Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Very good, very good. There is still glory on the other side, and only the peak is worth climbing!"

The cheers of Alexander the Great in the audience suddenly rose a lot. Under the enthusiastic gaze of countless people, the weapon behind the young man hissed and flew out. It was not used for attack, but transformed into a long ladder to help the brave and fearless gladiator rise from the ground and thrust the first spear into the head of the beast!

A fierce collision spread across the arena. Draco's black and red gauze dress, resembling animal ears, billowed up and instantly hardened, blocking the sharp thrusts. At the same time, her wings spread out, and a ball of light as black as mud swept out in all directions. The power containing filth and corruption made Shuoyue dare not touch it. Using the power of the projected Noble Phantasm, she flew backward to dodge!

Laughing loudly, even though the Golden Cup was being suppressed, Draco still held up the shadow of the Holy Grail. With a wave of his hand, a blood-red blade as sharp as a line flew out, knocking the crescent moon, which had nowhere to hold on in mid-air, down to the dust!

Black mud rose up, like a barrier standing between humans and beasts, gurgling and flowing, like countless wronged souls whispering, rushing towards the living!

The waves formed from black mud engulfed the new moon!

The audience held their breath. With a flash of eerie light, the black tide was uncontrollably drawn toward the bottomless abyss. The unharmed gladiators emerged from it and vanished the instant they made contact with Draco's blade. When they reappeared, they had already fallen from the prism hanging in the sky, and the crimson magic spear was relentlessly attacking Draco's head!

Draco clicked his tongue in displeasure and vanished from his spot, causing his long-prepared attack to miss its mark. But as the new moon landed, the real trap was revealed—a black and red vortex suddenly appeared at Draco's previous landing point, spinning rapidly, from which several shadowy warriors condensed.

"Shadow Follower!" Fujimaru clenched his fists in the audience, his palms sweating profusely.

It wasn't just because of the shadow followers used to restrain him, but also because Draco, not far away, had begun to gather his strength, half of his body sinking into the black mud, with a bright red vortex spreading around him.

Although I don't know what she's doing, it's definitely not something good!

However, at this moment, Shuoyue was entangled by several shadow followers and had no time to pay attention to them!

"Be careful, Mr. Shuoyue—!"

The shouts were destined not to reach Shuoyue's ears, but he still looked up as if he sensed something, and smiled at Fujimaru. His movements became even more swift. The demonic spear that had just pierced the Shadow Servant's spirit core hummed, and he dragged the spear tail backward without looking, thrusting it forward and backward. He immediately felt the touch of a vital point being hit.

"A brilliant counterattack!" the skilled Servants cheered, but their smiles quickly vanished.

In the spreading hurricane, Draco laughed triumphantly, the compressed red vortex blooming like a poppy, calling out to the void.

The gravitational field was in chaos, and the void rifts broke open. Countless large stars streaked across the sky, carrying burning iron and fire with them as they fell!

A full-on meteor shower!

Empowered by the magic of the beasts, the meteors crashed down with unprecedented force. Many struck the outer walls of the arena, only to be annihilated by an invisible force, leaving ripples on the barrier. Most of them flew towards the new moon, engulfing the entire arena in a burst of light resembling a supernova explosion.

Some in the audience were stung by the light and closed their eyes, while others stared wide-eyed, even shedding tears, searching for that familiar figure.

Under such attacks, would he still exist? Could he survive and continue his attacks against humanity's greatest enemy?

As the fading light dissipated, after a brief silence, the audience's faces flushed red, and a frenzied cheer instantly resounded through the sky!

Bathed in the brilliant morning light, a warrior wielding a longbow emerged from the void. Even though his face and arms bore burn marks and his spirit robes were tattered, his bright golden vertical pupils still burned with boiling fighting spirit!

Humans remained silent, and beasts scoffed, but the chilling killing intent between them was crystal clear.

Finally, with the new moon opening its mouth and uttering the first syllable, a new chapter of battle began.

"Declaration——"

Draco's expression changed drastically, and without hesitation, he unleashed three crescent-shaped deadly arcs of light!

The arrow of imaginary number was shot out, but the curtain of imaginary number that had been opened was broken by unknown energy. One of the arcs of light escaped the cage, and even though its power was weakened, it still cut off the left arm that Shuoyue was using to defend.

