eyes were like those of a lonely soul still wandering in the wilderness.

“General Boudica.” The girl lying on the bed pouted, gripped the sheets tightly, and forced a smile, but it looked like she was crying.

"The governor... he betrayed us..."

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Amidst the chilling notification, the body sitting in the room accepted the soul and reopened its golden dragon eyes.

The next moment, his flesh exploded, blood splattered, and the muscles in his right hand shattered, hanging limply at his sides.

The small room was filled with the stench of blood, but the young priest remained unmoved. He simply stood up, used his still-intact left hand to open the window for ventilation, then chose a more comfortable position to sit down and closed his eyes.

Concentrating his mind and looking inward, the endless starry sky unfolded in his mind, and with the movement of the ruler's belief, a golden holy cup appeared.

Although it is neither the original text nor the genuine article, it is still a treasure meticulously crafted by King Solomon, a magical aggregate capable of supporting the world.

Compared to the 726th Holy Grail in Fuyuki City, it also possesses the ability to grant wishes and open a hole leading to the Root.

The magician who obtains it will surely be overjoyed, for this is the end of his long-cherished wish; the mortal who possesses it will be troubled by happiness, for there are simply too many wishes he can make; the saint who obtains it will silently smile, for this is the universal and redeeming light of all living beings, the beacon leading suffering humanity toward the path of evolution.

Unfortunately, it has now fallen into the hands of this young man.

"I've already made a wish to the Holy Grail..." The boy raised an eyebrow, as if examining a novel toy, his wounds rapidly healing under the nourishment of magic. "Hmm, wealth? That's within reach. Beautiful women? Isn't it a bit too embarrassing to wish for beautiful women with the Holy Grail in the Fate universe? Increased strength? If I were to forcibly boost my power with the Holy Grail, wouldn't all my efforts seem like a joke?"

Rather than receiving generous gifts that can be obtained by casually talking, Shuoyue would rather believe in everything that comes from sweat, blood, and even risking one's life.

Unearned wealth can make people complacent and arrogant. Such a stroke of luck may seem like a meteoric rise to great heights, but it also means that once the illusory blessings are lost, those who appear to be on high will fall hardest.