Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The Grand Prince of Wallachia, wielding his spear against the new moon, had lost his usual elegance, splendor, and ferocity. Now, only the dignity of a hero sustained him in the fight. That alone gave him the strength to battle.

However, defeating the new moon under these circumstances would be an impossible task.

"So that's how it is. My power won't work here..." Even a tyrannical king had to admit his disadvantage at this moment. "But even if I stake the name of the Dragon Lord, I will defeat you..."

Boring platitudes.

Shuoyue saw through the enemy's bluff at a glance. He indifferently raised his hand, loaded the magic bullet into the fist gun, and planned to kill the weakened Black Faction leader within three rounds.

But—an unexpected event occurred.

"No, it's not that victory is impossible."

Above the two men, who were on the verge of exchanging blows, stood a magician dressed in a white and gold robe on the roof.

“Danick…” Shuoyue frowned, raised her gun as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The bullets shattered one after another, and the fragments drew blood on Danic's face. His expression changed slightly, and he no longer dared to be arrogant. Instead, he moved behind Vlad III and continued to speak.

"King of Romania, you wouldn't want to disappear in such a humiliating place, would you? Is this how a hero, summoned to this land with hope, would be?"

"Danick? What are you doing here...?!"

"Is that even a question? You pathetic King of Wallachia." To stop Danic from actually using his trump card, Shuoyue, who understood the plot, spoke up, revealing Danic's actions in the original story in advance, "You still have that Noble Phantasm, right? The Noble Phantasm called 'Bloodline'!"

At the sound of Shuoyue's loud voice, all the Servants present stopped in their tracks, not only because of the Black Faction leader who had suddenly arrived on the battlefield, but also because of the deadly killing intent that erupted from Vlad III as soon as Shuoyue finished speaking.

"What did you say!!!"

"Heh, it seems you've figured it out. What else could possibly turn the tide of battle besides that overpowered Noble Phantasm?"

As Vlad III turned his head, piercing his Master with murderous intent, Darnic raised his voice in return, rejecting Sakugetsu's provocation.

"No! How could I possibly do such a thing? You underestimate me too much, Shuoyue!"

What?!"

With an incredulous whisper, Shuoyue watched as Danic raised his arm, the last Command Seal beginning to glow. She immediately cast aside all hesitation, aimed at the magician's head, and ran while firing!

The bullet pierced the air, flashing with a cold light, carrying a deadly aura as it hurtled towards them, but was defended by the weakened but still present rafters. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Danic released his last Master's authority.

Command it with a command spell!

The mythology in the Type-Moon universe is mostly true, which puts historical heroes at a great disadvantage... So, Grand Duke, your heart is breaking.

Chapter 480 Black's Final Charge

The Bloodline Legacy is the final forbidden technique, a treasure that even the hero himself would despise, like an 'innocent monster'.

After all, Vlad III's fame as the "Piercing Duke" pales in comparison to his power as "Dracula the Vampire." Upon unleashing this Noble Phantasm, Vlad III will be imbued with fictional vampire power, rendering physical attacks nullifiable, and even transforming Servants into familiars. He can also transform into mist or bat forms, and in addition to sharp fangs and superhuman strength, he can sprout wooden stakes from his body to pierce opponents.

Vlad III the monarch is no match for Dracula the vampire; this is an indisputable fact, a legacy of legend passed down through generations, and it does not change based on the hero's own will.

However, Vlad III's pride prevented him from using this Noble Phantasm. He even warned Darnic before the Holy Grail War that the use of 'Bloodline' was absolutely forbidden.

However, as a magician, Danic also regarded his followers as familiars. The reason he was so respectful to Vlad III was simply to better utilize the power of this 'weapon'—at most, he was more skilled at disguise than the Osares. Vlad III did not have the ability of the new moon to see through illusions.

Now that Black is in dire straits, how could Danic, who yearns to become a nobleman and build a 'millennial golden tree', possibly give up any chance to win?

However, there are still aspects that are difficult to understand.

Shuoyue twirled his fist guns, the two guns roaring incessantly as they ravaged the rafters that were less than a person's height, while his mind raced with thoughts.

The first Command Seal allowed the severely wounded Vlad III to escape and return to the fortress of Mirania.

The second Command Seal repaired Vlad III's soul core, preventing the Grand Duke from falling before the great war began.

In other words, Danic now only has one Command Seal left.

What can he do to get the Grand Duke to activate the 'Bloodline' and willingly win the Holy Grail for their World Tree?

Danic quickly gave him the answer.

"By the Command Spell—Grand Duke, fight once more for Romania, for Yggdrasilia!"

As he spoke, Danic sent the pale blue orb of light, resembling a divine pulse, into the Grand Duke's body. At the same time, the Command Seal shattered, and miraculous power descended.

"Oh, this is it!" Vlad III took a deep breath, feeling the power filling his body again. With a wave of his hand, countless rafters shot out fiercely, spreading out like venomous snakes and the darkness of night!

"What!" Shuoyue was surprised to find that her magic bullet was deflected. In desperation, she could only use a substitution magic to dodge. At the same time, the other Servants of the Red Team were also attacked by Vlad III and dodged in a sorry state, creating distance between themselves.

“This familiar feeling…” Shuoyue wiped the bloodstains from her face, her eyes sharp.

Before them, the rafters expanded and multiplied at a visible speed, like wild beasts baring their sharp teeth, spreading out layer upon layer, roaring towards the red team!

"King of Extreme Execution"

The king who guarded the territory issued a decree, and in the narrow corridor, countless rafters roared forward like a black torrent, like a returning rage, rushing towards the enemies ahead!

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell.

With a flick of his sleeve, the young man used projection magic to create coins that tumbled and fell. An electromagnetic field was created in the void, and amidst the flowing golden light, it locked onto the surging torrent of rafters.

"go with!"

With Shuoyue's command, the seemingly ordinary coin tore through space, transforming into a roaring golden dragon that pounced on the black rafters, tearing them to pieces bit by bit!

Black fragments flew everywhere, scattering haphazardly across the walls, floors, and even the Dragon Fang Soldiers and puppets. Flander III's offensive was halted, but the Red Faction's Servants stared at the sneering Black Faction King, their hearts heavy with unease.

Despite being a garden ruled by the Empress, Vlad III, the demon general who protected the country, has restored the precision, power, and density of his Noble Phantasm to what it was like in Romania.

In other words, Vlad III has returned to his peak! And the Grand Duke, back to his peak, is far more troublesome than Dracula, who has transformed into a vampire, lost his mind, and is restrained by the Holy Seal and garlic!

But how is this done?

“Command Seals and…spiritual veins?!” Recalling Darnic’s actions, Sakugetsu suddenly realized, “You actually extracted the spiritual veins of Romania and injected them directly into the Servant’s body!”

What recklessness, what a daring attempt! When Vlad III carries the concept of 'Romania' within him, it means that he is always in his own territory. Even if such behavior is extremely risky, the existence of Command Seals is like a powerful adhesive, forcibly blending the Servant's body, which is essentially magic, with the concept of spiritual veins!

Even Shuoyue had to admire Danic's brilliant ideas and his ruthlessness.

It's important to understand that the magical base of Yggdrasilia belongs to Romania, and Danic's actions undoubtedly gambled the entire future of Yggdrasil on Vlad III.

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Once Vlad III is defeated and dies, it means that the magical foundation of the Yggdrasil will be completely destroyed, and Yggdrasil will be utterly defeated and collapse!

“I have to thank you for this, Shuoyue.” Danic’s eyes were bloodshot, but having come this far, he wouldn’t allow himself to regret it. “Thanks to your demonstration of the technique of stripping away spiritual veins back then, I was able to use the connections of the Clock Tower to reverse-engineer this magical technique! If you were born in modern times, with your talent, you would probably be able to easily obtain the title of Grand Master!”

Those fools at the Clock Tower who sat back and watched the tigers fight...

Shuoyue scoffed and resumed her fighting stance: "So what? This is Red Team territory. Even with the Empress's support, you are still no match for us!"

"Oh, really?" Chiron chuckled. "Why do I feel that our fighting strength is evenly matched?"

"Tsk..." The Empress's displeased voice rang out in the courtyard.