Even so, it is still a partial victory for the new moon!

"I exist here!"

The chanting condensed within the project ended, and the distant dream cast its reflection here. The vast ice plain replaced the arena, and on the white earth, countless blades reflected a cold light like snow.

White snow began to fall from the sky, the clear blue sky reflecting the ice crystals on the ground.

"This is……"

"Realistic Marble..."

"So beautiful……"

Not only the citizens of Rome and the attendants present, but even the three supreme gods sitting at the top, who were in the Chaldean control room far away in time and space, all exclaimed in unison in praise.

A mental landscape as clear as crystal – no one can remain unmoved by it.

Under the manipulation of the three gods, the battle inside the Reality Marble was projected into the arena, which is why Fujimaru, Nero, and many other Servants were stunned and speechless.

Every snowflake, every sword, even the sun hanging in the sky here is a manifestation of the soul.

The mental landscape itself is a reflection of the practitioner's inner world, and it is precisely for this reason that it can reflect the nobility and purity of human nature.

Compared to the audience who were full of praise, Draco, who was drawn into the world of his mind by the new moon, was not having such a good time.

It's like being reflected in a mirror, revealing an ugly and unbearable face, which not only frightens others but is also unbearable for oneself.

Such a world is too pure to tolerate any filth.

"Even if it's a top-notch performance, don't disgust me with this kind of trash!" Draco roared angrily as his beastly body, dripping with a bloody sheen, clashed terribly with the silvery-white world, and his magical power surged exponentially.

"Or do you think this trick, which we've already seen before, can completely destroy me?"

Facing the Imaginary Shadow, the Beast of Sodom, which had once dwelled in the shadows and watched him fight, Shuoyue covered his rapidly healing arm and smiled silently.

Behind him, the reborn swords that could cleave mountains and burn seas fell in a crisscross pattern. One sword served as a shield, blocking Draco's fierce attack, while the other, in the perfect shape of a bamboo pole, slashed down at the giant beast.

"Crack!" To everyone's surprise, this time, Draco did not stop her at all, but simply let the sword that melts everything shatter her barrier and hit a certain figure three feet above her head.

It was a pitch-black chaos, an indescribable cauldron of calamity.

Realizing the danger, Shuoyue frowned and waved her hand without hesitation, urging countless sword blades to soar into the sky, like the Milky Way hanging down from the heavens, tilting towards Draco who was roaring in pain.

"Ughhhhhh!" One after another, the divine spear and demonic sword broke through the magic barrier, piercing Draco's delicate skin. Blood flowed down, making her face look fragile. But even so, the aura of the Beast of Sodom continued to grow stronger.

"Oh no!" In the audience, Weber suddenly realized something, his expression changing drastically. "Shuoyue is in danger!"

The concept of calamity has emerged.

The Golden Cup is retrieved.

【success】

After being captured by the Reality Barrier and freed from the suppression of the arena, she was finally able to recreate that embodiment of calamity and that supreme authority!

"This is your defeat, New Moon!" Draco's face contorted with a mixture of pain and ecstasy, and as she laughed maniacally, venting her agony and murderous intent, dark clouds obscured the sky.

A crimson, hollow, cold light devoured the sun, and lightning, as if forged from blood, fell.

"Calamity will come like a flood, and everything will be destroyed in this moment—[now at the bottom of the ancient border prison]!"

The moment this Noble Phantasm was released, the Reality Marble of the New Moon collapsed instantly.

Speaking of which, Draco's Noble Phantasm in the arcade was incredibly imposing, and I was really looking forward to it when it was implemented in the mobile game... Alas, what a pity.

Chapter 309 The Holy Grail and the Sacrifice of the Servants

Chapter 310 The Holy Grail and the Sacrifice of the Servants

"Now we are at the bottom of the ancient border prison!"

Unlike the 'Golden Theater of Embracing Melting,' this is a unique ultimate move, the supreme authority of human evil!

The moment the words were uttered, the sky was distorted, turning a purplish-red hue, like melted ice cream, and swirled around Draco into an unparalleled eye of a typhoon.

The clear curtain was torn away, replaced by a faint and despair-filled background. Blood-red thunderclouds descended from afar, swirling up dilapidated skyscrapers and imperial palaces, tearing them apart with a line of blood on the horizon.

