Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Its momentum was so great that it even shook the Empress's Courtyard, which was suspended in mid-air!

"What's going on!" Chiron transformed into a gentle breeze, traversing the chapel as if walking on flat ground. Standing at the edge of the courtyard, he looked down and what came into view through his 'clairvoyance' was the blurry shape of a giant standing fifteen meters tall!

On this day, people once again recalled the fear of being dominated by giants.

"It seems they didn't explain this to you." After sweeping Mordred away, Artoria said calmly:

"Black Avisbron has secretly submitted to my Master, which means that the commotion below must be caused by..."

"Oh no!" Before Ahoge could finish speaking, Chiron, Astolfo, and Siegfried all changed their expressions drastically, abandoning the battlefield before them and rushing towards the exit.

"No need for such trouble." The Empress's sarcastic voice echoed in the courtyard. "Let me see you off."

The next moment, all the Servants who were hostile to the Red Team felt their feet lighten, and when they looked down, they saw the Millennia Fortress on the ground through the courtyard, and began to fall.

"Ooo ...

“Miss Joan of Arc.” Artoria nodded to her, sheathed her weapon, and stepped aside, indicating that she would not get involved. Joan of Arc understood, stepped forward, and silently gazed into the young priest’s amethyst eyes, her lips slightly parted.

"Were you... summoned during the Third Holy Grail War in Fuyuki?"

As the arbitrator, Joan of Arc was very clear about her position. Therefore, when conflicts occurred within the Red team, she watched the game; when the Red and Black teams were reshuffling the deck, she watched the game; and when the two sides were fighting, she was still watching the game.

Now that she was certain that her actions would not interfere with the normal progress of the Holy Grail War, Jeanne stood before Amakusa, the Arbiter summoned by the Third Holy Grail War, and began her questioning.

“Yes, meeting with you before that would be a huge problem, since you hold the Command Seals. If you find out, everything I’ve done will be in vain. I absolutely cannot let anyone stand in the way of my dream.”

Amakusa, recovering from the series of unexpected events, answered with a calm smile. There was no hatred in the boy's voice, but it contained a resolute will. Persuasion was impossible; as long as he wasn't killed, this boy wouldn't stop—Joan of Arc was certain of this.

Looking back now, her summoning was abnormal from the very beginning. It was a possession summoning that used a human body. At first, I thought it was a side effect of the unprecedented summoning of fourteen riders, but upon closer inspection, it was the complete opposite.

Given that many Servants are bound to fall into chaos, the Greater Grail should absolutely ensure that the Arbiter is correctly summoned.

Ultimately, the reason it couldn't be achieved was because the understanding of the Greater Grail became confused. Furthermore, the reason this young priest kept avoiding her was because he, too, was a Judge. One of his privileged class skills was "True Name Revelation."

The ability to see through a Servant's class and true name is certainly effective even against someone who has regained their physical body. If the boy were to encounter her on the battlefield, his plans would surely be disrupted.

"What is your purpose, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada?"

"Needless to say. She was the salvation of all mankind, Joan of Arc."

The boy and girl were praised as "miracles" by the common people who received no reward and by the soldiers who chased after their backs.

Between the two questions and answers, the two gazed at each other silently, each convinced that the other was someone they could not tolerate.

On the shore of the lake, filled with clear water, a magician wearing a golden mask held his heart in his hands and walked step by step into the lake, as devout as a seeker of truth.

Unaware that his robes were soaked by the lake water, Avisbro silently stabbed the "furnace core" that Liu Daolingxia had given him into the ground, then squatted down and immersed his hands in the lake water.

Facing the clear, mirror-like lake, Hei began to recite aloud.

"Born of the earth (mother), inhaled by the wind (wisdom), and filled with water (life)."

That was a blessing from heaven to give life to the clods of earth.

"By wielding fire (weapons), disease (demons) vanishes. Inhumanity is to shatter one's own skull, while righteousness is to guide one's bloodline toward tranquility."

This land, these trees, this body—everything is an offering to the Lord. This is a mystical realm that only a man who has no desire for fame or power could create.

"It has the enormous body of a sacred peak, as solid as a rocky mountain. It possesses the appearance of protecting, ruling, and dominating all people."

That was a miracle that transcended the realm of Noble Phantasms.

