Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

No attack worked on him; Siegfried simply slaughtered his enemies with ease—it wasn't a battle, it felt more like an assignment.

But this battle rekindled Siegfried's long-dormant passion.

Even as they pondered, their battle continued, their scores intertwined like a spiral, fleeting like sparks. The two, standing at the pinnacle of swordsmanship and spearmanship, vied for supremacy.

In terms of skill, Red has a slight edge. In terms of physical resilience, Black is superior. That being said, in terms of overall strength, the two are almost evenly matched, and even the slightest relaxation could result in a fatal blow to the heart and decapitation.

The demonic sword Balmong relentlessly pursued the white-haired spearman, the divine spear's indestructible blade destroying Siegfried's blood armor time and again. The two fought on the plains, where waves of fire and demonic energy shattered the land into a prairie; they also clashed among the mountains, using their bodies to fight against the enemy's weapons, as countless mountains along the way wailed and turned to dust.

Sparks illuminated their cold, hard eyes. The rising sun of dawn leaped over the horizon, and in the morning light, the two tiny figures enveloped the earth, and even the world trembled because of their fierce battle.

The darkness was dispelled, and Karna, with his pale face and golden armor, was kicked high into the air. Looking at the top dragon slayer approaching with his sword drawn, he slightly opened his mouth, as if in surprise, or perhaps taking a deep breath.

The next moment, crimson flames descended from the sky!

That was extreme heat and color, the wrath of the sun, the authority of the sun! The light bullets poured down like a waterfall, and Siegfried only had time to draw his sword before he was knocked to the ground and engulfed in the destruction of the violent explosion!

The earth shook, spreading with a destructive force akin to an earthquake, yet the dragon slayer of the Netherlands remained standing, the spot where he stood sinking a full inch. Viewed from above, Karna's strike left a sun-shaped mark spanning a hundred meters across the wilderness!

Such a terrifying Son of the Sun, such an unyielding dragon slayer!

'Red' landed lightly after unleashing this attack, his crimson cloak burning like an inextinguishable flame.

Blocking his way was 'Black', a man with silver hair and silver armor, his body wreathed in sky-blue demonic energy.

"The demonic spear that pierced my dragon armor, your skill, your legend, your suffering..."

The exhilarating battle made Siegfried forget his Master's prohibition. He wiped the blood from his face and spoke in a voice as calm as his appearance.

"I have the utmost respect for them."

Amidst the undying flames, the man with a red shadow drawn at the corner of his eye raised his gaze, letting out a sharp, yet seemingly amused, hum.

"Well……"

Gold watched the deadly battle between black and red with gritted teeth. He couldn't find an opportunity to use his magic. Besides, it seemed his opponent wasn't even here.

But what he was most dissatisfied with was that Black couldn't win; Siegfried, the dragon slayer, was undoubtedly the strongest. He was a great hero who feared no attack below B-rank.

But even that couldn't completely defend against Red's attacks. As expected, for now, they still had to accept her assistance.

"Please help us! Karna is your enemy too, isn't he?"

"Ah..." Upon hearing the sound, the adjudicator withdrew his gaze from somewhere outside the battlefield, paused briefly, and then resumed his solemn demeanor.

"As I just said, I cannot interfere in their battle."

Gold grew increasingly anxious as his suggestion was rejected once again, because he knew that not only the few people present, but also Danick and his group were probably watching this scene.

Even though the two were fighting, he neither gave any orders nor used magic to provide support—did others think that Erd Mujik Yggdmirena was utterly unqualified as a Master?

What's even more infuriating is that he didn't find the Red Team's Master, which means he couldn't even prove himself!

The feeling of being sidelined awakened a long-dormant sense of shame and remorse in Gold's heart, and this feeling was driving him toward the unknown.

—I have to do something.

—I must have the power to do something.

—Yes, that power is right in my hands.

Gordes looked at the back of his right hand. There, indeed, was proof of his Masterhood. The bond between Master and Servant, etched with immense magical power… Command Seals.

That's right. By using this Command Seal, that Servant can be easily brought under our control. That black one isn't a hero; he's just a puppet after all. We must never forget that.

So, taking advantage of the brief moment when Karna and Siegfried were talking, Gordes gritted his teeth and raised the Command Spell.

Now is the time to unleash our Noble Phantasm during that brief moment of lull in the enemy's guard, crush them in one fell swoop, and secure our first victory!

"Wait a minute, Lord Gold, that cannot be done!"

A sharp shout rang in his ears, and Gold shuddered, snapping out of his trance. He stumbled back a few steps, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Beside him, Liu Daolingxia, who had rushed over, cast a concerned glance at him. This time, however, Gold did not respond to her. Instead, he clutched his chest, his rationality returning.

He was so close, so very close... he was about to waste a Command Seal here!

Siegfried's Noble Phantasm does not have an armor-piercing effect, which means that if Karna focuses on defense, even if he instantly unleashes his Noble Phantasm, it will be of no use!

"Thank you for reminding me."

"It's alright, but I think it's time to retreat."

Liu Daolingxia turned her gaze to the two black-robed figures that shot up from the forest and crashed down in this direction, and nodded slightly.

"After all, it's almost dawn."

Indeed, several hours had passed since the battle began—not only the two sides engrossed in their fight, but even the onlookers had lost track of time.

The dawn has already painted the sky, and the night of struggle is about to pass.

However, the battle that ended was not brought to a close by Karna and Siegfried, who had already stopped fighting, but by two people who fell like meteors and became entangled with each other again!

