Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Achilles pulled the arrow from his side and tossed it aside, then stood up. Chiron, still holding his bow, stood motionless as if waiting for his student to speak.

One stands solemnly, the other kneels on the ground. Through hundreds and thousands of years, the reunion of the master and disciple is just like the first meeting when they formed their master-disciple bond.

Why would you…

The sharp, spear-like voice was abruptly cut off, replaced by an incredulous question from a scholar who deeply admired and respected his teacher.

"Is that even a question? In this Holy Grail War, I appeared in the world as an archer of the Black faction, while you appeared as a cavalryman of the Red faction. We each have our own desires and our own attachments. That's why we're here, both of us."

Without a kind smile, the master, standing on his own two legs, with a face exactly the same as in his memory, stood before Achilles and declared a fact in a calm tone.

"In other words, we are the enemy, Achilles."

Someone is chasing them.

The steel beast sped along, its headlights slicing through the inky darkness ahead, but even the H4 model headlights couldn't conceal the ever-approaching silver light behind it.

"Master, something is coming from behind us!"

"I see it. It must be the Black Faction's Servants who have discovered us, right?"

"Hey, who cares who he is!"

As Mordred uttered those words, she clearly felt her blood boiling. A strange sense of exhilaration made her grip the steering wheel tightly and floor the accelerator.

"If you want to compete with us, then give it a try!"

As the magic relentlessly poured into the car body, many of its components protested, resulting in an increasingly savage speed at the cost of significantly shortening the vehicle's lifespan!

I felt an incredibly strong push-back sensation. The car window shattered instantly, and a gust of wind rushed into the cabin, blowing everything that wasn't leaning against anything. A vehicle manual flipped and tumbled, and was even torn apart by the airflow, with the white paper swirling out of the car.

With a 'gulp,' Shizi Jieli swallowed the body-enhancing drug. As the drug's effects spread, his buzzing brain finally calmed down, but his limbs remained as if bound to the passenger seat, unable to move.

"Hey, isn't that enough? You're a swordsman, not a knight. Why don't you just get out of the carriage and fight him?"

"Are you kidding me, Master? I'm a Knight of the Round Table first, and then a swordsman in this Holy Grail War, right? Admitting that my warhorse is inferior to the opponent's, and being overtaken by him, is an insult to a knight!"

Mordred's voice was almost a shout. Lion Robber barely opened his eyes and saw through his sunglasses the girl's wildly upturned lips and her eyes, burning with fighting spirit like a lion.

She couldn't possibly ignore someone's provocation, especially since fighting was this knight's destiny.

He understood that once Mordred showed this attitude, it meant that no one could stop her will; he also understood that such a girl was so attractive that she reminded him of someone from the past and made him lose the will to stop her.

And so, amidst the howling wind and the roar of the engine, Lion's Claw shouted loudly, transferring all his magical power to his servant.

"In that case, go fight and bring me victory!"

"Oh! As expected of the Master!"

Feeling the support of her Master, Mordred's spirits became even more excited. Her body unconsciously manifested battle armor, and dragon essence flowed through her blood. Through the 'Magic Release', she poured all the power of the dragon into her mount!

With a loud "bang!", the already speeding vehicle shot out like a bullet from a gun. The deep bass sound, like a raging torrent, instantly rose to an ear-piercing high register. Lightning, like flames, burned on the car body. The dirt on the car body was swept away by the burst of magic. Red and white patterns covered the Chevrolet's body. Fantasy spiritual particles formed its skeleton, transforming this steel beast into something even more ferocious and savage.

The roar of the engine tore through the night sky and echoed across the heavens. The violent acceleration, so different from before, turned the people inside the car and the car body into bullets. The surrounding night scenery flew past like a shooting star until the silver light behind them was left behind.

But Mordred's intuition told her that the battle was not over yet, and that this competition of teamwork, which belonged only to knights, had only just begun.

"You're listening, aren't you, you unknown enemy servant! If you want to defeat me, to defeat the rebellious knight Mordred, then catch up with me!"

