Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Crossing the time that would have caused the golden statue to decay and the idol to wither, the gods responded to Atalanta's plea. Thus, divine grace and divine wrath swept across the night sky, pulling down the fleeting, brilliant Milky Way. In the face of the overwhelming holiness and destruction, the running androids and puppets stopped and looked up in unison, capturing a breathtaking beauty in their final moments.

Those were shooting stars, a shower of azure stars shimmering in the sky.

The stars were so beautiful, as if they were whispering a fleeting yet brilliant truth to an innocent newborn.

Ah, if only it could end in such a beautiful finale—

With this thought in mind, the homunculus and the puppet were struck by the light arrows without resistance, their bodies torn apart, their consciousness covered by starlight, willingly accepting their deaths. Although the Servants managed to dodge, block, or deflect the attacks, the battle formation was completely disrupted.

"Ughhhhh!" Frankenstein, mixed in with the soldiers, stepped forward and slammed her Noble Phantasm 'Maiden's Chastity' down heavily. Golden lightning surged forth, engulfing the starlight from below and neutralizing the remaining power of Atalanta's Noble Phantasm.

Immediately afterwards, Vlad III spurred his horse, and the puppet horse obediently leaped up, over the corpses of the Black Faction androids and the puppets, over the crackling Frankenstein, and the Grand Duke of Wallachia began his charge towards the wave of thousands of skeletons!

"Come, you barbarians who have invaded my land, the time for punishment has come!"

Since the battles surrounding Red, Vlad III may have been suppressing his anger. Now, his pent-up rage will unleash a devastating blaze upon the advancing Red army.

"Compassion and anger will transform into scorching iron stakes that pierce through completely!"

His face was tinged with the harbinger of slaughter, the moonlight was obscured by the lone black rider, and only blood could leave its mark on this deep curtain.

If you're going to deal with an enemy, pierce them; if you're going to deal with a Noble Phantasm, then deal with it in kind!

"King of Extreme Execution!"

The dark spiritual energy began to spread, and the Dragon Fang soldiers reflexively looked down at their feet—instantly, countless slender rafters burst from the ground around them, piercing their bodies one after another. A rustling sound… those were thorns, those were trees, the rafters were the slender trunks, and the leaves and branches were made of bones.

The dark-skinned Grand Duke, wielding a long spear, stood amidst the sharp, piercing hell, grinning silently.

Only three seconds had passed since the Noble Phantasm was activated, and five hundred Dragon Fang soldiers were wiped out in an instant. However, the King of Execution's rage had not stopped. The dark punishment continued to spread, heading straight towards the Sky Garden, and then—soared into the sky!

Those are fangs formed from countless rafters, united as one!

The moonlight was pierced, and crimson blood flowed out. Before the clash of Atalanta and Frankenstein's Noble Phantasms had even dissipated, amidst the swirling blue and gold specks of light, demonic claws burst forth from the earth, rapidly multiplying to a size of hundreds of meters, and piercing straight toward the Hanging Gardens!

"How can it possibly withstand such a drain?!" The Empress, who was sitting in the courtyard, couldn't help but exclaim. Even if the Black Magician was legendary and its Noble Phantasm could create such a magnificent spectacle, the magical energy it generated was undoubtedly enormous, enough to drain a first-rate magician dry.

Is the leader of the Black faction planning to achieve everything in one fell swoop, even at the cost of sacrificing remaining flight time, just to take down the Sky Garden?!

How utterly reckless, yet how utterly captivating!

Perhaps third-rate people would feel flustered, but the Servants of the Red Side are all famous heroes. Even Shakespeare, who was powerless, easily laughed at Vlad III's attack.

Atalanta, who had been observing this scene with an utterly indifferent expression, turned around and declared:

"That completes my first strike. It's your turn now."

"it is good!"

Achilles slapped his knee and stood up with a joyful expression, only to find that the black-robed youth Shuoyue beside him had also stood up at the same time, and his expression immediately turned displeased.

"Shuoyue, are you trying to steal my fun as a striker?"

When confronted by the Greek hero, the assassin responded with a calm yet menacing smile.

"No, please forgive me, Achilles—how could I possibly turn a blind eye to such a provocation?"

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Witnessing the scene that resembled a reenactment of a mythical epic, Shuoyue's war-loving heart stirred like never before, reaching its peak at the moment Vlad III used his Noble Phantasm to provoke her.

Even though the Assassin class enhanced some of Shuoyue's personality traits, at his core, he was still that maniac who craved battle.

"A stray dog, wounded by me, its clumsy assassination exposed by me, forced to cower in the fortress." Staring at the rapidly advancing rafters, Shuoyue made no attempt to hide his contempt for Hei Zhi. "—How dare this incompetent Heroic Spirit provoke me!"

Taken aback, even the Red Team hadn't expected Shuoyue to make such a statement. The battlefield before them seemed to have awakened his genes, causing the young man to tear off his scheming exterior and reveal his ferocious inner self.

Or perhaps, Hades' messenger should be like his god, profound and indifferent, stern and arrogant—that is the true nature of a god who sits atop the throne and judges the world of death.

Atalanta's beast ears twitched slightly as if she were deep in thought, while Achilles, after a brief moment of surprise, burst into laughter:

"Hahaha, very good! Shuoyue, I acknowledge you. Then come with me into battle! Let's declare war on the Black Faction!"

"As it should be!"

The assassin responded with a defiant smile no less than Achilles'. For the first time, he made no attempt to conceal his magical incantation, spreading his arms and loudly calling forth his long-lost armor.

!! (Projection unfolds)

Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, spiritual particles converged, outlining jagged lines, and the enormous axe sword, taller than a human, was revealed before the red side's servant, the Greek hero!

"This is—!" Atalanta, who had once fought alongside Hercules as an Argonaut, stared wide-eyed, overwhelmed by unprecedented emotions that sent shivers down her spine. "Hercules' weapon!!!"

"You mean?!" Achilles turned his head in disbelief, only to see the black-robed youth carrying an axe and sword on his shoulder. Although the proportions of the man and the weapon were not harmonious, they had a unique impact in his hands.

"Let's go, Achilles!" Laughing loudly, the young man's black robes fluttered as he ran forward against the storm in the sky, and then he jumped off the Sky Garden.

"Let us fight the Black Party to the death, until the very end of the world!"

And so he stretched out his body and fell, fell, fell without fear—until the hands that held the axe and sword touched the huge rafters that Vlad III had thrust out!

The moment he made contact with the rafters, the young man laughed unrestrainedly, unleashing the school of thought that he inherited from the projected memories and stood at the pinnacle of mythology.

"Shoot down a hundred heads!"

Those were nine blazing beams of light that reached the heavens and pierced the earth! That was an unparalleled radiance that mortals could hardly attain!

A deafening roar erupted, tearing apart the thick night sky and transforming into a thunderous roar like the wrath of a god, spreading in all directions, causing the entire sky and the entire earth to tremble violently.

The order of time and space collapsed, the power of fantasy was defeated by humanity, and the axe sword that shone with cold light roared, as if its former master had raised it once again, and faced the top-level phantom beast Hydra, it unleashed a sword strike that even the master himself could not surpass!

Deep within the rainbow-colored demonic eye, cold flames burned. Under Vlad III's incredulous gaze, the rafters that should have multiplied infinitely shattered, and his proud conceptual armor was defeated. Only a single slash, proclaiming the pinnacle of martial arts, transformed into nine cleaving strikes, completely purging all things in the universe, even the piercing punishment that pierced the sky!

In the fragmented vision of death, distorted lines are erased, concepts die with a mournful cry, and the Tower of Babel, reaching to the heavens, collapses with a deafening roar!

"The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception." The axe-sword vanished with satisfaction. Sakumoku spread its arms like a bird and whispered the name of its Noble Phantasm during a leap of faith. Behind it, a great hero laughed loudly, driving a chariot powered by three warhorses, waving the reins. The neighing of the horses shook the entire battlefield.

Amidst the sound of shattering glass, the black night sky revealed a verdant hue, bursting forth with the agile figures of cavalrymen—a verdant meteor, the fastest and most powerful streak of light in the Greek era!

"Come on, let's start the war! I, Hong, will lead the charge right now!"

The chariot sped past the plummeting crescent moon. The two warriors, burning with the same fighting spirit, smiled at each other, passed each other, and continued on toward their common goal.

Red, Achilles.

Blue side, new moon.

Go into battle!

Chapter 457 His name is Achilles!

Chapter 458 His name is Achilles!

Just as Gonggong angrily struck Buzhou Mountain, the pillar of heaven broke, the earth's axis collapsed, and fragments of the rafters and stakes fluttered down, casting a solemn black shadow over this land.

"What kind of ability is that?"

With his treasure destroyed, the Grand Duke of Wallachia looked up at the sky, witnessing the collapse of the heavens, unable to conceal his inner horror.

Vlad III's fear in the face of the new moon's "shooting down a hundred heads" was understandable.

He would naturally not underestimate any hero in the world, especially this powerful and mysterious young man. But before that, even if he used a martial skill that allowed him to reach the pinnacle of the divine realm, Vlad III was confident that he would not lose his composure. At most, he would offer a calm praise, then activate his own Noble Phantasm and go all out to seize victory from the enemy.

