Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

All the Emperors' Heroic Spirits summoned by the Holy Grail have disappeared, and even Romulus returned to his throne with a carefree air after his battle with the new moon.

Only now did the Chaldeans realize that, unknowingly, the new moon had killed Caligula, Alexander, Darius III, Caesar... and even the current god Romulus.

From then on, the seas were calm and the rivers were clear, and the world was at peace.

The governor, who was personally appointed by Nero, fulfilled his promise.

Even in a way that terrifies people to death...

"No, it's not over yet." However, the man who had created all of this was not satisfied. He looked at the Stone Army Formation, the capital city that even he had deliberately avoided during his fierce battle with Romulus.

"Fujimaru, the Rafe you are looking for, as well as the demon beast Ha, which still remains, are both within this formation."

Ignoring Draco's clearly displeased expression, Shuoyue ruffled her golden hair, raised the Blood Fiend Spear again, and gestured for the Chaldea members to follow him forward: "Only by eliminating these remnants can I take Draco away with peace of mind and repair this singularity."

Take Draco away and repair the Singularity.

The two major problems that plagued Chaldea were casually mentioned by Sakugetsu, who even promised to solve them, as long as the last Master locked up a support slot.

Upon hearing this, Fujimaru's eyes lit up.

I take back what I said earlier, Shuoyue-jun is a really good person!

Realizing that he was being carried by a pro, and that all he had to do was watch the story unfold and collect the Saint Quartz, Fujimaru suddenly became incredibly energetic, raising his arms and shouting:

"Keep going, everyone! I'll be there for you all!"

"Oh!" the group of tools responded loudly, and after receiving a signal from Shuoyue, Weber raised his hand and waved his feather fan, dispelling the Stone Soldier Eight Formations.

Within the Stone Formation, united with the capital of the Roman Empire

It's called the capital, but where is its former prosperity?

All that remains are the ruins left behind by the impotent rage of the beasts and demons.

Several large tentacles, resembling twin brothers, sat side by side, along with half of their bodies that looked like dragon heads, all striking the same pose.

Looking up at the sky, one can feel the raging thunder and fire, and the cold wind and rain contained in the Eight Trigrams.

It's as if you can see flowers blooming inside.

—If they were human, creative human, then once they had enough people, they might even sit down and play a game of cards or a game of Ludo.

But they are Demon God Pillars, Demon Beasts, one of the Seventy-Two Pillars of Autonomous Organization, and yes, the Split Terminal.

They are a remnant of human history, a dream bubble with no future.

After countless failed attempts, all they could do in the face of this unforgiving little world was minimize their energy expenditure while secretly harboring malice, waiting for the right moment to unleash it.

Even with the Holy Grail, the Servant's own output is not enough to sustain the Noble Phantasm for long; the fact that it has lasted this long means it is already at its limit.

Rafe silently calculated the time, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Once this damned cage is lifted, it will be their time to exact revenge.

Wash your neck clean and get ready, you damned Zhuge Liang!

In the seemingly endless wait, the steadily operating Stone Soldier Eight Formations stiffened slightly, and suddenly the clouds and mist dissipated.

The next instant, pitch blackness erupted, mixed with killing intent and resentment that almost solidified into a tangible form, causing the heavens and earth to be smeared with thick ink. Dark magic danced wildly, spreading across the monsters' bodies as they ground their teeth, sucked blood, and glared menacingly.

We must, we absolutely must tear that damned Servant to shreds!

With this determination, the large eyeball on the Demon Pillar began to move, locking onto Waver, who was hiding calmly behind it, at an extremely fast speed.

"Found you, Zhuge Kongming!" Rafe shouted in a fit of wild joy mixed with murderous intent, "I'll make you pay for betraying me! Vanish miserably, you mad dog who betrayed your master!"

But as he was talking, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The monsters remained motionless. Those monsters that were also locked in cages, even more furious and jealous than him, whimpered and curled up like drowning dogs, revealing a weak appearance!

Wait... why would you say Zhuge Liang was in the 'rear'?

Rafe was stunned. In his vision, which had been clouded by anger, he finally saw the figures of other people.

The dragon girl, holding a microphone gun, is posing as if no one else is around.

Tamamo-no-Mae gives a shoulder and back massage to a black-haired young man and enthusiastically promotes her maid lap pillow service.

She looks like a goddess in a white dress, relaxed and carefree, as if on vacation.

A dragon swordsman with black armor, blond hair, and a holy sword in hand.

The majestic chariot queen, wielding a sword and shield.

And... a top-tier fiend clad in Qin Mo armor, exuding a chilling aura—

The moment Rafe appeared, all eyes turned to him, and they exchanged glances, reaching a consensus.

This bastard is so arrogant even when he's about to die, let's teach him a lesson!

Countless attacks rained down, relentlessly bombarding the Demon God Pillar.

"Shuoyue—!" The Demon God Pillar trembled with grief and indignation, like a young girl forced into prostitution. His hands and feet were ice-cold, and tears were about to fall.

What's wrong with this world? What will it take for the Demon God Pillars to satisfy you?

You promised to only bring one support character!

This is utterly unsportsmanlike!

