Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

I saw...your death!

"What—!" Vlad III turned around in astonishment, and even though the time was extremely short, he still managed to utter the true name of the Noble Phantasm:

"King of Capital Punishment!"

The pitch-black rafters unfolded like layers of red spider lilies, and the carefully ground spell bullets were embedded in them, constantly breaking through the barrier, but ultimately remaining stuck in the infinitely magical rafters.

At the same time, the stakes formed by the King of Extreme Execution, like the most loyal soldiers, swarmed forward, frantically squeezing the assassin's space to move, trying to pierce and kill him to appease the king's thunderous wrath!

Bang bang bang!

A flash of light erupted from the muzzle of the gun. Before the Wallachian prince could react, the young man in black robes destroyed the rafters, took a step forward, and his icy blue eyes reflected a deadly iridescent light.

"This world has come to an end, farewell!"

Beneath the black pistol, a black blade flashed and disappeared.

puff!

"Ughhhhhh!"

Accompanying the cry of pain was a right arm that was tightly gripping a spear, but which flew into the sky involuntarily!

Lan Zhi, Shuo Yue, assassination successful.

Black, Flanders III, Romania's top Servant, is missing an arm!

Chapter 383 Assassination, Vlad III's Desperate Situation

Chapter 384 Assassination, Vlad III's Desperate Situation

In the thick, inky forest, the Grand Prince of Wallachi clutched his severed arm and roared, his sharp and savage eyes fixed on what lay ahead.

The young man, draped in a black robe and wielding two guns, moved like a ghost, yet his iridescent eyes held a chilling stillness.

The kings of the city of Mirenia were completely silent. The Masters of the Thousand Trees bowed their heads in fear, not daring to look, as if the lords' wrath would spread from the other side of the forest and burn the disrespectful magicians to ashes.

Even though they lowered their heads, the doubts still lingered in everyone's minds.

Who assassinated Vlad III?

Is it a servant?

If he is a follower, how did he find him?

Who is his Master?

“Raise your heads, Masters of Yggdrasil.”

Vlad III's Master, Darnic, the patriarch of Yggdrasil, spoke. Although he had briefly lost his composure, he skillfully suppressed his rising anger and shock, and what appeared before his Masters once more was the calm and collected demeanor of a clan leader:

"Our King, our Grand Duke was ambushed by assassins and lost an arm, but there is no need to hide this! This is just a small part of the fierce battle to come! So-called Servants are simply familiars who gather under the light of the Holy Grail, fight for our great ambition, and bring us victory!"

"Since we have venerated the Black Lord as our king, even if he is destined to fight and bleed for this honor, even if he is injured or even loses his life, it is his responsibility as a Servant and as the king of Romania!"

Under Danic's impassioned speech, the fear in the Masters' eyes gradually dissipated.

Yes, only a Servant can defeat a Servant. Vlad III's survival of a mysterious sneak attack proves his strength.

not to mention--

"Assassins exposed to the King's wrath are nothing but insignificant ants!"

Even though who this person is and where he came from remains a mystery, Danic knows that in order to restore the morale of the Masters of Yggdrasil, he has no choice but to say this and do this.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Darnick, the patriarch of the Yggdrasil clan, bowed and paid his respects to Darnick in the image. The magic power from the 'Grand' magician was continuously transmitted to the familiar in the distance along the causal line.

"Please bring us, the Thousand World Tree, our first victory in a Servant battle, Your Majesty!"

As if in response to Danic's speech, Vlad III, still radiant despite the bloodshed, raised his left arm and pointed forward.

"King of Capital Punishment!"

"King of Capital Punishment!"

With a whooshing sound, the rafters seemed to replace the forest itself, surging up with an unprecedented force, instantly covering the earth, piercing the sky, and heading towards the figure sandwiched between heaven and earth.

The gun muzzle spewed fire as the bullet, forged from pure iron, struck the rafter pile and shattered it, but it was only one in a million.

Like a herd of beasts drawn by the gunshot, rafters surged forth one after another, aimed at the assassin's location. The assassin gripped the trigger with both hands and fired repeatedly, severing the sharp tips aimed at him. However, new rafters grew out of the gaps between the damaged rafters.

Its power is endless and inexhaustible; this is the terrifying aspect of this treasure.

The Noble Phantasm of rafters isn't actually that bad; a single rafter wouldn't have much destructive power, and its speed is quite slow... However, the sheer number of them is frightening. The number of rafters lying between the assassin and the king exceeds one thousand, and they are things that suddenly appeared from the ground, making it extremely difficult to dodge them.

Quantity—this is arguably the most striking feature of this Noble Phantasm. It can deploy approximately 20,000 iron stakes. That alone makes it exceptionally powerful.

While there are indeed Noble Phantasms that can annihilate hundreds or thousands of people in an instant, those that can kill tens of thousands are extremely rare.

This is because Vlad III's Noble Phantasm is not something like a holy sword or a holy spear, but rather a recreation of a "real event" that occurred in history—the legend of impaling 20,000 Ottoman Turkish soldiers on iron stakes.

Indeed, each of those iron stakes might be insignificant, hardly qualifying as a Noble Phantasm. But—faced with the overwhelming number of twenty thousand, even the most resolute Heroic Spirits would feel an invisible pressure. Despite its madness, it was the most intense and impactful act of military demonstration. It was something that humans could absolutely never do.

Therefore, this Noble Phantasm is called "King of Execution," the most terrifying Noble Phantasm bearing the name of its owner.

Destruction is meaningless; bullets can pierce steel plates and injure human bodies, but they cannot stop a river.

—Especially the vast rivers formed by the iron stakes of punishment.

