Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

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This is a military treasure bestowed upon Karna by the Brahman Rama, who wielded an axe.

If the class is Archer, it manifests as a different projectile; otherwise, it manifests as a different projectile. It tracks enemies and hits them with absolute accuracy by invoking the name of Brahma, but due to a curse, it cannot be used against opponents stronger than itself.

Chapter 474 The Crisis of Reversal

It is neither a beast, nor a human, nor a monster, nor even a heroic spirit.

That enormous servant, like a god of curses, finally unleashed its final blow upon the world.

Red was filled with an intoxicating sense of happiness; the final blow would destroy all oppression and utterly shatter the symbol of power.

Of course, he had gone mad… even he knew he was mad. But he still couldn't stop. Because he was born with an inability to tolerate being subordinate to anyone.

No, that's not it. He felt pleasure from being scorned and hurt. The feeling of a distorted form of anger settling inside him brought him boundless pleasure.

So he kept laughing. When this accumulation reached a critical point, Spartacus rebelled. As long as there are oppressors in the world, his pleasure and anger will not cease.

Now, having gained a second life, he is unleashing the most powerful attack of his career. His vision is distorted, and the pain of his body being gradually replaced by something is tormenting his mind, but it's almost over. It wasn't simply a strike delivered with all his might. It was an ultimate destruction, achieved only by sacrificing everything within himself.

"Hahahaha, the time has come! My strike will shatter all suppression!"

His vocal cords were crushed by flesh and blood, covered and healed, and he let out a sigh. Spartacus paid no heed to how ugly his body had become, dedicating his entire life to the rebellious gladiator, and finally unleashed that attack.

The target was the one who held the highest power in this Holy Grail War—Joan of Arc—and also the fortress of Millennia behind her. It was a strike that could almost touch the moon and shoot down stars.

Whether in life or after death, this was the highest and strongest rebellious punch of his career.

Will his own fists and sword be able to touch the oppressors?

He couldn't possibly know, nor did he intend to know. This rebellious, ascetic gladiator, who had dedicated his entire life to the cause, ended his life with a smile, so free, so resolute, simply because—

"This is Spartacus!"

In the instant consciousness was interrupted and the body was freed from restraint, the monstrous form, which carried all joy and all hatred, was completely unleashed. Purple magic chains ran across the bloated flesh, and the light of destruction pierced through thirty-five pairs of eyes, nineteen mouths, forty-nine ears, and even every organ in the body that could vent its emotions—and then, it vented its emotions to the fullest!

That was a tsunami, a tsunami that rose towards the horizon, a tsunami unique to Spartacus!

However, the one who bore the brunt of this blow was the absolute arbiter of the Holy Grail War.

Moreover, they are two sacred beings whose faces and temperaments are remarkably similar.

Faced with the enemy's attack, one side held up the ideal land of Avalon, while the other unfurled the holy banner to protect the people around them.

And just like that—the EX-level destructive torrent was kept three feet away!

As the ahoge (cowlick) increased its magical output, this destruction began to gradually turn its attention to...

As Artoria's secluded utopia shone brightly, the Red Team, with the Empress's help, successfully assembled.

It seems everyone has had their fill of the Holy Grail War.

Looking over Karna, who was unharmed, Achilles, who was smiling, Atalanta, who had a calm expression, Mordred, who was covered in dirt, and her Master Shishikatsu beside her, as well as Sakugetsu, who was still wearing his black robes but now had a golden jewel on his chest, Amakusa said.

Upon hearing this, Shuoyue looked at him with a half-smile.

"Speaking of the taste, haven't you already experienced it yourself?"

Before Amakusa could ponder this further, he added, "As your Master, you've successfully kept Black in check, haven't you? That's incredible."

So you were referring to this battle?

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the adjudicator who had participated in the Third Holy Grail War, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Achilles had recovered from the disappointment of the interruption of the battle, and looking at Sakumoku and Karna, whose auras were exactly the same as his, his smile grew even wider.

