Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"There's something wrong with that pistol!"

“Exactly.” Shuoyue nodded, strode over to the motorcycle, put on her helmet, and her deep voice rang out:

"If this gun was a disguise from the beginning, then it should have been thrown further away, rather than left on the battlefield and becoming a variable."

"Moreover, a Master like myself would not stoop to such a pointless disguise."

"Don't forget, that guy made it clear that he was actively seeking out other Masters, not to mention ordering his Servant to use Noble Phantasms after the stalemate—how could someone like that possibly try to cover it up?"

Amidst a burst of laughter, Iskandar made a virtual slash towards the sky, summoning the steed of the god of thunder:

"They are right here in front of us, and they are already so exciting. I like them very much, and it would be a pity to let them die."

"How can you not let them die?! The Holy Grail War is all about killing each other! Ugh!"

Weber berated hysterically, but his voice was abruptly cut off by a flick on the forehead.

"To conquer without destroying; to dominate without humiliating. That is true conquest!"

Stand tall and loudly proclaim your will.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot! Your behavior is utterly absurd!"

"Hmm? If you're unhappy, do you want to stay here and watch?"

"I want to go! You idiot, take me with you!"

"Very good, that's how you deserve to be my master."

Amidst hearty laughter, the Conqueror King's Noble Phantasm roared with deafening thunder, responding to the call.

"Now's the time. Speed ​​on, mighty wheels!"

The sound of wheels rolled away into the distance, but on the Fuyuki Bridge, a young man was still smiling bitterly.

"They didn't even say goodbye, just left me here all alone?"

As I climbed onto the seat, the beast beneath me began to roar restlessly.

"That's true. After all, from now on, we've gone from drinking buddies to enemies—after all, there's only ever been one Holy Grail."

The golden-eyed, white-haired youth whispered, then turned the handlebars and sped off towards Warehouse Street at a speed no less than that of a tank.

His followers had already gone to that battlefield.

The so-called Fenian Warriors are actually a translation issue; calling them Fiona Knights would be more accurate.

Chapter 39 Clash of Swords and Spears (Part 3)

"You're really tough to deal with, unwilling to accept defeat easily... That tenacity is truly remarkable."

He watched with a sorrowful smile, seemingly unconcerned about the piece of flesh torn from his inner arm. Sure enough, the wound healed automatically, as if a film were rewinding, leaving no trace. For a Servant's healing abilities, such a recovery speed was incredibly fast. It must have been the Lord, currently observing the battle from the shadows, who cast a healing spell.

On the contrary, her beautiful appearance could not hide her pain and anxiety.

"Irisviel, please heal me too."

"I've already performed the magic! I've already used everything, but why..."

Compared to the injured Irisviel, who was supporting her from behind, she seemed more flustered and disoriented.

Irisviel is indeed the most outstanding magician. Putting aside the fact that her body was originally "designed as a creation" specifically for enhancement magic, it's impossible for her to make a mistake when using healing magic. Even if she were to fail, Irisviel herself would know.

but--

"The healing magic did work. You should be fully recovered by now."

The blonde girl carefully observed her every move while staring at the injury on her left wrist. The injury wasn't actually serious, but the problem was that the tendons in her wrist had been severed, and her thumb, the most important of her five fingers, was immobile. This meant she couldn't grip the sword with enough strength.

Everyone could sense Irisviel's magical fluctuations, and they knew that Irisviel's treatment was correct, but the wound on her wrist had not healed. Her left thumb seemed to be a congenital disability, completely unable to move.

Seeing that no one was attacking, he calmly bent down and picked up the yellow pistol that had fallen to the ground with his left hand.

“You are very clever to have discovered that the armor could not withstand my ‘Demon-Slaying Crimson Rose’.”

He casually revealed the true name of his Noble Phantasm. He probably thought that since the power of the Noble Phantasm was already known, there was no need to hide it anymore.

"However, discarding the armor was a misjudgment on your part. If you hadn't removed the armor, you would have been able to withstand the 'inevitable Yellow Rose'."

As he spoke, he raised his crimson and bright yellow pistols high as if spreading his wings, striking the exact same pose he had at the start of the battle. That stance wasn't meant to deceive the enemy; it was a unique fighting technique this warrior had honed through rigorous training.

“I see. That’s a cursed spear that causes wounds that cannot be healed. I should have discovered it sooner.” He said with some annoyance, “The Red Spear that severs demons, the Yellow Spear that curses, plus the beauty mark under your eye that can bewitch young girls—Diarmuid, the 'Radiant Face' and the foremost warrior of the Fiona Knights. I never expected to have the honor of fighting you.”

Dimuludho Oddi is a key figure in Celtic mythology and the Old Irish Gaelic story of Fenia, whose legends still circulate in Ireland.

"That's the wonder of the Holy Grail War. But I am the one who is more honored. If I were someone who had crossed time and space to sit on the Throne of Heroes, I would never have misjudged that golden sword."

Instead of being annoyed by having his real name exposed, he showed a refreshed expression.

"I was able to compete with the famous King of Knights and even gained the upper hand. It seems that the heavens have not abandoned me yet."

The Knight King, also known as King Arthur in Celtic legend, whose full name in legend is Arthur Pendragon. The name Arthur, when expressed in Roman script, is "Artorius," and the feminine form is "Artoria." Considering his female identity, it means Artoria Pendragon. The story of her and her Knights of the Round Table is world-famous.

