Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Shuoyue understood this uncommunicative berserker. The real Spartacus was dead. What appeared before him now was an epitome of the gladiator's most frenzied period, a symbol that embodied all indomitable spirit and rebellion.

Fight him with all your might. It is certainly gratifying to see a tyrant overthrown, but the execution of a rebel is also an outcome that kings and schemers would love to see.

Thinking this, Shuoyue suddenly raised his hand, and the projection magic reappeared. Iron objects were cast on his arm, blocking the glittering golden lance.

"No way, this works?" the assassin shouted cowardly. Shuoyue had already turned around and threw a punch at Astolfo without hesitation. However, the latter had anticipated this and quickly retreated, dodging the fierce punch.

"Astolfo." Looking at the pink-haired Astolfo, Shuoyue said coldly, "Now that things have come to this, don't you intend to summon the eagle and reveal its true name?"

"No! I don't know how you know that, but no means no!" Without even a hint of thinking, Astolfo rejected Shuoyue's 'advice' without hesitation. "Summoning the Falcon will consume mana! Not to mention releasing the True Name, I don't want my Master and her brethren to bear too much burden!"

Summon the eagle, then ride and command it. If it only reaches this stage, the magic consumption is actually not much, and it can be supplied by a single android.

The problem lies in the situation when chanting the true name or unleashing power. At that time, the mana consumption is almost equivalent to releasing an A-rank Noble Phantasm at full power. Moreover, the consumption doesn't end after the attack; as long as the Eagle Formation is maintained, mana is continuously consumed, making it a very poor way to use mana.

...The images of the androids, drained of their magic, flashed through his mind. Then, Astolfo recalled Sieg's small and timid figure, and those fearful eyes.

Without even hesitating, Astolfo decided to seal away such a method first. Since he was unwilling to do it, he could only choose not to do it.

Ah, what an idiot, what a foolish idea. And so cowardly. He should have ignored the existence of the magic battery and unleashed his true name. Even Sieg wouldn't have blamed him for it. Servants are summoned for battle, for victory; they can't be denied magic power.

However, Astolfo is such a heroic spirit. Since he doesn't want to do it, he won't do it no matter what you say.

"I see, it was for Sieg."

"That's right, so... um... could you let me off the hook? Hehehe."

"I refuse. Choosing your fighting style is your business, it's none of my concern."

"Eh~ How could this happen~~"

Astolfo shouted in dissatisfaction, but Spartacus suddenly stood up and used his perfectly intact arm to pull Astolfo behind him, protecting him like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"No need for further words, you weakling, accept my love, my dignity, let me embrace you! My entire life has been dedicated to protecting such a weak yet precious thing as you!"

In Spartacus's barren mind, Astolfo, who was clearly weak and vulnerable (relatively speaking), yet struggled against suffering and oppression (New Moon: ?) for his own mission and duty, was perhaps very similar to him and to the millions of suffering people.

That is why he was so fearless, launching attack after attack on Shuoyue.

"Ooooooo!" Spartacus, waving his arms which were so swollen they had to drag on the ground, lunged at the new moon like an aberrant creature, while Astorfo stomped his feet angrily behind him.

"I've already told you I'm one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors, how could I be weak? You big guy, I can fight too! But... but you still have to be careful, you big guy!"

In response, the berserker roared with laughter. This time, instead of throwing a punch, Shuoyue drew his fist gun and, as it slid between Spartacus's feet, instantly pierced his jaw, throat, chest, and abdomen with a bullet.

"Hahahaha! Not enough! Not enough! Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

His flesh and blood multiplied, and his body swelled up even more. Even though he could barely stand, Spartacus still laughed wildly and stumbled toward the new moon.

Such a fanatical berserker, no matter which Holy Grail War he is summoned to, he will probably never obtain the Holy Grail.

Even so, he still slays evil with a smile. While enduring pain, he also searches for a way to reverse it. He is both a masochistic seeker of truth and a desperate destroyer. That was practically the life of Spartacus.

Despite holding such a dangerous human bomb in her heart, Shuoyue did not hesitate to ruthlessly ravage the gladiator's body.

"Come on, let's see if I collapse from exhaustion first, or if you can't hold on any longer and return all the accumulated oppression to the world!"

Chapter 461 The Roar of the Flawed Beast, the Chastity of a Maiden, Shirou Kotomine

Chapter 462 The Roar of the Flawed Beast, The Chastity of a Maiden, Shirou Kotomine

A thick-skinned berserker faces off against a ruthless assassin.

This was destined to be a long battle—that was the conviction of Astolfo, and things unfolded as he had anticipated, but the more he watched, the more confused he became.

It wasn't because of the new moon that went on a killing spree, but because of Spartacus who steadily withstood all the storms.

"The attack should have caused him damage...?"

