Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Chapter 448 Sigishwara, a Hub of Intrigue: Rebellion

Chapter 449 Sigishwara, a Hub of Intrigue: The Sword of Rebellion

The arrow was fired precisely on its intended trajectory, but it did not achieve the desired result. Black lowered his bow and began reloading the next arrow.

"Did you make it?"

Upon hearing Master Fiore's question, Chiron shook his head.

"No, it's a pity. The red team dodged the attack just now. They truly deserve to be the best class."

The clock tower, a landmark of Sighisoara, is the tallest in the city at 64 meters, offering panoramic views of the city and being visible from anywhere on the street.

The central spire was surrounded by four smaller towers. The two stood atop its cloister, in a cramped space that could hardly be called a foothold. An ordinary person wouldn't be able to maintain their balance for even a few seconds. But Chiron, with his innate sense of balance, moved about as if on flat ground, which, given his skill, was not surprising.

The problem lies with his Master—Fiore. Due to corrupted magical circuits, she is paralyzed in both legs. Unable to stand, she is always in a wheelchair. The space above the corridor isn't large enough to accommodate a wheelchair. However, she has her own foothold—or rather, she isn't standing.

The girl's feet were floating in the air, and two long metal arms extended from behind her to support her body on the ground.

Black's archer group: Fiore and Chiron.

They were the Black Faction members that Shuoyue had found through tuning magic. In addition to them and Lingxia, there was another magician waiting for an opportunity, but he was useless at this time because he had no servants.

"Master, Crimson has noticed us."

"Since the Arbitrator's intelligence is correct and the battle has already begun ahead of schedule, then proceed with the planned operation to assist the Arbitrator. Chiron, please be her opponent. I will take charge of her Master, Shishikai Kairi."

Despite being a gentle and refined young woman confined to a wheelchair, Fiore displayed an aura on the battlefield that easily made Chiron submit.

"Understood, Master. Please do not force yourself."

"Yes, I know."

The young magician, riding her magic arm, plummeted to the ground like a beautiful spider hunting its prey, while the centaur sage watched his master rush to the battlefield.

In Chiron's view, in terms of magical skill, Shishikatsu Kairi and his Master Fiore were evenly matched. Shishikatsu had the upper hand in combat experience, while Fiore possessed superior combat instincts. The key lay in who could react more calmly to the changing situation.

Without giving it much thought, Red's angry gaze pierced him. Although she blocked Chiron's unexpected arrow, it seemed to have damaged her helmet. So the swordsman simply threw off her visor, revealing a stunningly beautiful bare face. However, those who had seen countless heroes knew one thing very well.

This young swordswoman undoubtedly possesses the appearance of a hero.

A surge of exhilaration welled up from the depths of his heart—Chiron gave a bitter smile. It seemed he was still too young, perhaps because he had been summoned at his peak. His current recklessness was astonishing even to himself.

But perhaps the difference in hairstyle was too great, or perhaps Mordred's distorted expression caused Chiron to misjudge—he did not realize the swordsman's special characteristics.

But Joan of Arc, who was right next to Mordred, would never miss this detail.

"Your appearance...!"

Joan of Arc's surprise was not without reason. If Mordred had been willing to tidy her messy hair and soften her arrogant face, she would have looked almost identical to Joan of Arc herself.

So, is that why she mistook me for King Arthur...?

Joan of Arc realized the truth, while Mordred, whose face had been exposed after Chiron shot through her visor, snorted angrily and, seemingly no longer interested in Joan of Arc, turned her hatred toward the archers on the clock tower.

"Master, which one should we deal with, this annoying one or the one over there? I recommend dealing with the one who's smugly scheming over at the clock tower."

"You're already eager to fight, aren't you? Well, this is a wise choice. I'll take care of him."

Because of the dream he had that morning, Lion Robber naturally wouldn't blame Mordred too much. He also quickly stepped forward and walked towards the direction where the 'beautiful spider' had fallen, passing Mordred by his side.

"Please help me."

"Sorry. Well then, I'll go and slaughter him right now."

