Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The new moon was able to temporarily detach from the spiritual veins and weaken Flanders III; couldn't Tadanic, the Lord of the Thousand World Tree, also control the spiritual veins and conceal his aura?

That damned Red team would never have imagined that Black had already reached their rear, waiting for the perfect opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Just in case, Danic gave them another message: "Later, you guys pretend to retreat. If those two Servants escape, you'll be the ones to deal with them."

"clear."

"Ok."

Siegfried and Artoria each gave a reply, but Flander III could never have imagined that one of these two Servants would connect to another causal line in the next moment.

"Shuoyue, there is danger behind you!"

Not long before, shortly after Red was captured, Black and Astolfo hurriedly returned to the fortress in spirit form.

Of course, he was trying to take full advantage of the Black team's all-out attack tonight. In a short time, it shouldn't be possible to take care of the situation of just one android.

This is a perfect opportunity for that poor android to escape.

Just as the android was practicing walking, "Black," who had been holding his breath, suddenly knocked on the door. He smiled and reached out his hand to the android, his body slightly injured.

"Now's the perfect time! Quick, let's run!"

Before the android could understand what was happening, the handsome pink-haired knight grabbed his hand and started running. They raced down the corridor, passing patrols that offered no resistance, their eyes revealing only sorrow and a glimmer of hope; passing their wounded android brethren, huddled in corners awaiting death... Finally, the stone golems they had created discovered them and began to give chase.

Although the android was powerless to resist, he was accompanied by a legendary paladin, a renowned adventurer. After a struggle and hiding, the two, breathless, finally escaped from the city.

Passing through the back gate on the east side of the fortress, what comes into view is a rushing river, a torrential downpour of muddy water, clearly a trap set up by magic.

On the opposite bank, as far as the eye can see, are endless mountain peaks. The scenery is rugged, but there is freedom there. Although it is a freedom with only a little joy and a harsh reality—at least it gives people the will to live.

But to access this precious freedom, they must break through the defenses erected by the fortress of Mirenia.

"Hmm...you absolutely mustn't let go from now on, okay?"

The android nodded nervously. The area was clearly covered with traps and barriers set up by magic. Putting aside the fact that it was just a mere android—a flawed creature that would be on the verge of death just by using magic—it probably would have died in less than ten seconds.

But Afu smiled confidently and said, "I have this, ta-da!"

He pulled out a thick, leather-bound book. Although the text and illustrations on the cover were dim and unclear, the android understood that it was clearly an item related to magic.

“I once saved a woman named Rosette. This is what she gave me back then. Just holding it in my hand can break any magic!”

"Wow, that's amazing!" the android exclaimed.

This is one of the Black Faction's Noble Phantasms. Astolfo, one of the twelve warriors under Charlemagne, was an adventurer who embarked on all sorts of adventures at will and eventually reached the moon. The number of Noble Phantasms he possessed as a Heroic Spirit was no less than that of Achilles, who was also a Heroic Spirit.

However, there's a bit of a problem: although it's a Noble Phantasm, I've forgotten its true name!

The cult of androids had barely begun when it was shattered by Afu's utterly absurd words.

ha? "

In FSR, the effects of spirit veins are further explained. They can not only enhance magic power, but also achieve many other functions such as concealment. Therefore, the protagonist, Miyamoto Iori, always has to fight for spirit veins with the enemy before going to war (it's really satisfying to wield two swords and hack and slash at enemies in the later stages).

Chapter 424 Vlad III's Fear

Chapter 425 Vlad III's Fear

Rationality evaporates: D

Reason has evaporated, rendering it impossible to keep any secrets. Revealing a companion's true name and weaknesses, forgetting important things—these are already considered curses. This skill also possesses 'intuition,' allowing the user to sense, to some extent, the most suitable development for themselves during combat.

It is precisely because of this skill that Astolfo seems so unreliable, even capable of forgetting the true name of his Noble Phantasm.