Of course, she is also the main character of the Fate series, although her current status has been impacted by a certain red girl and a certain idol dragon girl... (rambling).

Knight King Artoria.

Glorious Appearance - Diarmuid.

What an amazing fate and adventure!

The Shadow Spirit standing on the crane trembled, the ancient Hero King looking down at everything sneered, the charging chariot flashed with lightning, and the raging beast lurking in the darkness remained silent.

The young man, speeding along on his motorcycle, curled the corners of his lips into a smile, the golden light in his eyes illuminating the gloom.

In this small city, heroes and heroines of the past intertwine, reuniting in a modern era spanning countless romantic epics, pursuing a second dream and a second life, and ultimately reuniting in the future to accept the fate that brings.

"Now that we know each other's names, let's finally have a fair and square knightly battle. Or perhaps—you can't accept only finding out after I've stabbed your hand?"

"Don't joke around. To care about such a minor injury is an insult to me." He resolutely declared, and once again gathered his magic to don silver armor to guard against the bright yellow cursed spear.

At the same time, the "Wind King Barrier" also gathered, and the Golden Sword disappeared again.

Despite being in an overwhelmingly unfavorable situation, his face showed no sign of dejection; on the contrary, it was even more triumphant.

Their expressions were the same; both were delighted to have met a worthy opponent.

One person uses one of their two Noble Phantasms first, cleverly causing the opponent to be careless, demonstrating amazing combat wisdom.

The other person sacrificed his left arm to block the sneak attack of the ultimate move, the Destroyer Rose, demonstrating an outstanding ability to react.

Their shared adherence to chivalry added to their mutual respect and admiration.

"Prepare yourself, I'm going to win this time."

"That's something I can only say after I've failed to win."

The two exchanged bold and provocative words while simultaneously predicting each other's ultimate moves, cautiously probing one another step by step.

The divine sword and the demonic spear are about to clash.

At this moment, the cold and clear feeling of oppression was broken by a sudden thunder.

"!?"

Both of them turned their heads and stared intently at the southeastern sky. The source of the loud noise was obvious; it must have been the object that was shooting straight towards them from the sky, scattering crisscrossing flashes of purple lightning.

A stunned Irisviel voiced her surprise.

"Chariot?"

Judging from its appearance alone, it was a classically styled two-horse chariot. Instead of warhorses, two incredibly strong and well-built bulls were strapped to the shafts. The bulls' iron hooves pounded the empty void, pulling the ornately decorated chariot straight ahead.

No, they weren't just floating in the air. The wheels of the chariots rumbled, and the hooves of the two bulls pounded not the earth, but dazzling lightning.

With each tread of the ox's hooves and wheels, purple lightning would unleash spiderweb-like tendrils, accompanied by thunderous roars that shook the atmosphere.

Such a bizarre phenomenon, such a massive release of magical power—this is undoubtedly a Servant's Noble Phantasm. Those present knew without a doubt that a third Servant had appeared, intending to intervene in the duel.

The chariot, speeding through the lightning, circled high in the sky above before slowing down and landing on the ground. It landed precisely between the two opposing heroic spirits, blocking their attacks. As it touched down, the dazzling lightning subsided, revealing a burly man standing imposingly in the driver's seat.

"Both sides put down your weapons. You are now in the presence of the king!"

Chapter 40 Clash of Swords and Spears (Part 4)

The opponent, carrying such powerful lightning energy, must be the God of Thunder or a similar Heroic Spirit. However, when it comes to the God of Thunder associated with bulls, the first thing that comes to mind is the supreme god of Olympus. Of course, that god's level is even higher than that of Heroic Spirits, so it couldn't be him. But even if that Heroic Spirit was merely one of his familiars, it would still be an extremely terrifying threat.

Whether they were Masters or Servants, anyone monitoring the battlefield made this guess.

Those who had previously scouted the mixed forest and collected evidence of the clash with the new moon, along with their master, immediately recognized the newcomer's identity.

"It was him." Having seen everything through the empathy of his servants, Kirei Kotomine, dressed in his robes and with a troubled expression, immediately contacted his teacher, Tokiomi Tohsaka.

"Teacher, yes, it was a battle with an unknown enemy in the mixed forest."

"Really? Even he's here." In the dimly lit underground workshop, an elegantly dressed man frowned, his eyes darkening.

Currently, the known Servants present include... his troublesome familiar.

What will happen next...? Knowing Tokiomi Tohsaka's personality, he smiled bitterly, showing no excitement at the gathering of heroes.

If anyone angers the king.

Thinking this, Tokiomi Tohsaka couldn't help but raise his hand.

Three blood-red Command Seals flashed.

"Both sides put down your weapons. You are now in the presence of the king!"

The giant spoke slowly and loudly, his voice as loud as the thunder of a chariot appearing and speeding across the sky. His eyes were piercing, and his sheer presence seemed enough to deter the swords and spears that were locked in combat.

After suppressing the aura of the two Servants, Iskandar, who had arrived by carriage, coughed lightly and continued as if to announce something important:

"I am named Iskandar the Conqueror, and I have been born to claim the throne of the Cavalry in this Holy Grail War!"

He said it!

He actually revealed his real name!

Everyone present was stunned. On the battlefield of the Holy Grail War, true names are key to victory, and it is absolutely impossible for a Servant to reveal their true name.

This is like Siegfried exposing his back or Achilles exposing his heels—it's an absolute path to death!