Emotions like anger and hatred had been completely released during the release of her Noble Phantasm. Mordred now had no interest in the saintess carrying the holy banner, nor did she intend to apologize. Her entire mind was now focused on the enemy on the bell tower, and a warlike smile appeared on her face.

Mordred could see clearly that the Black player had already drawn his bow to its full potential, and simply running at full speed wouldn't be enough. However, she possessed the skill "Magic Release." After her helmet was removed, she could summon more magic to surround herself and then unleash it all at once for a burst of acceleration.

As if by unspoken agreement, once the two Masters were out of the fighting range, the archers in the distance released their bows, and Mordred instantly ignited the magic power within her, charging towards the distant enemy like a human cannonball.

As the arrow arrived, Hong swung her sword and cut it down, her smile undisguised.

Come on, you're my only target.

The Black Faction's Master was entrusted to his own Master, Shishikatsu; he couldn't possibly be defeated. Mordred was somewhat surprised to find himself so certain of this.

Never before had she trusted a magician so much. She had always thought that magicians were all twisted shut-ins. No, in fact, all the magicians she had ever met were like that.

However, there are also magicians whose personalities align perfectly with their own. There are magicians who are recklessly aggressive, with 90% attack and 10% defense—or rather, there are magicians who respect rebellious knights and so meticulously cater to their Masters.

Mordred was overjoyed at this, but out of her knightly discipline, she quickly turned her attention back to the battle. To reach the sixty-meter-high clock tower, she needed twelve steps, not to climb with her hands and feet, but to dash along the ninety-degree outer wall.

The arrows did not stop, but Mordred, with his excellent intuition, dodged all the attacks that could pierce through countless soldiers. Now that the distance had been reduced to this extent, there was no way to turn the tide.

Nine steps —

Archery is the best means of long-range sniping. Even compared to modern firearms, it has the huge advantage of being able to attack almost silently. As long as it is at a distance, this class is practically invincible.

Five steps —

However, if there were a way to shorten the distance to close range in one fell swoop, the situation would change dramatically.

For example, the so-called divine skill of warriors... Magic Release!

Three steps —

Archery, of course, also has several drawbacks. First, continuous firing is virtually impossible. Second, the trajectory of the arrow easily reveals the archer's position. Third, archers are simply too vulnerable at close range.

step!!!

Mordred's confidence in his victory was understandable; at this point, the archers were helpless.

Chiron remained completely unfazed by the enemy's fierce advance, calmly nocking another arrow.

The arrow, shot from a fully drawn bow, came right in front of her, but was deflected by the sword she held with both hands.

"Got you, archer!"

The enemy had no time to fire another arrow. As a seasoned Knight of the Round Table, Mordred was confident he could finish them off with a single blow.

But Chiron was also an experienced sage, and at that moment, he did something beyond his intuition—he leaped into the air from his narrow foothold without hesitation, drawing his bow and shooting an arrow as he landed.

The night sky was lit up, and the starlight of Sagittarius fell from a distant land, guiding the sage's drawn bow. Chiron proudly aimed it at the thickest part of the armor on his chest, and then released the bowstring.

Shot—Hit!

Arrows wreathed in starlight forcefully shattered the armor. The cold arrowhead pierced the shoulder, followed by a dizzying pain that coursed through the entire body. Had Mordred not forcibly twisted her limbs at the last moment, her spiritual core in her chest would have been pierced through.

However, this offered no consolation to those who were initially certain of victory.

"You guy...!!"

Thunder roared in Mordred's lion-like blue eyes. She used her anger to dispel the excruciating pain that spread from her shoulder to her whole body. Aiming at the falling archers, she activated 'Magic Release' without hesitation, then grabbed the King's Sword and charged down from above!

A crimson bolt of lightning streaked across the sixty-meter-high clock tower, drawing a straight line. The lightning spread violently, carrying Mordred's fury, and plummeted, plummeted, plummeted—

Straight to the Black One, Chiron, who has already landed!

It was as if a star had fallen, Chiron thought to himself. Though not graceful, it was extremely intense, dazzling all who beheld the light.

So that's how it is. What an excellent heroic spirit! To be able to immediately regain momentum and launch a counterattack after suffering such an arrow, one must possess a strong will capable of enduring that pain and impact.

