Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

“I know you’re hiding many secrets, but the current situation doesn’t allow you to pretend anymore.” The Empress tapped the back of her chair, speaking meaningfully, “Once the impact of Spartacus is over, I need you to do one thing…”

While the new moon and the empress were plotting between the king, Karna had already reached the very front of the courtyard—as if he were close to the sun. The destructive heat dried up the stream in the courtyard, and even the flowers and plants withered at a visible speed.

The sun-shaped armor absorbed most of the impact, but it still ruffled Karna's white hair. He watched the deformed chunks of flesh approaching them, almost ready to explode at any moment, his eyes indifferent, devoid of sorrow or joy.

Even the great hero Karna didn't start out with a gun.

He was originally a charioteer and archer—a warrior with both skill and talent who won people's admiration. Of course, this does not mean that he did not know how to use a gun and a sword.

So, why was Karna summoned as this class?

... Before the final battle with the five Pandava brothers, that is, with Arjuna, a Brahmin monk visited Karna, who had become the commander-in-chief of the Duryodhana army at that time.

Then the monk asked Karna for the golden armor while he was bathing.

There was absolutely no need for the monk to wear the golden armor. However, Karna had made a vow while bathing that he would give the monk whatever he desired.

Knowing full well the oath, the great god Indra, disguised as a Brahmin monk, demanded the golden armor from Karna. After all, the five Pandavas were essentially his sons. Indra, fully aware of Karna's power, absolutely did not want to see Arjuna die at his hands.

As a result, Karna, who also knew all this beforehand, immediately stripped off the golden armor that was fused to his body and gave it to Indra.

Indra, witnessing his noble actions, felt deeply ashamed of his own behavior and offered him a gun.

In exchange for his golden armor, Karna obtained the legendary spear that could kill even the gods.

It was because of this gun that Karna was considered the strongest spearman in this war.

And now, the gun is finally about to reveal its true nature.

"What……!?"

Achilles, who had been watching out of curiosity, was horrified. Atalanta and Mordred, who were not far away, also felt their hair stand on end and looked up in disbelief.

To everyone's astonishment, the 'Undying Blade' vanished, and at the same time, Karna's immortal body—armor resembling a golden sun—peeled off piece by piece from the gaunt man's body.

Blood seeped from it, and the pain was faintly visible on Karna's expression. However, what attracted everyone's attention even more was the brand-new gun in his hand.

Its sacred and magnificent appearance makes the top-tier Noble Phantasm he just used, "The Undying Blade," seem like a toy.

Perhaps only by forging it with thunderous lightning and tempering it with the might of a thousand gods could such a divine object be created—the imposing presence of that spear naturally evokes such a sigh.

"The God-Slaying Spear obtained at the cost of golden armor..." Before anyone knew it, Shuoyue was already standing beside Atalanta. He stared intently at Karna, who was holding the divine spear, and made no attempt to hide the envy and fighting spirit in his voice. "This is the reason why Karna reached the pinnacle, and it is his most powerful weapon."

The flames dancing like red lotuses illuminated Shuoyue's eyes. He looked at Karna, who was surrounded by flames and looked like a god, and couldn't help but lick his dry lips. The golden jewel on his chest pulsed with electricity, not to be outdone.

As a warrior, who wouldn't want to fight Karna, who wields the strongest spear?

But first and foremost, he was a strategist who would stop at nothing to achieve victory, and only then a warrior who revered struggle.

So—though it's regrettable, please use this meaningless shot, Karna.

Sacrificing for the greater good of the Blue Team, giving up immortality for my victory.

If I have the chance in the future, I will put everything aside and fully experience your supreme strike—

Under the watchful gaze of the new moon, the son of Surya, the hero of charity, finally took a step forward, uttering the true name of the Noble Phantasm:

"Understand the mercy of the King of Gods."

"Annihilation will be achieved with this one thrust."

“Indra, watch carefully.”

The supreme treasure that transcends limits shines brilliantly here!

