Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"I've been asking you to go easy on me all this time, sir."

Despite the seemingly resigned statement, the old man of the mountain suddenly became serious and raised his longsword with both hands!

Crimson lightning struck, shooting towards the ancient longsword. The fierce battle aura collided with the cold spiritual fire, exploding into a dazzling mist of light like fireworks, adding brightness to this dim world.

A crisp 'snap' sound.

The old man of the mountain froze, while Shuoyue's smile widened.

The next instant, the assassin's greatsword broke in two, and the crimson spear, now without its opponent, whistled through the air and pierced the tall old man's chest. Then, it deftly broke free, wrested away from the grasping hands, spun around, grabbed the spear's end, and swung the demonic spear away with sweeping movements, its eyes gleaming with iridescent blue light.

Although it was only a brief moment, it was enough to determine the outcome of the battle.

The death line is locked, and the spear crashes down!

No blood blossomed, only the clear clang of weapons clashing. Beneath the longsword, now restored to its original state, the flames in the old man's eyes burned even brighter.

"You think you can defeat me by breaking my weapons? Aren't you being a bit too arrogant?"

Even though the severely worn weapons gave Shuoyue an opportunity during dozens of battles, how could the old man in the mountains, as an assassin, not be on guard?

Faced with Wang Hassan's probing questions, Shuoye's smile deepened:

"It was just a prank I did on a whim. If it works, great. But if it fails, it saves me the guilt of not winning fair and square."

As the young man brandished his spear, a cold, blood-red light spread out like a tide. Even when facing an enemy he had killed dozens of times, Shuoyue showed no fear in his eyes.

Furthermore, the power of the spear in his hand became increasingly astonishing.

"I know what you want to teach me, but I've always been used to a carefree life and don't like the sudden outburst after suppression. I prefer a straightforward crushing."

Having revealed the Grand Assassin's true intentions, Shuoyue slowly lowered her body, her eyes gradually revealing a rainbow-blue gleam.

After a short rest, the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception reappeared.

"Although the student is slow-witted, there are always things I can do, such as now—"

Leaning forward, the youth not only transformed into a whirlwind, but even the crimson spear in his hand emitted a resounding, exhilarating roar:

"Please, teacher, appreciate the work that I have honed after experiencing so much death!"

Strong wind blows.

The spear was thrust forward again, along the line of death.

But this time, the old man of the mountain could no longer find a way to fight back. He raised his longsword to block the powerful demonic spear, but then he felt a lightness. The taut force lost its footing and dissipated.

The spear, now unused, fell to the ground, while the youth seemed to float in the wind, skimming the ground at incredible speed as he swooped down, his black and white twin blades tearing through the darkness and slashing out in a crisscross pattern.

It's following the same dead-end trajectory again!

Despite his shock, the old man of the mountain remained fearless. With a flick of his wrist, he met Gan Jiang and Mo Xie head-on with an attack against an attack. Steel clashed, and sparks flew!

Two figures passed each other, and Shuoyue suddenly stopped. Without hesitation, she discarded her twin swords, grabbed a bronze longsword, and the clear light on its blade pierced the night.

Heading towards the thin line of death of the old man of the mountain!

A strong wind howled, and for the first time in this battle, Wang Hassan took the initiative to retreat. His tattered trench coat fluttered, and a few ghostly blue flames flew out, only to be casually shattered by the longsword. The young man, bathed in blue flames, roared, like a majestic and solemn hero, pressing his power onto the blade of his sword and slashing diagonally!

It's still that relentless pursuit of the death line, still that perfect, unstoppable stance!

Finally realizing what his cheap student had shown him, the Old Man of the Mountain abandoned his plan to blend into the shadows and hide, calmly taking the blow. As the old sword was cleanly and decisively cleaved in two, a gash appeared on his body from top to bottom, revealing an unidentified, shadow-like substance within the wound.

Like a paper doll that had been punctured, Wang Hassan gave the new moon a deep look before disappearing into the darkness.

Shuoyue leaned down, panting, her iridescent blue eyes frighteningly bright, like an incandescent light bulb about to burn out.

Won.

Without resorting to trickery or engaging in any dishonest means of victory, before his thirty-sixth death, Shuoyue shattered the old man's sword along with himself.

This is a victory that no one can find fault with!

The feeling of defeating a Grand Servant finally overwhelmed him. The young man, panting heavily, plopped down on the ground and laughed loudly.

If a single martial art cannot keep up with the explosive power of the Eye of Death Perception, then what about adding Diarmuid's dual pistols? Or perhaps the Qin Dynasty killing techniques recorded by Wu Anjun? Or maybe Archer's dual swords and longbow?

If we were to extract a strand of the techniques that the Heroic Spirits are so proud of and combine them into one, would such ever-changing skills be able to catch up with the wandering dead line?

The death of the old man of the mountain proved this idea to be correct!

"A brilliant battle. I am truly impressed by you."

The shadows outlined his figure, and in the same way he was resurrected, the Old Man of the Mountain reappeared before Shuoyue, but he had already sheathed his greatsword.

"By constantly changing weapons, while seizing the most essential parts of martial arts, every move can reveal a corner of death... This is a path completely different from mine, but it is also a fighting style that makes me tremble."

“As you said, teacher, I am truly stupid when it comes to martial arts.” Shuoyue replied with a wry smile. “The first thirty deaths were when I was trying to combine spear techniques with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception—but I failed. It seems that creating a tailor-made spear technique is not something a half-baked person like me can do.”

