Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

In the blink of an eye, Artoria drew closer to the exit, and just then, a red figure appeared from the exit.

That red light was the Chevrolet's taillights, meaning that the sports car had turned off its engine to conceal itself, and only 'opened its eyes' again when the pursuers behind it got closer.

"The simple chase is over, Black's turn!"

Mordred, who had been half-crouching on the trunk like a delinquent, stood up, her battle armor appearing, along with the king's sword stained red with hatred and the ferocious smile on her face, pointing at the advancing Artoria.

Crimson Lightning illuminated the path ahead of Artoria, and the shadow of the rebellious knight was reflected in the dark tunnel, like a giant dragon baring its fangs and claws.

"It's time for the item race! Get ready!"

The demonic power of hatred was amplified by the King's Sword, and a terrifying torrent of energy filled the narrow passage. Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, lightning and streams of light, symbols of destruction, roared in.

"Rebellion against my gorgeous father!"

Chapter 465 Shining in the Spear of the End!

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

Having undertaken excavation work that a sports car shouldn't be doing, the Chevrolet resembled a 30-40 year old vintage car, riddled with potholes, every part creaking and groaning, even the engine sounding weak and listless.

Seeing this, Lion Robber simply had Mordred turn off the engine, then opened the window and quietly climbed onto the trunk.

"Even if a sports car has the best performance, it can't withstand continuous 'magic release'. Besides, my magic is limited. If this continues, we will both lose our ability to fight."

"What should I do?"

Do you think she'll follow us?

“Of course!” Although she didn’t know where this premonition came from, Mordred answered without hesitation, “She will not stop until she catches up with us!”

"That's right." Lion's Claw snapped his fingers. "In that case, let's settle this with one blow. Look at this passage, isn't it perfect for you to unleash your Noble Phantasm?"

"Huh?!" The words jolted Mordred awake. She turned her head sharply to look at the narrow mountain path she had carved out.

As Shishikage said, her Noble Phantasm 'Rebellion Against My Magnificent Father' is a magical beam that destroys all matter in a straight line. When released on such a straight path, its power will be concentrated in one place like never before.

Mordred's Noble Phantasm is already at the level of an anti-army unit. With the amplification of this terrain advantage, how terrifying must its power be?

"Since our vehicle is about to break down, let's just block the only exit and unleash our Noble Phantasms on the enemy!" Shishigake clenched his fist. "Although this is a bit underhanded, there are no rules on the battlefield!"

"That's right, that's exactly it! You're amazing, Master, are you a genius?!"

The synergy between the bloodthirsty mercenary and the ruthless, rebellious knight was undeniable. Mordred's eyes sparkled at Lion's Proposal, showering him with praise like a child.

"Just you wait, Black, I'll make sure you regret this!"

"Be careful."

After giving these instructions, Lion's Robber climbed into the driver's seat, taking over the driver's position. To prevent the mountain from collapsing due to the release of the Noble Phantasm, he was responsible for squeezing out the last bit of Chevrolet's strength. After Mordred released the Noble Phantasm, he would use the recoil to send them out of the tunnel, even though he had his back to Mordred and could not see the battle situation, let alone give orders.

But it didn't matter; he believed in himself, just as Mordred had the same unwavering trust in the necromancer.

Not long after Lion's Roar gripped the driver's seat, Mordred spotted the silver warhorse wielding a lance, advancing like a drill, and the gleaming golden lance that looked somewhat familiar to her...

"What is that? I can't see anything at all!" The flying dirt and magic obscured Xiao Mo's vision. She shook her head, trying to shake off the inexplicable unease. "Get ready, Master, she's coming!"

Lion's Roar seemed to make a sound like "I understand," but Mordred paid no attention. At this moment, all she could see was the figure riding a white horse and carrying a gun.

Unleash your Noble Phantasm, and then—defeat her!

The dragon's essence roared, igniting Mordred's bloodline. She rose to her feet, raising the cursed royal sword high:

"The simple chase is over, Black's turn, now it's item race time! Take this—rebellion against my magnificent father!"

Crimson Lightning surged forward, dissolving even the hardest substances. But just as Lion's Calamity had predicted, the destruction of the passage also restrained the rampant magic, concentrating it in one place, and together they roared forward!