For high-ranking Servants—such as those deeply loved by the gods like Red or Achilles—they can also nullify enemy attacks through skills or Noble Phantasms. Astolfo also knows a hero with a Noble Phantasm that has an almost unfair effect of completely nullifying attacks below a certain level.

However, Spartacus's Noble Phantasm and skills lacked that characteristic. More importantly, the attack had indeed injured him; the splattering blood and flesh were not an illusion. Although the berserker was still laughing wildly with glee, there was no doubt that he was covered in wounds.

Yes, and he's bleeding; he's undoubtedly injured. If that's the case, is he just enduring the pain, relying solely on his incredible stamina?

"No... something just doesn't feel right."

Curiosity prevailed, and Astolfo stopped his support mission, focused intently, and then he discovered the problem.

The gladiator's wounds had been repaired, but it was less a repair and more an excessive regeneration. The pierced area bulged up like a tumor, and each of Shuoyue's attacks tore off a large chunk of flesh, meaning—

"Could it be that this behemoth... is growing larger!?"

Moreover, not only that, but an even stronger surge of magic power could be felt emanating from him. His entire body was enveloped in dense magic power, and he threw a punch forward with even greater power and speed than before.

"Oh?"

The new moon followed closely, narrowly dodging a punch thicker than a bucket, and leaped into the air. It landed on Spartacus's pockmarked muscles and charged towards his face.

"Let me add some ingredients for you!"

How could Shuoyue not know Spartacus's characteristic of becoming stronger with each battle? This gladiator's Noble Phantasm, 'Roar of the Flawed Beast,' is a dangerous weapon that absorbs the damage from the enemy and turns it into fuel for himself. Like countless rebels who erupt in silence, the absorbed magic power will first make Spartacus huge and deformed, eventually transforming him into a massive bomb that will return all the suffering in full.

This dangerous yet magnificent way of being is a true reflection of Spartacus's life. For him, whose mission was to relieve the oppressed and to rebel against the perpetrators, the battlefield was a place where only the weak and the strong existed, filled with the pain and trials he so desperately craved.

It was precisely because this gladiator pursued the battlefield and rebellion that Shuoyue held him in the highest esteem and risked everything to fight him!

The grim reaper, clad in black robes and wielding a yellow spear, moved like a shadow, slicing through the ground and through Spartacus's skin from his fingers to his neck.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

It was a horrifying scene. The curse of the 'Yellow Rose of Destruction' had come true. Spartacus's powerful regenerative abilities were halted, and blood gushed out relentlessly, almost filling the sunken earth. Astolfo was forced to summon his eagle and fly into the sky to escape. Despite the excruciating pain, Spartacus was completely oblivious, even dragging his arm, which exposed its internal blood vessels and white bone, towards the crescent moon that had climbed onto his shoulder.

"Projection unfold!"

Forged from iron, with a square head and arched shoulders, the Qin Dynasty's battle shield, with its central bulge, floated in mid-air. It collided with the tattered arm, accompanied by a muffled thud that felt like a heart breaking. The shield shattered instantly, and Spartacus's arm, just like in a low-budget B-movie, gushed blood and collapsed without the support of blood and flesh.

Taking this opportunity, Shuoyue raised her hand, raised her hand again, raised her hand...

"This physique is absolutely amazing!"

As the adrenaline rush subsided, Shuoyue finally realized that his magic power was running out. While cursing, his hands moved quickly. He grabbed Spartacus's head with both hands and, like Lu Zhishen uprooting a willow tree, used all his strength to release his last bit of magic power!

With a series of gurgling sounds, blood gushed out. Shuoyue's feet landed firmly on Spartacus's shoulders, and she used all her strength to pull his head upwards. With a tearing sound of flesh being ripped apart, Spartacus became even more ferocious. Shuoyue then withdrew her grip, and as blood soaked his ankles, she twisted her body and delivered a side kick!

The "Chinese martial arts" were enhanced by the "magic release", so that seemingly ordinary kicks had the terrifying power of a road roller sweeping across the ground!

Clap!

Feeling something being kicked away, Shuoyue jumped off her shoulder without turning her head and landed lightly on the ground. She was about to look up to check on Spartacus's condition when she suddenly fell silent.

It was a nightmare.

Astolfo, who was flying in mid-air, trembled slightly. Even though he had gone through countless hardships, the scene in front of him was truly inhuman.

The severed head still had several blood vessels connecting it to the neck, and then layers of flesh swelled up like bubbles. The scene was so horrifying, it even instilled a sense of despair. At the same time, Spartacus's magical power increased further, to a level that even Shuoyue envied.

"Honestly, if I had enough magic, I wouldn't be wasting my time arguing with you second- or third-rate warriors!"

The young man, in a bad mood, even spoke with unusual aggression. As he stomped his foot on the ground, the ground, which had trembled countless times, finally groaned and cracked open, revealing a huge chasm that stretched towards Spartacus, trapping him inside.

