Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"It's the Qin army, there's no mistake, it's the army of the Great Qin!" At this moment, Jing Ke appeared unusually excited, as if recalling some regret from the past, his eyes becoming fiery and bright, "If it's him, then is King Zhaoxiang of Qin also here? Or is it the First Emperor!"

Even Lü Bu suddenly became excited. Compared to the Roman emperor Nero, the emperors of the Chinese system, especially the Qin Dynasty which once unified the world, were more to his liking for betrayal.

But others wouldn't understand Jing Ke and Lü Bu's feelings about betrayal; they would only think they were excited to have encountered teammates from the same ancient East.

“Mr. Sakugetsu…” Fujimaru stared blankly at the black bird flag that did not belong to Rome, and the magical beast that fled immediately after the flag appeared. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, and his decisiveness as a Master came online again.

"We must rush back and not let these enemies escape!"

"Oh!" With the greatest threat gone, the Servants naturally wouldn't back down because of mere soldiers. Their morale soared, and they launched a counterattack, further encircling and annihilating the United Empire's army.

Before long, the fighting was completely over. The soldiers of the United Empire were either dead or surrendered, and were no longer able to resist. Under Boudica's orders, the Imperial Army began to repair the dilapidated defenses, and under the command of the logistics officer, they started fires to cook, and the once scorching battlefield was suddenly filled with the aroma of cooking.

"But what exactly happened that made the monster run away as soon as it saw Mr. Shuoyue?" Muttering in confusion, Fujimaru couldn't help but look at the city wall, only to find that the white-haired general was staring intently at a certain spot on the ground, or rather, a certain person.

"That is?"

Looking up, one could see a masked figure, whose face was obscured, looking up and staring intently at the white-haired, blood-eyed general. The scene seemed to freeze in time.

"What's going on?" A question rang out, and Fujimaru turned his head to see Boudica slowly walking over, followed by a blonde girl in a red dress.

"General Boudica, and His Majesty Nero? What brings you here as well?"

As if he had heard a word that caught his attention, the black-armored swordsman withdrew his gaze, glanced at Nero indifferently, but quickly turned his head back to silently confront the white-haired general on the city wall.

"I heard that our army is at a disadvantage and wanted to come and help, but now it seems that it is too late."

"Yes, the war is over, Your Majesty Nero," Boudica said with a smile. "Thanks to General Shuoyue, who held back the enemy from the rear at a crucial moment, we were able to seize the opportunity and defeat them in one fell swoop."

Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly added, "Yes, Your Majesty, we were able to win thanks to General Sakugetsu. He must have come to our aid."

is it?

Did they come to save me?

Upon hearing this, Nero couldn't help but look at the new moon perched on the city wall. Her gaze softened, and just as she was about to speak, a cold, dismissive voice rang out.

"Do not."

Along with the sound, a surge of magical power erupted instantly.

"!" Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately felt a sense of weakness, but what shocked him even more was that the black-armored swordsman suddenly exuded a chilling aura. The blade turned, and the black demonic sword that suddenly expanded was instantly unleashed. The light cannon that had destroyed 'Caesar' went straight towards the man on the city wall!

What are you doing!

"Swordsman!"

"Are you crazy!"

A series of exclamations rang out, with Nero reacting the most, actually drawing his sword. If Boudica hadn't stopped him, they would have almost come to blows.

A blood-red giant shadow appeared on the other side of the city wall. The terracotta warriors raised their beast-faced shields expressionlessly, blocking the attack at the cost of their own collapse. However, the white-haired general did not appear. Instead, he disappeared from the city wall as if he had been repelled.

Such a commotion naturally caused a stir in the surrounding area. Soldiers and followers alike looked towards the top of the city wall. The general who had single-handedly turned the tide had disappeared, and in his place stood a young man with flowing long hair, gently waving a feather fan.

"Greetings, everyone. I am Lord El-Melloi II, and for some reason, no, based on some kind of destiny, I serve as Mr. New Moon's strategist."

"Lord?" A surprised voice rang out. On the other end of Fujimaru Ritsuka's bracelet, the doctor subconsciously pulled up the data and indeed saw a familiar face. "Indeed, this person is one of the current lords of the Clock Tower, but... why is he here?"

