Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

A warhammer coiled with tree-like branches that emit electric current. Normally used as a striking weapon, its spherical tip is her heart, so she carries it with her at all times, even outside of combat. Because it can efficiently recover and store the magical energy leaking from herself and the surroundings, in situations like combat where a large amount of residual magical energy is continuously generated around her, it will work in conjunction with the electric current to simulate a "perpetual motion machine of the second kind."

Along with this, Fran also possesses one of his skills.

Current Electricity: B

It allows for the free conversion and accumulation of bioelectricity and magical energy. In an instant, it can transform intangible attacks such as magical light, magical wind, and magical bullets into electricity, discharging it in all directions to nullify them. Furthermore, the body can be strengthened in response to the accumulated electricity, and damage repair becomes rapid. This concept of electrophysiology, interpreting life activities through the electrical currents present in the physical body, falls under the category of alchemy, similar to phlogiston and ether.

—As the core of Fran, this skill is based on the 'chastity of a maiden', which means that as long as Sakumoku obtains Fran's Noble Phantasm, she will also possess this skill.

As for why Sakumoku was able to take over the Noble Phantasms of other Servants, it was thanks to his 'legend'.

His initial power was inherited from the Great Hero, and he continued to acquire the abilities and weapons of other heroes throughout his journey. It can be said that Shuoyue grew up amidst the glory of heroes.

Just as Astolfo, with his adventurous tales, was able to accept the Noble Phantasm bestowed upon him by Achilles, Soukyuu can also accept the records of other Servants.

As a golden light appeared and dissipated, the girl in the white wedding dress withdrew from the Holy Grail War, but her heart and her Noble Phantasm "The Maiden's Chastity" were passed to the hands of the new moon, turning into an unstable ball of light.

"Did it begin to disintegrate because of its master's disappearance?"

As Shuoyue sensed the dissipation of the factors, she clenched her fist without changing her expression. The platinum miracle filled her arm and gradually merged into the ball of light.

Touching the core, rewriting permissions.

With Fran's will intact, Shuoyue easily obtained the treasure, but he was somewhat troubled as he looked at the slowly reappearing warhammer shape.

"How am I supposed to use this... Am I, an assassin, supposed to carry a warhammer and smash people?"

The scene is too beautiful to imagine.

As if sensing Shuoyue's predicament, a faint light shone from the unseen depths of his soul from an ancient and mysterious illustrated book.

And so, under Shuoyue's astonished gaze, the warhammer reverted to a vast array of fantasy particles, which, under the influence of an unknown force, converged and coalesced into a golden bead adorned with a red string, which was gently tied around his neck.

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A familiar reminder came from the distant other side. Shuoyue closed her eyes and read the information that appeared in her mind.

[The Noble Phantasm "Chastity of a Maiden" and the Inherent Skill "Electromagnetism (Incomplete)" have been recorded and fused to obtain a new Noble Phantasm: Electromaster.]

[Electric Shock: B]

[By analyzing the internal circuitry of Dr. Victor's masterpiece—Frankenstein—you will receive a new Noble Phantasm as a gift from him.]

[Its scientifically-oriented power allows the wearer to control electric current (charge). While it cannot compare to the 'Human Myth: The Descent of Lightning,' if the user has sufficient knowledge and a proportional amount of hair, it might produce incredible results?]

"Deep-seated malice towards STEM students..." Even in her assassin form, Shuoyue couldn't help but feel a surge of吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments). "And another thing, isn't that an Electric Ball (Pikachu's signature weapon in Pokémon)? This is definitely an Electric Ball!"

"Should I shout '100,000 Volts'?!"

As the new moon voiced her accusations, the powerless 'theater' gradually dissipated. With the barrier gone, the message of Frankenstein's departure was immediately transmitted to her Master, Caulleys.

"hateful!"

In front of all the Masters, Corley slammed his fist against the stone wall, and blood immediately flowed from the scraped skin. The needle-like pain was numb by the surging heat in his head.

