Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

No, this is just weak-willed misplaced anger. Without the help of other Grand Servants, New Moon has done her best.

So, should we continue fighting?

But after the new moon's death, which Servant will be able to raise the banner of victory?

Fairness was nonexistent in the gladiatorial arenas of ancient Rome. Even if it were a series of tag-team battles, it wouldn't be impossible. But no Servant could defeat a Beast on their own... Wait a minute!

Suddenly noticing something unusual, Fujimaru's eyes widened in shock.

Why is the Divine Ancestor smiling?

Before he could react, a figure suddenly appeared beside him—it was Hei Dai.

“Master, I am very satisfied with the time I have spent with you, and now—” she lowered her head, “please allow me to leave.”

Eh? "

"That's right, we felt the call too, woof!" Tamamo-nyan and Elizabeth arrived together.

“The same is true for me and my king.” Weber and Alexander both nodded.

"The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs never to return, hahahaha..." The drunken Jing Ke laughed loudly, while Lu Bu beside him roared with full fighting spirit.

Looking at the crowd, who were rubbing their hands together and ready to fight, Fujimaru asked in confusion, "What... is going on?"

The Servants exchanged glances, and before Waver could speak, Nero's joyful cry rang out:

"Hey, do you all see that? It's the Governor! I told you the Governor couldn't possibly fail!"

Following the sound, the somewhat ethereal youth reappeared in the arena, facing off against the snarling Draco.

In his hands, too, lay the golden cauldron of wishes.

"The Holy Grail!" Fujimaru exclaimed, realizing something in his mind. He turned his head sharply and found that the Servants surrounding him had also become pale and began to emit golden spiritual particles.

"Do not grieve, we are but fleeting illusions, a group of dead returning through the arena... Since we have a place to use our skills, we are naturally willing to offer our lives." Jing Ke smiled and then disappeared first.

Jing Ke, return to the Holy Grail.

Goodbye, little piglet! It was a pleasure being with you!

Elizabeth, return to the Holy Grail.

"It is truly an honor to be able to witness this battle and contribute to it. Well then, I'll take my leave now, teacher!"

"The more people the better, of course. In that case, I'll come and help!"

Alexander, Boudica, return to the Holy Grail.

“Then, I will too…” Hei Dai was about to act when he was suddenly stopped.

“Letting Britain help Rome, such an excessive thing only needs to be done once.” Caesar, dressed in the robes of a tribune, stopped Blackie, a hint of distress flashing across his plump face. “Ah, really. Although this singularity has been made a mess of things, it’s time for me to redeem myself.”

“The Master still needs someone to protect him, and no one is more suitable than you, King of Knights.”

After leaving these two sentences, the two emperors nodded to each other and disappeared.

Caesar, return to the Holy Grail.

Caligula, return to the Holy Grail.

"Hey, hey, isn't it ready yet? Being slow is not good, meow!" Tamamo Cat slapped Waver in dissatisfaction, causing him to stumble and almost break the spell in his hand.

"Stop nagging, you silly cat! Forcibly altering a spirit origin isn't that easy. Even if General Lü Bu had the aptitude, it would be very difficult!" Despite the complaints, the fact that he could complete the modification in such a short time was enough to prove Zhuge Kongming's ability. "Alright, go in peace!"

After letting out a roar, Lu Bu's figure turned into light and gradually dissipated, while Tamamo-no-Myanmar, as fuel for continuing his spirit origin, also disappeared.

(Transformation of Spirit Origin) Lu Bu & Tamamo-no-Myanmar return to the Holy Grail.

“It’s my turn in the end…” Waver took a deep breath and was about to release his Spirit Origin when a gentle force pushed him away.

The new moon, the return of the Holy Grail.

Weber stopped his suicidal act, looked at Fujimaru, Black Saber, and him who were still alive, and suddenly realized something, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

"So that's how it is. That's why they died without resistance... You actually schemed to this extent, Shuoyue?"

Of those present, aside from Fujimaru, who has a special status, he is Sakugetsu's friend, and Artoria is his queen.

Therefore, they alone do not need to sacrifice themselves.

“I am enough to fight on the front lines—you just need to wait for my victorious return.” Muttering out Shuoyue’s thoughts, Weber was not annoyed by his autocratic decision, but suddenly felt at ease.

If even this step has been taken into consideration, then everything is now proceeding along the path laid out by the new moon.

If that's the case, what's there to worry about, even if it's an extremely ferocious beast?

"So, may you win, New Moon..." Weber said with his eyes closed.

Bring victory to your cherished friends!

Modifying a spirit origin isn't actually that difficult for serious people. For example, a certain purple-haired elder... big sister, um, that's it.

Chapter 310 The final ending of the story is up to me!

Chapter 311 The final ending of the story is up to me!

The Third Law: The Materialization of the Soul.

After the sacrifice of the seven heroic souls, the pure magic once again filled the Holy Grail, and a brand-new Heavenly Garment appeared, protecting the mage's soul.

After sacrificing his physical body to unleash the extremely long-cast third spell, New Moon finally stood on the same level as Draco again.

“You’re right, Draco. You’ve always been watching me. You know everything about me, even my magic—” Bathed in golden light, the crescent moon smiled like a saint. “But do you have a strategy to defeat the Third Law?”

"Tsk..." Draco flicked away the crumbs in her hand, staring at the mouthwatering soul before her, making no attempt to hide her displeasure.

The Heaven's Cup, which gathers the souls of seven heroes and uses them for its own purposes, is enough to push any fragile human to the level of a high-ranking fantasy species, not to mention someone like Sakumoku, who is already outrageously strong.