At the center of this world is Draco, the Beast of Sodom, whose appearance is obscured by the light source behind him, only his tall figure is outlined!

"You will all drown in this great flood!"

The sixth beast, corresponding to the sin of corruption, has the power to unleash a world-destroying flood in the guise of an anti-Messiah!

Blood flowed from the wound, but Draco paid no heed to wipe it away. He just laughed gleefully, holding up the revealed Great Grail as it sank into the black mud, leaving behind a trail of bloody veins on the ground.

The rumbling sound of the colossal creature moving from the ground grew closer and closer. Finally, seven serpentine creatures with the heads of worms or dragons shot into the sky. However, they did not charge like Nero's Noble Phantasm. Instead, they intertwined and coiled together, rising into the sky like pillars of flesh and blood. In response, seven columns of blood-red water gushed out from the ground!

"Dragon sucks water!" Fujimaru exclaimed. The water columns tore through the soil, spread rapidly, shot into the sky, and then rolled back, flooding the entire land like seawater pouring in.

Just as the Bible describes the flood that destroyed the world—"On that day all the springs of the deep gushed forth, and the floodgates of heaven were opened!"

The waves crashed, even sweeping the figure suspended in mid-air into the water!

Countless bubbles rose to the surface, making a "gurgling" sound. Shuoyue felt as if she had lost control of her magic and could only follow her instinctive survival instinct, swinging her arms like an ordinary person and desperately swimming upwards.

However, the city, after its extreme prosperity, also fell into the water, its ruins crashing down and striking the crescent moon that was about to rise from the surface.

The figure sank into the depths of the flood, with no strength left to rise.

Realistic Marble, collapse.

The arena reappeared, and the power of the Black Mud Cauldron was suppressed once again. The drowning gladiator lay on his back on the cracked ground, his slightly heaving chest proving that he still had a sliver of life left.

But not far away, Draco, whose injuries were also rapidly recovering, was laughing wildly and had already stirred up a surging tide of black mud, threatening to completely engulf it!

"Get up, Governor!" Nero shouted, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from his chest, trying to wake Sakumo before Draco arrived. "I believe you will win, so don't lose, Sakumo!"

Not only her, but all the Servants, including Fujimaru, were using all their strength to call out, trying to wake the brave warrior from his coma.

Unfortunately, this is not a children's show, so there is no such thing as a breakout hit. The audience can only be an audience, just like nobles drinking and making merry in the stands. Whether humans strangle wild beasts or wild beasts tear human hearts apart, they can only cheer or lament, without any right to interfere.

Even the three supreme gods who maintained the arena remained silent, watching the gladiators' end with solemn expressions.

"Useless, all of it was a waste of time!" Draco laughed wildly, bent down, grabbed the unconscious Shuoyue as if catching a small insect, held him in his palm, and licked his lips triumphantly.

"Who do you think has stayed by his side the longest?"

Without waiting for a reply, Draco answered his own question.

“Of course it is me! I arrived at his side before any of you, hiding in his shadow—if that’s the case, why do you all think he can defeat me?”

"I know everything about his abilities, his magic, and his Reality Marble!"

"Stop dreaming of miracles, you fools! This kind of persistent harassment is ridiculous. I am ashamed of you!"

Although he called himself "you all," Draco's eyes were actually fixed on Nero, who was wearing a red dress and staring at him without fear. As if he wanted to completely crush that gaze, Draco clenched his fist and crushed the young man in his hand without hesitation!

Amidst screams of terror or despair, blood flowed from between her fingers, and the light of her collapsing spirit core emerged, like the last traces left by a hero's death, gradually dissipating in the wind.

"No—!" Her vision went black instantly, and the pain she had experienced before returned, a thousand times greater than before, causing Nero to sway and almost faint on the spot.

If betrayal is merely leaving her, yet still being able to watch over her from afar, then death pushes the two of them to an irreversible point.

From that moment on, we could never see each other again.

When Nero realized this, her heart felt as if it were being torn apart. The only reason she was able to stand up and stare at Draco was because of her indomitable spirit, which kept her from collapsing in front of this ambiguous 'enemy'.

"Mr. Sakugetsu...lost?" Fujimaru slumped into a chair, oblivious to the clamor around him, his mind blank.

Should we blame the failure of the new moon?