He shouldn't have shown such a shameful side in front of other magicians, but this time, his emotions completely overwhelmed his reason.

Without warning, without instructions, without inquiries or help, he was about to be buried by the enemy with his own hands!

You should have contacted her as soon as you noticed her unusual movements! You should have used a Command Spell to summon her back as soon as you realized she had stopped moving!

Blood streamed down the back of his hand, and the three Command Seals seemed like a blatant mockery, searing his eyes.

"Calm down, Corles, that wasn't your mistake."

Perhaps sensing her brother's lament, Fiore tried to comfort him, but Colles shook his head in denial, shouting:

"No, this is my mistake! I knew the situation, but I still decided to take the gamble! It was my mistake. If I had used the Command Seal in time... if I had awakened her, things wouldn't have turned out this way! I wouldn't have let that girl... wouldn't have let her die in vain!"

"It was my mistake, my misjudgment," Colles lamented, consumed by self-reproach. But Fiore, however, thought he was wrong.

His mistake was unavoidable. Servants are the main force on the battlefield, and Masters who hide behind them should not interfere with their judgments. If Servants are called back in case of an accident, then Correspondent will be on the wrong path, completely opposite to that of Gordes.

"At least they understand the characteristics of the Red Team's Noble Phantasm, right?"

That was by no means a meaningless sacrifice, Fiore thought, but Corles, a magician, shook his head in denial:

"But we don't understand how our Noble Phantasms work... Don't worry about my affairs, sister, focus your attention back on the battlefield."

"but--"

"Leave me alone."

Hearing Corles say this so bluntly, Fiore had no choice but to turn her attention back to her work of commanding the battle. Corles, left alone, leaned against the corner of the room, covered his face with his hands, and remained silent for a long time.

The regret of a partner (friend) suddenly leaving is something a teenager needs a long time to process.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Flanders III and Astolfo, who had finally shaken off Spartacus and were suddenly informed of their withdrawal, found the new moon still in the forest.

"You bastard...you bastard!"

Riding a magnificent eagle, roaring as it swooped down towards the youth, was the pink-haired paladin. He adopted an unprecedentedly serious stance, charging forward with his spear:

"They actually...they actually killed that child! How despicable! I will never forgive them!"

"You actually slaughtered my brothers! My mortal enemy, are you prepared to face my wrath?"

As if the earth harbored hostility towards the new moon, it unearthed one rafter after another. Vlad III, his face grim, approached with murderous intent, surrounded by countless rafters.

Shooting stars appeared in the sky, and turbid currents flowed on the ground. An encirclement to trap and kill the enemy was swarming toward the new moon from all directions.

Faced with the Black team's revenge, the young man simply raised his head, and the golden bead on his chest shone brightly.

"Although doing this doesn't fit my public image, there are some things I absolutely cannot compromise on, for example—"

"Pikachu, use Thunderbolt!"

The next instant, golden lightning illuminated the entire forest!

I wonder if anyone has noticed that Nikola Tesla (the one who had a love-hate relationship with Edison) has the same inherent skill as Frankenstein, namely 'current electricity', but his level is higher, it is A-level.

Chapter 471 Electric Mouse? No, it's Railgun!

The golden, dazzling electric lights became another spectacular sight of the night.

The darkness was torn apart, and countless flashing arcs of electricity filled every inch of air. With a deafening roar as the air was whipped, a burst of lightning erupted.

It causes falling meteors to reverse and the torrents of the turbid world to flow backward. Amidst the burning of thunder, only those who are permitted may enter!

Large sections of the rafters were destroyed. Vlad III raised his eyes, staring intently at the youth who stood with his arms outstretched in the forest, a hoarse sound escaping his throat:

"New Moon!!!"

The blazing light of surging thunder reappeared. With the help of the electric bead, the youth felt a long-lost sense of exhilaration. The magic power floating in the atmosphere was completely transformed into thunder, and there was even enough energy left to be forged by the new moon, giving the invisible magic power an iron-like substance. When it collided with the lightning, it burst out with fine iron sand.

