Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Just like in a football match, if a player makes a terrible shot, even someone who isn't a fan would feel sorry for them.

"That was a miscalculation."

"Yes, being too confident can sometimes be a weakness."

After finally recovering, Weber was once again confused after hearing the two men's assessments.

"Why, why?"

With the aid of magic, Waver could barely discern that the trajectory of the spears in the clash between Servants had indeed deviated. If her armor was strong enough, she could use this opportunity to counterattack… This decision wasn't wrong.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the two Servants in the magical image had already moved apart.

At the critical moment, he suddenly withdrew his sword and rolled back, but it was still a step too late, because the whistling spearhead had already pierced through and drawn a few drops of blood.

It is self-evident who is bleeding.

"Clink!" Shuoyue and Iskandar clinked glasses, using this exciting exchange as a drinking companion, but the topic veered off in another direction.

"Did you notice?"

"Ha, even I didn't expect this. If this were ancient times, he would definitely have been a great strategist."

"Huh? Me?" Weber belatedly realized, pointing to himself and asking in surprise, "But I clearly misjudged the situation!"

"Don't underestimate yourself, Webber!" A giant hand slammed onto Webber's thin shoulder, almost knocking him to the ground.

The red-haired burly man laughed and pointed out Weber's oversight: "Because that gun didn't cut through the atmosphere, but through magic. Anything woven with magic would be nullified when it came into contact with that gun."

Therefore, the armor made of magic was like a burden in front of this magic spear.

On the battlefield, Artoria made the same judgment.

The knight, who looked like a young girl, clutched her side. The wound had already been healed by Irisviel. She was doing this to confirm the source of her injury.

There wasn't a single scratch on the armor.

But the wound did exist; the tip of the gun was still stained with blood.

In addition, the "Wind King Barrier" breaks inexplicably—the barrier, which gathers wind, only breaks when it clashes with the spear.

Then the truth is quite obvious.

"A gun that can block magic...?"

“That’s right. If you’re thinking of relying on that armor for protection, I think you should forget about it. Before my spear, you’re just as naked as a naked person.”

His slightly frivolous and sarcastic remarks were met with disdain.

"I'd be in a real bind if you were so smug just because you took off my armor."

Now that they knew the threat posed by the spear, they were no longer afraid, and the situation remained evenly matched.

A refreshing aura emanated from the armor, and the silver-blue armor covering the entire body suddenly scattered and flew away like water droplets.

Irisviel gasped in surprise, her eyes widening in alarm.

She deliberately removed her armor—breastplate, wrist guards, long skirt-like armor, even foot guards—leaving nothing behind. The fragments of armor, shattering with a crisp metallic sound, lost their magical power and vanished like clouds.

"Hmm, as expected of someone with an average stat A, this is an A too." Shuoyue stroked her chin, looking at the stunning figure under the bright moon, her golden eyes shining.

"Huh?" Iskandar naturally didn't understand this kind of modern slang. "In this respect? In which respect?"

Incidentally, this burly man's pectoral muscles are at least B or B+.

"It's nothing." Shuoyue naturally didn't explain, she just smiled and said, "Let's keep watching. This battle will soon reach its final decisive moment."

As if in response to what Shuoyue had said, the lightly dressed man in a blue robe lowered his longsword and shouted sternly:

"Since I can't stop that spear, I'll kill you before I can defend myself. Prepare yourself!"

She assumed a fighting stance again, lowering her longsword and swinging the blade backward, turning sideways to confront the opponent. This stance indicated that she no longer cared about defense, only seeking to unleash a downward-sloping diagonal slash with all her might.

Clearly, she was prepared to decide the outcome with this desperate strike.

"That's decisive. Are you planning to settle things with one move?"

He wore a satisfied expression, as if he had seen something he missed. However, his tone clearly revealed a sense of tension.

"I really admire your courage and decisiveness..."

The agile man, like a matador facing a bull, moved to the side with light, deliberately provocative steps.

"But given the current situation, this is a mistake."

Chapter 38 Clash of Swords and Spears (Part Two)

"Let's talk after you've blocked my next attack."

They showed no weakness whatsoever.

For her, there is a big difference between wearing armor and going into battle lightly equipped.

What they gained after losing their strong defenses was greater agility and enhanced magical power release.

The so-called "magic release" is a powerful skill that uses high pressure to store magic in the weapon in one's hand or one's limbs and then releases it in any direction in an instant, thereby greatly enhancing one's mobility.

Physically, she is just a petite girl, but the secret to her ability to wield a greatsword with ease and display the fighting style of a powerful warrior lies in this.

She can convert all her excess magic power into melee mobility. With her A-level magic release, even a mere short stick becomes a weapon of immense power. If she uses the magic power needed to maintain her armor for "magic release," her strength and speed can increase by at least 60%... Her destructive power is enough for her to unleash an attack that can kill in one hit.

