Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Don't underestimate him."

"That guy is far stronger than you imagine, Your Excellency Roman."

Unexpectedly, the reversed King Arthur and the Lord of the Clock Tower refuted the doctor's statement one after the other. The two looked at each other and Black Saber spoke first: "He is the knight personally appointed by me... by me before the reversal."

Knights of the Round Table?!

A modern magician has become a knight recognized by King Arthur?

What an outrageous joke this is!

Before Roman could react, Weber followed up: "If you have no concept of the Knights of the Round Table, then let me show you with our most outstanding achievement—in the Fourth Holy Grail War, which featured the oldest king, the most domineering conqueror, the strongest Knights of the Round Table, and the most glorious Holy King, the modern magician you speak of won the final victory all by himself."

Holy Grail War.

After this term was mentioned, everyone, including Roman, Fujimaru, and the staff who knew its meaning, couldn't help but hold their breath.

Beneath the illusion of hope lies a battlefield where pursuers slaughter each other and heroes devour one another.

That man was actually the final victor on this bloody road?

"Please trust him, Mr. Roman." Weber finished the last stroke of the magic circle and stood up. "I don't believe that the person who arranged all this is just a brat who refuses to admit defeat."

If it were just a matter of stubborn refusal, how could they have premeditatedly taken the Holy Grail?

Weber's incisive words became the final straw that broke the doctor's back.

"Okay, okay, I agree with your actions—but hurry up!"

The voice suddenly rose eight octaves, and at the same time, Blackie and Webber also sensed the ominous aura that suddenly rose in the distance.

Such evil, such blasphemy, such depravity... Compared to her, the power of the demon beast He was like heaven and earth!

"The Fallen Beast Draco will arrive here in ten seconds!"

Amidst the urgent shouts, Fujimaru instinctively reached out to step forward, but a slender hand reached out and removed the Third Mystic Robe from Fujimaru's arms.

A red figure fluttered about, holding the portrait in his left hand and tightly gripping the card box in his right, harboring a secret possessive desire. The Roman emperor stood in the center of the magic circle.

"You want to call the governor back, right? Hmm, then let me help you!"

Before anyone could react, Nero closed his eyes and, without any instruction, recited the incantation for activating the secret ritual:

"Be full, be full, be full, be full, be full!"

"It repeats itself five times, only to be abandoned when it is full!"

The magic circle began to light up, and in that instant, Fujimaru felt not anticipation, but panic.

Stop, Your Majesty! This is not a normal summoning method!

You're standing on the magic circle too!

Chapter 304 The Holy Widow's Great Summoning: You're My Lord

Chapter 305 The Holy Widow's Grand Summoning: You're My...

As everyone knows, summoning a Heroic Spirit only requires three steps.

They drew a magic circle, offered sacrifices, and recited blessings.

Then you can summon the god of blind folly or the sleeping rulers of the past... Hey, did you mistake this for a raid run? No, it doesn't count.

In short, the so-called summoning of Servants is nothing more than using a single summoning ticket to test whether your bloodline is that of a chieftain or a lucky one in a realm record tape where the probability of summoning all Servants is increased.

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Of course, just like the unorthodox method of using the Friendship Pool to fill the pool in a certain Fate Order, there is also a way to increase the drop rate in Servant Summoning—that is, using artifacts to perform targeted summons based on the 'affinity' between the artifacts and the heroes.

Although there are still other situations where Heroic Spirits with a connection to Relics respond to the summons, such as summoning Cú Chulainn using "The Long March" but getting Medb or Scáthach instead... the overall probability is still much higher.

However, there are still some fools, such as Rin, the young lady of the Tohsaka family, and the red female demon, who firmly believe in the principle of "luck can't save you from bad luck, and spending money can't change your fate." They resolutely refuse the bonus from artifacts (of course, it may also be because they don't have money) and choose to use their own strength to start a team and get the artifact in one go.

And such summoners are usually referred to with great respect as—

The Holy Widow.

Now, Nero, the second widow of the saint, stands in the center of the magic circle, confidently reciting the final incantation:

"Hmm, you are the guardian of Libra, who comes from the Wheel of Restraint, bound by the three great incantations of the Seven Heavens!"

In response to Nero's command, the summoning circle in the room shone brightly, illuminating her pupils and also revealing the ashen faces of those around her.

Just because she was close to the petite Nero, the stars gathered and swayed, and a miracle appeared in the void, outlining a figure that was even smaller than her!

Keep in mind that Nero himself is only the same height as Levi!

"It's...it's all over." The Chaldean doctor cried out in despair, and even Saber Alter sighed regretfully.

Neither the over seven-foot-tall Lord Wu'an described in ancient books, nor the young man described by others, could possibly have such a childlike demeanor.

Compared to someone's casually crafted third-tier ceremonial armor, Nero, as the Roman emperor, is indeed superior in terms of 'affinity' strength.

"Cheer up, everyone." On the other end of the bracelet, the dejected doctor was pushed aside by Leonardo da Vinci, who snatched the communicator. "Even if we couldn't summon the new moon, it doesn't matter. She's the Emperor of Rome, after all. How could the servant summoned in response to her destiny be just an ordinary one?"

"I hope so, but there are no child-type Heroic Spirits in Roman legends." Fujimaru scratched his head helplessly. At this moment, the light of the summoning circle finally dimmed, and Nero's excited voice immediately reached everyone's ears.