"Go!"

It wasn't magic, but a powerful punch unleashed with sheer force. As the young man clenched his fists and slammed them into the ground, the gladiator, busy repairing his head, was completely shattered beneath his feet, burying his ever-expanding body deep within. At the same time, the magic spell that Shuoyue had already inscribed was activated. The displacement magic, aided by the spiritual veins, transported soil to fill the area.

The near-immortal berserker Spartacus was thus buried underground.

"Since I can't kill him, I'll just seal him—although my magic power is barely enough to maintain even the most basic sealing spell."

At this point, Shuoyue paused for a moment in melancholy, but soon, the commotion in the distance caught his attention. Looking out, he saw a green figure surrounded by rafters, struggling to move, but ultimately being swept away by the angry torrent!

In its homeland, the Grand Duke's strength is even comparable to that of Little Sun, making him a formidable opponent that Tower Cat cannot defeat.

Taking advantage of the lull in the suppression of Spartacus, Shuoyue ignored Astolfo, who had to summon his eagle to leave the battlefield because of Spartacus's supreme basic attack, which was comparable to an area-of-effect attack, and quickly ran towards Ta Miao. Before she was pierced by the rafters and suffered torture, she used her newly recovered magic power to protect her.

After a brief exchange with her, Shuoyue turned to look at his second enemy (Afu was ignored by someone) – Vlad III, a smile playing on his lips, and his cold voice rang out.

"Looks like the main course is about to begin... along with the remaining desserts."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the flesh giant, regaining consciousness, burst forth from the ground, overturning the unsuspecting Grand Duke. Looking around, Spartacus's upper body was completely buried in flesh and blood. The monster, several meters tall, opened its blood-red maw and roared as it launched an indiscriminate attack on the falling Vlad III and the new moon protecting the tower.

"Rebellion is my life! Oh, oppressors! I will crush you all with my fists!"

After being kicked in the head by Shuoyue, Spartacus finally lost his ability to think normally. He would only instinctively find the oppressors and then attack them without hesitation!

The second round of battle begins in chaos!

"Suffering and calamity, expand! Flames, burn! Pots, boil!"

Inside the King's Chamber in the Hanging Gardens, Red Shakespeare fully implemented his strategy of not participating in the battle, simply watching the battlefield scenes unfold on the magical light screen, reciting verses aloud with great emotion.

Seeing the silent white-haired boy out of the corner of her eye, Sabbie stopped reciting: "Oh dear, Father Amakusa, what's wrong? It's rare to see you with such a serious expression."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada raised his eyes, his golden pupils revealing undisguised solemnity: "A revelation has arrived."

As the arbiter summoned by the Einzbern family in violation of regulations during the previous Holy Grail War, he, like Joan of Arc, possesses an ability to foresee the future.

Sensing Amakusa's intentions, a new light screen appeared, and a golden-haired figure was speeding across the dark plains.

Joan of Arc is on her way; she too was guided by revelation in this Holy Grail War. So, how to interpret each other's revelations, and how to utilize them—that means I will be fighting her.”

As one of the masterminds behind this Holy Grail War, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada has no doubt that this adjudicator has seen the clues from the abnormality of the Red side and hopes to find the culprit named by the revelation in this all-out war.

"This is truly one problem after another!" Shakespeare exaggeratedly rubbed his forehead, while Amakusa had already stood up and looked up.

"Can you teleport me to the battlefield? We need to speed things up."

Out of the corner of his eye, Amakusa caught sight of Shakespeare trying to slip away, and he suddenly smiled gently: "Of course, my beloved sword 'Mitsuyo Miike' and our great writer will also be traveling with me."

"Oh, how could this be, my lord—!"

Sabbie tried to argue, but words were powerless under the Empress's magic. As the magic light shone, the two figures vanished from their spot.

When Tsuchisakushi opened his eyes again, golden electricity surged before him, and a lovely girl in a pure white wedding dress was holding a warhammer, baring her teeth and threatening him fiercely.

“Frankenstein.” The white-haired boy, dressed in a crimson robe and holding a famous sword, called out the girl’s real name like a ronin samurai from Edo. “A tragic monster created by humans in pursuit of their ideals. In a way, you are also a turning point. You are the half-finished product of my ideal goal.”

"Fuwoo..."

The girl, who had slaughtered countless Dragon Tooth Soldiers on the front lines, greatly relieving pressure on the Black Faction's battle lines, murmured, a question rising from the depths of her heart.

How did he know his real name?

Even Caules, who was keeping a close watch on the scene, was quite surprised. Frankenstein was described in legends as a male, and a gigantic man whose body was large enough to pierce the clouds. So it shouldn't be possible for the other party to determine her identity based on her appearance.

...Could it be that you saw me before you died?