Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Noble Phantasm released, target's location destroyed, pursuit mission complete... Hmm?"

The woman's hand clenched tightly, and the glove and tracking device made a sound of strain under the strain.

The flashing red dot in the image displayed on the tracking device was so clear.

After a long silence, Angelica tossed the tracking disk back into the King's Treasury and began to walk again:

"The manhunt continues."

On the other side, a white-haired youth stood atop a tall building, gazing at the devastation that stretched across almost the entire city of Fuyuki. His pale golden eyes were vacant, as if he were observing the scene before him, or perhaps pondering and calculating something.

Ultimately, the young man came to a conclusion.

"If this is the maximum effort... perhaps it can be done."

Looking up, the morning star shines brightly in the sky.

Before long, the rising sun will rise above the horizon, illuminating this long and tumultuous night.

It's a pity he won't live to see that day.

Shuoyue withdrew her gaze, looked at the golden figure rushing towards her from afar, pursed her lips, and then revealed a hearty smile.

"Projection, begin."

As the young man whispered, countless phantoms of swords and blades appeared behind him, then coalesced, tearing through the cool night breeze.

A long sword flies.

The golden figure halted, generously unleashing its treasures in a mutual destruction with the swords and blades shot by Shuoyue. Then, it raised its blue pupils.

"You despicable copyist, how did you manage to evade my attack?"

"Well, who knows?" the young man stood up.

The sportswear smuggled from the department store was replaced by lighter spirit clothes.

The shroud fluttered in the wind, a white headband tied back his loose hair, and the young man in light armor looked up, a sharp glint in his pale golden eyes:

“You tracked me for seven whole days. Do you really think I didn’t have ways to evade your surveillance?”

Upon hearing this, Angelica took out the tracking device again, looked at the red dot that was still moving erratically in the distance, and crushed the tracking device into powder with her palm.

Although there are doubts about how Shuoyue evaded pursuit, it is no longer relevant.

"I see—it seems you're not planning to run away after all."

Her response was the young man's fearless laughter:

"That's right, Angelica Ainsworth, let's put an end to all this tonight."

Faced with the young man's menacing declaration, the blonde woman remained unmoved, offering only a calm response:

"Although I don't know why you insist on this meaningless escape, I've said it before: a fake like you can never achieve a miracle."

Golden ripples revealed swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, which transformed into a torrential rain that poured towards the new moon.

"That ridiculous show of jumping around should end, you bastard!"

Her response was met with an equally fierce storm of swords, and the silhouette of the Shroud of Horus, already fluttering in the wind.

As he ran, the youth stared at the golden spirit, analyzing it the instant the golden ripples entered his retina.

—The magic within my body began to boil.

The design blueprints (treasures) presented to him totaled fourteen.

Quickly analyze and replicate.

In that brief moment when time seemed to stand still, Shuoyue endured the stinging pain of the magic within her body and chanted softly:

"Full projection continuous layer writing!"

A streak of azure light flew out from behind him, blocking Angelica from firing her Noble Phantasm and sending it back into the treasury.

"Once again, before it was launched, it was clearly not within the Reality Marble...!" Angelica, who had experience fighting against the giant swordsman Emiya, had already realized her opponent's next move. Without hesitation, she retreated and took out a giant shield to block in front of her.

"Too slow!" With his boots slamming on the ground and his headband fluttering, the young man roared, bracing his left hand on the giant shield. He leaped into the air, soaring over the shield like a great bird, and then, in an upside-down position, drew his bow and nocked an arrow!

The modified spiral arrows, nocked on the bowstring, shot out without aiming, right under the furious gaze of the golden spirit.

"Pseudo-Spiral Sword!"

The instant the arrow left the bowstring, Shuoyue clenched her fist tightly:

"Fantasy collapse!"

The spiraling arrow raised a burst of magical flames in the air, exploding after reaching a certain extreme point.

The explosion unleashed tremendous destructive power, accompanied by flames, and a massive mushroom cloud rose up. At the edge of the explosion, a figure was sent flying backward, his pupils reflecting the raging flames, and he had already drawn a new arrow.

If his opponent could be easily defeated by this combo, then his seven days and seven nights of escape would be as ridiculous as a farce.

Angelica did not disappoint the prepared Shuoyue. Before the smoke from the explosion had cleared, her icy voice pierced the thick fog, accompanied by a huge golden ripple spreading outwards—

"Come forth, Hell Scythe, Dust Saw!"

The sky and earth darkened in an instant, and even the pale golden eyes of the new moon dimmed instantly, obscured by two enormous and majestic shadows—

Like wings of dawn unfurling, burning with purifying flames, it is a legendary flaming greatsword capable of purifying and cleansing all matter.

