Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

That was not the sound of a sword striking; on the contrary, the verdant horizon that had cleaved through thousands of mountains dissipated into spiritual particles in mid-air, and the 'god' in the sky roared as if in anger.

I felt the surging air currents created when the air was ignited, and heard the roar of a hurricane.

In the dim world, behind the thick clouds, in the oppressive leaden gray-black, a scorching red light suddenly emerged, igniting the darkness, stretching out wildly, upward, forward, outlining a fiery remnant.

As if to ignite everything, the divine sword forged from lava and pure fire emerged from the clouds.

Vlad III's smug smirk froze; Chiron's eyes streamed with tears, unable to look directly at him; Siegfried instinctively drew his sword, but was stopped by Liu Dao Lingxia.

As if to set everything ablaze, the Hell Scythe, the dawn horizon that burns and drives the seas, transformed into outstretched demonic wings, scattering an overwhelming calamity upon the suffering world!

This is the end of the sky and the sea, a chaotic furnace that melts away all things. Endlessly pulsating is the purifying flame that burns everything to ashes. Before this crimson sword flash, good and evil, heaven and sea, enemies and hostile beings will all equally dissolve and vanish in the dawn!

Under the blank and desperate gaze of the Black faction, the Hell Scythe fell from the clouds, moving between heaven and earth, acting as the embodiment of the gods' wrath.

Tearing apart all the blockades and barriers, the city of Mirenia was split in two, and its exposed rocky ground gradually crumbled and scattered, revealing the inner workings of the fortress!

And the golden cauldron of wishes has also revealed its true nature!

Don't underestimate these two A-rank divine artifacts. Keep in mind that Vlad III's Executioner's Blade was only B-rank, not to mention that anything Gilgamesh could collect into his treasury was a valuable item.

Chapter 478 Oh my god, the Empress has raided our home!

After the new moon projected a divinely created giant sword that destroyed the fortress of Mirania, Semiramis immediately ordered the Sky Garden to move towards the Black Faction's base.

"Hmm, I was originally thinking that destroying that fortress would take some effort, but now it's much easier. After all, I thought that only a Noble Phantasm could solve the problem... I didn't expect that the new moon is just as formidable as King Arthur."

On her lofty throne, the Empress rested her chin on her hand, a hint of apprehension hidden in her slightly narrowed eyes.

She could sense the immense divine power contained within the two giant swords, whose concepts of 'opening up' and 'cutting off' were particularly effective against any building.

The same was true of the fortress of Mirenia, and also of her aerial gardens, perhaps even more so.

It's a fantasy forcibly created using magic. If it were to be struck by any one of the scythes or dust saws, it would undoubtedly be exposed and reduced to the most basic clods of earth or tree branches.

Fortunately, he wasn't a member of the Black Party...

Suppressing her relief, the Empress looked up and addressed the retreating Servants:

"Everyone has worked hard. It seems your boiling blood hasn't calmed down yet—it's okay, just bear with it for a bit, we'll be fighting again soon."

Upon hearing this, Ta Miao withdrew her gaze from stealing glances at Shuo Yue and asked, puzzled:

"I don't mind that, but what are we supposed to do getting close to that fortress now? Are we going to just go and kill the Master?"

"Is that even a question? Of course they should return the Greater Grail."

In an instant, all the Servants present fell silent. Achilles and Atalanta exchanged bewildered glances, and even the pale-faced Karna looked at the Empress with surprise.

"You mean you want them to return it? No, come to think of it... how are they supposed to return it?"

The Empress smiled and pointed to the floor:

"The reason this sky garden floats in the air is entirely based on a concept called 'reverse'. Plants always grow downwards, and water always flows upwards."

The courtyard stopped above the fortress of Milenia. If the residents of Torifas were to look up and see this vast courtyard, obscured even by moonlight, what would they think? They certainly wouldn't be able to maintain a normal mental state.

"Watch closely, you shallow magicians. This is the true realm of magic."

Semiramis let out a haughty laugh and spread his hands to release the spell.

Boom! A fierce wind began to blow at the bottom of the courtyard. The airflow, which resembled a tornado, connected to the fortress like a pipe and went straight to the Great Grail that the new moon had opened up underground.

"Alright, bring it out to me now, Holy Grail! Let me see your form, constructed by divine magic, both ugly and beautiful!"

The spiraling storm pierced the heart of the Mirenia fortress like steel needles, tearing apart brick walls and destroying doors and windows. The poor androids, before they could even recover from the clash of Noble Phantasms, were helplessly thrown out of their rooms by the gale and torn to pieces by the flying debris, becoming tools for persecuting their own people.