The answer lies in sacrificing defensive strength to gain an advantage that compensates for the disadvantage of losing defensive strength. This is the solution devised to counter the "Demon-Slaying Spear".

The scene fell silent for a moment, the stalemate between the two Servants seemingly freezing the air itself.

Both were experts, possessing the ability to predict the opponent's next move by observing their magic and muscle movements. Therefore, although they both declared their certainty of victory, they maintained a stalemate and did not make a move easily.

Until his right foot stepped into a patch of sand.

The fierce fight between the two had already torn up the asphalt on the road, revealing the soft gravel layer underneath.

His legs were unsteady, and his movements paused for a moment.

Not intending to give them a chance to regroup, a violent explosion shook the air, and the previously invisible golden sword now gleamed in the night sky.

The Wind King's barrier was automatically dispelled.

This is yet another tactic. The moment the Wind King's barrier is broken, the bound atmosphere will be released all at once, propelling her like a cannonball rapidly towards the enemy.

This was the plan: to use his physical abilities, release his magic, and break through the Wind King's barrier at three times the speed, thus unleashing a decisive sword strike.

The sprint, reaching speeds several times faster than sound, broke through the atmosphere, and the shockwave blew up the surrounding ruins like leaves.

In this state, there was no possibility of stopping. Even if the counterattack would cause her heavy damage, she was prepared to take her life in that instant.

Faced with the high-speed advance, it seemed to have given up on fighting back, the red gun remaining motionless.

Instead, it was his feet that made the movement.

The gap he spotted was intentional, created to reach this location, a place where something had been left behind.

I won.

Having seized the opportunity to win, he revealed a sharp smile and kicked up the sand beneath his feet with his right leg.

However, it wasn't just sand that flew into the air; the short gun that had just been thrown down also flew up.

The tip of the pistol was pointed menacingly, and the runes on the pistol had been removed, revealing a bright yellow shaft beneath the runes, radiating a chilling magical power.

Although rare, there are heroes in history who are famous for their dual pistols. For example, Dong Ping, the "Dual-Pistol General" among the 108 heroes of Liangshan, Scáthach, the queen of the Land of Shadows, and the great hero who is currently vying with the Knight King, all belonging to Celtic mythology.

More importantly, a Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm is by no means limited to just one.

It was a trap set from the very beginning. (The performance/visit)

He openly displayed his aura, seemingly waiting for a worthy opponent to fight. In reality, he was like a hunter lying in wait, waiting for his prey to take the bait.

The former Fenian warriors turned their hunting targets to the King of Knights.

Unfortunately, it's too late to realize this now.

The guns will not stop, nor will they cease firing.

The two could only wait for the moment when the outcome would be clear, a moment that might determine not only victory or defeat, but also life or death.

The wind is blowing hard.

Life and death intertwined.

The blood-red spider lilies bloom vividly, only to vanish in an instant.

The two who had switched places stopped and looked back.

Both stood upright, their will to confront each other undiminished, and both Servants remained alive.

In the final moments before the outcome was decided, they made a slight deflection of the attack's trajectory.

As a result, the short spear that was meant to pierce her chest failed to penetrate, only piercing her left wrist. Similarly, the golden sword also missed its vital point, its tip striking her left wrist instead.

Coincidentally, the two of them were injured in the same spot.

But did they pay the same price for this scar?

Fuyuki Bridge, a few minutes ago.

"Let's go, kid."

Weber was intently observing the decisive battle when suddenly he was grabbed by the collar of fate and lifted up.

"Put me down! I haven't finished watching it yet!" Weber shouted in dissatisfaction, like a child whose cartoon had been turned off halfway through.

"Let's deal with the rest once we get there." Somewhat impatiently, he refused his Master's request, casually tossing aside the empty bottle in his hand. That guy's used his ultimate move; he wanted a quick victory.

"No, isn't this better..."

“Fool, what nonsense are you spouting?” He drew his short sword, glanced at Webber, and said, “I originally wanted to assess the situation before more people arrived. But if things continue like this, we might be eliminated. It will be too late once things happen.”

"But shouldn't we be at a disadvantage right now?" Weber said instinctively, "We can't block this sword!"

"You can't deduce without evidence; that would just lead you astray, my friend." Shuoyue gathered up the empty bottles with her left hand, then used her right to manipulate space and toss the trash bag inside. "Think carefully, what weapon did you use in the first place?"

"Weapons...aren't they guns? And there were two of them, but one was lost later."

"So, where is the one he threw away?"

“In…” Weber searched through the images, then exclaimed in astonishment, “Behind him, no, he’s moving! He’s getting closer to that gun!”