Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Bang!" The Reversal Holy Sword drew a purple arc and was shattered by the hard Cypriot sword.

After a brief moment of shock, Iskandar recovered and, without lingering, turned around and sped toward Medusa, who had grabbed Waver and was beginning to retreat.

For Servants, their Master is their lifeline, someone they must save!

However, he was not blocked by anything. With a roar, Hercules, transformed from a class card, pressed down like a small mountain, his axe sword aimed at Iskandar's head and cleaved down!

"Do not obstruct me!" Iskandar, his muscles bulging with veins, raised his Cypriot sword, deflecting the axe-sword back, then held his battle sword high:

"Charge with me, Bulls!"

"Moo!" Thunder roared, and the chariot appeared. Even though the chassis was broken and the divine bull was injured, once the conqueror sat on his chariot, it was like a real storm, sweeping over everything around it.

The axe and sword were spread out, the swordsman was knocked back, and the Conqueror King let out a deafening roar, carrying lightning as he smashed Medusa, who had no time to react, and pulled his Master back to his side.

"Hold on tight, Waver. We don't know why so many Servants are gathered together, but we have to retreat first!"

“I agree. We should go to the church immediately and report this to the overseer—”

Before Webber could finish speaking, he saw Iskandar's expression change drastically, and he pulled Webber into his arms, protecting him.

"Pfft!"

Time seemed to stand still.

Amidst the sounds of blood and flesh splattering, Weber stared wide-eyed as a red spear pierced through Iskandar's armor, penetrating his chest, and grazed past his nose along with the splattering blood and flesh.

! ! ! "

Amid Webber's heart-wrenching screams, the divine bull fell with a mournful cry under the sword's strike. Already wounded, they lay sprawled in the grass, panting heavily. Webber, barely managing to crawl out from beneath the unconscious man, looked at the animal-skinned man who had thrown the spear, his face ashen from the experience of death.

“I understand who is in charge of you now that I’ve pierced the Death Thorn Spear.”

"The move that Miyu used back then was indeed a mistake, but it's too late to realize it now." The black-armored figure walked slowly forward, and the voice of the puppet on his shoulder came out, "Wave, run away, get as far away from the Holy Grail War as possible, but as a Servant, you must die here."

"It really is you, Shuoyue." Even though his legs were trembling and every cell in his body was transmitting fear, Waver still managed to stand up shakily, protecting the unconscious red-haired giant and his servant. "But I haven't lost yet."

"No, you've already lost," Shuoyue sighed. "Why struggle any longer? With your intelligence, you should know how well I've prepared for this Holy Grail War—even if you can escape this time, can you escape next time?"

“Thank you for the compliment.” Weber forced a smile. “By the way, on a side note—is my teacher, Kenneth, dead?”

"If they die, they will die from the backlash of the contract caused by Kiritsugu and me, and I will send them away by my own hands."

"Just as I thought..." A wave of guilt washed over him, and the nausea caused by the double mental pressure nearly made Waver collapse to his knees. But he gritted his teeth and slowly raised his right hand, the Command Seals on it gleaming:

"Ah, yes, after blinding myself to reason for so long, I must admit the crime I committed—I took the teacher's good fortune for myself, and that's how I survived until now. If it weren't for my incompetence and incorrigibility, the teacher should have been able to bring glory to the family."

The remaining two Command Seals began to glow. Throughout the entire process, New Moon made no move, simply listening quietly to Waver's monologue.

“I am a mediocre, even inferior, magician—I have realized that. But it’s different. He is the king who conquers the world. He is my distant and unattainable ideal. He has the potential to win the Holy Grail War—so as his Master, even if I am shattered to pieces, I will prove this to the world!”

"Iskandha the Conqueror cannot stop here!"

With the magician's announcement, the Command Seal, symbolizing 'miracle', transformed into power and flowed into the king's gradually weakening body.

"I command you with the second Command Spell to heal your injuries and awaken!"

Concentrated magical energy surged into the Servant's body, repairing his horrific penetrating wound. Even so, Iskandar merely frowned, without opening his eyes.

A fatal injury that almost reached the soul core cannot be easily repaired by a single Command Seal.

Upon realizing this, Waver did not hesitate to use his ultimate authority as Master:

"I command you with the third Command Spell—Get up, you idiot!"

Two Command Seals were released in quick succession, unleashing a miraculous magical power that stirred up a whirlwind. A sudden emptiness rose in Waver's heart, causing him to slump to the ground, staring blankly at the figure of the Servant before him.

As a magician, he probably wouldn't have a second chance in his life to use such a vast amount of magic—but for the first time in his life, he genuinely felt a sense of satisfaction at his wasteful act.

"Well then, good luck, Waver." Shuoyue sighed softly and began to order the Servants to retreat.

These Servants, formed from class cards alone, are no match for the wrath of the Conqueror King, who is empowered by Command Seals.

However, he was still a step too late.

"I didn't let you go, you scoundrels!" The moment he opened his eyes, Iskandar sat up, his eyes burning with fury. He took his weakened Master and began to chase after the retreating Servants in his chariot.

Although he had fallen into a self-protective coma, Weber's declaration still entered his mind through the contract.

"I have the best Master, the friend I am most proud of. As a king, how can I let his efforts go to waste—'The King's Army'!"

With a loud roar and a constant supply of magical power from the Command Seals, the King of Conquerors unleashed his Noble Phantasm. The World Egg expanded at an incredible speed, chasing after the Servants who were fleeing in disarray.

But at a certain moment, it came to an abrupt end.

"Please stop here, Conqueror King."

Behind the fading Servants, a man stood before the enraged Conqueror, wielding a moonlit spear. As the moonlit spear plunged into the ground, a strange aura spread out, hindering the expansion of the Conqueror's Noble Phantasm.