Beneath the dark clouds, countless bees buzzed and flapped their wings, but the sound was not from living beings. Rather, it was the destructive power leaked from the high-speed vibration of iron sand after it was controlled by electromagnetic force!

The overwhelming black iron sand was no different from a high-speed electric chainsaw!

Crunch, crunch.

As if struck by insects, the sturdy rafters melted away at a visible rate under the impact of the iron sand, forcing Vlad III to deploy even more rafters to protect him, his face ashen.

"This is... power..."

As the leader, how could he not sense the aura of this power?

That is the power possessed by the berserker who has mastered electromagnetism!

But now, this power no longer belongs to the Black side; instead, it has fallen into the hands of the Red side's assassins, who are now baring their sharp fangs at them!

"Aaaaaah! Jun-Ying—!"

Amidst the storm of iron dust, a cavalryman staggered in the sky, his delicate face slashed with numerous cuts. Even his steed, the eagle, had lost its former glory, its feathers flying wildly as it was battered by the iron dust, writhing in pain.

The rafters quickly surrounded them, as if imprisoning Afu and Junying in a cage, yet they steadily withstood the chaotic impact of the iron sand, sending them back to the ground.

"Use your books and your brain, can't you even accept this little bit of attack?"

Vlad III arrogantly lowered his hand, but at that moment, his hair stood on end.

"You still have the energy to spare for saving people, Your Excellency?"

The young man's cold laughter came from afar. With his words, the sea of ​​iron sand was stirred up by an invisible pillar, creating waves. As the 'clouds' swirled like raging waves, a huge whirlpool appeared.

Immediately following, amidst the burst of lightning, countless dazzling and blinding bolts of lightning erupted from within, converging and coalescing into a sharp and piercing beam that stabbed down towards the earth!

This is the wrath of the gods, seized by human hands; it is a thunderbolt as vast as the Yangtze River!

"Well?!"

Faced with such a powerful attack, Vlad III's heart almost stopped for a moment. He waved his hand recklessly, and the black rafters, like scales, covered him in front of him. But in an instant, they were pierced by the lightning spear, layer upon layer, approaching his head and pinning him to the chaotic battlefield!

How is this possible? How could its power be this great?!

Such questions arose not only from the Grand Duke who had to evade in an emergency and whose arm was pierced, nor only from Astolfo who had retrieved his hawk and whose face was slashed, but also from the Black Faction's Master and from the hearts of countless people who were watching this battlefield.

Frankenstein, a modern-day Heroic Spirit, uses science to assist the androids created with a few miracles—his foundation naturally cannot compare to that of the great heroes of the divine era.

Even the renowned Vlad III, with the advantage of his homeland, could barely keep up with Karna's pace, let alone the tragic fate of Frankenstein.

It was precisely because she could not withstand the pressure of fighting against Heroic Spirits that the Black Faction members unanimously decided to deploy her on the battlefield where there were no Heroic Spirits, so that she could deplete the enemy's forces.

But now—the overwhelming lightning and the storm that resembled an insect plague had trapped both of the Black faction's Servants!

No one cares anymore about why Shuoyue was able to obtain Frankenstein's power; what they care about more is how Shuoyue managed to unleash that girl's power to such an extraordinary degree!

It was as if he had become the master of heaven and earth, with lightning flashing and everything under his control.

He skillfully extracted every strand of power, gathered it at his side, and combined and circulated it with electricity, ultimately forming an output that integrates all matter, all magic, and all power!

Even surpassing that...

"That's because knowledge is power."

Golden electric lights outlined the smiling profile of the young man as he slowly raised his arm, aiming at the immobilized Vlad III.

Projection activated, iron-light casting.

A silver coin appeared at the tip of the clenched thumb.

Have you heard of the Railgun?

As he exhaled the feelings of a stranger in a foreign land, a fine electric light flashed in Shuoyue's eyes. In his vision, an electromagnetic field was formed with the distant follower as its endpoint.

Calculate variables, correct the trajectory, and lock onto the target.