Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

A mysterious light shone from the 'One Touch and You', the power of causality gathering within it, advancing forward like an iron wall alongside Astolfo. Any enemy who dared to stand in its way would be ruthlessly trampled by the eagle, or knocked to the ground by the 'One Touch and You', never to rise again.

A mighty wind, like a plow, swept across the bones and scorched earth of the dragon-tooth soldiers. The scorching flames summoned by Karna and the golden lightning of the new moon intertwined, shattering the golem created by Avisbroun and burning through the rafters of Vlad III, revealing the dragon slayer holding aloft his demonic sword!

"The evil dragon will eventually fall, severing all light and shadow. The world is now at its sunset—"

Sensing the gathering of malevolent magic, the red forces that had been blocking them separated on their own, revealing a pale-faced spearman wielding a terrifying divine spear, his eyes now burning with intense heat!

"Brahma, cover the earth!"

"Fantasy Great Sword·The Demon Lost!"

The light of dusk and sunrise collided once more. The Wind King's barrier howled, carrying the Black team through the energy turbulence and charging toward the Red team at undiminished speed.

"I will not let you succeed!" Achilles summoned his cavalry, and the three-horse chariot began to rumble forward; at the same time, Atalanta, swift as the wind, leaped into the air, her bow drawn to its fullest extent:

"Polaris, go!"

Chariots and arrows arrived riding on magical light, but the black side's brilliance shone just as brightly!

"Manipulation begins"

The master puppeteer's fingers trembled slightly, as if plucking the strings of a harp. The Kabbalah spread across the Empress's garden, and life was born from the soil, transforming into beings called 'puppets'. One by one, they fell to the ground, solidifying into incredibly strong tripwires that restrained Achilles' gallop.

"Scorpio, pierce through the stars!"

The forest sage sprinted forward, drawing his bow and firing a rapid-fire barrage of arrows with exquisite skill. He knocked down the Ta-Miao's arrows while simultaneously aiming his arrows at the huntress's pretty face with undiminished speed.

"clang!"

With a deafening roar, the menacing fist shattered. Shuoyue tilted her hand back, still unfazed, and snapped her fingers. One weapon after another appeared, locked in orbit by the electromagnetic field, and shot out like cannonballs.

It's sizzling!

The sounds of metal and wood breaking rang out together. As fragments flew, Vlad III's hair fluttered as he stared directly at the cold-faced Shuoyue. The next moment, a crimson figure replaced the black-robed assassin. Golden hair flew freely, and the lion's eyes, filled with violence, locked onto the 'father' who had the same appearance.

"Rebellion against my gorgeous father!"

The magnificent silver light on the sword was twisted by hatred, and the surging loathing was magnified a thousand times and shot out, all so that the person could receive his heart's desire.

Everyone knew who the Noble Phantasm was aimed at, and everyone made way for the ever-victorious king, clad in silver armor, to step out from the crowd. Instead of using the Holy Lance, he drew the Holy Sword from his waist, raised it high to the sky, and called for the arrival of starlight and hope.

"Oath—The Sword of Victory!"

Under the glow of fantasy, the girl's hatred was easily purified. The star-like current transformed by magic surged forward, only to be torn apart by a swift green shadow. Achilles, wielding a lance, laughed loudly. The warrior's fighting spirit seemed to physically destroy the tripwires on the ground. Two divine horses raised their heads and neighed, carrying the cavalryman forward along with other famous horses from the Greek era.

"Come on, Black, our battle isn't over yet!"

"Stay out of the way!"

Vlad III's sleeves fluttered, and the sharp rafters transformed into a barrier even harder than the puppet, like a shield studded with spikes blocking his way, once again hindering Achilles' charge.

"Tsk!" Achilles scoffed, then leaped up, rising into the sky like a green streak of light.

The spear flew from his hand!

The extremely violent spear light swept across everything, destroying the rafters of Valazia. However, Artoria clenched her hand, and thousands of storms condensed into a single strand, piercing through the void in the blink of an eye and knocking down the green meteor in mid-air!

From the start of the charge until now, the Black team's speed has never been hindered; the heroes are advancing, advancing, advancing—

Until the end of land and sky, until we reach the other side of our wishes and dreams!

This can't go on any longer.