Hearing the provocation from afar, the silver steed let out a high-pitched neigh, its body tensing, ready to unleash its full power to give chase, but then it felt a soothing touch on its head; its master, the Lion King, was stroking its mane.

“It’s alright, Starion, I believe in you, and I believe in our strength.”

Watching the sports car, now transformed into crimson lightning, piercing the battlefield like a sharp sword, Artoria closed her eyes and chanted the magic Merlin had bestowed upon her in beautiful Elvish.

"O wind."

Don Starion, after all, is a living being and cannot be treated as roughly as a sports car. But even so, she still has a way to deal with 'magic release', which is the Wind King Barrier that Merlin strengthened for her to B-rank before the expedition!

A fierce wind swept over us, and the dormant air currents began to surge wildly, gathering at a point in the sky.

Wind is flowing air. In distant places, it is a gentle breeze, almost imperceptible. But as it gets closer, the wind begins to accelerate, like a flowing stream, and finally it turns into a violent torrent, like a roc soaring above the sea of ​​clouds, breaking through the clouds and creating waves.

And so, to the astonishment of countless onlookers, in the center of the battlefield, stretching for thousands of meters, a typhoon was gradually taking shape. Concealed in black robes, the Lion King, wielding the Storm Anchor and the Spear of the End, rode his beloved horse across the Romanian land. The storm, like a thousand horses galloping behind her, lifted this king forward amidst the howling and roaring winds!

As described in British mythology, on the eve of disaster, the eternal king will return from Avalon to save the people.

But before shouldering the greater responsibility, she had to chase after that crimson lightning shadow, as if she wanted to make up for all the companionship she had missed a thousand years ago, and she sped away!

"Ride forth, my glory lies ahead!"

And just as the Lion King cried out, the red and white sports car was getting closer and closer to her—

With the sound of wind breaking and metal tearing, the typhoon created by the Wind King's barrier finally touched the rear of the Chevrolet!

Happy New Year, everyone!

Chapter 464 Damn it, the Lion King is still chasing me!

"call--!"

The Wind King's barrier finally reached the Chevrolet's body. The next moment, a tremendous force lifted the steel beast from below, raising its rear high before it was pulled down heavily by gravity with a loud bang.

"Ugh!" Amidst the jolting, Lion's face turned pale as he struggled to negotiate with his stomach. Meanwhile, in the driver's seat, Mordred slammed his fist on the steering wheel, causing the already unbalanced vehicle to shake even more violently.

"This damned ability is even more powerful than Father's 'Wind King Barrier'?!"

Mordred had no idea who was chasing her. The rearview mirror had been shattered beyond recognition from the bumpy ride, and could only vaguely reflect an increasingly bright silver light, proving that the enemy behind her was constantly closing the distance.

"Don't panic, keep your composure...it's not over yet."

Lion Robber practically spat out those words through clenched teeth. Under the pressure of an airplane door opening, he struggled to pull two Magician's Eyes from his pocket and tossed them behind him.

The surveillance equipment was instantly thrown hundreds of meters away by the sports car, but it still managed to activate its spell before leaving the effective range, allowing Lion Robber to catch a glimpse of the enemy behind him.

"what?!"

"What's wrong, Master? What happened!"

Mordred was startled, but forced himself not to turn around, while Lion's Claw, after catching his breath, replied incredulously:

"The ones chasing us are the black team."

"She is coming on a silver warhorse!"

A silver warhorse? Black's?!

Mordred's eyes showed surprise. She had thought that only cavalry could catch up, but what the hell were assassins?

Whose assassin's Noble Phantasm is a warhorse, and whose speed can even catch up with a sports car with a magical power boost?

Moreover, shouldn't her Noble Phantasm be that shapeless gun and the magic that manipulates the atmosphere?

It's ridiculous!

But however unbelievable it may seem, it is the truth: the weakest fighter in the Holy Grail War is riding a silver warhorse, chasing after her across the battlefield!

