Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

His fighting spirit blazed like a raging inferno—this is not a description; crimson magic burned fiercely on Karna's body, making him look like a great sun rising from the horizon.

In response, the usually silent Black also quietly unleashed a surge of sword energy. The air crackled and emitted a burnt smell—was it from their weapons? Or from the astonishing burst of battle aura? That remained unknown.

However, one fact is clear for them.

—Oh, really? You too? You're also looking forward to fighting me.

The swordsman's face gradually overlapped with that of the man who killed him. Karna curled up the corners of his mouth, feeling the collision of their auras with such joy.

Now that things have come to this, I will not allow any obstacles to interfere. Let us fight to our hearts' content and slaughter each other with all our might!

We, the heroic spirits, are all seekers and fanatics who fought relentlessly until the end of our lives. Even now, having been given a second life and manifested in this world, that faith remains unchanged through the ages!

There were no loud shouts, nor any signs of tearing apart, yet the fighting spirit between the two sides was like a scorching flame, gradually infecting everything around them.

Then, in a split second, guns and swords clashed!

Chapter 410 Artoria's Furious Outburst

Chapter 411 Artoria's Furious Outburst

As the original story unfolded, two top-tier Servants, both with maxed-out defense and power, clashed before dawn.

Meanwhile, in the nearby forest, Shuoyue, who had first provoked the conflict, was being hunted down by Hei.

Gunshots rang out incessantly, flames occasionally shot into the sky from the forest, and trees collapsed.

As the Master, Rokudou Reika could only stand outside the forest, her hands clasped in front of her chest, silently offering her blessings to her Servant.

But judging from her confident expression, she was clearly not at a disadvantage in the fight.

—At least that's how it appears to the Black Masters.

In the forest, two dark figures chased each other. The young man in front set up array points and then suddenly clapped his hands and chanted a spell.

An invisible barrier formed in an instant, and dazzling light and shadow filled the entire world. After disguising herself, Shuoyue tilted her head to avoid the attack of the crimson demon spear.

call!

A gust of wind howled, pushed down by slender arms, then rebounded defiantly, pulling off the hoods of the two black robes. A handsome young man and a stunningly beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared, staring at each other. After a moment, Shuoyue, as if yielding, smiled and raised her hands in surrender:

"A barrier has been set up around us, enough to conceal our presence, my king."

The implication is that there's no need for the guy with the ahoge to chase after him with murderous intent.

"Oh." Artoria muttered softly, slowly retracting the crimson magic spear.

For some reason, Shuoyue saw a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

???

Before he could ask, Artoria blushed and changed the subject: "Is that the real Joan of Arc you mentioned?"

Although it wasn't very clear, the ahoge (cowlick) could naturally see the figure of the girl standing in the distance, thanks to the Servant's eyesight.

"Yes, Joan of Arc, the savior of Orleans, a full thousand years have passed since the end of the Arthurian legend and the beginning of hers."

"A thousand years...?"

The girl with the ahoge looked slightly stunned. After the end of the Fourth World War, she entered an ideal world of eternal isolation, where there was almost no concept of time, and her understanding of the times was thus disrupted.

It turns out that after me, so many heroes rose and fell like shooting stars, and gathered in the same era because of their brilliant wishes, raising their swords to summon their masters.

Only at this moment could Artoria truly feel how ruthless and absurd time is.

Clap clap… Shuoyue clapped his hands, startling the ahoge from his reverie. He casually brushed his hand across the lake in the center of the forest, and the reflection of the battlefield appeared in the still water.

Ignoring the fierce battle between Little Sun and Fei Ge, Shuo Yue controlled the magic to continuously amplify it, finally locking onto Jeanne's delicate face.

Her long golden hair was styled into a ponytail, and her amethyst-like eyes shone with the same sternness as someone else's.

So beautiful, so familiar.

—To create a surprise, Shuoyue deliberately didn't tell Da Mao about Joan of Arc's appearance.

"How is it, my king?" Shuoyue raised her eyes, looking at Artoria who was standing there in a daze, and said with a half-smile, "What do you think of seeing a saintess who looks just like you?"