In the later stages of the Fourth Holy Grail War, Sakumo was able to fight on par with Nameless, who was empowered with a Mythic Mystic Code, using his Third Magic. To what extent has he mastered his Third Magic now? And what level has his ability to materialize his soul reached?

Draco didn't want to know, but her fear of the Third Law had become a reality, the biggest obstacle to her freedom.

Destroy him, or else be sealed back into the depths of the imaginary number, becoming neighbors with that woman who sings loudly all day long...

She never wants to experience something like this again in her life!

"You think you can defeat me just by liberating the Third Law? How utterly laughable!" Enraged, the Beast of Sodom surged forth, its waves blotting out the sky. "Compared to the Nameless Mythical Attire, you are still far inferior!"

"But you are not complete anymore; you are merely an larva at best." A platinum-gold light ignited, initially just a teetering point, but as it fell into the waves of black mud, it transformed into a bright, raging fire!

Holding the Heaven's Cup, the soul chanted softly, and the divine sword once again pierced through the clouds and fell, only to be knocked away by the furious Draco's flapping wings. Behind it, however, came the clanging sound of countless divine weapons transforming into giant hands, tightly gripping the blood-red barrier, almost crushing it!

"Seven Dragons, become my fingers!" The decree was issued, and the demonic beasts swarmed out, wielding their blades like thick whips, knocking away the overwhelming array of weapons. Sharp blades slashed down, tearing through scales and leaving deep gashes from which blood gushed forth. But then, the wounds that had been torn open quickly regenerated, restoring everything to its original state in the blink of an eye.

While Draco's powerful regenerative abilities were certainly admirable, the sudden frown on his face made Shuoyue chuckle.

"Does it hurt?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? It hurts like hell, you bastard!"

Pain turned into anger, anger into murderous intent. Draco opened his mouth, and his wings suddenly spread out, swallowing the tide of black mud scorched by platinum flames. He squeezed out the last power left by the cup of black mud and poured it out in the most violent way, without any reservation!

In Shuoyue's perception, countless swords and blades lost their connection in an instant, as if the spreading darkness had swallowed everything up.

The corrupt breath that annihilates all souls and lives filled the arena, spreading in all directions, and even broke through the blockade of the three supreme gods, leaking out a tiny wisp.

Even a single wisp of smoke completely obliterated a corner of the stands, and the heroic souls of the Roman soldiers vanished without a sound, along with the destruction.

The earth is dying.

The flowers and plants that once bloomed in the arena under the Roman sun withered and perished one after another. The soil, irrigated by black mud, became distorted, and new twisted life grew from it, wantonly exploiting the original ecosystem.

Then, shadowy figures resembling dragon fang soldiers emerged from the ground, seizing fragments of the heroic spirits' spirit origins and transforming them into shadow servants, silently raising their weapons against the savior.

The platinum flames, having lost their carrier, dissipated and were replaced by the infernal flames they had unleashed, which burned wantonly in the arena!

"Rose Blood Tide!" Draco shouted, spreading destruction. Within the blood-red cage, Draco looked at the new moon with a mocking expression.

"Even if you manage to seize the Heaven's Cup, what good will it do? As long as the Grand Masters don't emerge and that annoying Nameless doesn't come, then I am invincible!"

Having single-handedly changed the battlefield, the Beast of Sodom, standing in the very center, roared with laughter, while the stands fell silent. Gazing at the apocalyptic scene of burning blood and shadowy figures, even the strongest warrior would doubt their own victory.

Crack, crack.

The blood crystal shattered. It wasn't the agglomeration of Wu Anjun's evil energy, but a shelter forged from pure iron light. However, it was assimilated into a fragile crystal by Draco's blood tide. As the eggshell peeled away layer by layer, the young man wearing a white-gold Heavenly Robe and with bright eyes reappeared in front of Draco.

In his hands, he held up a book, which not only bore ancient and mysterious imprints, but also had wisps of blue luminescence flowing within it.

“This is…” Just staring at the book, Draco felt a chill run down his spine, as if his soul was about to be swallowed up by it.

Can this really be called a 'book'?

What surprised her even more was that she had never seen this book before. Not to mention Shuoyue, even Wuming had never taken out such a thing!

"Fool, do you really think I can defeat you with the Heaven's Cup? That's just a stepping stone! The Holy Grail you took from your hands, combined with the Third Law you already knew about, can't possibly be ignored, right? If it were me, I would have already figured out how to deal with this form!"

Laughing loudly and making sarcastic remarks, Shuoyue held up the book in his hand. The Holy Grail he had obtained from Draco had long been buried in it, as a resource for the manifestation of the Destiny Chart.

Yes, a compendium of fate.

After absorbing what Wuming gave it, it finally had the possibility of appearing in the real world!

Even if what it contains is the record of countless heroic spirits, as long as the will of the new moon remains, it can bear the weight of the record and reproduce the map of destiny.

And its function is—

"I've wanted to say this line for a long time!" Grinning excitedly, the platinum-colored soul, holding the Destiny Compendium, declared loudly:

"I will decide the final outcome of the story!"

Heeding the holder's call, the Destiny Compendium began to turn its pages with a 'whoosh'.

[The Third Law is Initiated, and the Concept of Faith is Extracted]

[Record unfolds, preparation for spiritual transformation]

[Event compilation pre-heating complete]

[The story begins]

And so, in the utter silence, only the young man's magnetic whisper could be heard:

"Once upon a time, there was a hunter..."

I won't tell you which show that last line referenced~~ (hehe)