"What kind of mess is this..." Mordred groaned. Her dignity as the strongest class had been challenged, and she should have been angry, but when she thought of the Black Faction, the black-robed man who had silently accompanied her in Sighshwara and walked with her through the streets and alleys, Mordred inexplicably couldn't get angry, and even felt it was only natural.

If it were her, it wouldn't be surprising if she lost... right?

"What are you thinking? Cheer up!" Lion's voice boomed like thunder. "We're about to crash!"

"Huh? Ah!" Mordred snapped back to reality, only then realizing that there was a small hill in front of her. She didn't even have time to brake or swerve; the hill was getting closer and closer, closer and closer—

"Hold on tight, Master!"

With a determined look in his eyes, Mordred floored the accelerator, the engine roaring as if it were a do-or-die situation, propelling the sports car like a sharp sword as it slammed into the mountainside!

Bang, bang, bang!

The metal collided with the rocks, producing a piercing sound. Protected by the 'magic release,' the flying stone chips did not fall into the car, but Lion Robber, looking into the deep interior of the hill, couldn't help but swallow hard.

It felt like they were being swallowed by a monster as they traveled down their esophagus.

"I'm sorry, Master, it was my fault for not being able to dodge in time." The sound of the sports car crashing through the mountain was deafening. If it weren't for Lion's sharp ears, Mordred's quiet apology would not have been heard.

"It's nothing...cough cough." Lion Robber shook his head, disregarding the common sense that 'a sports car crashing into a mountain will only explode,' ignoring the absurd scene before him, and went straight to talking about the pursuers, that is, the Black.

"To defeat the Black, we might have to resort to some underhanded tactics..."

Did they crash into it?

As the Chevrolet sports car crashed headlong into the mountainside with an irreversible momentum, Artoria frowned slightly.

As expected of Mordred, she always manages to do things that surprise her.

"Hee-hee-hee~~" Dong Starion chirped, as if asking Artoria whether to give chase.

The height and width of the horse and the sports car are different. If Artoria wants to catch up, she will have to further damage the mountain on the basis of the road that Mo carved out in order to pass through.

However, if we don't follow the original route, we have to go around the rolling hills, which will definitely take a lot of time.

To pursue or not to pursue?

"How cunning you are, Lord Mordred."

Perhaps even Mo herself didn't expect that her actions would present her father with a difficult problem, but after a brief moment of thought, Artoria spurred her horse and gave the command.

"Catch up."

The silver horse beneath him reared up and neighed, its four hooves straining to propel the Lion King like a silver meteor towards the low, hollowed-out cavern. Meanwhile, Artoria raised her right hand, clutching not the crimson rose projected by the new moon, but a storm anchor radiating starlight and spiraling upwards—

Holy Lance Rungomminard!

The Wind King's barrier was still recovering, so the Holy Lance's appearance was completely undisguised, shining brightly in the darkness and stealing the light from all onlookers.

This is Artoria, this is the Lion King's true Noble Phantasm, the tower connecting the world's surface and the world's interior, the final pillar maintaining reality and fantasy.

At the same time—this was also the weapon that killed Mordred!

[Reveal your true name, my king!]

The new moon—no, the Master has already entrusted her with authority, and Artoria's choice is to unleash her Noble Phantasm at this very moment!

"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor!"

Golden streams of light converged from all directions, gathering upon the Holy Lance. A terrifying energy fluctuation spread, even causing the air to vibrate and hum. As if sensing the Moon Demon's weakened power, or perhaps fearing that a single Noble Phantasm might flatten the entire mountain, Artoria did not thrust the spear, but simply said:

"go ahead!"

Then the silver warhorse neighed, the Lion King lowered his body, the holy lance pointed straight ahead, and he charged into the mountain with the same resolute determination, maintaining his charging posture!

Terrifying magical power coalesced, forming a vortex that shattered the hard stone wall. The road Mordred had sped through was widened once more. Under the might of the Holy Lance, Artoria's speed did not slow down at all. With the power of a single spear thrust, she pierced through the hill!

A light appeared ahead, which means Mordred has already broken through this place?