—The blood-red twilight was reflected in my eyes, just like the sunset over Camlann Hill.

When Mordred called out the true name of the Noble Phantasm, Artoria was momentarily stunned, but she quickly returned to normal.

Everything is in the past. The one standing at the other end of the exit is not the real Mordred, but a phantom etched on the Throne of Heroes.

She is no longer the queen of Britain, but a ghost who has lived for a thousand years in an ideal world, watching over the last Knights of the Round Table.

But phantoms and ghosts—when you think about it that way, they do seem like a good match.

The unexpected joke made her smile, but when Artoria looked up ahead, the Lion King's imposing presence and aura were released without reservation.

I'm sorry, Master, I need to use your magic.

She silently apologized to herself, then gripped the gun tightly, the magic shrouded in the sound of gunfire already eager to be unleashed.

When faced with an enemy's Noble Phantasm, what she has to do is unleash one of her own Noble Phantasms in retaliation!

"Beyond the sky, rushing to the earth, it stands as a wedge of light at the end of the world—shining in the spear of the end!"

With White Spear's furious roar, a golden vortex converged at the gunshot, spiraling outwards and instantly shattering the mountain like a giant drill! The drill spun, and with the warhorse's forward thrust, it crashed directly into the roaring Crimson Lightning, and then—torn it apart!

This is the Holy Lance, the anchor of the storm that binds the stars!

When the holder releases it without any hesitation, it will show the enemy what an A++ level anti-city Noble Phantasm is!

What's more, this gun also has these two special attacks (just kidding).

A golden vortex swept through, widening the tunnel in the mountain several times over, causing the hills to tremble violently and countless rocks to tumble down. Amidst this, the golden light remained resolute, relentlessly destroying everything in its path, advancing, advancing—

"Gurgle!" Mordred gritted her teeth, her eyes bloodshot, and suddenly poured her magic into the King's Sword with all her might. Even so, Artoria's spear thrust continued unabated, closing in even closer. As their black robes billowed, two pairs of emerald eyes briefly met. That familiar gaze and the resonance of their bloodlines struck Mordred like a thunderbolt.

"You...you are!!!"

"Oh no, hold on tight!" The Noble Phantasms collided within his body, and the hill emitted a series of mournful cries. Lion's hair stood on end. Without hesitation, he started the sports car, flooring the accelerator before it even warmed up. Then, using the recoil from Mordred's Noble Phantasm, he launched himself into the air!

Rumble!

The mountain collapsed, the tunnel's fragile structure was destroyed, and huge boulders fell one after another, only to be ground into dust by the aftershocks of the collision between the two Noble Phantasms. Even so, the momentum of the entire hill collapsing was still incredibly powerful, and the sports car continued to move forward, sending debris flying and engulfing the golden light that surged forward behind it!

Emerging from the tunnel, the sports car slowed down as if it had completed its mission. Mordred stood blankly on the back of the car, the King Sword in his hand having stopped being released at some point.

"Sigh, too bad I only got to satisfy my racing craving for one night." Lion Robber patted the steering wheel regretfully, popping his head out of the window. "What's wrong?!"

No wonder Lion's Roar was astonished. In the Arthurian legend, King Arthur Pendragon never aged during his reign, always maintaining the handsome young man's appearance when he drew his sword.

Although she has become a woman, it is only natural that Mordred, as her legitimate son, has the same slender figure and a girlish appearance that can be described as adorable.

Lion Robber had seen the girl's happy expression, her angry expression, her cheating expression, and even her expression of deep shame—but he had never seen her like this before.

The beautiful and lovely girl's face was distorted. Humiliation and hatred alone could not create such a complex expression. Only a mixture of admiration, love, and longing for such beautiful emotions could make this face present such a captivating emotion.

Those emerald green eyes were filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion, madness, and a premonition of violence.

No, wait, that similar expression... he seems to have seen it somewhere before...

"Master."

"Huh?" Lion's Roar shuddered at the cold tone, only to hear Mordred continue speaking.

"Go away, the farther the better, otherwise—I'm not sure if I'll just tear you apart while I'm at it."

What kind of battlefield could it be that made Mordred want to eliminate her Master as a distraction?

Lion's Robbery seemed to understand something, and as the collapsing mountain was swept away by golden light, his question was resolved—

"Still so reckless, Lord Mordred."