I highly recommend watching the Fate/Apocrypha anime series. In my opinion, it's the most satisfying fight scene outside of the final battle between Sieg and Karna.

Chapter 412 The Battle Ends

Chapter 413 The Battle Ends

A wind rises from the ravaged land.

The dormant air currents began to surge wildly, gathering at one point in the sky. The wind is flowing air; in the distance, it is a gentle breeze, almost imperceptible, but as it gets closer, the wind begins to accelerate, like a flowing stream, and finally transforms into a raging river.

When everyone looked back as if sensing something, they saw a vast expanse of blue mist gathering from the sky, solidifying into a massive army.

“This is…” Siegfried stood leaning on his sword, unmoved by the gathering gale, while Karna thoughtfully continued the conversation in front of him.

It's a Noble Phantasm!

Without a doubt, someone unleashed their Noble Phantasm during another battle!

The question is, who unleashed the Noble Phantasm? And on whom will this massive gale attack?

Both Servants and Masters held their breath and looked up. In the almost frozen space, they saw a black-robed figure grabbing a spear whose form was obscured in mid-air and pointing it forward with a fist-gun in hand.

charge!

As if issuing an invisible decree, the hurricane roared and broke free of its cage. The gale seemed to transform into a giant whale, into thousands of soldiers and armor, iron cavalry and swords, smashing through the sea of ​​clouds and crashing down with earth-shaking force!

“The wind…”

Deadly killing intent was imminent. The young man's hood was blown off, his white hair was disheveled, but his iridescent blue eyes were unfocused, as if he had glimpsed a phantom of the past.

There once was a god of war who commanded thousands of troops and galloped freely across the exotic lands of the Mediterranean.

Even if it was only for a moment, that sense of pride and grandeur still resonated in the young man's heart.

Compared to then, the current storm is nothing more than a rootless duckweed.

! ”

Most of the magic power within his body was drawn away, and the spiral arrowhead fell into his palm, imbued with iron and fire, and was forged into a rainbow-colored magic bullet.

Loading and cocking, the young man's robes swayed wildly, yet he steadily pulled the trigger as he fell.

"boom!"

That was the sound of gunfire that overwhelmed all the gale-force winds; the magic bullet, imbued with the power to shatter mountains, cleanly and decisively sliced ​​the storm apart along the direction of the death line.

Magic clashed with magic, exploded, and nothing remained. The wind, the bullets, and the darkness that shrouded the world all vanished in the collision between the Spiral Sword and the Wind King's Barrier.

Only the seven-colored rainbow became the last trace of light in the clear sky.

“This…this is…” Gordes felt his lips go dry. Compared to the extremely dangerous hand-to-hand combat between Karna and Siegfried, the clash of Noble Phantasms between Sakumo and Artoria was clearly superior in terms of sound, light, and electricity effects.

Not only him, but even the Masters who were monitoring the area with their magic were dumbfounded and gained a new understanding of the two men's strength.

"As expected, this is the assassin who defeated me." Flanders III's expression was calm, but the veins on his hand gripping the throne were bulging.

As a king, he would not deny his defeat, but looking at 'Black' who was fighting him with the crimson magic spear and was not at a disadvantage, he felt gratified.

"However, my compatriots are no less capable than him."

"Wow, so strong..." Koles watched the Servants' wide-ranging battles, the mere clash of which affected an area of ​​a hundred miles, and subconsciously swallowed, glancing at the one beside him.

Fran, dressed in pure white wedding attire, silently turned her head away, ignoring his expectant little eyes.

"Chiron, is this the opponent we're facing?" Fiore looked at the mess on the ground, her face pale.

The centaur sage did not speak; he quietly held Fiore's hand, conveying warmth and strength.

"Teacher, can puppets possess the same power as them?" Roger looked up at his revered teacher, his eyes pure and fervent.

Without hesitation, Avisbro replied, "It can be done... no, it is definitely possible, if that's the case."

Amidst the harmonious atmosphere, only one group remained silent. Astolfo looked at Sereneka, whose face was almost contorted, covered his mouth, and dared not utter a sound.

In his simple mind, there lingering doubts.

Why does the Master seem more like...fear than anger?

What is the dark magician, Sereneka, so afraid of?

The battles between Servants have exceeded the Masters' imagination, but in the eyes of the Servants, although surprising, they are not unattainable.

However, the time for this stage has come to an end, and it's time for it to close.

Karna and Siegfried had already separated, and after breaking the Wind King's barrier, Sakumo landed lightly and stood side by side with Karna.

Artoria adjusted her hood with her left hand to ensure her face was concealed, then slowly retreated, ready to face Siegfried with equal vigilance.

"At this rate, we'll be fighting until the sun has fully risen... I don't care, but your Master seems to be getting tired of it."

Karna spoke slowly. Siegfried glanced at the sweating Gordes, exchanged a look with Artoria beside him, ended his fighting stance, and straightened up.

"I hope we can fight to our hearts' content next time."

"Yes, Black, I'm truly grateful for the opportunity to be your opponent in our first battle."

This is no exaggeration on Hong's part. It embodies the bond between a warrior and his subjects.

"I hope that my sword and my gun will be the ones to defeat you"—this dream is like that of an innocent young boy.

Bathed in the morning light, the Son of the Sun God remained composed, his body gradually transforming into spiritual particles. Beside him, the unmasked Shuoyue chuckled softly, making a pistol gesture towards Gord—the anchor point of the monitoring spell on his body—his lips moving in silent provocation.