Beside the demon pillar that was being brutally beaten, Fujimaru smiled and raised his drink, clinking glasses with Waver, who was watching the show.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Rafe was full of mockery and pity.

Yes, that's right, there's only one support slot according to the rules.

But who says that Masters in the support role can't bring their own Servants?

Thus, amidst cries of grief and indignation, one of the Seventy-Two Demon Pillars, Floros of the Intelligence Room, and Grand Bomber Raef, perished.

This is truly gratifying and cause for celebration.

After having his fill of beating her up, Shuoyue tossed the weak, pitiful, and helpless Leif to the Servants to play with, and then gracefully retreated to the side of the blonde little girl.

Despite having an endearing face, the creatures behind her, with heads of worms or dragons, bared their fangs and claws at the new moon, making no attempt to hide the hostility in their eyes.

Facing the almost overflowing malice, Shuoyue stepped forward without changing her expression, squatted down, and met Draco's gaze for a moment. After a moment of eye contact, she smiled and reached out her hand to him.

"Will you come back with me?"

The conflict between the two empires has ended, the Demon God Pillar has been destroyed, and the Demon Beast He is being watched by Shuoyue and others, so it can't cause any trouble.

Imprisoned within Nero's body, the 'beast' that couldn't even break free from the seal of the new moon has been slowly driven to its doom, like a frog being boiled in water, with no power left to turn back.

The stage is coming to an end, and the female lead should obediently throw herself into the male lead's arms, utter thought-provoking words of repentance, and finally, amidst cheers and flowers, take her final bow with the male lead, leave the stage, and return to her original life trajectory.

That's how it should be, isn't it?

Even so, Draco remained unmoved, his little face full of indifference:

“You know what? I really hate this kind of behavior, standing on the high ground where victory is assured, and unilaterally bestowing pity on the loser—completely unaware that the one who is about to fall is yourself.”

The Command Seal glowed in his left hand, and Draco coldly looked at the annoying white-haired general, uttering the final decree.

"Commit suicide."

Then, with a "pfft".

When the Servants snapped out of their euphoria at beating the Demon Pillar, they were astonished to find Draco laughing out loud, and in front of her, Sakumoku flipped her hand, pierced her chest, and grasped the Spirit Core.

Then, crush it!

Chapter 299 Human Evil, Cheers!

Chapter 300 Human Evil, Cheers!

Just like a play that takes an unexpected turn, a novel that is suddenly abandoned, or even a deus ex machina—the events that occur are not only unpredictable, but also make people want to slam their fists on the table and curse.

What kind of third-rate ending is this?!

The Command Seals on Draco's hand were laid out in the open from the beginning. Given Luna's personality, how could she not take precautions?

But the absurd thing just happened.

Draco uses a Command Spell.

Draco's Command Spell takes effect.

Shuoyue crushed her own spiritual core.

GG.

It's like a scene that's been rehearsed countless times, but the male protagonist who commits suicide won't happily get up and take a bow to the audience who have gone from shock to delight.

That would be true annihilation. Lord Wu'an would return to the Throne of Heroes, while Shuoyue would be protected and transported to Illya's world, completely cut off from this singularity.

And the rest, still existing here, are Draco...

"Hehe... Hahaha...!" The young beast, having broken free of its cage, laughed wildly, its body burning with vigorous magic power, and its aura rising steadily. This time, it would not be reduced to its original form by some bottleneck.

Instead, they broke through the seal and freed themselves from the shackles in one fell swoop!

The newly born beast of revelation roared, and in that instant, the earth's crust flipped, and a massive city emerged from magic and salt dust, surrounding and sealing the cursed man from all sides. Countless evils transformed into tangible ghosts, filling the entire world.

Immediately afterwards, salt powder appeared out of thin air like a blizzard, followed by a downpour of sulfur and fire that completely covered the sinful city.

The city of sin, the fall of Sodom, is reenacted in this moment!

Amidst the destructive flames spreading like a tidal wave, pillars of salt rose from the ground like a jungle. These wretched beings, transformed from sinners, remained unrepentant, enduring the wrath of the Lord, and still bowed their heads in reverence to the great sorceress in the city center, allowing the evils of the seven deadly sins to mock each other.

The Great Harlot of Babylon, recorded in the Book of Revelation, is the anti-Messiah and the greatest evil in Christianity.

Unlike the red dragon of Britain, it was a sinful dragon, considered equivalent to the devil Satan.

Human evil, cheers!

"No... how is this possible!" came the doctor's exclamation from the other end of the bracelet. "Not only has it broken the seal, but it has also completely regained its original form. The detected strength has increased by more than a hundred times!"

"Be careful, Fujimaru. Standing before you is the true juvenile, the beast that embodies the principles of corruption, Draco!"

"How did she do that, Doctor!" Fujimaru shouted as he ordered his Servants to regroup. "Didn't Mr. Sakugetsu seal Draco away? Even if the seal is broken, she should still need Nero's help to exist, how could she..."

How could this be? It has revealed the nascent form of world destruction!

"I have an idea about this." The doctor didn't reply; instead, a pleasant female voice answered Fujimaru's question.