The Greater Grail, in the form of the Winter Maiden, is also gradually moving towards the Red Garden under this conceptual pull.

“That is the Greater Grail…” Atalanta muttered to herself with a speechless expression. Not only her, but Karna, Achilles and even Shakespeare were stunned. The enormous, colorless and transparent magical power that had been accumulating for more than sixty years was now swirling there.

"That's the Holy Grail! Excellent! That's wonderful! Fantastic! Fantastic, fantastic!! Even I can feel the overwhelming magic here! It makes me want to rush in and drown in it, even to become one with it! Yet, the exposed human-like ugliness! It's just like the saying, 'Clean is dirty, and dirty is clean!'"

Shakespeare let out a cry of passionate joy. If it were the Greater Grail, as long as the wish wasn't too grand, calling it an "omnipotent wish-granting machine" would indeed be no exaggeration. It was only natural that his followers would become so excited.

"Hmph, it's already completely integrated with the spiritual vein. It'll take some time to separate it, but we can't just sit idly by. It's coming, everyone."

No one dares to attack the Greater Grail unless they ascend to the Garden and sever the Empress's spell; otherwise, Black can only watch helplessly as Red succeeds.

Without the Empress needing to remind them, all the Servants present noticed the change. To prevent the Greater Grail from being forcibly taken, the Black Faction's Servants began to arrive one after another.

"I must focus my power on the Greater Grail for now; I'm leaving the rest to you. If we don't make it through this period, your wishes will be in vain. Please act with caution."

"Well then, thanks to the Holy Grail, I've suddenly been inspired to create something, so I'll have to take my leave now!"

I said, "You should at least help me out."

Ignoring the helpless looks of the crowd, Shakespeare hurriedly ran to the workshop built especially for him—that is, his "study".

"Oh, right, there's something I forgot to mention. This courtyard doesn't belong to Romania. You should keep that in mind during the battle."

Leaving behind those words, Red vanished without a trace. As for the Greater Grail, although the process is quite slow, it is indeed being gradually stripped away from Tulipas.

If Black still harbors the idea of ​​reclaiming the Holy Grail, this is their last chance.

"That's... the new moon?!"

A look of astonishment crossed her beautiful face. In the very center of the battlefield, where radiating depressions met her gaze, Artoria looked at the surprised Jeanne and sighed inwardly.

There was absolutely no way that Shuoyue would reveal everything. In other words, Joan of Arc, this foolish girl, had been kept in the dark all along, unaware of everything Shuoyue had secretly planned, and only thought of him as an envoy sent by the Clock Tower.

However, his act of seizing the Holy Grail from the Reds at this moment clearly demonstrated his stance. Moreover, his two sword strikes had killed countless androids and even magicians in the fortress, and nearly affected innocent residents of Tulifas. This was an act that Joan of Arc could not tolerate.

Just as Artoria thought, Joan of Arc began to question her own 'revelation' for the first time.

Is Shuoyue really the key to saving this Holy Grail War, as the revelation suggests?

"I'm sorry, although I still have many questions for you, I must now go to the Red Team's garden and find Shuoyue to get some answers!"

After hastily uttering these words to Artoria, Joan of Arc quickened her pace and hurried toward the fortress.

"Oh, right, and that too, thank you!"

Watching the saintess disappear from sight while expressing her gratitude, Artoria smiled helplessly. Then, her smile faded, and she looked at a certain figure standing in the sky garden, becoming even more convinced of her judgment.

This form of Shuoyueqing is very dangerous.

But they happened to be master and servant, and Shuoyueqing was also holding three command seals in her hand...

Unable to find a solution, the ahoge sighed helplessly and, in its spiritual form, rushed toward the Greater Grail.

I hope I can trust you, Shuoyueqing.

Thus, the second war, centered around the struggle for the Holy Grail, began once again.

Shakespeare, Andersen, and Dumas are not very useful in regular Holy Grail Wars, but in this kind of faction war, their power becomes crucial, just like Merlin and Kongming in the FGO game. Having them or not makes a world of difference in difficulty.

Even if it's a storyline I created, Sabbie is still incredibly important... Of course, I won't spoil it (laughs).

Chapter 479 The Last Command Seal

The hurricane ripped an entire rock stratum off its surface, and the underground water surged and churned. As the Greater Grail gradually detached itself, the golden light shimmering in the water faded away, as if foreshadowing a certain future.

"I never expected there would be such a method..."

