Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The crisis of death suddenly erupted. Faced with the relentless advance of King Hassan, the young man, who was at his peak, retreated rapidly, choosing to back down for the first time in a dream.

It's important to know that the Old Man of the Mountain's attacks can actually harm his real self!

One death is fine, but two deaths, three deaths... who knows how long Shuoyue will be trapped in this illusion, or how many times she will be killed!

Even though he has already left the second singularity, he has no intention of surrendering yet!

The twin swords were thrown, briefly halting the old man's advance. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shuoyue summoned a crimson demonic spear and charged forward without dodging or evading.

As the spear flashed, a silver crescent moon appeared in the vast black ocean.

As if wielding a paintbrush, painting with unrestrained passion, the man couldn't suppress the smile on his face, his iridescent blue eyes shining even brighter, like a madman in a ruined world:

"Come and fight!"

Chapter 301 The Deadly Battle in the Dream

Chapter 302 The Deadly Battle in the Dream

That's what people say.

"They say I am a blasphemous beast."

"They say I'm a person who appreciates desires."

"Haha...hahahaha!"

"Come on, Fujimaru!"

"Then I'll take my leave first. Fujimaru, take good care of His Majesty!"

"Is this the end...? You must protect this world well, hero."

"Woof! You're not allowed to hurt your master!"

"It hurts so much... but you're not allowed to go any further. This little piglet belongs only to me!"

Boudica, Jing Ke, Stheno, Tamamo Cat, Elizabeth...

"Everyone!" The young man, seemingly oblivious to the creaking and groaning of his bones, sat up abruptly from his deathbed and looked around.

This is a dilapidated house, with broken walls and a cracked ceiling that highlight the dire situation.

At this moment, Fujimaru was sitting on a small bed made of hay. Not far from him, a figure was also lying on a straw mat, a deep red dress that almost burned his eyes.

"Nero... Your Majesty?!"

"It seems that because he has regained his original form, he no longer needs to rely on His Majesty's body."

A suppressed, weary voice came from outside the door. Fujimaru turned his head and saw Waver, who was leaning against the door, extinguishing his cigarette. Beside him, the swordsman on the left, whose armor was broken but who still stood guard at the door with a proud posture, turned his head slightly and cast a concerned look under his visor.

"I thought we were all going to die..." The doctor let out a sigh of relief as he spoke about the bracelet. "The awakened beast was right beside you. I'm surprised that you guys even survived."

“This is not our achievement, Your Excellency Roman.” Weber shook his head, seemingly wanting to say something, but only sighed softly and remained silent.

But Fujimaru had completely recalled the horrific events that occurred before he lost consciousness.

After the death of Sakumoku, Draco appeared, and the weak Fujimaru and his companions could only retreat in disarray. Faced with Draco's cat-and-mouse-like attacks, they had to sacrifice their comrades one after another to get a moment's respite. However, even after Elizabeth was destroyed, the aftershocks of Draco's attack still impacted Fujimaru, causing him, who was only an ordinary person, to fall into a coma.

Ultimately, it was Webber, or rather Zhuge Liang, who took the initiative to log in and, with the help of the remaining divinity of Stheno after her sacrifice, connected with the Eight Trigrams of Heaven and Earth, teleporting them thousands of miles away, thus freeing them from Draco's game of death.

"Everyone, because of me..."

"It's alright, Fujimaru. As Servants, we will always encounter situations like this—moments when we risk our lives to protect our Master." Zhuge Kongming smiled, comforting his dejected Master.

"And that moment was everything to us."

Fujimaru fell into deep thought, but oblivious to their conversation, he interrupted them.

"Enough with the small talk. Draco will soon find and eliminate the bait that Lord Kongming has set up. Before we come up with a solution, we should move on to another location." Black Saber, enduring the chills from his intuition, frowned in dissatisfaction. "Has that idiot king who only knows how to sleep not woken up yet?"

"Hmm, I think I heard someone slandering me! Calling me a tyrant is going too far, General!" Nero, who had woken up at some point, sat up and protested, "Besides, what's going on here? My butt hurts so much sleeping in a place like this! Shouldn't we be in Gaul?"

Upon hearing this, Waver asked in surprise, "Your Majesty Nero, do you remember what happened before?"

"Of course, wasn't it Governor Shuoyue who helped us drive out the enemies of the allied Roman Empire? Of course I remember!"

Faced with Nero, who stood with his hands on his hips and had already begun searching for the governor he had been longing for, Waver and Fujimaru exchanged helpless glances, while Saber Alter crossed her arms, sneered disdainfully, and her expression under her mask was full of mockery.

A weak and self-deceiving woman...

"Ahem, we'll talk about the details on the way. Anyway, let's get moving, everyone." Weber coughed lightly, urging everyone to set off. "We must get back to the capital, Rome, as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Weber couldn't help but touch a brocade pouch hidden in his pocket.

[If anything happens to me, I will immediately return to the capital and open this secret package. It might be my last chance to turn things around.]

As the originator of the phrase "brilliant plan," Weber never imagined that he would one day experience the wicked humor of other riddle makers.

"Don't betray my trust, Shuoyue..." Feeling the approaching pressure, a bead of cold sweat trickled down Weber's temple, and he and the others fled into the distance at top speed.

It's less than ten kilometers from the capital.