"Burn completely—O sun, submit to death!"

As Karna thrust his spear forward, two immense energies collided, causing the space to churn with a violent storm that could be felt even from a great distance. Despite facing Red's desperate attack, Karna possessed an overwhelming advantage. Although it was a gladiator's desperate struggle, its brilliance could not touch the noble Red.

Do you feel resentful? But this is the inherent right of heroes. They fight desperately to survive, desperately to etch their names into history. Whether their power is bestowed by heaven or acquired through cultivation, their trajectory is something no one can imitate or surpass.

Therefore, with Karna sacrificing his golden armor, the crisis for the Red team was resolved!

"So, it's my turn now?"

Shuoyue muttered to herself, recalling her conversation with the Empress, and stepped forward, passing Karna, looking towards the distant Black Faction base.

The Romanian fortress, like a lurking beast, warily surveyed the figure in black robes hovering above the courtyard.

Shuoyue closed her eyes under the puzzled gazes of the others.

The electric bead on his chest absorbed the magic left behind by the wave, transforming it into the new moon's power. The assassin closed his eyes, recalling the long-lost records he had obtained when he connected with his original body.

Then, a pixel-like orb of light appeared in my hand, and the projection unfolded—

Casting begins!

Chapter 477 The Scythe of Hell, the Dust Saw, and the Exposed Holy Grail

"Is it over...?"

After witnessing the clash between the sky-filling divine aura and the hero's self-destruction, resulting in their mutual annihilation, the Black side felt regretful that the Red side's Sky Garden was unscathed, but also couldn't help feeling somewhat relieved.

Spartacus's Noble Phantasm, a massive self-destruction, was too much for them to handle.

They were also unable to cope with Karna's strongest attack.

Now that the enemy's two major trump cards have neutralized each other, this is undoubtedly great news for Black.

"We still have to thank them." As if he could sense the Red Team's frustration, Vlad III no longer needed to suppress his emotions, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips. "It seems that in this all-out battle, we Black Team have gained the upper hand—"

"No, it's not over yet, Your Grace!"

Chiron spoke up abruptly, interrupting Vlad III's jinx: "Someone has taken Red's place in the courtyard... It's New Moon!"

New moon.

The name seemed to possess a magical power, gripping Vlad III's throat and causing the other Servants and Masters to become wary, as if facing a formidable enemy.

He severely injured Vlad III, forcing Darnic to waste two Command Seals; he forcibly bound Astolfo's Master Contract to a Homunculus; on the battlefield, he single-handedly restrained two Black Faction Servants, and even found an opportunity to kill Frankenstein and obtain her power...

If there were a ranking of the Black side's hatred towards the Red side's Servants, then Sakumo would definitely be at the top and firmly hold the throne.

Now that both sides have called a retreat and the turmoil has subsided, what is he planning to do by showing up again?!

Before the Black team could even begin to suspect anything, the strange phenomenon in the sky revealed the answer to them.

The stars shine, but the sun is not visible.

This world seems eternally tranquil.

The earth trembled, and countless dust particles silently rose, reflecting the verdant green of nature, dancing silently in the darkness.

Is that the sky? Or the horizon reflecting the earth?

Only when the dark clouds were broken by the mountains did the people on both sides of the black and red sides see the full appearance of the divine sword and marvel at it.

The mountains formed the outline of the sword, cleaving through mountains as if they were mountains themselves, like a treasure personally crafted by Mother Earth Gaia. The emerald jade was surrounded by an earth-like shell, so orderly yet so terrifying.

Its name is Dust Saw, the weapon wielded by the god of war in Mesopotamian mythology—the green horizon that cuts through thousands of mountains!

The emerald sword flash, powerful enough to cleave a thousand mountains, was pressing down on the Black faction's fortress with such force that it was as if the end of the world had arrived!

"Quickly, stop this attack!"