While the Black Faction members were still in chaos, Danik, the true leader of Yggdmirena, was already standing above the city wall, indifferently watching what he had guarded for more than sixty years slowly slip away from his embrace and disappear before his eyes.

A fierce wind blew in, tearing at his platinum robes, but Danic remained oblivious, silently gazing at the absurd scene before him.

Now, Yggdrasilia, which has been protected for so long, is driven to the brink of destruction... This is a fact.

When the Reds played the "Sky Garden" move, it proved that their preparations were far more thorough than the Blacks', and their defeat was inevitable.

However, this level of hardship has occurred countless times in the past century... Eighty years ago, Yggdrasil received a prophecy of decline, that he would never again be able to rise to prominence as a magician.

A glint flashed in Danic's eyes. Under the illumination of the familiars he was monitoring, he saw the man wearing a golden mask bid farewell to his young master and turn to walk towards the battlefield. He saw Fiore sitting in a wheelchair, still calmly directing her family members. He saw the sage holding a longbow leap over the roof ridge and onto the courtyard.

I participated in the Holy Grail War, exploited nations and armies, and sometimes even used my accomplices as pawns. In order to prolong my life, I constantly devoured the souls of others, and now I don't even know who I am anymore.

A breeze blew by, and his summoned powerful servant, Vlad III, was being carried by countless rafters to the battlefield, his arms crossed. Eagles cried out, and the pink-haired paladin, along with the dragon slayer of the Netherlands, transformed into shooting stars and sped towards the sky.

These are the warriors of the Thousand World Tree, Darnik's last trump card.

Standing on the slowly rising stone, Darnic, the only Master who personally went to the battlefield, had never felt so excited as he did now.

Even so, I must obtain the Greater Grail; how could I possibly hand it over to someone else!

Just as both sides had anticipated, the battle erupted the moment they stepped into the garden, with heroes seeking out their respective opponents and once again engaging in fierce combat.

"It saves me the trouble of looking for you, Shuoyue. This time, I'll definitely skewer you!"

"I apologize for my rudeness earlier. Let's fight again here to show you some respect—I'll be the one to defeat you, Black!"

"Master... no, Black's side, come on, let's continue our battle!"

Fireballs hurtled through the corridor, but the rafters coalesced into shields to block them; a magician wearing a golden mask embedded gems into the walls, and a giant golem was created using the magic of the courtyard, utterly crushing the charging dragon tooth soldiers; arrows were fired, and the ever-destroying giant golem was also destroyed; longbows clashed with lances, but this time, the master once again seized his apprentice's weakness and threw him away with his back to the ground.

It was like a replay of a ground war, but this time, the situation had changed dramatically.

It wasn't just because the Empress joined the battle, harassing the Black faction and greatly hindering their advance; nor was it just because Karna lost his golden armor, inevitably putting him at a disadvantage in his fight against Siegfried; nor was it just because Frankenstein's departure reduced the Black faction's numbers, leaving Atalanta without anyone to restrain her—

"Sure enough."

"Well……!"

The black figure became lost in the dark corridors, and each time he appeared, he drove Vlad III of the Black faction into a desperate situation.

The rafters were thrust out, but were utterly destroyed by a hand chop. The ruthless and precise attack truly lived up to the name of an assassin.

"This aerial garden is the territory controlled by the Red Team, not yours. In other words—as long as you are in this garden, you are not the hero who saves the country."

Seeing the new moon slowly approaching him, Vlad III couldn't help but take a step back, gritting his teeth as he activated his Noble Phantasm.

"The blood-stained ghost king!"

Even though the pronunciation was exactly the same, the quality of the Noble Phantasm had inevitably dropped. It was only a C-rank Noble Phantasm, and its speed and sharpness were completely different from before. It couldn't even break through the airflow around Shuoyue. With a jolt, the young man was easily repelled.

His power is decreasing. If Vlad III exerted 100% of his power just now, he is now only at most 60%, or even less.

"'The Hanging Gardens of Vanity' is a fortress artifact that can control a certain area. In other words, this is not the Romania where you were worshipped as a hero. Vlad III, your fame has been reduced to zero."

The assassin pressed on relentlessly, using words to undermine Vlad III's will to fight. Once his will weakened, his end would come like an avalanche.

While figures like Karna the Red also have virtually no fame, his power as a benchmark is entirely different from Vlad III's. As long as legends about him persist somewhere in the world, Karna will undoubtedly be a great hero. On the other hand, once outside of Romania, Vlad III is merely a bloodthirsty vampire.