As if carved from emeralds, covered in jet-black earth, it is the legendary boneless giant sword that can carve through thousands of ravines and mountains.

This is the end of the sky and the sea, the ultimate "realm of melting and mixing," a divinely crafted weapon that even the sea of ​​ten thousand can scorch and purify.

This is the principle of the absolute separation between heaven and earth, not merely a matter of cutting with a sword blade, nor is it merely a matter of divinely created weapons developed through mass.

Its name is Prison Scythe, which burns and drives the dawn horizon across the vast seas.

Its name is Dust Saw, which cuts open the verdant horizon of a thousand mountains.

The twin swords wielded by Zababa, the god of war in Mesopotamian mythology, fell in a cross pattern at this moment, their majestic form stretching for thousands of meters, bestowing divine judgment upon the tiny insects.

Shuoyue's gaze, which had been drawn away by the divinely crafted weaponry, was drawn back. She closed her eyes and opened them again, her eyes overflowing with brilliant golden light.

"As long as I have enough magic power, why can't I create divine artifacts by hand!"

With veins bulging on his hands, the white-haired, golden-eyed youth roared as if tearing the heavens and earth apart:

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The killing intent of the blade stung his skin. In a daze, Sakugetsu's memories overlapped with Emiya's, returning him to the feeling of using the projection for the first time.

Right, that is it.

The magic flowed through the circuit, instantly analyzing the structure of objects and materializing its understanding—

Even just the outer shell is fine!

With a roar, Shuoyue finally broke free of the invisible shackles with both hands. Magic roared and surged, condensing into two equally ferocious giant swords behind him, which clashed with his identical brothers and sisters!

"Zi la la la!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

After two loud bangs, the four giant swords fell like meteorites. Judging by the extent of the damage, the genuine Hell Scythe and Dust Saw were undoubtedly the winners, while the two giant swords projected by Shuoyue had been cut in half from top to bottom.

But such a victory is meaningless. The performance of the weapons is not the decisive factor in the victory. For Shuoyue, as long as he can deflect the trajectory of the two giant swords, then his goal will be achieved.

Angelica looked up at the magnificent sight, but there was no joy in her eyes. Instead, she silently retreated, avoiding the aftershocks of the falling giant sword.

but……

"Swish!" The blade sliced ​​through a cold arc.

"What...!" Angelica turned around in shock, trying to block the sudden glint of the blade with her arm armor.

Amidst the flying golden shards, she was thrown backward in a disheveled state, blood gushing from her left hand, which she could no longer lift.

"As expected, the ability to swap spaces is incredibly useful." Having successfully launched a sneak attack, Shuoyue, wielding her black and white twin blades, charged forward again before Angelica could even get up, aiming for her vital points.

"Admit it, I'm stronger now!"

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Chapter 5 The Last Muramasa of Tomokari

unwise.

A complete miscalculation.

The blonde woman lying on the ground struggled to turn her head, watching the white-haired youth hurtle towards her like a cold wind.

The doll named "Angelica" does not experience "remorse," but the humiliating reality has indeed pushed her to the brink of crisis.

Influenced by the power of the King of Heroes within her class card, even though she could suppress all emotions, she still unconsciously made the mistake of underestimating her opponent, overlooking the biggest difference between the person who called himself "New Moon" and that Emiya Shirou—

The culmination of a thousand years of wisdom from the Ainsworth family: the Displacement Magic.

Anyone who can swap spaces faster than her can launch an attack before she can retreat.

It wasn't that she was completely unaware; she had taken precautions before the war even began. But why did she forget this crucial variable during the battle?

...Perhaps the hero-king of ancient Babylon would have preferred to see her defeat.

To that incredibly proud heroic spirit, wasn't Ainsworth, who forcibly stole his power, also a despicable usurper?

Angelica acted in a split second, before the young man's blade was close enough to strike.

"Lock of Heaven!"

Ripples spread out, and countless chains, like snakes, lunged out and quickly surrounded the new moon.

The response to this treasure was a man's resounding, furious roar:

"wishful thinking!"

In the blink of an eye, the projected swords vibrated. Shuoyue brandished Gan Jiang and Mo Xie in her hand, her steps slightly shifting, and the shifting space caused the flying chains to lose their direction.

Before an ordinary human being, the Heavenly Lock, which is said to be able to lock up gods, is nothing more than a slightly stronger chain.

"You are merely a counterfeit who has stolen the power of the King of Heroes. You lack the king's majesty, his aloofness, and his pride—you simply do not possess the capacity to wield the Key of Royal Law!"

Shouting loudly, Shuoyue broke free from the layers of chains, but her opponent was nowhere to be seen.

But when he looked up, what he saw was a golden ripple symbolizing the opening of the treasure vault!