Chiron spoke urgently, his eyes instantly becoming bloodshot from the backlash caused by his clairvoyance as he watched the dazzling divine energy swirling around the sword. "That sword has the concept of severing; once it hits, all barriers and defenses will be destroyed!"

Although he was the first to see the crisis, he unfortunately only possessed anti-personnel Noble Phantasms, which were completely incapable of stopping such a massive attack. He could only place his hopes on other Servants.

And the Grand Duke, please!

Artoria was still in the middle of the battlefield and couldn't get back in time, so Vlad III and Siegfried exchanged a glance and began to unleash the true names of their Noble Phantasms without hesitation.

"King of Extreme Execution—"

"Fantasy Greatsword - Heavenly Demon Loss - Ugh!"

The silver-haired dragon slayer's expression changed abruptly. He abruptly stopped the release of his Noble Phantasm, spread his arms to trap Koles and Fiore beside him, and tumbled down the city wall.

Boom!

A thick, bucket-like golden bolt of lightning ripped through the dark clouds, splitting into four in mid-air. It pierced straight through the countless barriers of the Mirenia Fortress, striking like a divine lash, its target being the four Masters of the Black Faction present!

"Ouch, that was close!"

Astolfo reacted swiftly, thrusting his grimoire forward to shield Siegfried from the attack; Avisbro, anticipating this, snapped his fingers, causing his golem to rise and sacrifice itself to protect his Master Roger. Had Siegfried not reacted quickly, Fiore and Corles would likely have perished.

"Thank you so much."

Fiore and Corles, having survived the ordeal, thanked Siegfried with immense relief. Siegfried nodded in acknowledgment, then turned to look at the giant sword on the horizon, his eyes filled with solemnity.

The delaying tactic of the new moon has worked; he no longer has time to unleash his Noble Phantasm and can only rely on the Grand Duke to stop this attack.

Faced with a divinely crafted sword that could move mountains and cross seas, anyone would inevitably have doubts:

Can it be blocked?

"This is my territory, my homeland!" The Grand Prince of Wallachia angrily waved his hand, and a thousand pitch-black rafters emerged like soldiers, tightly fitting together in mid-air, transforming into several equally towering giant rafters, fearlessly meeting the divine sword descending from the sky.

"You worthless scoundrels, get out of here!"

The moment the giant rafters collided with the dust saw, the deafening sound nearly shattered everyone's eardrums. Smoke rose from the distance, spreading seemingly slowly but actually rapidly, accompanied by a fierce, gusty wind. But the Black Faction members had no time to marvel; their eyes were glued to the battleground in mid-air, and in their daze, they could only hear the beating of their own hearts.

Click, click.

The crudely assembled rafters could not withstand the weight of the divine sword, and the sound of shattering rang out continuously. The 'giants' created by Vlad III involuntarily bent their knees, kneeling towards the Red Square Garden that looked down upon them.

This was an unforgivable humiliation for Vlad III.

"Gurgle... Ughhhhhhh!"

With his hair flying wildly, veins bulging, and his meticulously crafted robes nearly ripped apart by his muscles, Vlad III recklessly unleashed the power of the King of Punishments, causing a chaotic black storm to appear in the sky.

If the rafters break, then discard all the destroyed ones and use new rafters to hold the line!

If the support is unstable, then fill the structure with more and more rafters, even if it is permanently squeezed and deformed!

At the same time, Vlad III squeezed out his remaining power to create hundreds of rafters that frantically rammed into the divine sword. For a moment, the booming sound was deafening, and the sonic waves spread out one after another. The androids in the fortress covered their ears in pain, and even bled, howling and rolling around amidst the sounds that resembled the battle of prehistoric beasts.

But Vlad III abandoned elegance and his act of pure violence was also very effective—the fall of the emerald greatsword slowed down to a visible speed, even stopped, and the divine light on its surface dimmed.

"Then, I'll return it all to you!"

Vlad III clenched his fists tightly, and the black rafter giants shouted in unison, gripping the treasure tightly and throwing the divine sword together towards the red side's garden.

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