Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Shuoyue was too lazy to say anything more. She just gave the red-haired magician a meaningful look, then left after saying a few words.

"The action begins."

The order was given, and regardless of the thoughts of the people in the team, their high level of discipline still made them act. They cast body-enhancing magic, and the fifty magicians rushed into the dense forest ahead like a whirlwind at a sprint speed far exceeding the world record.

In response to the arrow-like advance of the team, the Thousand World Trees also took action—as the soil churned, strangely shaped things suddenly emerged from the muddy ground in front of the "cleaning team".

These things are all different in shape. Some can be barely identified as humanoid, while others are completely alien. The only thing they have in common is that they all carry weapons and exude magic power that is no less than that of a second-rate magician.

The obstruction from the Thousand World Tree did not change the expressions of the magicians. These things might frighten ignorant ordinary people, but they did not take them seriously, because these were guardians very common in the magic world—puppet masters. According to intelligence, the Thousand World Tree clan they needed to defeat had an excellent puppet master.

After Shuoyue left, the captain, who had become the leader again, took the lead and attacked first. Accompanied by the roar of the invisible spirit, the puppets in the fan-shaped area in front of him were crushed and destroyed as if they were run over by a road roller.

The magicians standing behind also made their moves, and in an instant, a mystical light of various colors illuminated the forest at night and destroyed the puppets blocking the way.

"Hmph, utterly pathetic." The red-haired magician sneered, the fire serpents around him easily incinerating any enemies who dared to approach. "The puppets and defensive barriers are nothing special. You think these rabble can rebel?"

For him, who was loyal to the Mage's Association, what he couldn't understand the most was not Yggdrasil's stupidity, but the distrust from above.

"Why send some mysterious guy to put pressure on us? Can't we handle these bastards ourselves?!"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell into an inexplicable silence.

The red-haired magician thought everyone had tacitly agreed with his statement and was about to continue speaking when a strong force came from behind and pulled him to his side.

"team leader……"

"Shut up!"

The gaunt man didn't even glance at him, but stared intently ahead, breathing rapidly. The other magicians were also on high alert, cold sweat dripping down their cheeks.

They didn't know when it started, but a man came into their view.

The man was dressed entirely in aristocratic clothing that seemed to blend into the night. In contrast to the black, his face was pale, yet chilling, and his silky white hair hung loosely.

The moment he appeared, the atmosphere in the forest tensed up. Just standing there felt like being crushed, and if someone even glanced at you, your whole body would tremble uncontrollably.

This is by no means because the man is rude and violent. In fact, he is very elegant and noble in both appearance and temperament. It's just that his eyes are too cold, and people who look into his eyes will involuntarily realize that they are incredibly fragile and powerless.

"A bunch of rude scoundrels, do they think they have permission to stand here?"

The man's voice was deep and carried an unparalleled pressure, yet this pressure did not cause the 'cleaning team' to lose their will.

The black-robed man who called himself Shuoyue had told them this before.

When you see people who look like medieval nobles, run! Run away immediately, or no one can save you.

Without hesitation, the magicians abandoned their prepared escape magic and rushed out of the forest.

"Foolish." The man, who resembled a king of the night, uttered a cold disdain. Even on the battlefield, his clothes remained perfectly neat.

"What do you think this land you're standing on is?"

The man looked down at the fleeing magicians, his left hand, which had been hanging naturally, slowly raised and touched them one by one from left to right.

"here."

"here."

"And here."

"Including there—"

"As far as the eye can see, everything is my territory!"

When the man finally clenched his fist, a magical power greater than that of fifty magicians combined swept out from him.

The next second, the area swept by the magic was covered with dense black rafters.

The rafters were so densely packed that the magicians had nowhere to even step.

These rafters were so sharp that even a magician, known for his physical strength and ability to withstand gunfire, could not withstand them.

These rafters grew so rapidly that the magicians' high-speed movements paled in comparison.