In a fraction of a second, she'll probably cut you down with a single sword strike. So, how do you defend against her attacks?

Archery is useless. No matter how fast you are, it's too much of a stretch to deal with a sword that only has one downward swing. There's no sword, no spear, no bow, no mount, and no way to go berserk. Magic and daggers can't stop the sword's momentum either.

—So, we have no choice but to fight with this last weapon.

After falling sixty meters, just before hitting the ground, one foot applied force to the ground at the perfect moment so that the body could turn to the side.

Facing the sword of kings, who fell like a meteor, Chiron took a deep breath, his longbow vanished, and in its place came his hands, which symbolized fists and power.

With only his bare hands, Chiron met the brutal crimson lightning and the powerful swordsman who crashed down!

Wanting to use illustrations to create atmosphere, but worrying that jarring illustrations might affect the reading experience... Oh dear, what a happy dilemma!

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Chapter 449 Sigishwara, a Hub of Intrigue: The Sage

Chapter 450 The Gathering of Storms in Sigishwara: The Sage's Fist

Black, Chiron.

The foremost sage among the centaurs, he studied medicine and music under Apollo, the sun god, and hunting under Artemis, the goddess—he was taught by the gods. Therefore, many young heroes gathered around him, drawing from his vast knowledge and martial arts.

Its legends, its wisdom, and its identity as a "heroic army" ultimately transformed into an extremely terrifying skill—

Divine Wisdom: A+

The various wisdoms bestowed upon sages by the gods in Greek mythology. Aside from the hero's unique skills, almost all skills (limited to ancient Greece) can be mastered to a proficiency level of B to A. Furthermore, skills can be transferred to others with permission.

If it weren't for the fact that the Red Team was too dangerous, and that the assassin Shuoyue also had his own pride, he would never have let Chiron's teachings go unpunished; his teaching abilities were no less than those of the Demon Queen Scáthach.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks—in addition to these, Chiron naturally also mastered hand-to-hand combat skills, a fighting style that combined boxing and wrestling.

Its name is "Pankrasin (All Power)," which originates from ancient Greece and is the world's oldest mixed martial arts style.

Perhaps because the power of the Crimson Noble Phantasm was too dangerous, Chiron had no intention of restraining his strength. With the unfolding of 'Divine Wisdom', monstrous strength and resilience no less than Hercules were instantly bestowed upon the sage. His broad palms, like those of a giant, steadily held Mordred, who was descending from the sky.

With outstretched arms, Chiron wrapped his arms around the swordsman's wrists before the sword could strike. Instead of resisting the momentum of the attack, he skillfully shifted his center of gravity, slamming the immense force, along with his small, red body, down to the ground!

Throwing technique...!?

The moment Red noticed, she was already airborne. Although it was somewhat similar to a back throw in judo, Chiron showed no mercy, gripping her opponent's hand joints tightly. The next instant, Red felt a pain as if her internal organs had shifted!

boom!

The crimson meteor finally fell, and the earth rumbled, like the painful sigh of Mother Earth Gaia. The dark rifts radiated outwards for hundreds of meters, only to be filled with shattered crimson lightning, and the interlacing light dyed the world into twilight.

Slammed onto the weapon called Earth, Red's eyes widened from the resounding impact, blood spurting from between her teeth. Even with her dragon-like physique, she froze within seconds, as if bound by chains.

This situation was far too deadly—but even as Mordred fell to the ground, Chiron did not deliver the final blow. Instead, he turned his head with a slightly solemn expression and looked at the cold, icy light that appeared in the distance.

It was a pitch-black muzzle, and the deadly bullet was already loaded into the chamber.

Without a doubt, there is only one character who roams the Holy Grail War with a pair of fists.

“Red New Moon.” Enduring the pricking sensation on his forehead, Chiron, even during the brief moment of paralysis caused by the reaction force, still tried to keep his voice calm and composed: “As expected, the Red Team will not leave someone to wander alone…”

"boom!"

The muzzle flashed, and Chiron was terrified. Ignoring the damage caused by forcibly pulling his limbs, he used a magical ability from his 'divine wisdom' to roll on the ground in a sorry state, thus dodging one of Shuoyue's shots.