“A pseudo-Servant… an existence created when a Heroic Spirit possesses a human. Lord Sakugetsu once told me that he was also this type of Servant.” Nero stared at the man on the city wall with a solemn expression, and for some reason, she had an ominous premonition.

And soon, her premonition came true.

"Well then, since someone has deserted their post, I'll deliver the final declaration."

With a gentle wave of his feather fan, the strategist smiled and, in place of the vanished general, delivered the formal declaration:

"Following the United Empire and the Warcraft Empire; the Roman Empire and Chaldea, General Shuoyue will lead our Chinese nation—the Great Qin—to stand here as the third pole of this world. Welcome to join us."

This is a declaration of Shuoyue's betrayal.

Thus, the Qin Dynasty was established.

The strategist's calm yet indifferent voice came through the biting wind. Nero felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, his vision went black, and he immediately fainted.

"His Majesty!"

Amidst the chaos of the governor's betrayal and the emperor's fainting spell, Jing Ke and Lü Bu showed little astonishment, not even bothering with pretense. They simply held their wine jugs and stared intently at the two figures that were barely visible on the city wall.

"Hmph, the world is getting more and more chaotic."

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"Ha, just like my Lady Xu's dagger, you ominous star are starting to stir, aren't you, Brother Wu Yang?"

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"I understand, I understand. I believe you won't desert your post."

Without turning his head, he reached out and clinked wine jugs with the berserker from hundreds of years ago. Jing Ke, dressed in flowing white robes, revealed a confident smile.

"Zhuge Liang, the Marquis of Wu'an..."

"We look forward to your actions."

Chapter 288 The Bet Between Lord Wu'an and Marquis Wu

By September, the Zhao soldiers had gone without food for forty-six days, and they all secretly killed and ate each other. When they attacked the Qin fortifications, intending to break out, their general Zhao Kuo led his elite troops in a desperate battle. The Qin army shot and killed Zhao Kuo. Kuo's army was defeated, and 400,000 soldiers surrendered to Lord Wu'an. Lord Wu'an devised a plan: "Qin has already captured Shangdang, and the people of Shangdang are unwilling to serve Qin and have returned to Zhao. The Zhao soldiers are fickle. If they are not all killed, they may cause chaos." Therefore, he used deception to bury them all alive, leaving only 240 youngest to return to Zhao. In total, 450,000 people were beheaded or captured. The people of Zhao were greatly shocked.

That was the day that once-renowned general first encountered something corrupt.

No one knew that Zhao Kuo was no longer human, and that he himself had shot him to death with the war bow bestowed upon him by the Emperor; no one knew that his claim of "Zhao soldiers rebelling" was merely a pretext, and that his fear of "causing chaos" was genuine, but not a disturbance for the Qin state, but a disaster for the entire Central Plains and the whole world.

Slaughtering 400,000... Hmph, to deal with a group of monsters, are we supposed to keep them like pigs and sheep until they tear off their sheepskin and turn into wolves to wreak havoc on the world again?

Gongsun Qi would never do such a stupid thing; even if he were condemned by everyone, he wouldn't even flinch.

But now that I think about it, the only thing I regret is that the seal linked by the 400,000 blood sacrifices couldn't even kill the beast's embryo. The wish to seal it for ten thousand years was also in vain. Only a hundred years have passed and the beast has escaped.

I have failed the king's trust... The fragments obtained from the destroyed temple were indeed unreliable, and besides, I am not cut out for practicing magic.

The white-haired general walked through the shattered city, his bloodshot eyes calm and distant, reflecting the shimmering light of time.

...He was so busy sighing and lamenting his own incompetence that he completely failed to consider how many philosophers of the Hundred Schools of Thought had been terrified by his leading a group of soldiers who had driven the humans into a frenzy of running around.

He was only brought back to his senses when a young man with long, flowing hair and a feather fan appeared before him.

"Marquis Wu".

"Let's go for a walk?" Weber seemed unsurprised, extending his hand in invitation. The latter readily agreed and went with him outside the city.

The night air was clear, and the silver moon flowed quietly in the moat, reflecting the blazing bonfires lit on the horizon.