"Out of desperation, I could only use this splicing method to achieve a coherent attack."

"So you only used five deaths to integrate the Demon Eye into your martial arts?" The old man of the mountain looked at the smiling, humble man and fell silent.

This student seemed unaware that although his martial arts skills were indeed very weak compared to his magical talent, he was still a genius beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Even though all that I've received so far are gifts from others, even if it's just theoretical knowledge and last-minute practice, I can still create a fusion martial art that can defeat a Grand Servant.

Although this contradicted his original intention, it is undeniable that it was a technique sufficient to establish a new school of thought...

It wasn't a one-hit kill, but rather a sweeping, expansive attack, imbued with the heroic spirit unique to young people.

Perhaps, he's just too inflexible...

A ghostly blue flame flickered in his pupils, and the old man in the mountain spoke slowly.

"You have proven your ability to me, so now you should take on this responsibility properly."

"what?"

Before Shuoyue could react, the old man's figure completely disintegrated, transforming into blazing blue spiritual flames that enveloped him.

"This power... could it be?!"

Before the final words were uttered, the young man's figure vanished, disappearing completely from the crumbling dream.

The next chapter will be a bit slower, so don't wait.

Chapter 303 Resurrect, My

Chapter 304 Resurrect, My…

Second Singularity

While Sakugetsu was having a real 1v1 duel with the old man in the mountains, Fujimaru and the others were running for their lives, racing against death.

This was because the beast's retinue was relentlessly pursuing them from behind!

The monster, resembling both a dragon and a worm, roared, spewing forth a blinding light that ripped through the sky and hurtled towards the group, only to be blocked by the burning, jet-black holy sword.

But behind the blazing light, countless magical light bullets followed closely, falling down like mortars roaring in unison, igniting clusters of fiery flowers on the earth.

The last hope of the entire village is howling in despair in this bombed zone.

"Ugh! I can't take it anymore! When am I going to get my revenge?!"

The red dress almost blended into the background. Nero swatted away a magic ball, her hands going numb from the recoil: "Not here yet, Kongmingqing!"

"That's your capital, Your Majesty!" Waver, riding on the Bagua (a symbol of authority) and carrying Fujimaru at breakneck speed through the gale, said, "If I had to describe the time, then there are only five..."

Five minutes? Five kilometers?

“Four…three…two…” Ignoring Nero’s words, Waver rapidly calculated the maximum distance. “Now, please, King Arthur!”

Upon hearing this, Fujimaru raised his hand without hesitation. One of the three Command Seals dimmed, transforming into the purest magic power, which flowed into the black swordsman's core through the pathway, causing her to silently raise her sword, its blade radiating magical light.

"Excalibur—!"

The power of the Noble Phantasm, empowered by Command Seals, far exceeded expectations. A jet-black beam of reverse magic surged forth, swallowing even the deep night, reducing it to nothingness. The beast familiars behind him were caught off guard, their figures instantly engulfed by the beam.

At the same time, Weber gritted his teeth, unleashed the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos, enveloped the four people, and disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was in a quiet room, where the flickering oil lamp outlined the scattered chairs, the mountain of documents, and... a large bed?

"Ah, this is my palace!"

Even though the room was clean and there were no taboo notebooks under the bed, Nero's cheeks still turned red. He strode forward, grabbed the papers on the table before anyone could react, and haphazardly hid them behind his back.

Fujimaru was surprised. Webber was struggling on the verge of death from overwork. Only Kuroba saw the dashing and heroic general on the drawing paper and his expression immediately turned cold.

"How is this going?"

"No time to explain! Get up... no, I mean, act according to my orders!"

Breathing heavily and without any decorum, Weber untied the brocade pouch from the new moon, quickly skimming through its contents. Before a look of admiration could even appear on his face, he was already chattering away:

"Flip the bed!"

"What? My bed!" Nero screamed as Black Saber waved her hand, and the soft bed was swept away by a torrent of magic, leaving not even ashes behind.

"Push aside all the tables and chairs in the room to make enough space!"

Fearing that Saber Alter might go berserk, Nero and Fujimaru quickly cleared out the furnishings, making room for a large space.

The roars of the beast's familiars echoed from afar, and the empty room seemed to hum with fear.

"What's next? What should we do next?"

“That guy Shuoyue seems to have anticipated his own misfortune.” Weber’s fingers twitched slightly, and familiar patterns were engraved on the ground. “He also made ample preparations to ensure that he could come back after his death.”

For ordinary people, the idea of ​​coming back to life is impossible.

But for Servants, what kind of tool are they if they can't be reused?

"So, it's a Heroic Spirit summoning?" the doctor exclaimed in surprise from the other end of the bracelet. "But we don't have a suitable catalyst..."

“No, we do.” Fujimaru interrupted the doctor, taking out a small card box from his hand.

A light, like a glimmer of hope, shimmered across the box.

The third prototype of the costume, which was given to Fujimaru by the new moon.

What could better represent a candidate for the Third Magician than this formal attire?

Even so, the doctor did not back down. More than the thrilling resurrection scene, he cared about Fujimaru's safety and future.

"Even if we summon Lord Wu'an, or that young man named Shuoyue, would things get better? You must know that once the evil of humanity leaves the womb, even in its infancy, it is something that can only be defeated by a Grand Servant... Lord Wu'an is indeed a top-tier Servant, but he needs time to accumulate power. As for Shuoyue, forgive my bluntness, but a modern magus..."