"Though you are a lump of clay, you are not a lump of clay; though you are a human being, you are not a human being. You are one who stands in Paradise, one who rules over Paradise. You are our dream, our hope, our love."

Suffering peoples embody their beliefs in tangible forms.

This is a miracle of God reappearing—a puppet bearing the heavy responsibility of rewriting the world.

"Embrace the Holy Spirit, and your name is the First Man (Adam)."

The foundation of Kabbalah magic materialized during the chanting, with the three pillars and twenty-two paths transforming into seeds that merged into the surface of a lake in the material world. Suddenly, a bubble rose from the once calm, mirror-like surface. Hidden beneath the lake was the work that Avisbroun had been working to perfect since the beginning of time—the most faithful representation of the original, the very first golem.

So what exactly is a golem? According to common sense, it's an artificial life form constructed using some kind of magic. But that's only half the story.

The term "golem" originally refers to a "fetus" or "an unformed object." In other words, it represents the secret technique used by God when creating humankind.

They mold clay into human shapes and breathe life into them. But most magicians stop there. That's understandable; the higher realms are the aspirations of all Kabbalah practitioners, and should never be entered without a considerable degree of enlightenment. Moreover, the deeper one delves into the realm of golems, the more the golems become something that contradicts the magicians' expectations.

The so-called supreme golem is, in essence, a manifestation of Adam. He is the king who guided the people who had endured the hardships of the Passion to Paradise, and also their protector.

A gigantic arm emerged from the lake. The raw materials were rocks, soil, and trees—all things with a long history, natural materials never before used for city walls or timber. Danic spent about thirty percent of his assets to collect these materials.

Among them, Shuoyue, who possesses the magic of 'creation (projection),' is adding bricks and tiles, secretly incorporating many precious materials that she has seen before.

Soon, its upper body, resembling that of an ancient city, was fully above the water. At this point, its movements ceased; what followed was the crucial 'hearth'.

The vicious, top-tier magician's heart, taken from Serenekee, merged into Adam's chest. The clod of earth encasing the heart began to gradually erode and assimilate it. The feeling of melting from every cell seemed to make the heart beat violently in fear. Then, the acquired human characteristics were erased into a blank, leaving only the most basic function of the 'heart of the furnace'.

That is the central hub that supports the operation of the giant.

The golem that had obtained the "hearth" immediately lit up with a gleam, and its giant foot, raised from the lake, firmly planted itself on the ground. "How wonderful!" Avisbro thought to himself.

Although they are man-made objects created from wood, stone, clay, and human bodies, they seem to embody the grandeur of nature, which is truly awe-inspiring.

Then, the first "miracle" occurred. The earth beneath their feet seemed to sing in praise of the giant, and the surrounding vegetation flourished. Trees that touched the giant instantly blossomed and bore fruit, and the ripe fruit, falling to the ground, sprouted into even more trees.

Not only that--

Yggdrasilia had already set up a barrier to drive away animals, but various birds and beasts suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Like insects that always fly towards the light, the birds and beasts were all attracted by the giant and gathered around without hesitation.

Once touched, even the last drop of blood was completely decomposed—the birds and beasts were transformed into pure energy and absorbed into the giant. This was all their own doing. The birds and beasts, lacking intelligence, could not resist their primal desire to cling to him.

Then, the landscape around the land began to come alive, and a sweet, sugary aroma began to permeate the air, bringing a sense of happiness just by inhaling it.

"Ah—this is paradise, I have finally created it."

The magician exclaimed emotionally, "Yes, this is the ultimate golem that so many Kabbalah practitioners have sought—its final, ultimate form. It is the possessor of the powerful force that can rewrite the world into paradise simply by its very existence."

In other words, it is a self-disciplined inherent boundary, which is the true face of the "Crown of Wisdom".

As long as this giant exists, the world will probably continue to be rewritten. The rewritten world will be called "Paradise," a land bestowed by the gods in the past, where the original humans lived.

"Let's go, to sweep away all sorrow, let's create paradise through battle, slaughter and destruction. That way, the boring battles will end, and the boring society will come to an end."

As if responding to the words of the Creator, the giant Adam roared and easily climbed to the top of the steep cliff, looking down down at the heroes who were falling like raindrops from mid-air.