Such a clear and melodious voice, such a familiar tone.

A chill ran through Mordred as she gripped her sword tightly, her hair standing on end. She stared intently at the king who dismounted, removed his black robe, revealing his handsome face, and uttered his title, word by word.

"Father..."

Rebellious knight, cursed child, so be it.

Along with the incessant roaring Crimson Lightning behind her.

I'll be taking about two days off next, hehehe... I'll go first.

The ending was perfectly timed!

Chapter 466 Intersecting Swords, a Bewildered Heart

The spear pierced the atmosphere, the sword unleashed lightning, storms raged, crimson lightning burst forth, and dazzling light splashed across the battlefield.

Not far away, a blood-red sunset and a burning sun replaced the night. Siegfried and Karna were displaying their martial arts to the fullest. Clouds gathered and dispersed on the horizon, and stars dimmed and fell, leaving only the night sky as scarred and desolate as the earth.

And now, wind and thunder have appeared on the battlefield. In the twilight, spears and swords clashed, and the sparks from their collisions illuminated not only the prince of the Netherlands and the hero of charity, but also a king, also wielding a spear, riding in to clash with a rebellious knight wearing a horned helmet and whose blade was stained red with hatred.

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The frantic shouts have transcended a thousand years and thousands of miles, yet the emotions they contain can easily pull people back to the Hill of Camlann of yesteryear.

The crimson of blood and the twilight remain as vibrant as ever, more vivid than any color a painter could mix on their palette. The battlefield, the corpses, and the broken banners have remained unchanged for centuries. Even the warring sides, following a mysterious destiny, meet again and plunge once more into a life-or-death struggle.

Mordred had imagined countless times the moment she would reunite with King Arthur, but when she actually faced her father, her mind went blank due to the overwhelming emotions she felt.

It wasn't in Sighshwara that the mother-daughter reunion touched a raw nerve, causing Mordred to stage such a farcical scene. This time, it was Black who rode up on horseback, removed her cloak, and told this rebellious knight, who yearned for adventure yet also sought refuge within herself—

Yes, I am King Arthur, and I have arrived.

And so they met, walked together through the ancient town streets, chose their clothes, and chatted about the past… But all those beautiful memories faded away; the fleeting pleasure could not erase the hatred that had been brewing within the knight. Mordred and Artoria, like mortal enemies who hated each other, yet also like extremely close relatives with perfect understanding, fell silent after realizing each other's identities.

All that needs to be done is to draw your sword!

Roaring with the same intense emotions that had remained unchanged for a thousand years, Mordred wielded the "Radiant King's Sword," launching a fierce and relentless attack. Meanwhile, Artoria, now in her unleashed form and even taller, calmly parried Mordred's onslaught, wielding her Holy Lance.

Mordred was raised by Morgan to be the crown prince from a young age. Her horsemanship, martial arts, military strategy (and even her appetite) were all modeled after the Knight King of that time.

But a sword cannot lie. Mordred's sword is the very sword that she wielded from the shadow of King Arthur, leaving a unique mark on the legend of the Knight King, even if it is a stain.

Morgan taught her everything, but he didn't pour out the love that is most important to a child. So this little grass grew wildly in the excessive sunshine and rain, eventually shaping an unruly and rebellious soul.

This quality is also reflected in Mordred's swordsmanship. Her swordsmanship is so elegant and bold, completely lacking Artoria's rigor and discipline. Yet, it is precisely this swordsmanship, indistinguishable even in terms of moves, that knocked King Arthur's sword away in the final battle and personally cut the red ribbon that marked the end of the legend.

It's as if it's proclaiming that even the most infallible king can still be defeated.

……

But this is a story etched on Camlann Hill.

The stage, characters, props, and scenery—everything is exactly the same as it was a thousand years ago, but the plot—the battle between Mordred and Artoria—is completely different from what it was back then.

Perhaps Artoria has made some changes during this time, but unfortunately, both father and son (mother and daughter) are quite competitive, especially since their encounter ended at the Sword Hill in Camlann, in a way that was almost mutually destructive. Even if they tacitly did not mention it, they must have been holding back their efforts to try and win.

So there was no probing, no dialogue; the two went all out the moment they clashed, never stopping until victory was achieved.