Fortunately, the 'Magic All-Purpose Guidebook' in Astolfo's hands is not a Noble Phantasm that can only be released by unleashing its true name. As long as he holds it, he will have A-rank magic resistance.

With the help of his Noble Phantasm, Astolfo, along with the homunculus, easily crossed the rushing moat, emerged from the disorienting forest, and broke through the treacherous mountain path.

"Isn't it great to be with me?"

The android exhausted itself just walking, but Astolfo kept chattering along the way, so it wasn't lonely.

The forest, shrouded in darkness, was eerily silent. Apart from the faint rustling of the grass and trees when the wind blew, not even the chirping of birds could be heard. Was this a strategy to deal with the familiar? The forest was sickly covered with a barrier.

"Ah, I miss this atmosphere so much! You know what? I was once turned into a tree, you know?"

Laughing, he gazed at the sky and began to recount his past failures. It was said that Astolfo had committed as many fatal failures as his illustrious adventures.

He always lost in horseback riding competitions; he fell into magic traps several times; and the rationality he finally gained on the moon evaporated without him even realizing it.

However, Astolfo never experienced setbacks. The concepts of failure and defeat simply did not exist in his mind.

"For example, being turned into a tree is very safe and surprisingly nice. Birds will land on my hand without any precautions, and animals, whether deer or wolves, will lean against me."

Perhaps only he would think that way? Usually, people would despair if they were turned into trees. But the paladin named Astolfo has always lived a positive life.

"So, how do you plan to live?"

Suddenly, a difficult question was posed. Although the androids had been asked the same question, they were unable to provide an answer because survival itself was their goal at that time.

A pitch-black forest... Yes, my life is this darkness itself. Without purpose, without goals, even survival is incredibly difficult.

A heartfelt voice of concern resonated within its tiny soul. "If only I could really escape," the android thought, "if only I could talk freely and without restraint."

Suddenly, Astolfo stopped. He tightened his grip on his hands, feeling a slight pain. The homunculus raised his eyes and saw a handsome, androgynous, solemn profile, a silver-haired swordsman, a woman in black robes, and the creator who had created them, these 'consumables,' dressed in a platinum uniform.

The magician who created the androids became the final obstacle preventing them from achieving freedom.

"...Stop them, can't you handle something like that?"

Without any further exchange, Gordes issued the order directly, while Siegfried and Artoria remained silent and stepped forward, restraining Astolfo from the left and right. The android that had been leaning against him, like a doll with its strings cut, collapsed to the ground, its inorganic eyes peering intently at the human before it.

At this moment, no one knows what will happen next, and Artoria, who knows a little about the ending, remains silent.

She was waiting, waiting for her Master to appear.

Before Alfred and the android were captured

"Varied……!"

Vlad III was taken aback when he saw the young man blocking his way and gripping his spear tightly.

In an instant, they traversed a distance of hundreds of meters, with only a moment's reaction time, and the determination and courage to block the thrust with their bare hands.

The assassin before them possessed these qualities, enabling him to protect Red and withstand Vlad III's deadly attack.

If it were him, it wouldn't be enough...

In a flash, Vlad III drew his spear, leaving a trail of blood, and then thrust it forward again!

The last bit of magic was exhausted in the substitution magic. Shuoyue had lost the possibility of projection and could only rely on her bare hands to withstand one piercing after another. Her arms were pierced and her chest was torn apart... But the young man's face was expressionless. He just stood firmly in place, creating a safe haven for the emerald green archers behind him.

Artoria's warning was timely enough, but this body once again hindered Shuoyue, causing him to suffer so miserably in the face of the Grand Duke of Wallachia's attack.

The pain of being pierced by the gun raged through his mind like a tsunami, ravaging his nerves and destroying his will. But even in such pain, Shuoyue's eyes remained bright. He watched Vlad III's every move, and in the instant that Vlad III's gun paused, he finally projected a short dagger and stabbed it into himself without hesitation!

puff!