I've noticed that if I don't indicate the word count in the title, some people think the author is cheating by only publishing one chapter (shrug).

Someone asked, "Who is Avisbro?" Haha... That's when we should bring out the classic line.

Standing before you is:

The creator of the Kabbalah magic base, an 11th-century poet and philosopher (though only three stars).

Also known as Solomon Ibn Gabirule, the versatile magician of Chaldea (though only three stars).

At the same time, he is also the creator of the original giant Adam. He made great contributions in the first Lostbelt, transforming the Minotaur's Noble Phantasm into a giant and engaging in a fierce battle with Ivan the Terrible (although he is only a three-star hero)!

Its name is Avisbro (though it's only three stars!).

(Whispering: The reason I didn't call him Solomon Ibn Qabirul is to avoid having the same name as that great man...)

Chapter 485 Adam, the Primordial Giant

Chapter 485 The Primal Giant Adam

Then, the Servants who descended from the sky, and the Black Faction Masters who hastily climbed the city walls for refuge, encountered a giant, riding on its shoulders—the traitorous magus, Avisbro.

"Hmm, are they all here?"

"What the hell are you doing, you bastard! What are you doing all of a sudden?!" Koles shouted, waving his hands.

That's what betrayal is all about.

Hearing Gold's mutterings, Fiore was startled and quickly turned her head to look for Avisbro's Master, Roger.

After passing through the ruins and the wounded, dying androids, she finally saw a boy who was even more destitute than the scene before her and in even more pain than the androids around her.

"Teacher, why is this happening...?"

Fiore heard Roger's whisper, but there was no time for him to be sad. Fiore called out:

"Quickly, Roger, use a Command Spell to stop your Servant!"

Hearing the familiar call, the blond boy Roger raised his empty eyes, glanced at Fiore, then clutched his head and screamed in despair:

"I don't know! I don't know anything, why are you abandoning me, teacher!"

abandon?!

Fiore's pupils contracted; in her field of vision, Roger's right hand was completely empty.

Where are the Command Seals? Where did the Command Seals, which symbolize the master-servant contract, go?!

Doesn't this mean that the Black team has lost control of Avisbro?

"Master, Black has betrayed us!"

Bad news followed one after another. Chiron, who had just landed, rushed to Fiore to report:

"Leaders Danic and Vlad III are dead, and Avisbro and Artoria have joined the Reds... There's no time for further explanations, hurry and find Rokudou Reika, Master!"

"Ah...ah!" Fiore belatedly realized what was happening and took out a small brocade pouch from her pocket. "This is something Miss Liudao Lingxia gave me before she left. She said it was a farewell gift!"

"Throw it away quickly, Master!" Chiron reacted swiftly, snatching the pouch and throwing it with the strength of an archer. "Watch out, there might be a trap inside!"

“Yes, that’s right.” In the critical moment, Fiore did not stop it, but watched regretfully as the exquisite gift fell off the city wall and landed in the mess of the battlefield, completely losing the only proof that Liudao Lingxia had ever existed in the Black Party.

"Well, there's good news too, isn't there, teacher!"

A emerald green meteor sped by, three steeds neighed, and the chariot swerved to a stop in front of Fiore, blowing her hair in the wind. A tall, imposing warrior, carrying a short gun, whistled at Fiore.

"Those who once belonged to the Red Team have now received the spiritual veins of Romania and come to repay their debts! Of course, it's not just me, but also the spearmen and archers!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Karna, the little sun wielding the dreadnought spear, and Atalanta, the wild huntress, appeared together. Tartarus looked up at the towering giant and couldn't help but sigh.

"I have a feeling that there have been a lot more of these guys around lately."

"After all, they are magicians. It would be strange if they didn't cause some trouble in the Holy Grail Wars of all time."

A young man in black robes appeared gracefully before the crowd. Meeting Fiore's wary gaze, he smirked and said, "I come representing the Clock Tower. What, does the World Tree still have the courage to oppose me?"

"You killed my uncle and Lord Vlad III..." Fiore looked away with a pitiful expression.

"Don't frighten Miss Fiore, she's a very nice person!" the eagle cried. Astolfo once again served as a makeshift vehicle, carrying Siegfried to a safe landing. He had overheard the conversation mid-air, and now he was the first to unleash his fury on Avisbro: