Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"There is a flaw!"

Achilles, focused on repelling the enemy, was unaware that a follower in the distance was watching his every move and, taking advantage of a lull in his attack, unhesitatingly drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

Achilles' body reacted instantly to the overwhelming killing intent, but the blood of the androids blocked his vision.

Like weaving through corpses, the arrow hurtled towards his neck. Though his reaction was a fraction of a second too slow, Achilles managed to turn his head and narrowly avoid the arrow, likely thanks to the cavalryman's agility. Nevertheless, he couldn't completely dodge it; the arrow changed course and grazed his neck.

With a 'whoosh', bright red blood dripped down, indicating he was injured—this surprise was not a humiliation for Achilles, but rather a source of joy.

Ah, his blood was burning, his mind was spinning, and everything in front of him felt both familiar and strange, as if he had returned to the battlefield of Troy, to the days when he fought passionately with Hector and Penthesilea.

Aside from the others, there's now another Servant in the Black Faction capable of harming him, someone who can make him tremble with fear of death again. Their name is—

"Is that so! Where is Black?!" The driver, standing in the driver's seat, shouted imposingly, "Let's continue the battle that wasn't over before! You'll take the place, and tonight we'll have a bloodbath!"

In ancient Greece, risking one's parents, one's name, and one's honor in battle was considered the greatest honor one could bestow upon the enemy and a manifestation of one's own will.

Chapter 458 The Night of the Collision of Stars

Chapter 459 The Night of the Collision of Stars

As if in response, arrows were fired at him again. However, as long as there was nothing obstructing his view, shooting down the arrows was a piece of cake for him; he simply raised his spear and blocked the swift double attack.

"Where is it! The black one!"

It's much closer than you think.

In the instant he turned around, the black figure hiding behind the puppet skillfully concealed everything except the bow and arrow while simultaneously firing an arrow. Because it was infused with magic, it was much faster than the previous arrow!

"Ugh...?"

That was an archery skill that rivaled that of her elder sister. Once Achilles blocked her way, Black used his blind spot to move to another location and launch another attack.

"Damn it...!" The attack was something I could have easily blocked, but the enemy archers seemed to enjoy it and kept firing without changing their tactics.

They're trying to lure me there.

Achilles easily understood the language of the battlefield, as the puppets acting as cover gradually moved away from the center of the battlefield and retreated towards the forest beside the road.

Forests are an excellent geographical advantage for archers, allowing them to hide in various shadows and fire arrows at their opponents. Conversely, for Achilles, fighting in the forest is a fatal condition, as he is unable to use his most crucial weapon, the chariot.

However, that only applies to ordinary cavalry; at least for Red Achilles, this claim is completely unfounded.

Admittedly, if the goal is to slaughter the enemy on the battlefield and achieve victory, then he should not accept the provocation. He should simply cut the puppet that is entangled the army horses in two and continue to ravage the enemy's battle lines here—that would be the correct judgment.

However, this logical suggestion has a flaw: if someone is hailed as a hero, and chooses to run away at this crucial moment, can they still be considered a true hero?

Don't underestimate me!

With such decisiveness, he left the chariot behind, and with a powerful push of his feet, the agile cavalryman broke through the puppet's blockade with unparalleled speed, rushing towards the forest like a green streak of light.

"I would stake the names of my father, my mother, and my friends on this; how could I choose to run away!"

It was not the magnificent horse and chariot bestowed by the sea god that made this cavalryman so great, but rather the man named 'Achilles' who was himself an invincible hero!

With the legendary "Shooting Down Nine Heads" of the new moon as a precedent, how could Achilles not take the head of an enemy Servant to boast of his unparalleled bravery!

As Achilles abandoned the main battlefield and was about to fight his master, Sakumo, who landed with him, was also obstructed by enemy Servants.

"you?"

Looking at the handsome pink-haired paladin, the assassin in black robes sneered. With a clash of his fists, the resulting gust of wind whipped up Afu's robes, causing the android behind him to stumble backward.

Looking at Astolfo, who was standing with his toes pointing inward, holding the Golden Horse Cavalry in both hands, his face filled with panic, and the vast Black Faction army behind him, Shuoyue couldn't help but darken her face, and anger was building up inside her.

Is this the Black Faction's attitude? By giving me a second-rate Servant, are they hoping that my previous contact with him will make me go easy on them?

You Yggdrasilians, how dare you... treat me with such contempt?!

Shuoyue's pride as a warrior fueled his unprecedented anger.

"Where is Vlad III? Where is Siegfried? Where is the Black one?!"

With her iridescent blue eyes piercing like sharp blades towards the enemy ranks ahead, Shuoyue coldly questioned them, charging headlong into the fray without hesitation, and angrily throwing a punch:

"You lot are not worthy to fight me!"

A sonic boom erupted within the legion, like an invisible cannonball exploding in the center of the crowd. Amidst the deafening rumble of thunder, android blood mixed with fragments of the puppet flew high into the sky. Centered on the black-robed youth, everything within a hundred meters radius was dented and distorted by his ferocious punches, resembling putty.

The new moon, descending as a class, possesses not only extremely dangerous 'Mystic Eyes of Death Perception' and ever-changing magic, but also the Chinese martial art of Bajiquan, integrated into its combat tactics, which becomes the sharpest fangs of this ferocious beast.

"My Eight Extremes Technique needs no second strike!"

Without mercy or communication, like prey, the Moon Goddess stared at the writhing Astolfo, its eyes blazing with fury, and like the Immovable King, it approached him step by step.

"Let me smash your head, and then I'll go find new prey!"

"Aaaaaah... This is terrible!" Astolfo's face fell as he was forced by Shuoyue's palpable killing intent, feeling as if a blood-red "danger" character was above his forehead.

"So why do I have to deal with him?!"

There was no time for Astolfo to complain, because the black-robed assassin had already closed in, and a pair of fierce fists ignited rolling demonic flames.

"die!"

boom!

Smoke and dust billowed up like water, resembling a monstrous wave hundreds of meters high. With a deafening roar no less than a bomb explosion, both white-haired people and black puppets were torn apart. Only the pink-haired knight ran wildly, screaming in agony without any regard for his image.

"I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying! Help me, help me, help me—!"

A loud roar came from afar, and the person in charge of coordinating from the rear naturally saw the horrific scene there and tilted his head in confusion.

Why not unleash the Noble Phantasm?

The reason he chose to pit Astolfo against the new moon was because he valued one of the Noble Phantasms Astolfo possessed, which served as a symbol of cavalry—a phantom horse that did not exist in this world.

That was the eagle that Astolfo had acquired during his adventures. Its upper body was that of a griffin and its lower body that of a horse. It was of a lower rank than the griffin, which was a beast of the Age of Gods, but its charge attack was comparable to a level A physical attack. It could fly at a speed of 400 kilometers per hour.

Based on current intelligence analysis, this assassin does not possess the ability to remain airborne for extended periods. Astolfo, with its air superiority, would have a spatial advantage in combat. Moreover, after unleashing the true name of the eagle, this phantom beast would also possess the stealth ability of "dimensional jump," sufficient to evade all attacks.

It can be said that among the Black players, the paladin Astolfo is the most skilled at escaping and restraining.

So far, the Red side has deployed three Servants. In response, the Black side's Chiron has faced off against Achilles, and Siegfried has also been deployed to fight Karna, with whom he had previously been evenly matched. Meanwhile, Black Vlad III's Noble Phantasm has been proven to be countered by the new moon, thus losing his qualification to confront him head-on.

Black Artoria is conserving her strength for Red Mordred's imminent arrival on the battlefield, Avisbro needs to manage the battlefield and control the timing of Red Spartacus's release, while Black Frankenstein needs to make up for the power gap caused by Taman's tattling on the front lines. Therefore, the only force that can be deployed is Astolfo.

However, the current situation is not optimistic, because Astolfo is reluctant to summon the Falcon, and Shuoyue is not willing to show mercy, so the situation on that battlefield is almost one-sided.

"Should we use the puppet to help...? No, the puppet can't stop the leader's punches." Avisbro looked at Artoria, but the ahoge gently shook her head, indicating that she would not help.

Shuoyue had said long ago that she would not show mercy, and even she did not want to easily provoke the hot-blooded Shuoyue Qing, let alone Mordred's appearance.

"There's no other way." Having been instructed by Lingxia to remain loyal to the Black faction until exposed, Avisbro had no choice but to play his last card: "Release Red. Let's buy ourselves a little more time."

And so, the muscular giant—Red Spartacus—carried up by several golems, opened his mad yet pure eyes within his shackles.

"You're mine, you know that?"

"Ah, I know. It seems I can't exist without your power. This subordinate relationship is truly unforgivable."

So, are you going to kill me?

“But I cannot kill you. Because I must stay in this world as long as possible to complete my mission. Because I must defeat the oppressors and hold fast to the last glimmer of hope in the abyss of despair. In the end, I must kill all the greedy power seekers who come seeking the Holy Grail.”

"I see. But for that, you must first eliminate our opponents. Go then. Your opponents are invaders, lackeys of power, and vicious men who throw punches at good knights. That should be a sufficient reason, shouldn't it?"

With a snap of his fingers, the gladiator's seal gradually came off. As if impatient, Spartacus struggled desperately and finally tore off the puppet's shackles.

In the instant he gained his freedom, he looked at Avisbro with a calm, ocean-like smile. However, the puppeteer did not react, for he was wearing a mask, and it was impossible to tell whether he felt fear or not.

Hmm.

Spartacus seemed to have lost interest in the magician and turned his face to the battlefield. He took a deep breath as if pleased, and walked toward the battlefield, gripping a sword that was far too large to be called a short sword.

Watching his retreating figure, Avisbro sighed helplessly. If he had accidentally adopted an arrogant attitude, he probably would have immediately retracted his statement and killed himself.

So, after clearing away all the fodder and rubbing her slightly warm fists, Shuoyue slowly walked towards Astolfo, only to be obstructed by a former ally... no, a Servant destined to become an enemy.

It was a demon with bluish-white, dead-like skin and muscles all over its body. It swore to bring chaos to the battlefield and reduce everything to nothingness.

"Oh, come on, destroy the oppressors with my love!"

The battlefield is like a gambling game. No one knows which side the scales will tip in next, but two gamblers with bloodshot eyes must keep betting their chips until one side loses everything and has everything taken away.

Every battle signifies the tipping of the scales, teetering on the brink of life and death. In the agonizing wait, all the red and black sides can do is keep a close eye on the scales and preemptively raise their bets before they tip in favor of the other.

Just like on the battlefield where the new moon is, only when the two Servants, Black Astolfo and Red Spartacus, fight side by side can they barely suppress the assassin on the other side and prevent him from easily seizing victory.

The gambling wasn't limited to just this one place. As both sides continuously deployed their Servants, the vanguard, mainly composed of Dragon Fang Soldiers, Homunculi, and Magic Puppet, was quickly exhausted. In their place came the battle aura and spiritual energy that swept across the battlefield, along with the deafening sounds of gunfire and sword shadows that lingered in the air above the forest and plains for a long time.

Aside from the battlefield between Achilles and Siegfried, Karna, the strongest fighter on the Red side, has also found his own target.

With white hair like frost and snow, a demonic sword like dusk, and dragon patterns spreading across his chest, the dragon slayer quietly awaits his appointed enemy on the flank of the battlefield.

He was a solemn swordsman, standing amidst the corpses and bone fragments scattered on the ground, seemingly devoid of emotion, his body untouched by blood, even though he had long been burdened by the Rhine's curse.

"Have they arrived?" Only in front of the spearmen clad in golden armor did Siegfried raise his eyes, a ripple appearing in them.

“Yes, I have come.” Karna nodded solemnly, raising the indestructible blade in his hand. “Let us continue our battle.”

A mixture of killing intent and laughter, battle aura and demonic energy collided in an instant, triggering an invisible storm. In the almost stagnant space, two figures, one silver and one gold, turned into afterimages, carrying powerful demonic energy, and crashed together.

The demonic sword Balmong slashed towards the neck of the Son of the Sun, while the divine spear, the Undying Blade, bit into the heart of the Prince of the Netherlands without hesitation.

The clash was crisp and clear, not merely the intertwining of guns and swords, but also the resonance of resilient and unyielding souls, reveling in the joy of battle. With the release of True Aether, the magic of flames was unleashed, igniting the twilight sky with blazing light. The mere leakage of its aura tore through the darkness, washing away the black paint from the curtain of darkness, replacing it with a magnificent and exhilarating spectacle filled with vibrant orange-red!

Top-tier Servants clash here!

Not far from where Fei Ge and Xiao Tai Yang were fighting, a thick layer of blood once again reclaimed the night. Dark rafters, camouflaged in the darkness, densely packed, chased after the female hunter who moved freely through the forest.

Two points of cold light, like polar stars, arrived in an instant, while the rafters, like the most loyal guards, appeared beside their 'king' and blocked the attack without delay.

"Tsk."

With a slight twitch of its lion ears, Atalanta caught the sound of wind breaking from all directions. It suddenly accelerated, like a forest sprite, gracefully dodging the piercing rafters.

She appeared calm, but she knew she was gradually becoming desperate—Vlad III of the Black faction was relentlessly squeezing her living space with countless rafters.

Even though she possessed the speed and skill she was proud of, and the experience of a wilderness hunter, a lion trapped in a cage was nothing more than a caged beast to be played with.

We must find a breakthrough.

Atalanta suppressed her inner turmoil, and the Heavenly Bow vibrated, transforming the air into arrows that shot towards Vlad III. However, even this invisible and intangible attack was neutralized by the swarming rafters.

The feeling of being reduced from hunter to prey deeply troubled Ta Miao.