"Aaaaaah!" A scream pierced the sky. The red-haired magician, who was lagging behind the group, felt a chill all over his body. He felt a piercing sensation in his lower body. Then, his scream quickly faded away like an old record player.

Because the stake from Romania grabbed his limbs and, like a bloody plant growing from hell, broke through the red-haired magician's large intestine, small intestine, stomach, and throat, along with the churning and splashing flesh and blood, bursting out of his mouth!

Not only the red-haired magician lagging behind, but also the magicians at the back of the cleaning team cried out one after another. Regardless of gender or strength, they were all like lambs to the slaughter, suffering the torture of being pierced from bottom to top, turning into nourishment for the re-enactment of the epic.

Bright red blood dripped down the black rafters onto the ground, as if it were a reenactment of an ancient legend on this land.

Legend has it that in the Middle Ages, the powerful Ottoman Empire sent a large army to attack Transylvania, then the Principality of Wallachia. The Grand Duke led the resistance. During the resistance, the Grand Duke impaled all captured or killed Turkish soldiers on wooden stakes, driving them into the earth of the Principality of Wallachia. The total number of soldiers impaled exceeded 20,000.

"Offer your blood, offer your life."

Seeing the horrific scene before him as a gentle breeze, the man, known as "Piercing Lord" by the terrified enemy, stretched out his palm and slowly clenched it.

"By the stake of despair I am pierced...and I drink my sorrows!!"

He was Vlad III, the most famous hero in Transylvania and even in all of Romania!

Chapter 382 The Assassin's Ferocious Power, the Grand Duke Loses an Arm

Chapter 383 The Assassin's Ferocious Power, the Grand Duke Loses an Arm

Screams filled the darkness of the night as invaders from the Mage's Association were subjected to a brutal massacre in the border forest of the Thousand Worlds territory.

A cleaning team of over fifty people was surrounded by a lone man, and one by one, they were being killed by the rafter stakes.

This horrific scene of hell should never have been seen, yet two pairs of eyes were watching the commotion unfolding there.

One of them is Shuoyue, who uses A-rank 'Aura Concealment' and her Noble Phantasm to conceal her form.

At this moment, ignoring the magicians who had accompanied him being pierced, he turned to look at the small doll on his shoulder.

"So, after seeing what's happening before us, do you still have doubts about the fact that the Yggdrasil summoned Servants ahead of schedule?"

"I now understand completely. It is such a dangerous familiar. It seems that the battle between the Thousand World Tree and us is inevitable."

From the doll came Belfebon's aged voice. Even though the wooden doll had no face, one could still hear the anxiety in his tone.

"Well, is Your Excellency Shuoyue able to take action now?"

Even the powerful Magic Association, which has invested enormous resources in training its cleaning team, would feel the pain of losing even one member, let alone now that half of them have already been wiped out.

"Don't worry, if the Holy Grail system fails to activate, your Mage Association will lose more than just one team."

If it were the real Behemoth who came, Shuoyue would surely have secretly protected these temporary teammates, but what Belfebon requested was the blessing of the beast.

"These are necessary sacrifices for victory, Head of the Summoning Department."

Having finally completed the final steps, the young man severed his connection with the Greater Grail before Yggdrasil could discover it, and slowly stood up.

"Just pray that a few of your expensively trained pawns survive before I make my move."

She spoke words that seemed to show concern, but Shuoyue's eyes were icy cold.

"After all, if these helpers are useless, even I can't kill a top-tier Servant."

Kill?

Kill a Servant?!

After successfully performing the Holy Grail ritual, how dare he set his sights on such a powerful Servant?!

Inside the Magic Association's room, the three leaders stared at each other in astonishment, speechless. Meanwhile, on the other end, Shuoyue had already abandoned the communication doll, crouched down, and approached Vlad III with a fist-gun in hand.

He, the new moon, is a Servant who descended in a class-specific manner.

