Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

What's even more problematic are his feet, firmly planted on the ground. This golem draws immense magical power from the earth's veins from the soles of his feet—yes, just like Antaeus, the son of Gaia, the goddess of the earth, and Poseidon, the god of the sea, who possesses immense strength.

Therefore, to completely shatter the "Wise Light of the Crown," three powers must be possessed simultaneously.

First, it is a blow that can definitively destroy the brain's spiritual core. Second, it is a blow that completely destroys the heart's "furnace core." Third, it is a blow that strips the feet from the ground.

Chiron turned his gaze and swept it over the Servants who were bravely fighting against giants with their tiny bodies, a look of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

Fortunately, this time, the heroes were not absent.

While Chiron and the other Servants were engrossed in their battle with Adam, no one noticed a wisp of silver-gray mist drifting down from the sky garden, slowly and imperceptibly enveloping the Masters watching from the city walls.

When the poisonous fog, resembling sulfuric acid, enveloped the magicians, causing a burning pain in their throats, Chiron, Siegfried, and Astolfo finally noticed the anomaly in their master-servant contract.

"Master!"

Astolfo turned around and finally noticed the fire behind him. The Black Faction Masters had been enveloped in thick fog and had lost all sound!

"Master, can you hear me, Master!"

Not only the three of them, but Mordred from the red team also stopped her attack and shouted anxiously at the causal line, but Lion's Robbery Jie Li did not respond at all.

Only the children's silvery laughter echoed through the mist.

Welcome to the Foggy City.

While Black was in a state of chaos, Red was also observing the turmoil beneath their feet.

The reason they didn't get involved was that after Achilles, Atalanta, and Karna left, it was destined that the Red side could only hold its ground and could not fight the powerful Black side head-on.

The light from the magic monitor reflected on the Empress's face. She glanced at Liu Dao Lingxia and King Arthur standing side by side, and frowned slightly.

If this Master hadn't rebelled with her Servants, her Holy Grail War would have ended in defeat long ago.

But Semiramis wouldn't be grateful to Lingxia; she would only assume the worst about anyone.

If it's for the Holy Grail, they should stay on the black side and defeat the red side with an overwhelming advantage; then the Holy Grail will naturally belong to them.

If that's the case, why switch sides? If this Master simply joins whichever side the Holy Grail belongs to, isn't that a rather superficial approach?

What are the differences between the black and red sides?

A conspiracy? A motive? Or... the number of people?!

The Empress's pupils contracted as she looked at the gentle-smiling Liu Daolingxia, alarm bells ringing in her mind.

She wants to have the Holy Grail all to herself!

And with King Arthur as her trump card, she certainly had the ability to do so!

The giant Adam on the ground, shrouded in a mysterious mist... Not to mention her and Amakusa, even the Black Faction would never have expected that Rokudou Reika had accumulated such energy without making a sound!

Is that all? Or is it just the tip of the iceberg?

Due to the information gap, the Empress was unaware of the existence of the Blue Faction. However, being well-versed in political intrigue, she still managed to guess the Blue Faction's intentions, but unfortunately, her guess was off by a hair's breadth and her guess was completely wrong.

"Be vigilant and use each other cautiously..." Semiramis made the wrong decision in her mind. In order to gather intelligence, she began to focus more attention on Rokudou Reika and Artoria. Because of this, the Empress soon discovered a problem.

"You all seem to be paying unusual attention to that new moon at the clock tower?"

It's understandable that Lingxia is the sixth guide, but why did King Arthur also look at Shuoyue when the rebellious knight Mordred was present?

"I just think his strength is more than that."

Artoria didn't think it was something to hide, and she laid out her thoughts: "I've fought with Sakumoku many times, so I know very well that he's not using his full strength right now."

That reason makes sense... Semiramis opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly her expression changed, and she turned to look at the door.

The sound of calm footsteps rang out, and the puppeteer wearing a golden mask stepped into the royal chamber.

“Black Avisbro.” Amakusa called out his name with a serious expression. Facing the enemy he had just been fighting, the Puppeteer replied in a cold tone:

"I have already betrayed the Black Party, just call me by my real name."

He looked up and gazed at the new moon reflected in the magic light screen, his usually calm tone finally softening slightly.

"Is it Shuoyue? Even though I was wary of him, I still underestimated him."

As a Servant, he could naturally sense where his former Master Roger's Command Seals had gone, and who had teleported him to the Sky Garden.

"Even you say that?"

The Empress's expression was extremely solemn. With two heroes endorsing her and the young man's previous valiant achievements, she suddenly felt that even Karna was not as dangerous as Shuoyue.

Having exhausted his obsession with summoning the 'Wise Light of the Crown', Avisbroun's visit to the King's Chamber was merely a formality. After a brief exchange, he took his leave and departed the room.

At the door of the room, a man dressed in extravagant robes blocked Avisbro's way.

"There are far too many tragedies in this world, and no single answer can be the only solution to all these tragedies. Therefore, there is no absolute savior."

As soon as Shakespeare opened his mouth, he successfully made Avisbro stop in his tracks, presumably because the red team member had heard his earlier remarks and it had stirred up some kind of emotion in him.

"Some people perform comedies, while others enact tragedies; some laugh hysterically in pain, while others weep with joy; some look down from a high place, while others exhaust themselves just by standing there."

No one can make everyone cry, and no one can make everyone laugh. Time travelers can't do it, and reborn heroes certainly can't.

"So—" the great writer drawled, scrutinizing him with a critical eye, "what makes you think your puppet can save everything?"

I must admit you have a keen eye, Red Team.

Avisbro's cold voice reached Shakespeare's ears, and as if sensing something, for the first time since the beginning of time, Shakespeare's playful facade vanished, while Avisbro raised his head and looked down at him with an arrogant attitude.

"But that's precisely why you can only record the process, and cannot become any 'result'."

After saying that, the fellow puppeteer didn't stop, but simply walked straight past Shakespeare on his own.

The pen of a great writer is powerful, as sharp as a sword, yet also fragile; it can be destroyed with a mere tear.

In contrast, Avisbro's 'creation' stands firmly on the earth.

With his back to the departing Black player, Shakespeare lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Yes, perhaps this is the fate of writers..."

One of them took a step forward, heading in the exact opposite direction from the other.

Chapter 488 BQA Three-Color Noble Phantasm Synergy

With Jack's sudden attack, the battlefield of Millennia Fortress was divided into two parts: the earth-shaking battle against the giants and the fog-shrouded battle to protect the Master.

In response, the Servants had no choice but to split into two groups.

"Teacher, and all Servants whose Masters are threatened, go and support your Masters! We'll hold the fort here!"

"Okay, if you want to defeat the giant, destroy his brain core and heart furnace while his feet are off the ground, please!"

After informing their apprentices of the information, Chiron, Astolfo, Siegfried, and Mordred turned their guns around and disappeared into the London fog, while Achilles, Karna, Atalanta, and Joan of Arc continued their battle with the giant Adam.

Leaving aside the troops tied up in the London fog, Joan of Arc glanced at the heroes around her and realized that it was time for her to redeploy her forces.

She is the saint of Orleans, the undefeated legend of France, and I believe the heroes will support her!

"New Moon! I hope you can help me too. Can you unleash that Noble Phantasm again now!?"

"I reject."

"Huh?!" Joan of Arc never expected to suffer such a crushing defeat in the very place she was most confident of winning. "Why...why?!"

"Because I'm really looking forward to seeing what the fully-formed Adam would look like."

All objectives of the Red and Black Battle have been achieved. Without Artoria's supervision, Shuoyue has completely let loose. He flits around the giant like a black bird, causing Adam to roar in anger and swing his greatsword, but he can do nothing against this tiny insect.

Meanwhile, Shuoyue was enjoying the thrill of being on the brink of life and death, her fist spitting out red light, and her eyes shining with dazzling iridescent blue light.

In short, he was addicted to fighting.

"Ahem... If Shuoyue doesn't make a move, my 'Spear Tip of the Sky Soaring Stars' can lend you a hand."

Achilles knew the nature of the new moon all too well. He coughed awkwardly, trying to excuse his companion: "With the precision and destructive power of the spear, I am confident that I can destroy Adam's core."

“Then, I’ll take care of the heart.” Karna calmly accepted the heavy responsibility. The rest was up to the hero who could lift the giant off the ground.

Unfortunately, neither Tamamo-no-Mae nor Jeanne d'Arc possesses the superhuman strength to free a giant with a single blow. And since Servants like Siegfried, who can unleash devastating beam attacks, have gone to rescue their Masters, they are clearly not to be relied upon.

Only Shuoyue, who once cleaved the Black Faction's fortress with the Twin Swords of God, was able to accomplish this feat.

"Um, the new moon?" Joan of Arc mustered her courage and called out again.

A sharp killing intent and edge emanated from the blade, stinging everyone's eyes. The young man gripped it tightly, his body blurring as he plunged it deep into Adam's body!

The flashes from the explosion illuminated Shuoyue's cold, smiling face.

"Feel this burning truth!"

New moon?

A violent lightning bolt erupted like a storm, rising from the new moon and drawing up the iron sand hidden in the earth, which faintly intertwined into a black-gold halo that spun and sawed at the giant's body.

"Fighting is fun!"

Enraged… A spiking mark appeared on the golden-haired saintess’s forehead. Under the horrified gazes of Ta Miao and Heel, she kicked back, kicking up dust, and swung her arm in a wide arc. The holy flag in her hand flew like a missile, turning into a golden light and crashing towards the flying crescent moon.

"Listen to what people are saying!"

Incredibly, the blow Joan of Arc threw in her extreme rage actually struck the constantly appearing youth. With a crisp 'clang,' the black bird in the sky broke its wing and fell to the ground.

Does it sound good? What sounds good is a good start.

"Hiss..." Covering his head, Shuoyue supported himself with his elbows to avoid lying flat. His head was spinning, and in a daze, he saw a large cat squatting in front of him, its animal ears twitching slightly, looking at him with a helpless expression.

"You really are something else; once you relax, you completely let loose."

"It's Ta-Miao... Let me pet it." Shuoyue changed from lying down to sitting up, using Atalanta's soft fur to soothe her pain. Ta-Miao did not resist, but just quietly let Shuoyue touch her.

"He's usually such a calm person, how come he becomes like this when he relaxes?"

"Ha, perhaps it's because you haven't seen through my true nature yet."

With a loud thud, the holy flag pierced the soil.

"Gentlemen, before we discuss such profound questions, could you please help us deal with that damned giant?"

Joan of Arc, with a kind and gentle expression.

"Meow." Atalanta swallowed.

"Oh ho." Shuoyue twitched her lips expressionlessly.