Will they be able to reach their goal?

"Accept!"

From the front of the crimson spear, everything was swiftly and cleanly torn apart, like a zipper being pulled open. Even the swirling storm and dust were clearly distinguished by this single strike.

That was by no means a simple marksmanship, but a technique honed from exquisite skill combined with eyes that could see through all impenetrable lines of death.

It can cut through mountains and sever rivers; whatever stands in its way will be cleanly and decisively cut off by this single shot.

However, no matter how powerful a move is, it's all in vain if it doesn't touch the enemy.

"inability!"

The old man in the mountains roared angrily.

The spear, instead of catching up with its target, was seized upon, and a greatsword burning with ghostly flames crashed into the spearman's arms. The blade flipped, forcing away the grabbing arm, and then swung upwards, spraying blood and blood that shot into the sky, along with heads that could not hide their astonishment.

The thirty-fifth death.

When the phantom returned from the dead, Shuoyue involuntarily knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

The dense death energy contained in the old man's worn-out greatsword was transmitted from the dream to reality, and the injuries of the new moon in reality were reflected back into the dream, in turn affecting the new moon's condition.

If she's this weak even in the illusion, one can only imagine how badly Shuoyue is injured in reality; she's probably on the verge of death.

I'm afraid tomorrow's news reports will be about a mysterious murder in a hotel room.

He struggled to breathe, his festering lungs throbbing with excruciating pain. Shuoyue desperately tried to roll over, but the greatsword fell, and the resulting gust of wind blew him away, sending him crashing into the roadside bushes.

The assassin, who had been slowly sheathing his greatsword and concealing his true face behind a skull mask, strode towards the bushes.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The bushes were first to be torn apart, and amidst the fiercely blooming spear light, Shuoyue's figure suddenly appeared in the darkness, her golden eyes burning with an indomitable light, as she once again charged towards the Grand Heroic Spirit.

madness……

Faced with an incredibly stunning attack, the old man merely frowned. He slightly turned his body, casually raised his longsword, and the violent spear strike deflated like a punctured balloon, its momentum declining and losing its initial ferocity, easily dodged.

Looking at the young man who was barely suppressing his weakness but couldn't even activate the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, the old man couldn't suppress his disappointment.

Even at his peak, he couldn't possibly be his match, let alone now that he's been killed more than thirty times.

Why doesn't he understand this principle?

As the progenitor of assassins, what he wanted to see was not a warrior who fought to the death and never gave up, but an assassin who knew when to advance and retreat and when to strike the final blow!

Just like his fighting style, he either goes clean and swift, delivering a fatal blow to the enemy with a single strike, or he seeks opportunities in the battle. Whether he parries or fights while retreating, it is all a pretense. As long as he finds a weakness, he will strike like a viper and that will be enough to secure victory!

Instead of blindly pursuing attacks on the death line, their actions are disorganized and lack strategy!

It is people who wield the Demon Eye, not the other way around. Don't you even understand this simple truth?

A fierce wind swept over him, and Shuoyue nearly fell backward, her old greatsword spraying blood. Then, the Mountain Elder kicked out, breaking Shuoyue's defensive stance, his eyes filled with even deeper frustration at Shuoyue's disappointment.

If it is due to a lack of natural talent, it can be forgiven.

If it's just a matter of not finding the right method, there's still room for growth.

But the young man before him was not like that. Although he was more skilled in magic than in combat, his comprehension was unparalleled in the old man of the mountain. Before his three deaths, Shuoyue had already fully accepted the old man of the mountain's fighting style, which allowed him to avoid vital injuries to the greatest extent possible and to persevere until now without his body decaying.

He was simply stubborn and refused to change, clinging to his ridiculous arrogance.

A fierce fire blazed deep within his eye sockets. The old man in the mountains remained silent, simply drawing his sword and slashing it down!

If you remain stubborn and refuse to see the truth, then die completely in this trial!

Ahead of him, the young man, though too busy to speak, still managed to twitch his facial muscles and curl the corners of his mouth upwards.

Well then, please watch closely, sir.

This is—my fighting style!

Chapter 302 (312): This is my last

Chapter 303, Part 312: This is my last Ripple!

The violinist places his bow, the drummer grasps his mallets, and the oboe player puts his mouth to his instrument.

The commander raised his baton and swung it down.

Then the stirring symphony began, and to the rhythm of the music, the young man with the gun unleashed his full power, determined to teach his enemies the ultimate marksmanship beneath the divine realm.

Thrust, sweep, snap, pick...

The spear roared like a dragon, sweeping across the battlefield, but a dark, metallic glint always appeared at just the right moment, forcing it to stop in its tracks.

The Grand Assassin swung his greatsword, his eyes burning with flames, yet one could still sense his profound disappointment.

As weak as ever, he even abandoned the powerful Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, as if he had never possessed them, and simply used the martial arts of a mortal!

It's like a carefully cultivated seed that dies shortly after being planted.

This shouldn't be happening!

Even if the old man of the mountain never taught anyone in his life, he could still teach someone hand in hand in the training ground where there are almost infinite lives. Even a pig could learn something from that teaching!

Is it that the students are too stupid, or that the teachers are too presumptuous?

Just as the Grand Master was lost in thought, the young man in front of him suddenly spoke.