He is the most skilled assassin, capable of delivering a fatal blow and taking the head of the commander-in-chief amidst the chaos of battle!

His eyes shimmered with iridescent ice blue, the world was shattered, and a lone wolf walked in the darkness.

Target: Black, Vlad III.

The hunt begins!

Tulipas is a small city in northern Transylvania, Romania. The city walls, built in the Middle Ages to defend against Turkish invasions, are still well-preserved, encircling parts of the fortress and city. Most of the city's buildings were extensively repaired and rebuilt on medieval foundations, possessing extremely valuable historical significance.

For Tulipas, the only thing that could be called the symbol of the city was the enormous castle that stood atop the hill of Villon—Mirenia.

The castle has never changed owners since the Middle Ages. Despite suffering Ottoman Turkish invasions, the Black Death, and bombings in modern wars, the fortress and its owners still exist today.

The name of that group is the Thousand World Trees. They are a group of magicians who migrated from Northern Europe to Romania. Right now, the fortress is bustling with activity.

Not only the Yggdrasil race, but also a group of handsome servants of unknown origin were meticulously working, patrolling the city with battle axes far beyond their era. There were also walking stone beds and stone statues with glowing eyes…

To an onlooker, it would surely seem astonishing that something terrible had happened. However, among the honest inhabitants of Tulifas, not a single fool would dare to step into this eerie castle. As long as the city lights were on, even venturing out at night was met with vigilance.

So when the castle lights, which had been extinguished for months, began to shine again, the residents looked at each other with grim expressions—the blood-stained tyrants had returned!

"That's right, it's all for today!"

Even though it was a bright and sunny day outside, the royal chamber inside the fortress remained dark, with only the flames burning on the seven candlesticks reflecting the bloody slaughter in the forest.

The king on the throne was not here, but the seven candlesticks reflected his awe-inspiring figure as he slew the enemy. Beside the throne, a handsome man stood with his arms outstretched, his tone both majestic and confident.

"Look closely, you Masters of the Yggdrasil race, who reside in Command Seals, from this moment on, you will risk your lives for the fierce battles to come. Before that, let me show you the Servants you will summon in the future, and a glimpse of their power!"

The man's name was Darnik Preston Yggdrasil, the patriarch of the Yggdrasil clan and one of the participants in the Third Holy Grail War. That war took place more than sixty years ago, yet the man's face was without a single wrinkle, and he would probably be between twenty-six and thirty years old from his appearance, as if time had stopped for him since the Third Holy Grail War.

The mages chosen as Masters by the Yggdrasil family knelt on the ground, looking up as they watched the battle, or rather, the ravages, of the Black Faction's King.

The rafters, symbolizing a bloody legend, rose from the ground. Wherever the magic reached, it spread like locusts, and like an apocalypse, it slaughtered its own kind like chickens and sheep, even against magicians that it dared not say it could defeat.

Even though they were on the same side as that Grand Duke, the Masters of Yggdrasil still felt a chill run down their spines when Vlad III went on a killing spree.

Who could possibly defeat such a powerful being?

Just when everyone was filled with awe and unease, the one-sided victory that Danic presented to them took an uncontrollable turn.

The atmosphere in the forest suddenly changed.

"Hmm." A sudden unease made Vlad III frown. He composed himself, which had been scattered by the pursuit of prey, and gripped his spear tightly.

Even without the instincts of a warrior, the numerous assassination attempts he had faced as a king still made this Grand Prince of Wallachi wary.

Looking around, apart from a few mages fleeing in disarray, only the trembling trees and the wind flowing through the forest lingered in the servant's sight for a long time.

Is it an illusion? "

Just as the Grand Duke was lost in confusion, a figure in black robes appeared like a ghost. Before anyone knew it, the lurking assassin had already gotten close to his back!

As the fist-gun was raised, Shuoyue's gunshots boomed along with her words: