Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"I can't ask for it!"

In response, she took the first step, exchanging only a glance with Master Ritsuka. As the Knight King galloped forward, the holy sword in her hand gradually gathered the starlight of the world.

"This radiance is the hope of the stars, the proof of life that illuminates the earth—"

Noble Phantasm...

Dirumdo stopped, his eyes filled with admiration.

This is his biggest weakness; the lack of a decisive Noble Phantasm means he is destined to be unable to contend with Excalibur.

Diarmuid didn't feel it was unfair; it was also a display of the enemy's abilities. If he couldn't surpass them, it meant he wasn't qualified to claim the crown of victory.

Moreover, he was not without options.

"Master!"

"Preparations have been underway for a long time!" Since he was supporting the Master, Sakugetsu naturally wouldn't use the three extraordinary magic spells. He simply recited a spell that took more than five verses at an extremely fast pace, and finally snapped his fingers.

"Dust of Osiris!"

The supreme defensive magic that grants invincibility, learned from rare Atlas books in the Clock Tower's library!

Golden light flowed down, quickly covering Diarmuid's entire body, making him appear as inviolable as a god.

"Thank you again, my lord!" With his body under immense protection, Diarmuid simply abandoned all defense and chose to pour all his power and magic into his twin spears, allowing the two rose spears to gradually envelop the vast outline, accompanied by a whistling sound as they tore through the air, ready to be unleashed.

Opposite him, Ritsuka lightly pounded her chest, and her Mystic Code ability 'Trident of Destruction' was attached to Artoria, imbuing her Noble Phantasm with the absolute truth that breaks all laws.

Finally, Artoria's energy charge was complete, and with her shout, endless starlight streamed down across the sky:

"Let's settle this once and for all, Excalibur!!!"

"Hahhhhh!" Diarmuid roared fearlessly, throwing his twin pistols. Two giant dragons, one crimson and one gold, roared up, swirling past the light cannon and shooting upwards towards the unprotected Artoria.

In an instant, Excalibur struck Diarmuid, while two demonic spears struck Artoria's body one after the other—

"Damn it, a substitution magic!" Sakutsuki was the first to change color, breaking her Master's prohibition and summoning a diamond-shaped space to rescue the swaying figure in the stream of light. At the same time, Ritsuka was also panting heavily and activated her final magic without hesitation.

Healing Magic: Bathing at the Seaside Cottage!

The red spear that shattered the magic fell, and the wound in Artoria's side chest healed rapidly. However, under the effect of the 'Yellow Rose of Inevitable Destruction', she had to kneel on one knee and mobilize all her magic power to prevent the wound on her leg from bleeding. As a result, she fell into a near-death state due to excessive blood loss.

Artoria was already in a very difficult condition to fight, but Ritsuka stopped Mash from stepping forward and resolutely stepped forward to stand in front of Artoria.

The Grail system did not react, which means that the opponent has not lost the ability to fight.

If their side is in such a state, what about Diarmuid, who took a direct hit from Excalibur?

As the dust settled, the clear blue sky remained spotless. The young man stood upright, but beside him, a man covered in wounds knelt on the ground.

"I'm sorry, this was my mistake." Shuoyue maintained the healing magic in her hand and sighed softly.

Diarmuid responded to his Master's apology with a sincere smile.

"No, it's not your fault, my lord. It's just that I'm not as skilled as them, and Ritsuka just happened to find a way to defeat us—"

Before he could finish speaking, the exceptionally brave spearman collapsed to the ground, falling into a deep sleep with a feeling of exhilaration mixed with a touch of regret.

After confirming that Diarmuid's Spirit Origin was intact, Sakumo turned to look at Ritsuka, her golden eyes revealing approval.

“You won the Servant battle,” he said.

However, Ritsuka did not relax because of this.

"But you haven't lost yet."

"Ah, yes." Amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd, a white robe appeared, the red Akara suit fluttering in the wind. The young man had handsome features, and the twin swords in his hands drew smooth arcs of light.

The blade points directly at Ritsuka.

"After all, the people I have to defeat according to the rules are Diarmuid, the Servant, and—me, the Master!"

Someone suddenly struck a war drum, the deep, resonant sound of which made Li Xiangmu stand frozen in place, stunned by the undisguised fighting spirit.

Putting aside her status as a Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka is just an ordinary person, which means that the failure of a Servant also means her failure.

However, the new moon is different—even without a Servant, he still possesses the three most powerful magics and has combat power comparable to a Servant.

That was the power that emerged from the Fourth Holy Grail War, from the Second Singularity, from the illusion of the Grand Assassins—a terrifying power absolutely no less than any other being!

“Continue the healing spell, Ritsuka.” Artoria stood up, sword at the ready, ignoring the blood seeping through her armor. “The strength of Lord Sakugetsu far exceeds our imagination. Even I can’t guarantee I can defeat him, let alone…”

Moreover, she is already injured like this.

Ritsuka understood the unspoken message. She nodded silently, but there was not much hesitation in her eyes. She simply stood beside Artoria, channeling her remaining magical energy with all her might.

The so-called Saint Quartz, the so-called QP, the so-called victory or defeat... all of these were thrown to the winds by Ritsuka.

The person standing before her was the ultimate victor of the Holy Grail War, a Master whose abilities far surpassed hers, and a powerful opponent unlike any she could find in the Chaldea simulation trials.

After experiencing numerous singularities, just how much has Fujimaru Ritsuka grown? Let her prove it in this battle!