Vlad III's composure and confidence stemmed from his Noble Phantasm—the King of Execution.

When combined with his inherent skill 'Guardian Ghost General', Vlad III can appear in every corner of Romania, with an attack range of one kilometer in radius, and up to 20,000 stakes. Moreover, the damage can be stacked. If Vlad III truly unleashes his power, any enemy who dares to step into his territory will suffer the punishment of being impaled in an instant.

Here’s the key point: in Romania, on the battlefield, Vlad III’s stakes should be infinite, so that even if they are broken, they can multiply indefinitely!

Even if the Reds destroy the giant rafters with magic cannons, they can still grow rapidly; even if the Reds use their Noble Phantasms to blast them to pieces, the rafters can quickly recover, fill in the gaps, and work together to charge towards the Reds' fortress.

Unless there is a devastating attack that can completely destroy the rafters in an instant, the Red team will have no way to resist his full-force blow!

Vlad III, who held such thoughts, was once again severely humiliated by the actions of the new moon.

There was no sign of Shuoyue opening her mouth to fire cannons or glaring at people; she simply unleashed nine slashes in an instant, yet Vlad III's thousands of rafters were destroyed in that instant, and even the Noble Phantasm holder, Vlad III, completely lost all sense of it!

This is different from mere destruction; it fundamentally shakes the very foundation of Vlad III's heroic spirit. Keep in mind that the number of stakes used by the King of Punishments was not endless, but a full twenty thousand. While this seemed like a lot, it was reduced by a quarter after Shuoyue's strike!

"You are also a sage living in the Greek era. Do you know why it was possible to 'shoot down a hundred heads' to such an extent?"

A somber Vlad III spoke with Chiron, who awaited orders at the city walls, but even the well-informed centaur sage and Heracles' teacher gave a negative answer:

“If it were Hercules’s ability to kill a hundred heads, there’s no way he could have such power, Lord. If what you’re saying is true, then that young man is very dangerous to you. You must not fight him head-on!”

Chiron is right. If Vlad III and the new moon were to become locked in a prolonged battle, each strike from the new moon would cause him a semi-permanent weakening, which would be a fatal option for the Holy Grail War.

Does this mean we should retreat to the rear?

Vlad III gritted his teeth in resentment, while Chiron, as if he had discovered something, hastily ended the narration.

"Please reconsider, Your Majesty, for I too must prepare to face my enemies!"

Chiron's words brought Vlad III back to his senses. Only then did he notice that, following the stunning strike of the new moon, a green-haired warrior was driving a chariot, laughing loudly, as he charged into the black faction's androids and puppets!

"Come on, Black Faction Servants! Show us your power! If anyone can stop my chariot, then come and try!"

The man who laughed so heartily, transforming into a whirlwind and leaving blood and carnage behind, was truly named Achilles. A great hero renowned throughout the world for his invincible strength and immortality, he was the commander-in-chief of the Greek army in the Trojan War!

Under the command of the Black Faction Servants, both androids and puppets stood in his way. However, putting aside the androids, which were specialized in combat, even the puppets, which weighed over a ton, were no match for the immortal divine horse bestowed by the sea god and were instantly crushed into dust.

Emerald green battle aura burned like flames, mingling with the world's essence and the stench of blood. A gigantic meat grinder was slicing through the earth and the world at bullet-like speed. Just speeding across the ground, the chariot controlled by Red could ravage the entire battlefield, just like his short, meteor-like life. Facing the swarming androids and puppets, he roared with undiminished rage:

"How could you possibly be a match for me!"

It was not the puppet that responded to his provocation.

The three puppets walked in front of the chariot that was suddenly speeding forward. Faced with the obstacle that was oblivious to their own doom, Red naturally chose to crush them into pieces.

"Get out of the way, you bunch of scum!"

Upon hearing this, Black Avisbro, who was overlooking the battlefield from a distant place, responded:

"So what, Red?"

In the instant of the conflict, all three puppets scattered simultaneously. To everyone's surprise, the puppets each entangled themselves around the hooves of the warhorses, and then suddenly hardened. It was the same trick that had once trapped Red, and now it had also restrained the enemy's chariots.

"hateful……!"

The chariot, which had been advancing at high speed, finally came to a stop. Upon seeing this, the androids raised their battle axes and jumped towards the chariot.

Don't try any tricks on me!

Achilles, enraged, flung off the reins, gripped his beloved lance, leaped from the driver's seat, and swept it across the ground!

The exchange happened in an instant, and in that instant, the violent gunfire took the lives of all the androids without exception. The gushing blood rained down on the earth, staining the heroes' backs red.