Shuoyue coldly watched the Black Faction's charge, the golden gem on her chest absorbing the scattered magic power and accumulating strength.

He turned to Mordred and asked, "Do you have enough magic reserves?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" the rebellious knight replied rudely. "I won't stop until they stop, not even if I have to use a Command Seal!"

So Shuoyue turned her head to look at Karna, and the pale, handsome spearman returned an affirmative look.

"Go ahead and do it, I will do my best to help you." Atalanta placed her trust in the young man without hesitation. As she looked at Achilles, who was galloping ahead and interfering with the Black Faction's vision, she smiled slightly and her figure disappeared like a shadow.

"Then let's respond to Black's determination."

After the new moon concealed its presence and completely disappeared, Mordred let out a lion-like roar, and crimson flames surged forth. She aimed at the figure she longed for and once again unleashed the true name of Calamity.

"Rebellion against my gorgeous father!"

Amidst the dazzling light and shadow, another figure soared into the sky. Even though the golden armor was broken, in return, Karna's God-Slaying Spear would be invincible!

Three thousand flames burned away, and the solemn eye of the god opened behind him. Surging red lotuses dyed Karna's hair crimson. In a state of holiness and oppressive power akin to a deity descending to earth, he unleashed a shot whose power was comparable to that of a nation:

"Brahma, curse me!"

The divine spear shot out like a giant arrow, mingling with ominous magic mixed with hatred, transforming into a terrifying death ray that was neither holy nor demonic, shattering the air and destroying cities, and hurtling towards the Black Faction's Servants with such force.

The azure storm was torn apart, the Wind King's barrier shattered, and Artoria grasped the Holy Lance without hesitation. The holy light bathed her, making her tall and ethereal, like a goddess, holy and awe-inspiring.

She stood in front of all the Black Faction Servants, her thin lips parted slightly.

"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor."

The Tower of Light, which holds the stars together, is unsealed, and its dazzling radiance rises, standing shoulder to shoulder with the howling death rays. Artoria raises the Holy Lance to her chest like a sword, and the spiraling radiance expands in an instant. In that instant, a storm of light rises from the vortex.

"The light that shoots from the end is the fury of a storm that tears the sky and connects the earth—shining in the spear of the end!"

Light is rushing, light is spreading, light is purifying everything, and devouring everything!

Unleashing its magic without reservation, the Spear of the Farthest Expansion, which sings the praises of starlight, exerted unprecedented power at this moment. Even the Hanging Gardens trembled violently, and the mystery and concepts it contained were almost completely wiped away by this strike, unable to remain on the surface of the world.

Even the death that combined two A+ level Noble Phantasms could not break through the brilliance of the Holy Lance. Artoria single-handedly blocked the combined attack of Karna and Mordred!

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However, the stronger the light, the deeper the shadow.

Unbeknownst to anyone, an assassin lurked amidst the interplay of light and shadow, appearing deep within the Black Faction's territory, right where their leader was located.

"There are those in the world who are destined to die, but none can escape the fate of death."

Only the iridescent blue illuminated the darkness, and the red and black sides were astonished to discover that an assassin in a black robe was already wielding a gauntlet, using the blade of the spear tip to slash at Vlad III's spirit core!

"All things in the universe are unreal, this world has come to an end, farewell—Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, Transformation of No Boundaries!"

The assassin's Noble Phantasm is unleashed; Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's spear blades break through the rafters, the raging wind, and the robes—until they strike!

The sensation of her shattered spirit core was transmitted through the gun. Before Shuoyue could even savor the joy of her successful assassination, her arm was gripped tightly by the man.

"You've finally arrived, Shuoyue."

"what?!"

Along with the gasp of astonishment came the sound of bones and flesh being torn apart. Shuoyue staggered back in pain, her right arm hanging limply at her side, clearly broken.

What he found most incomprehensible was Vlad III's current state.

"The spirit core has clearly been destroyed..."

Vlad III also lacked any skills related to continuing combat, so he should have left the stage at that point!

"I didn't expect that even with constant vigilance, I still couldn't dodge your attack?" Vlad III looked down at his shattered chest, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by some kind of madness.

“Well done, Shuoyue. You truly deserve to be the most dangerous assassin in this war.”

Compared to the goddess empress who possessed a courtyard and the radiant King Arthur, Shuoyue was clearly the true shadow assassin worthy of the name of assassin.