Chiron is right. Excluding the Blue team, the Red team has six Servants: Semiramis, Mordred, Karna, Achilles, Atalanta, and New Moon, including two top-tier Servants (New Moon the Assassin is not included).

But Black is equally formidable: Vlad III, Siegfried, Chiron, Avisbronn, Astolfo, and...

"I'm late, is everyone alright?"

Two golden beams of light streaked across the battlefield, one of which landed on the black camp. A woman with stunning beauty and an imposing aura held a holy spear, her holy blue eyes sweeping over the black team members one by one before landing on the restless Mordred and the silent, cold-smiling Shuoyue, exuding an aura of authority without anger.

Black, Artoria, arrive at the battlefield!

Her appearance made the red team's Servants look grim. No one would underestimate this Servant who single-handedly reversed Spartacus's self-destruction. Moreover, as King Arthur, she was undoubtedly a top-tier Servant.

With Vlad III back to his peak and Siegfried still active, the Black faction's top-tier Servants are clearly a cut above the Red faction's.

Moreover, the Arbitrator, who bears a resemblance to King Arthur and wields the holy banner, stands opposite the Red Team, watching the assassin in black robes and uttering targeted remarks:

"Given the Red Faction's various actions and the unusual nature of this Holy Grail War—please allow me to meet your Red Faction's Master."

"This is impossible!"

Red Semiramis rejected the arbiter without hesitation. Seeing this, Joan of Arc took one last deep, deep look at the new moon, and then began to walk forward.

"Then, I will find the answer in my own way."

The moment the saintess took her first step, the empress's garden reacted instantly. Countless chains stretched out from all directions, crisscrossing and hindering the enemy's advance. There was also an endless surge of ice and lightning, throwing the enemy into purgatory.

"Stop them!" The Red Team Servants, under the Empress's command, began to move. Facing the menacing enemy army, Vlad III merely turned his head to look at the Servants who had fought alongside him until now.

"Do you still have the strength to move forward?!"

The power of a Command Seal is limited. Once the time is up, the ley line will completely detach, and may even clash with the Servant's body, resulting in its destruction along with Vlad III.

In other words, Black's advantage time is only a few minutes long.

Vlad III would never retreat; what he had to do was to fight for the future while he was burning himself out!

Faced with the Grand Duke's question, no one voiced any objection. Even those who were inclined to side with the Blues were moved by Vlad III's resolute determination and chose to uphold their loyalty.

Avisbro and Chiron stood guard behind Vlad III, Siegfried and Artoria stood side by side, and Astolfo led the way, protecting the leader in the center.

"Your will."

"Hahahaha!" Looking at the heroes of the Black side, Vlad III, who had fought alone, burst into laughter, almost as if he were venting his life's emotions. The rafters howled mournfully, charging fiercely at all obstacles in his path, as unshakable as his burning will.

"Then, let's launch the final charge together!"

In the original storyline, Darnic used three Command Seals in succession: "Use the Legacy of Blood," "I must obtain the Holy Grail," and "Inscribe my existence upon Vlad III." To fulfill his long-cherished wish, all three were indispensable.

However, in this story, he only had one Command Seal left at the beginning, which means that Danic dared not do this, otherwise the mad vampire would be meaningless, which is why he finally used this method... I personally think this move is more reasonable.

Chapter 481 The Lament of Wallachia

There are countless conflicts and contests, battles and battlefields that have forged the names of heroes.

The Trojan War; the Battle of Calydon; the Siege of Bartra; the battles between the Kurukshetra and the Pandavas… Even the new moon once waved the banner of the Great Qin Black Bird and galloped across the land of Rome.

However, they had never witnessed such a breathtaking charge. Even though there were only six people charging into battle, they were undoubtedly renowned heroes, shining like stars and as precious as gold.

The corridor rumbled, and amidst the howling blue mist, the divine eagle once again appeared, supporting the paladin wielding a golden lance, leading the way.

"Hear my voice, you who are far away! Come and meet me, you who are near! I am Astolfo, one of the twelve warriors of King Charlemagne! Here and now, in a fair and square battle, let us settle this once and for all!!"

For a brief moment, the entire area seemed to fall into a deathly silence, with only a deafening roar emanating from the eagle, bursting forth from beneath the rafters spreading in all directions.

One against a thousand!