With his safe distance threatened, the assassin was forced to flee from being swallowed by the 'turbid current'. But no matter where the new moon appeared, the endless piles of rafters followed him like a shadow, as if he had already been placed on the guillotine, and the 'King of Execution' was Louis XVI's Pleasure Blade falling on him.

There's no escaping it, no hiding from it.

Unless one possesses absolute defense, these approaching rafters would surely pierce their chests, becoming a significant part of this bloody legend.

Bang bang bang!

The gunfire grew increasingly intense, and as the broken rafters fell, new ones sprang up in the next instant, further encroaching on the assassins' increasingly cramped space.

The one-armed king of the night stood still, the sharp rafters his soldiers, his limbs.

He narrowed his eyes, which were dark with anger, and looked at the mysterious assassins jumping around. His heart was gradually filled with disappointment and the pleasure of killing.

Ah, how foolish! Not only did I have overly high expectations of him, but I also let such an insignificant person hurt me like this.

For this proud king, if he had the honor of severing his right arm, then the assassin should not be so weak as to not even be able to break through the rafters; otherwise, even he, the wounded man, would be ridiculed by the world!

Overwhelmed by shame, Vlad III clenched his left fist, and the onslaught of the rafters intensified. At this rate, the frail assassin would be pierced by hundreds of rafters simultaneously—a scene that would be incredibly bloody and cruel.

There is a famous anecdote about this Grand Duke of Wallachia, and this characteristic made Vlad III increasingly thirsty for blood and slaughter.

But at least for now, those standing here are not those who have fallen because of the legends, but heroes who are noble and majestic, basking in the glory of Romanian legends!

"It's nothing more than losing the gun in my hand! Though I am now in this world, as a hero, my legend is something that you lowly villains can never surpass!"

Flanders III cried out, his last glimmer of hope causing the rafters to lift the fallen spear. He gripped the shaft with his left hand, the tip pointing directly at the increasingly desperate assassin.

"If you wish to prove your bravery, if you wish to maintain your heroic pride, then abandon your futile hiding and use all your means to take the head of Yvonne III!"

"Otherwise—even if you are pierced, I will hold you by your last breath and escort you back to the fortress of Mirenia, where you will suffer the insults and contempt of everyone!"

As a great hero in mythology, being captured by enemies in the mortal world and having his reputation and dignity trampled upon is clearly a punishment that no heroic spirit can accept.

Abandon the concealment, and use all your strength to defeat and kill this tyrannical king—

The thought had barely formed when the assassin suppressed it, even though he knew in his heart that the real "him" would never ignore Vlad's provocation, even if it was a challenge, he would respond with absolute violence.

Unfortunately, as a person, all he cared about was whether the chips on both sides of the scale were appropriate.

Seeing that the assassin seemed oblivious and ignored his words, Vlad III grumbled angrily and continued to advance towards the enemy, swinging his stake.

However, focused on the new moon, he did not realize that the 'cleaning team' he had tortured and ravaged not long ago had not fled while the assassin was distracted. Instead, they spread out around the forest and set up array plates that the new moon had given them.

Its only function is—

boom!

A mysterious light shot into the sky and exploded, while the assassin, who was gradually sinking into the cage of rafters, looked up and finally curled up the corners of his mouth slightly.

The time has come.

With her iridescent eyes locked onto the king behind the thousands of troops, Shuoyue activated the magic circle switch without hesitation. At the same time, magic was released and activated instantly. The magic turned into fuel and burned fiercely, with light surging, propelling the assassin through the iron wall built of rafters. He was carried like a bullet and instantly entered Vlad's line of sight!

"Is this a death throes, assassin?"

Faced with the sudden attack of the new moon, Vlad III remained calm and confident, raising his spear with his left arm: "Then, let me bestow upon you the ultimate punishment of piercing... Hmm?!"

At this critical moment, Vlad III ignored the crescent moon attacking him and looked at his own palm in astonishment.

Without warning, his aura plummeted, causing him to fall from the pedestal of a top-tier Servant. Even his sharpest pillars withered and degenerated into the 'Bloodstained Demon King's Noble Phantasm, no longer possessing its original power.

This is why Shuoyue broke through the defenses so easily. Ironically, this king still hasn't realized that his connection with Romania has been severed!

"My remaining strength!!!"

Before the Grand Prince of Wallachia could recover from the shock, the assassin's spear was already close to his chest, chasing the thin line of death!

"Die!" This was the assassin's second attack, and an inevitable blow that Vlad III could not avoid!

puff!

The king's blood splattered, and under the dazzling red light, the forest returned to deathly silence.

Only the rafters held the corpse up, and when the wind blew, the soul of the dead swayed on the ground, empty and desolate, as if sighing.

As an aside, although Danick Preston Yggdrasil was a Grand Magician, he rose to his Grand rank through political maneuvering, and was not on the same level as Orange & Blue, or even the later El-Melloi classroom students.

Chapter 384 Summoning, Summoning, Summoning!

Chapter 385 Summoning, Summoning, Summoning!

Fortress of Myrenia

The stench of blood filled the royal chamber. Before the throne, Vlad III lay with his eyes closed, his right arm severed at the root, and his chest flesh exposed, with his beating heart faintly visible.

If perceived using magical vision, Vlad III's Servant Soul Core was as dull and lifeless as a shattered glass bead.

Danic knelt before Vlad III, his long hair trailing on the ground, obscuring his clenched right fist.

On the back of his hand, only two Command Seal marks remained.

If he hadn't impulsively allowed the Master of Yggdrasil to witness the power of the Servant, even if Vlad III had been killed by assassins, as the Master, he wouldn't have had time to activate Command Spells to save his life.

However, as a magician, it is extremely difficult to capture the moment when Servants clash—so much so that after he used a Command Spell to recall his Servant, Vlad III's core had already been injured by the blade of the fist gun, almost fatally.