"Don't bother them, let me help you vent your anger."

"You actually showed up on your own initiative, Shuoyue!"

"No, something's not right. He doesn't look like Shuoyue!"

With a trembling sound, the World Egg fully matured, enveloping the Conqueror King and the mysteriously appearing man within it, before disappearing into the mixed forest.

Chapter 157 For Whom Did the Gunfire Ring?

Soldiers known as "Offensive Programs".

As an advanced procedural construct, also known as a "ghost," it is a small-time boss.

"Shadow Servants" are formed from the remnants of a Servant's Spirit Origin and are similar to low-ranking officers who simply carry out missions.

Like an immune system, it traverses the battlefield, delivering the Shadow Servant's special offensive program, "Controlled Body."

—And, using some kind of "material" and immense magical power, the Servant's Spirit Origin data is copied. Its abilities are in no way inferior to the original "Copy Servant," and it is also a general commanding every war zone.

As if from another dimension, the interconnected war system clashed head-on with the army of the Conqueror King. Servant against servant, soldier against soldier, the entire desert covered with yellow sand was turned into a meat grinder of flesh and data.

Ultimately, a draw was the expected outcome.

Iskandar couldn't possibly exhaust all his magic power in a fit of anger, and those who came to stop the Overlord had no reason to fight to the death.

After the spearman in the blue bodysuit was surrounded by the seven attendants and finally beheaded by Iskandar, the Reality Marble dissipated, the King's Army vanished, and everything around the man merged into his moonlit spear, disappearing without a trace.

Two figures stood facing each other in the mixed woods at noon.

"Why are you trying to stop me, mysterious participant in the war?"

"It was just a side effect. Even if I didn't do anything, he wouldn't lack ways to deal with you."

You were the one who attended the first half of the King's Banquet, weren't you? State your name.

"Just 'Unnamed,' that's all, Great Conqueror." The white-haired man gave a self-deprecating smile, and if you looked closely, his black pupils contained a deep, blood-red luster.

"Please enjoy the final collapse of this war. I'll take my leave now."

After leaving behind his last words, the man who called himself 'Nameless' took his leave, while Iskandar stood there, watching the figure disappear.

"I'm fine, kid. I'm just a pathetic wanderer. Let's go."

The chaos caused by the Class Card Servants has come to an end. Although the effects are still unfolding, for the mastermind behind it all, the current results are enough.

"The Conqueror King didn't chase after us?" Upon receiving the report, Shuoyue frowned and quickly ordered, "Dismantle the large magic ritual array on the other side of the forest. If innocent people are caught in the imaginary space, it will cause some trouble."

"I accept the order," the voices fell silent, and Shuoyue composed herself, her face showing a mixture of panic, confusion, and a sense of mission, before pushing open the door of the police station.

While the other participants were in a state of chaos, Shuoyue was finally able to escape from the great void and do what he had planned from the beginning.

"Hello, I want to report a crime—I know who bombed the Hyatt Hotel!"

Hyatt Hotels!

Upon hearing this, the noise in the police station immediately ceased, plunging into an eerie silence.

For the citizens of Fuyuki City, the impact of the Hyatt Hotel bombing was as severe as the destruction of the Oriental Pearl Tower in Shanghai. Even though the Church of Christensen has tried its best to suppress the attack, it will still take time to further block the news.

Now, the person who claims to know the suspect is standing in front of a group of police officers.

Seeing the panicked state of the police officers in the police station, and even the patrol chief in the office rushing towards him, Shuoyue's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as he raised the resealable bag in his hand.

"This is the evidence I've collected. Please handle it with care."

The magic was activated, and everything proceeded as the new moon had predicted:

"The person I want to report is—Father Kirei Kotomine of the Fuyuki City Church."

Half an hour later, police from Xindu swarmed out and sped toward the church, much to the astonishment of passersby.

Amidst the piercing sirens, countless police cars surrounded the Church of the Holy Church on the hillside of Xindu.

"I'm a police officer, please don't move!"

"Please raise your hands and stay where you are!"

A large number of heavily armed police officers rushed in and sealed off the church. Clearly, the police were on high alert in order to arrest the perpetrator of the terrorist attack and under the influence of the magic hinted at by Shuoyue.

The elderly priest, Kotomine Rissho, who was in the church, was caught off guard and immediately taken into custody. After a search, Kotomine Kirei, who was recuperating in the basement, was also discovered. He was then handcuffed with silver bracelets and had countless gun barrels pointed at him.

"At X o'clock on X month X day, suspect Kirei Kotomine has been arrested!" After reporting on the walkie-talkie, the action captain personally escorted Kirei Kotomine towards the police car.

“Wait…aren’t you mistaken? My son Kirei has always been strict with himself and would never do anything immoral.” The old priest spoke while subtly activating a device in his pocket.

That was a replica of a sacred relic held by the Holy Church, possessing a function similar to suggestive magic; using it, one could temporarily escape the predicament.

However, the action leader remained unmoved, and the old priest's hint was deflected.

This is... a magical barrier! So, there really is a magician targeting the church!

Kotomine Risei immediately realized something was wrong, but at this moment, he was helpless and could only watch as his son was put into a police car and disappeared from his sight.

"Who on earth committed this heinous act?" Muttering angrily, Kotomine Ritsu walked back to the church, intending to report the matter to the Eighth Secret Society and ask the church to use its secular power to save people.

But the moment he stepped into the church, a man in a black coat, sitting on a pew with his legs crossed, came into his view.

"Emiya Kiritsugu." The old priest couldn't help but utter the man's name.

Hearing the voice behind him, the man turned around, a smile appearing on his face for the first time ever:

“I have come here only to ask one question—as an ally of the New Moon.”

Templar church

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, illuminating the dimly lit sanctuary.