"After all, we crude martial artists can only find pleasure in such a deadly situation."

This self-deprecating remark prompted Karna to nod slightly, and even Shuoyue raised the corners of her mouth, smiling without saying a word.

Once addicted, the thrill of violence is harder to quit than drugs or alcohol.

"This battle maniac, no, these three..."

Atalanta withdrew her gaze from the new moon. Perhaps it was because they were both women (she categorized the Empress as a dangerous species), or perhaps the stunningly beautiful young swordswoman had piqued her curiosity, but Atalanta, looking at the somewhat disheveled Mordred, took the initiative to strike up a conversation:

"You look quite disappointed. Do you need my help in the next battle?"

Xiao Mo was still confused about being defeated by her father and then inexplicably let go. She glanced at Ta Miao subconsciously and said casually, "No need. That's something that only belongs to me, my father, and Hei."

Father? Father?

With her incredibly sharp senses, Ta-Miao immediately guessed what Mordred had changed her address to the moment her beast ears twitched. She was thrilled to have stumbled upon such a juicy tidbit.

That enemy, shrouded in black robes, looking somber and slender, and capable of fighting Shuoyue to a standstill, was actually his father? And he seemed to have suffered a considerable loss…

Father, Father... How wonderful...

Atalanta, who had been an orphan since childhood, was momentarily lost in thought. She looked at the blonde female knight and inexplicably sensed an emotion she had never felt before, and couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Without pressing further, she turned to the Empress and asked directly, "Now that it's going to explode, what should we do next?"

The priest and empress, who had been confident and scheming, were expected to give orders immediately. However, the two on the throne frowned inexplicably. They only looked up after hearing the question from the taman. The empress snorted and waved her hand, displaying the image captured by the familiar.

"We were prepared, but something unexpected happened—the Black faction used their Noble Phantasm, and Spartacus, who was about to explode, is now hurtling towards us."

Spartacus is approaching us?!

You should know that this Smiling Boy is now synonymous with 'Little Boy' and 'Big Ivan'!

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Xiao Mo (who had heard someone call out "Ahoge"), looked up, and an unbelievable reflection appeared in their vision—

The moment that glimmer of light appeared, the ball of light formed from magic and spiritual particles was repelled, rapidly contracting and being pulled back by the force of obstruction, as if being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

A mysterious, immense force tugged at the black hole-like monster, compressing it from the depths of space, accumulating immense power. Even the world itself could not bear such a heavy object; the air ripped apart, the void groaned, and the sound of shattering echoed through the heavens.

In the end, gravity and will were completely shattered by the wall of the ideal land. The gladiator, who had transformed into a monster, completely lost his form and turned into dazzling light that scattered in all directions. The aftershocks alone flattened the forest and obliterated everything on the ground.

The terrifying ball of light was finally reversed by the 'Land of Seclusion' and flew out of the collapsing space.

In that instant, a sense of impending death exploded in the hearts of the Red Team's Servants.

Even if it's just the light and shadow projected by magic.

Because they could sense that the crisis had already locked onto them.

Straight and firm, heading towards the Sky Garden!

The remaining chapter will probably be posted later; I went to an interview today.

Chapter 475 The True Name Revealed: The Ahoge

"This is Red, that rebel..."

On the fortress of Mirania, Vlad III frowned. Even someone as proud as him couldn't help but reveal a hint of fear in the face of the mouth-watering spectacle of the self-destruction.

"Even after being captured by me, you still think of destroying my kingdom?"

The other Servants were no better off. Even the renowned sage of the Age of Gods was moved by the scene, not because of its grand scale—the forbidden techniques of the Age of Gods witches could achieve such a feat—but because of Spartacus's identity.

He was just a gladiator, and people only remember him for that rebellion. They know little about Spartacus's past life. Yet Spartacus used his own will to transform himself into a machine of destruction and rebellion.

Chiron could not help but pay the deepest respect to such a noble and reckless will.

He came to the city of Mirenia alone back then... which means that at that time he was already prepared to perish together with the enemy, right?