The two figures walked side by side. Only after the weariness in the general's eyes faded did Webber speak:

"Our forces have been fully assembled. This place is sandwiched between the Imperial Army and the Allied Army, which is not advantageous to us. I plan to lead the troops to withdraw tomorrow. What do you think?"

"The major forces of the United Empire have been annihilated, and their combat strength has been greatly reduced. They must have begun to shrink their lines by now, right?" Shuoyue did not answer Weber's question, but murmured, "Although the Roman Empire's army has many followers, none of them are good at leading troops in battle."

“The Queen of Britain…” Weber began to speak, but when he caught sight of Shuoyue’s perfectly calm expression, he suddenly stopped and chuckled softly.

"Indeed, looking at both Romes, none can match you, General."

Standing before him was a true general who had distinguished himself in the chaos of warring states, a man of unparalleled skill and prestige, a master of command.

How could a so-called queen who merely took advantage of the chaos and ultimately made tactical mistakes, leading the rebel army to its doom, possibly catch the eye of Lord Wu'an?

"Don't underestimate yourself," Shuoyue teased with a smile. "Since you inherited that person's spiritual foundation, you are also a sage of the Martial Temple who can lead the war of national destruction, 'Marquis Wu'."

"A war of annihilation...you mean?!" Weber immediately realized what he meant, stopped in his tracks, and stared wide-eyed.

Under his intense gaze, Shuoyue still wore a slight smile, as if she had made this shocking decision earlier today or even earlier.

“My soldiers are all in your hands, Weber. Head west,” he said. “It’s just a United Empire that’s badly weakened, with almost all of its emperors dead. You shouldn’t be unable to handle it, right?”

With his white hair swaying in the wind, the man finally stopped, turned around, and his bloodshot eyes shone with unparalleled confidence.

"As for the legitimate Roman Empire, I will destroy it with my own hands."

Faced with the man's undisguised oppressive aura, Waver held his breath as if suffocating, feeling the fighting spirit of his spirit origin suddenly rise and the increasingly intense beating of his heart.

Finally, he grinned—a fierce smile that was a mixture of the confidence of a general, the fervor of a conqueror, and the pride of a wise man.

"Is this a challenge to me, Lord Wu'an of Qin?"

"You can understand it this way: Zhuge Liang, the Marquis of Wu of Shu Han."

In the stillness of the night, two men standing in the Temple of Martial Arts exchanged a smile and, using the life and death of their two nations as bargaining chips, made a pact to decide the victor.

"However, since you've chosen the Roman Empire, you must be prepared to confront that swordsman?"

Waver had intended to tease Shuoyue about her disheveled appearance after being hit in the face by a Noble Phantasm, but to his surprise, Shuoyue immediately showed a sullen expression, looking just like a naughty child caught playing games at an internet cafe by his parents.

"What... is going on with you?"

"For example, what if your Reines was possessed by Sima Yi's spirit and wrote you a letter, and the first sentence of the letter was 'Onii-chan'..."

"No, stop talking, or I'll vomit blood." Weber shuddered and begged for mercy with a wry smile.

"Hmph." Having successfully teased her, Shuoyue smiled smugly, but her expression quickly turned melancholy again.

What should I do if my boss has turned evil and caught me doing something scumbag, and I'm in danger of getting a beating?

Waiting online, it's quite urgent...

As they chatted and laughed, the two turned their backs to each other, one heading west and the other east, each taking their own steps and never looking back.

Only the lingering echoes recorded their final conversation.

"Although we are now in different places, the world is like this, and we will eventually come together again. When that time comes, you should be prepared."

"Don't be so worried. Don't overcomplicate things, my friend. It's not the end of the world yet. At most, it's just a matter of arresting a runaway child."

"That really fits the character of Lord Wu'an and you, Shuoyue."

The moonlight shone down, illuminating the path the two walked.

The stars twinkled in the sky, bright and clear.

Roman Empire, camp.

"How is His Majesty Nero?"

"It's just a fright, I'll be fine after a good rest. It's just that this whole thing has been a mess..." General Boudica sighed as he sat down next to Fujimaru.

Who could have imagined that, just as Nero had predicted, the new moon would actually betray them?