Her second battle has begun, and this time, she and Artoria will face the young man who once wielded the Sky-Piercing Sword and cleaved the giant demon boar in two.

Master, New Moon, join the battle!

Suddenly I remembered the captain's amazing feat of using celestial magic to wipe out Chaldea and even giving Boiling Sheep an extra life bar! Waaaaah, my captain...

Chapter 363 Youth So Far

Chapter 364 Youth So Far

Although the battle took place in the camp, Shuoyue had already set up a ritual site in advance. With the blessing of the Holy Grail, even if the two Artorias' Noble Phantasms clashed, it would not be destroyed.

Since safety could be guaranteed, the Chaldea Servants naturally wouldn't miss their Master's battle. Illya, who rushed over and hugged Miyu like a toy as soon as she landed, couldn't help but be drawn to the scene. Together with her two companions, she watched the battle unfold before her.

The armor plates, resembling dragon scales, overlap each other. Each plate is a crystallization forged from noble fantasies transformed into steel, and from countless prayers poured into the furnace.

Now, the embodiment of hope covers the golden-haired knight's body, along with the Star Sword of 'Hope' itself, causing all observers to look up in awe!

Even injured, his brilliance remained undiminished. The glorious King Arthur strode forward, his body still taut despite being fully armed, facing his opponent with utmost vigilance and willpower.

Amidst the thunderous footsteps of the red dragon, the surrounding clamor faded away, leaving only the sound of running like drums, stirring up a burning fighting spirit.

Unmoved by the white-robed, red-clad youth rushing at full speed, he stood still with a smile, watching the holy sword roar, cleave space, and leave behind a golden light that stretched straight forward.

It slashed down at the youth who was about the same size as it!

A loud and sharp clang erupted as the twin blades shattered upon contact, but the all-out slash came to an abrupt halt!

The impact arcs of light, powerful enough to instantly breach even a fortress, were all halted by the thrust of the spear.

Only a few sparks flew past the young man's smiling face.

The crimson demonic spear, locked in a stalemate with the arc of light, was inscribed with runes of ancient gods and exuded an ominous aura of curse. Then, with a casual flick of the youth's wrist, the golden arc of light was sent flying into the sky and vanished in an instant.

"This, this is?" Diarmuid, who had just woken up, saw the magic spear in Shuoyue's hand and subconsciously turned his head. His beloved spear was still in his hand.

But the weapon that Shuoyue is using now is clearly the same as his, a demonic spear called 'Red Rose of Demon Slayer'!

“It bears traces of projection magic, yet this power is no less than that of the original text…” Tamamo-no-Mae murmured, her face filled with disbelief and solemnity.

"This is already...the realm of creation."

As they spoke in hushed tones, the young man smiled and finally took a step.

Take a step forward!

Artoria only saw Shuoyue make such a move, and the next moment, a chill ran down her spine, almost touching her.

The lightning expanded.

He only had time to raise his longsword before he was struck hard and sent flying.

"collapse!"

As her sturdy armor collided with the equally hard earth, Artoria couldn't help but groan in pain. Her already unhealable wounds reopened, and her strength drained away with each drop of blood.

Amidst the howling wind, she suddenly adjusted her posture, as if she had never been injured, and silently and swiftly swung the holy sword!

Just like the rigorous training that began in childhood and has never been interrupted for a single day, the complex skills have long been simplified into instinct. Each move requires no thought, surpassing oneself and even being faster than lightning.

After countless trials and tribulations, only the smooth, flowing process of refining and purity remains.

Yet, within those straightforward and unpretentious moves lay an indescribable ferocity and savagery.

A real blow!

The clash of weapons, devoid of any frills, unleashed a spreading storm, carrying scorching heat and captivating light, sweeping across the land.

Cracks appeared on the ground, and before the deafening roar could even be heard, the two sides launched another attack.

Without holding back, with all one's might, one strikes down upon the opponent.

It's still head-on collision!

As a series of deafening roars stretched into a line like thunder, the hurricane blurred the figures of the two, leaving only their fleeting outlines.

Amidst the deafening roar that seemed to shatter eardrums, after repeated clashes, the young man in white robes and red clothes was finally forced back. His numb hands fell uncontrollably backward, leaving him wide open!

Martial arts were indeed his weakness, and when Artoria's intuition led the battle to this point, the defeat of the new moon was already inevitable.

His eyes shone brightly, and the holy sword in his hand drew a stunning arc, embracing the enemy's neck in its trajectory, and then, light flowed forth!

Was it a decisive blow? Ritsuka, panting heavily, looked up.

Has the battle ended? Diarmuid and Cú Chulainn stared intently at each other.

"My brother is in danger!" Miyu managed to keep herself from crying out, but then she saw the white-haired, golden-eyed youth suddenly turn his head and smile at her amidst the perilous battlefield!

“Watch closely, it’s Meiyou,” the young man said.

"Your brother is very capable."

In that instant, they heard a sonata playing in the distance.

The voice of the new moon.

It was hard to tell whether it was a magician's incantation or a singer's elegant chanting. Yet, that ethereal sound seemed to possess a tangible form.

It enveloped everything, freezing the entire battlefield!

Projection creates, substitution anchors, the shadow of imaginary numbers roars in the endless void, a seven-headed, ten-horned beast rides the flood, tearing everything apart and destroying everything in its self-dominance...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the sharp holy sword suddenly let out a mournful cry, and blood spurted out along with its master's slender arm!