At this moment, he missed the Fourth Shinobi Marshal very much. It was a pity that Ryunosuke died early and the Marshal was not summoned. Otherwise, the ahoge's reaction would have been even more interesting.

Even so, when the ahoge (cowlick) saw Joan of Arc's face clearly, his mouth still opened slightly, and he was shocked.

She loosened her ponytail, coiled it into a bun, and put on bright blue contact lenses—with the Saintess and Saint King having the same aura, even if the Knights of the Round Table came, they probably wouldn't be able to tell the two apart!

Just then, Shuoyue mischievously beckoned with her finger, and the camera focused on the undulating mountains on Joan of Arc's chest.

Compared to the flat plains of Artoria, the difference is so great that it's regrettable.

No, shameless!

As if she had been humiliated, Artoria flew into a rage, threw her crimson magic spear, which shone brightly amidst the clear ringing of the spear of the end, and was aimed directly at the throat of the rebellious knight.

At the same time, the ahoge's body also changed, becoming tall and voluptuous. The clear and charming mature woman's eyes stared directly at Shuoyue, her tone as cold as ice colliding.

"I was merely immobilized by the Sword in the Stone. Besides, how dare you humiliate me like this? It seems you haven't been punished enough, Shuoyueqing."

Come on, don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower... Shuoyue almost said that, but seeing Artoria's slightly gloomy face, she held back her flirtatious words.

Everyone forgot that the ahoge (cowlick) has a mature woman form this time, and, clearly, she cares quite a bit about it... After all, Jeanne d'Arc is only a nineteen-year-old girl. We're both country girls, so why is she able to develop so well... cough cough.

With the Holy Lance pressed against her, Shuoyue couldn't help but swallow hard. Her mind was a mess, filled with images of Artoria's daring attire and her innate holy aura, making her both abstinent and alluring.

At least don't raise your hand, you're about to see everything... Shuoyue silently looked away, while the ahoge (cowlick) also snapped out of his annoyance, his body stiffened, he quietly put down the Holy Lance, coughed lightly, and tried to act nonchalant, whispering:

"I find it very novel."

"Novel?" The guy with the ahoge tried to change the subject, and Shuoyue naturally played along. "What does that mean?"

"Well, how should I put it... um..." Artoria thought for a moment, then gave an example somewhat uncertainly, "like... sisters?"

Unlike Mordred, who is a homunculus, Jeanne d'Arc bears a striking resemblance to Artoria in both appearance and temperament. If she didn't know she was female, her ahoge (cowlick) would have suspected that she was a descendant of British royalty who had ended up in Orleans.

Hearing Artoria's description, Shuoyue was startled, but tried her best to agree without showing any emotion:

“They really do look like sisters… well, almost like Mordred.”

"Lord Mordred?" Artoria glanced at Shuoyue, her tone indifferent. "I've always regarded her as a Knight of the Round Table, nothing more."

My king, what kind of scumbag talk is this? A child without a mother is like a weed, well, the kind that grows wildly.

Shuoyue's lips twitched. She was about to have a good talk with Daimao about Xiaomo when, in the water mirror, Jeanne seemed to sense something and turned her gaze toward the direction of the woods, a look of doubt appearing in her purple eyes.

Being suspected?!

Startled, Shuoyue quickly canceled the reconnaissance magic, while Artoria also stopped chatting, picked up the Crimson Demon Spear, and shrunk from a mature woman into a young girl, wrapping herself in the black robe that Shuoyue had given her.

Sure enough, a curvy figure is more pleasing to the eye… Shuoyue couldn’t help but glance at Artoria, while the ahoge, thinking Shuoyue was asking for her opinion, nodded seriously without giving it much thought:

"Okay, then let's get serious about the second step of the plan."

"Yes." Shuoyue replied softly, her golden eyes tinged with a deep blue iridescence, "The following will be a bit rough, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"Heh..." Artoria didn't follow the carriage, but her pride as a strong person still made her chuckle. "Of course, don't worry about me, just come on, Shuoyueqing."