"Ah, it's here! Hmm, how come it's a little kid... So cute!"

Nero, who casually tossed aside matters of state and family and had three Command Seals on the back of his hand, reached out and picked up the young boy Servant in front of him, playing with him and admiring him.

The 'Beautiful Young Man' technique was activated, instantly sinking Nero, who had not yet acquired magical power but possessed an insatiable thirst for beauty. As the summoned Servant attempted to struggle, the onlookers finally saw his appearance clearly—

Silvery-white hair like moonlight, majestic and brilliant golden vertical pupils, a handsome face that gives people a strange sense of familiarity... and the helplessness on his face that is completely not a child's.

"You stupid emperor, put me down right now."

"I refuse! Ahhh, if the room hadn't been destroyed, you would definitely have served me well tonight!"

"Okay... my foot! I'm still a pure child, 18+ is absolutely out of the question!"

"Can you see it, Master?" While the master and servant were making a ruckus, Saber Alter asked Fujimaru after regaining her senses.

As a Master, Fujimaru should have been able to see the Servant's stats, however...

“No… I can’t see anything.” Fujimaru shook his head helplessly. In his eyes, the panel of this young boy’s servant was as blurry as if shrouded in a layer of fog.

“I can’t do that either, and I suppose you can’t either. You can only determine that he is a Servant, but you have no idea who he is.” Waver replied in the same way, but soon he let out a soft “hmm” and frowned.

At the same time, Hei Dai's expression suddenly changed, and he clutched his heart.

"This face seems somewhat familiar..."

"What exactly is this resonance in my chest...?"

Meanwhile, the battle between Nero and the mysterious young boy also came to an end. Although Nero used the power that had once slain a lion, he was utterly defeated by the superhuman abilities of the Servant and was bound and thrown aside by the boy with magical magic.

Clapping his hands with a refreshed expression, the white-haired, golden-eyed boy turned around, raised an eyebrow at the curious yet wary crowd, and spoke in the same familiar style:

"Hey everyone, long time no see~~"

The tone was so familiar that, for a moment, Waver, Saber Alter, Fujimaru, and even Nero all hallucinated a side of someone appearing before them.

A master whose combat power rivals that of a Servant, a loyal and excellent Knight of the Round Table, a murderous god of war named Wu An with overwhelming aura... and a white-haired man sitting by the window, smiling gently at her.

When the different images overlapped with the boy in front of them, everyone exclaimed in unison:

"New moon!"

"You guessed right!" Seemingly pleased with everyone's expressions, Shuoyue opened her arms and smiled, "I'm back."

"Have you missed me?"

Before Nero and the others could answer, the distant shadow of calamity roared, its destructive magic coalescing into a vortex, boiling like meteorites, hanging one after another in the sky, breathing and churning along with the rhythmic movements of a woman's fingers.

The powerful woman, with bestial features yet still as alluring as Daji, gazed at the figure in the palace and curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

“Of course, New Moon,” she said.

Amidst unrestrained laughter, Draco flicked his finger, and the dazzling yet dangerous meteor shower behind him could no longer contain itself, roaring as it broke free and swooped down toward the fragile human palace.

"I miss you so much, I could die!"

Before Fujimaru and the others could even experience the joy of their reunion, a crisis of death surged forth and overwhelmed them!

In that critical moment, Nero embraced Sakumo without hesitation, like a girl afraid of the dark hugging a cute doll, turning all her dependence into the first words she uttered upon seeing her again—

"Shuoyueqing, save me! Save me!"

Receiving this unabashed trust, the boyish-looking servant smiled, but buried in a soft embrace, he could only tremblingly reach out and snap his fingers before suffocating.

【Locking Coordinates】

[Trade-in Begins]

The rhomboid spaces increased in number and were arranged in an array, displaying the miracle and brilliance of magic against the clear sky. They stretched out their bodies so proudly, absorbing all the immense weight of the magical energy. As the magician raised his index finger, countless cannons turned and aimed at Draco, who had grown to the size of a giant.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate." Shuoyue silently gave the order.

Then the space that had been replaced lit up again. Under Shuoyue’s skillful control, the meteor shower, unharmed, roared out, aiming its claws and fangs at the original owner of the miracle and shooting off!

Boom! ! !

The intense flames illuminated every dazed face; with this magnificent and dazzling opening ceremony, Shuoyue celebrated his return to the front lines:

"New moon, may I ask, are you my sir?"

The next chapter won't be released until after noon; it'll probably be out then.

Chapter 305 The title of Grand Master is not what I seek!

Chapter 306 The title of Grand Master is not what I seek!

A rhombus-shaped crystal hangs high in the sky. When magic, born from the accumulated sorrow and wishes of Ainsworth over a thousand years, is displayed here, the radiance that bursts forth from its vortex stings the eyes of everyone.

The beast roared, but the magician's pupils remained indifferent. Before she could recover from her own attack, she snapped her fingers again.

[Projection Deployment]

The arrogant King of Magic issued a command, and the magical power of heaven and earth instantly gathered, condensing into ferocious sword shapes that stood above the palace. The clash of metal produced a chilling and murderous sound.

"Go."

Even though Lord Wu'an no longer possessed her, Shuoyue still possessed the ethereal grace of a sword immortal in every gesture.