His heart was pierced without warning, blood gushing out and causing Shuoyue to vomit blood, which soaked his black robe. Yet the young man's arm remained steady, only his slightly twitching eyebrows indicating the extent of his pain.

A Servant will die if their heart is pierced, and even though Shuoyue's dagger didn't penetrate too deeply, it still pushed him to the brink of death.

“You…!” Atalanta was stunned and speechless. Vlad III’s sudden attack, the hero’s rescue of the damsel in distress, and now his self-harm were all far beyond the archer’s comprehension.

However, on the opposite side of the new moon, Vlad III was even more shocked and incredulous than she was!

Because after the assassin stabbed himself, the Grand Prince of Wallachia could no longer feel the concept of piercing rooted in his body!

As the wielder of the 'King of Extreme Punishments,' Vlad III's spear creates the concept of "piercing" with each strike, and the stake will then emerge outwards from the heart—such an attack is undoubtedly the most lethal.

However, the young man in front of him seemed to know all the information about his Noble Phantasm. Before he could activate 'King of Execution', he used some means to eliminate this concept, completely thwarting Vlad III's idea of ​​killing him with one blow!

Even the iron-willed Grand Duke of Wallachia felt a chill run down his spine when he met those deep, iridescent blue eyes.

Destroy the 'Guardian Ghost General', eliminate the 'Concept of Piercing'... Just how much information does this young man know about 'Vlad III'?

What secrets did I have left in front of him? What chance did I have of winning?!

The attack had failed. Even though the defensive line in front of him was crumbling, the red figure behind him was already drawing his bow, exuding murderous intent.

Moreover, Hong, who was in the distance, had already noticed the abnormality, broken free from her own restraints, and sped towards them.

Finally, Vlad III took one last, deep look at the new moon, and then left without a trace of regret, departing peacefully under the protection of the spiritual veins.

Tonight's engagement, triggered by Red's rampage, ended with Black's failed attack, bringing it to a complete close.

Chapter 425 Petting the Cat (jpg)

Chapter 426 Petting the Cat.jpg

"Big sister, are you alright?"

Realizing the crisis, Achilles, having shaken off Black, came to his aid, but unfortunately, he was still a step too late. Black, whose attack had failed, disappeared into the forest, while his beloved Red, Atalanta, was safe and sound. She simply put away her bow, stepped forward, and supported the pale-faced New Moon.

"Are you alright?"

Her beast-like claws touched Shuoyue's black robe, then recoiled as if electrocuted. After hesitating for a long time, she carefully protected the young man's body to prevent him from falling.

It wasn't because of shyness or anything involving gender, but simply because of surprise and awe.

This black robe has the aura of the chief god of Olympus... and the one from the underworld at that.

Although Atalanta was a famous Greek huntress, even she only had contact with four generations of gods, such as Artemis and Apollo. Great gods like Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon never appeared in her life.

However, for some reason, she was transformed into a lion by an angry Zeus, so she has always been afraid of the major gods.

Could this unfamiliar young man be a member of Hades' retinue? But aside from the cloak, he hasn't displayed the abilities expected of a divine messenger…

Someone gently pushed away her support, and Atalanta came to her senses, only to find that Shuoyue had already gotten up. Her injuries were healing rapidly, and even her complexion had regained its rosy hue.

The A+ durability rating of Shuoyue is not because it is tough and can withstand attacks, but rather because of its continuous recovery ability in the third method.

In Ta Miao's opinion, this ability, which is almost indistinguishable from resurrection, is quite in line with the characteristics of the chief god Hades.

“Thank you, Red.” Shuoyue expressed his gratitude, while Atalanta shook her head slightly, gazing intently into his eyes.

“I should be thanking you, after all, you’ve helped me three times tonight…” Atalanta herself couldn’t help but pause as she said this.

He caught her as she was knocked away by the sword energy, held off Hei on the front lines, and shielded her from Hei's attacks, never retreating an inch even when severely injured.

It can be said that every injury suffered by Shuoyue involved elements related to Atalanta.

In Atalanta's time, what man could have done such a thing?