Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

In all sorts of battles and crises, how did I find a way to survive? Right, for example, in that time—

Achilles' movements changed. Instead of using basic skills combined with overwhelming speed to force his way through, he began to incorporate various ingenious variations into his moves.

Just as he suddenly released his gun, the cavalryman used his ankle, which was originally his fatal weakness, to kick Chiron in the face.

He first kicked the falling gun, then leaped into the air to catch it, simultaneously thrusting the gun at his target. The tip of the gun grazed his neck, and blood gushed out instantly.

"Woo!!"

Chiron couldn't help but create some distance. As if to say 'how about it?' Achilles, having regained his footing, casually twirled his spear.

Their eyes met, and they both wore fearless smiles.

"Hmm, so he does indeed possess the strength to become a Heroic Spirit."

"Of course. Unlike you, who just teaches others, I've been on countless battlefields."

He had clashed and fought alongside numerous heroes, even sharing moments of spiritual communion. He had indeed learned the fundamentals from Chiron. But the countless corpses accumulated in battle—that was an undeniable fact for Achilles as well.

"Oh, that's great. It's really painful to unilaterally kill your own students."

He said this with a smile, and returned the smile with a chilling one.

He has completely cast aside his hesitation about fighting his mentor, and now all he feels is the joy of fighting against a strong opponent.

Achilles hesitated—should he close the distance or widen it? While logically closing the distance to launch an attack was the most reasonable course of action, perhaps it was time to abandon this conventional wisdom.

The spear he wielded was originally a weapon primarily intended for throwing, designed to penetrate all defenses and pierce the chest of a hero. Chiron knew better than anyone the spear's terrifying nature, after all, he himself had given it to him.

Then what should be done?

Their eyes met. Red and Black watched each other's every move, planning their next move.

Achilles laughed, and Chiron laughed too. A bond truly existed between them. Mentor and disciple, friends who trusted each other from the bottom of their hearts—a profound joy that, even after setting aside this bond, still lingered in their hearts, truly existed within them.

Unfortunately, fate did not want them to decide the outcome so quickly, along with their lives.

"Sorry to bother you at this crucial moment."

"I'm sorry, but you have to come back right away."

The voices of the two Masters rang out together.

"Spartacus is about to self-destruct, and he will teleport you back to the courtyard before that."

“Red is gathering a very powerful force, Chiron. I hope you can return to the fortress immediately.”

After they finished speaking, Achilles and Chiron exchanged a glance and both gave a wry smile.

“It seems this will end here. Well done, Achilles.”

"Teacher Chiron too! Next time, I'll make sure to shoot you through with the gun you gave me before you can hit me!"

They exchanged blessings as warrior and master and apprentice, and a teleportation array surrounded Achilles, while Chiron quickened his pace, heading towards the fortress of Milenia.

Karna was pondering.

Of all the battles I've fought so far, those battles celebrated in mythology—it's no exaggeration to say that I've given my all in every single one. I've never held back, nor have I underestimated any opponent.

...However, that was ultimately within the limits of what was allowed.

Just as he had promised in the past, at his mother's request, not to fight anyone other than Arjuna, the third son of the Pandavas.

I always felt that my past battles were bound by multiple invisible chains.

God's curse, God's blessing, Bushido, or perhaps human relationships.

Of course, because that's survival, the destiny of fighting as a warrior.

Sometimes it can be a source of strength, and sometimes it can be a burden.

However, in any case, it was all superfluous... Indeed, the past battles all had a clear purpose: to win a victory for King Nandal, whom they served, and to bring defeat to the five Panda brothers.

...No, the more important thing is to defeat Arjuna.

He competes with his younger brother, who shares the same bloodline—and then wins.

That too should be called a heavy, inescapable fate of shackles.

However, that's not the case now.

The expectations placed upon me as a Servant summoned to the present world are simply for power; and all that remains is a pure agreement between warriors.

fighting.

They vie for supremacy, seeking victory through pure strength. This is an incredibly simple, and precisely what makes it so beautiful.

Of course, I don't deny the fact that destiny dictates battles. Every life contains stories of battles that must be fought.

However, the pure, unadulterated battles that had nothing to do with that kind of thing unexpectedly made me feel exhilarated and comfortable.

Could it be that my instincts as a hungry wolf have been triggered?

The divine spear he wielded possessed the precision to pierce even the eye of a needle, and the dazzling flames continuously scorched the surroundings to an unbearable heat.