Fiore's face turned deathly pale, and she involuntarily gripped the armrests of her wheelchair. Even the Servants were horrified, let alone these little magicians.

Just imagining what it would be like to be affected by such aftershocks makes my heart almost stop beating.

However, there is also a peculiar master-slave pair in the black side's formation.

"What's going on over there?"

"Let me see... Oh, isn't that red over there? I remember it was already huge before it escaped back, I didn't expect it to explode!"

One was asking out of mere curiosity, while the other was answering earnestly—the only ones who could still communicate nonchalantly amidst such disruption were the rationally evaporating Astolfo and his naturally ditzy Master Sieg.

The conversation between the master and servant brought the rest of the Black faction to their senses. Vlad III glanced at the two who were chatting and laughing, his gaze falling on Sieg's Command Seal, which had lost a stroke. He snorted coldly, but ultimately said nothing more.

Rewards and punishments are the fundamental principles of a ruler.

Although the magical core (Sieg) with legs ran away, and Astolfo disobeyed orders, this unreliable knight fought alongside him in this battle, and Sieg even used a Command Seal to rescue a Servant for the Black Faction.

Since that's the case, let bygones be bygones. Besides, this android girl has become the Master, so she can't possibly become a sacrifice for a Noble Phantasm, otherwise it would be a loss.

However, it will take a long time to find suitable materials in Avisbro...

As the leader of the Black Faction, Vlad III was still preoccupied with those trivial matters, but Chiron didn't need to worry about so much. After confirming that Siegfried was unharmed, he looked at Siegfried with some relief.

The incredibly fragile homunculus he saved has now become a Master capable of standing on his own.

Even though he hadn't taught her anything, Chiron, as her teacher, was still quite satisfied. He gently explained the situation to Sieg:

"That's right. To be precise, that's the effect of Red Spartacus's Noble Phantasm. It's the type that takes an attack and releases it all at once, just like this gladiator's life... Of course, we have to thank our lady; she used an incredible Noble Phantasm to block Spartacus's attack."

Chiron's introduction was much better than the unreliable Astolfo. Not only Sieg, but all the Masters and Servants present held their breath, waiting for Chiron's judgment.

When Artoria unleashed her Noble Phantasm, she didn't hide it. Based on that 'ideal paradise isolated from the world,' one could guess her true name.

If I'm not mistaken, it's the famous King Arthur, the ideal king of ancient British legend.

Chiron looked at Lingxia, who was walking slowly towards him, and Lingxia smiled and nodded, confirming his judgment.

This judgment immediately drew gasps of surprise from the Black team.

"King Arthur? It's actually that King Arthur?!" Vlad III looked surprised and subconsciously looked at Liu Daolingxia.

If you're talking about that beautiful, pretty girl who also has a huge appetite... Liu Daolingxia smiled and confirmed.

“Unbelievable… No wonder even Shuoyue was no match for her!” Chiron said thoughtfully.

You might not believe it, but this ahoge-haired king listens to Mr. Shuoyue's opinions quite a bit... Lingxia maintained her gentle smile.

“Hmm, even I’ve heard the story of King Arthur,” Avisbro mused.

I'm really sorry to have you play dumb, Mr. Gabrielle, although I can't see your expression behind the mask...

"Oh, I know that too! Charlie said it too; he's a huge fan of King Arthur!"

Charlemagne? I didn't expect Mother Toria to be so popular… Ah, should I show her even more respect?

Lingxia was naturally slow to realize things. And if Daimao heard the praise from the Black Party members, she might show a humble smile, but if Lingxia's attitude towards her became clearly respectful, then she would definitely feel uncomfortable while secretly rejoicing, right?

Even in Romania, the legend of King Arthur is quite famous, much more so than the Grand Prince of Wallachia or the Greek forest sages... The older generation even says that King Arthur never died but was in eternal sleep, and that he would return to save the people in times of crisis. You can imagine how widespread the story of King Arthur is.