In a flash, Shuoyue disengaged the safety, aimed at Artoria's head, and fired a bullet infused with magic. Artoria raised an eyebrow, and the air around her gathered on the crimson magic spear, causing it to tremble violently as it shot forward like a chainsaw.

Zila——!

With a deafening roar, the barrier shattered, and two figures in black robes soared into the sky, engaging in a fierce and unrestrained battle as they crashed into the equally intense battlefield of Servants!

Chapter 411 The Strongest Sword and the Strongest Spear

Chapter 412 The Strongest Sword and the Strongest Spear

The gun tore through the air, roaring and blasting.

The broken sword stirs up wind and clouds, its sharp cry piercing the air.

The fierce battle raged on, like lives fading away. The sparks dissipated, revealing two immense forces evenly matched.

In terms of distance, the spearman naturally has the advantage, since the spear held by Red has a tip that is more than a meter long.

However, creating distance will inevitably slow down the attack speed, and retracting the spear after a thrust will cause a slight time loss.

Of course, Red's spear skills are worthy of the name of the world-renowned hero Karna. Gordes, being a mere pawn, probably couldn't even see the movements clearly, without a doubt.

However, the one who received this rapid, impenetrable barrage of spears was Siegfried the Dragonslayer from the Netherlands. His swordsmanship had reached a superhuman level, and he used the slight time loss to gradually close the distance.

However, a swordsman cannot take for granted that he can defend against a spear thrust just because he is good at it. It is impossible to completely withstand the spear's combo attacks that have entered the realm of the gods by skill alone.

Nevertheless, Black calmly and gradually closed the distance. It was an extremely reckless act, one that even those who should know his legend would want to stop.

Success requires sacrifice… It’s an oversimplification. But in practice, it’s incredibly difficult, and most people get bogged down in the quagmire of death.

Black took another step forward, manipulating his greatsword with minimal movement, parrying the spear's continuous attacks with lightning speed. But since he was advancing, he couldn't keep up with the spear's speed. Several thrusts hit vital points, severing arteries and piercing through the brow—that's how it should have been.

!?

Witnessing what could only be described as bizarre, Red immediately retreated. She created distance and cast a glance at Black with eyes that seemed to freeze him.

"The wound is really shallow."

It wasn't just one shot; in fact, seventy-eight shots struck Hei. Every single one hit a vital spot. Surprisingly, he calmly assumed a fighting stance.

He wasn't uninjured. But the wound was ridiculously shallow. Given Karna's spear prowess, it wouldn't have been surprising if his arm had been shattered or his eyes gouged out. But the fact that Gordes' healing magic immediately sealed the black wound showed that Siegfried's wound was so shallow that it could regenerate instantly.

How could that be? While it's hard to believe, it's theoretically plausible that all those attacks were blocked. But to receive a direct hit and only suffer this level of damage is simply impossible…

This is both an impossible event and a phenomenon that actually happened. Therefore, there must be a reason. He was either blessed by God like those on his side, or he underwent countless trials, or something else—

Ah, I see, I understand now.

A long-lost sense of exhilaration surged within me. This black, indeed, is very similar to 'him'.

...Undoubtedly, Black was no exception in terms of astonishment. His "Dragon's Blood Armor," a violation-level ability, recreated the legend of Siegfried, a heroic spirit who had been bathed in dragon's blood, and could nullify attacks below rank B.

In other words, if the Noble Phantasm is not fully activated and the gun is simply used as a weapon, it is impossible to get hurt.

However, all seventy-eight consecutive attacks he unleashed injured him. Although they were minor injuries, enough to be immediately healed by healing magic, the fact was enough to send chills down the spine of the Heroic Spirit Siegfried.

In other words, the red spear possesses physical attack power equivalent to Rank A. Needless to say, the spear itself must be an extremely rare and valuable item. However, this alone is insufficient to unleash a strike capable of piercing through dragon armor. Such destructive power requires astonishing physical strength and exceptional skill.

Fantastic.

He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he felt a surge of joy. In his lifetime, he had never even had the experience of confronting such a hero. Since defeating the evil dragon that had ravaged thousands of villages, he had created countless legends with his immortality—however, the feeling of crossing that soul-consuming death line was long gone.