If this isn't going all out, then what would be considered going all out?

...That's right, facing his full strength, the warrior named Siegfried withstood it like a rock.

That was undoubtedly an amazing thing, and his skill was so superb that it was on par with the divine realm.

more importantly--

The fantastical greatsword that Siegfried wielded with a roar was a weapon forged by tiny people (the Nibelungen) with magical skills. A holy sword infinitely close to a demonic sword, its twilight-colored sword aura, sealed within a precious gem, contained a powerful magic that even Karna had to be wary of.

Not only that, Siegfried's movements were incredibly intense, as if he had unlimited stamina.

The dragon's blood he bathed in transformed the dragon slayer's essence, granting him the might of a dragon while his soul still shone with human brilliance.

The so-called dragon slayer is someone who conquers and controls the dragon with human will.

If Karna's spear is an existence pointed at the sun, then Sieg's sword is the twilight that makes all life tremble.

With a fierce momentum that disregarded its own life, dusk tightly gripped the blazing sun on the horizon!

In the instant the distance was created, the jewel on the sword flashed with light, and Karna suddenly felt a tremor similar to joy sweep across his spine.

"Take this!"

Faced with the twilight demonic light attacking him, Karna immediately cleaved it in two with his divine spear. The atmosphere wailed, and the space trembled continuously. It was an overwhelming collision of magical power that was almost nauseating.

Even when facing a powerful and physically formidable dragon slayer, Karna remained confident because, for some factor outside of the battle, he held an overwhelming advantage.

That is—unrestricted autonomy!

"Brahma, cover the earth!"

"Well!"

Flames erupted from the enemy's pupils, burning fiercely and scorching the surrounding air, even leaving a dazzling, shimmering trail. Sensing the danger, Siegfried hastily drew his sword, but it was too late. A beam of light, like a crimson lotus, broke through the barrier and pierced straight through his left abdomen!

The Evil Dragon Blood Armor has been broken through!

A strange, agonizing pain, as if his flesh was being torn apart and burned, shot through his left abdomen. Siegfried felt no pain at all, but gazed at the golden sun floating in mid-air, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

The emotions that had been worn down by repeated crushing victories were being gradually rekindled in this life-or-death struggle.

And so, once again defying the Master's constraints, the Dragon Slayer of the Netherlands revealed a fearless smile and spoke.

"Has the Red Team decided to unlock their Noble Phantasms?"

"That's right, but the wounds are still there everywhere—it seems that this indestructible blade alone is not enough to kill you."

Karna looked at the wound, which was just a bloody hole, and calmly came to a conclusion:

"My Noble Phantasm and your Illusionary Greatsword are evenly matched. Even if I could barely break through, the attack that would almost cancel each other out would not have the power to defeat you."

Karna's statement is entirely correct. In a clash between Noble Phantasms, their power is essentially evenly matched. Given this premise, the two are truly compatible in every sense of the word.

However, proud as Karna was determined to completely eliminate this possibility.

"Therefore, I must use a blow with absolute destructive power that will neither be equalized nor neutralized."

"Is there?"

The son of Surya, the hero who bestowed the gift, nodded in affirmation. It was a completely unadorned, simple agreement that pointed out the facts. Just as he was about to further develop his Noble Phantasm, like the other pair of Harmony, this Harmony also received a message from his Master.

I see."

"Although it's a pity, I'm still looking forward to the third round."

Faced with Karna's frank expression, Siegfried sheathed his greatsword and found his palms were soaked with sweat.

Did this formidable enemy also have his share of minor lapses in composure?

Thinking this, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Yes, I'll be waiting for you anytime."

With riders and bows, swords and spears, and the Grand Duke and Astolfo who had already returned, the battle between the Black and Red factions came to a temporary end. Faced with Spartacus's last soul, his final act of rebellion, no one dared to look away.

The two sister adjudicators standing at the forefront of the crisis were both gazing at the sky.

"That is--!"

What was released and scattered before Joan of Arc's eyes was the unique scabbard of the holy sword.

Made from the highest level of mysterious craftsmanship, this treasure is powerful enough to repel all attacks.

It's not about defense, but about blocking.

The wall that isolates from filth, from this world, from the fairy realm.

Those who are protected will be isolated from all the laws of this world.

Its real name is—

"A secluded paradise, untouched by the world!!!"

Brahma, who covers the earth

Original text: Brahma よ, 地をcover

Level: Unknown

Type: Anti-army Noble Phantasm

Scope: Unknown