Even as he praised Shuoyue's achievements, Vlad did not eliminate her, nor did he even turn his head. What flowed from the pierced part was not blood, but an unidentified object resembling a black shadow. The originally elegant black nobleman's robe was torn to shreds—what was exposed from the inside was not blood and flesh, but a shadow with mass.

"The stench of rotting blood..." Atalanta, standing protectively in front of Shuoyue, glared at Vlad III with a hint of irritation. "You... you actually turned into a vampire on your own initiative?"

“Becoming a vampire won’t help; the destruction of the spirit core is irreversible.” Shuoyue pulled Ta Miao back quickly, dodging another round of rafter attacks. “He’s just using that skill to prolong his life.”

"Grand Duke?"

Upon hearing Shuoyue's assessment, the Black faction's momentum faltered, and they couldn't help but look at their leader.

With blood-red, cruel eyes and a monster exposing sharp fangs, he also looked back at his companions. Even though his face was ferocious, his voice remained calm and ruthless.

"I believe in... Yu!"

Under the watchful eyes of the Black Faction Servants, Vlad III twisted his arms, plunged his hand into his own chest with a swift chop, and deliberately tore his own chest apart!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Like the sound of paper being torn apart, flesh was ripped apart, nerves were broken, and bones were crushed and scattered. All the sacrifices turned into bats with outstretched wings and rafters with sharp fangs, spreading in all directions in unprecedented numbers and quality!

The cursed bats tore at the red team's servants, and the rafters broke through layer after layer of barriers. The black team's servants, surrounding the dying king, continued to break through the defenses and charge towards their destination.

This is the blood of the King of Wallachia, a sacrifice belonging to vampires!

Achilles, Karna, and Atalanta instinctively tried to stop them, but suddenly, their expressions changed drastically, their auras plummeted like a geyser, and even their forms became unstable!

"What happened?!" The chariot dissipated on its own, and Achilles stared incredulously at his palm, muttering in disbelief, "The contract... has been severed?!"

"Could it be that, Master!" Karna's face showed such intense emotion for the first time. He exchanged a glance with Achilles and Tamon, and decisively abandoned the Black Faction's Servants, rushing towards the direction they sensed in the darkness.

A rainbow-blue light danced in her eyes. Shuoyue gazed at the three Servants who had fled the battlefield, then turned to look at the increasingly weakened 'Vampire'. She couldn't help but slow her pace, lower her head, and pay her highest respects to this lord who had fought from the beginning to the present.

"Using the last vestiges of his sanity to weaken his life force, and then using 'blood inheritance' to enhance his attack power... that's truly insane."

As for the strange behavior of the three Servants of the Red Team, he seemed completely unsurprised. At this moment, only the image of Vlad III came into view.

"The obsession to reclaim the Holy Grail, even if it means resorting to the power of corruption... I deeply admire that."

The figures of the Black Faction members disappeared from sight, just as the curtain slowly fell on Vlad III's second life.

—Just a little bit more and my wish will come true.

After traversing the long corridor, the Black faction saw the only door. Once they opened it, there was no doubt that they would find the all-powerful wish machine they craved.

Having lost his source of magic and excessively exploited his own power, Vlad III could barely move and could only be supported by his subordinates as he inch forward. The power of the curse lingered, causing his crumbling body to proliferate and change on its own. Countless shadows peeled off and regrown, and one eyeball burst open with a pop. In the empty eye socket, shadows writhed like layers of nauseating flesh.

The vampire's corruption descended upon him.

But it was forcibly calmed down by the hero's will.

“Grand Duke…” Standing in front of the door, Astolfo hesitated for a long time before turning around and involuntarily looking at Vlad III.

In the man's only intact right eye, there remained a captivating light, an obsession that even Mordred found difficult to look directly at.

With the Holy Grail, cleanse your name of your filth.

Struggle is necessary, and ugliness is nothing to fear.

History is written by the victors, so as long as one seizes the golden cauldron of desire and pours out one's wishes through the pen, all past wounds can be healed.

His eyes said it all, so Astolfo no longer hesitated, and with tears in his eyes, he opened the door. A wide brick staircase stretched straight down, and there stood a colossal church building that seemed to pierce through the top floor.