Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

This was a complete reenactment of the first wave of attacks. He grabbed the first spear that flew at him with his free left hand, then raised the spear and swung it around with the steel sword in his right hand, deflecting the continuous barrage of Noble Phantasms one by one.

This technique was both refined and daring, even bordering on magnificent. Although the Noble Phantasm was stolen from there, it was used with perfect ease, as if it were an extension of his own hands. The way he cleansed the chain made it seem as if the weapon in his hands was his usual weapon, one he had used for many years.

Both the offense and defense were beyond the realm of reason.

With a particularly loud bang, the last weapon in the group of Noble Phantasms was knocked off.

In the absolute silence, only one person stood amidst the overwhelming dust. The warehouse, streetlights, and surrounding buildings were all utterly destroyed. The black-clad knight held a battle axe in his right hand and a single-edged scimitar in his left. The remaining treasures lay scattered at his feet or embedded in the surrounding rubble. Not a single weapon touched his black armor.

Suddenly, he raised the two remaining Noble Phantasms in his hand and abruptly assumed a defensive stance.

Although he could seize the weapon in his hand, the impact of Gilgamesh firing the weapon could not be negated.

And the only weapon that can make characters with both Strength and Endurance at A-level assume a defensive stance is...

"Boom boom boom!" The battle axe and scimitar shattered the moment they came into contact with the impact. A bright red light flashed in his eyes as he tried to reach out and grab the flying weapon, but the violent lightning shattered his grasp and carried the weapon back into the hands of the Hero King Gilgamesh.

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Only after the dazzling lightning dissipated did the weapon held in the golden spirit's hand reveal its true form.

It was a giant hammer with a short handle.

The hammer is forged from the hardest metals and rocks, and the handle is taken from a section of the World Tree Yggdrasil. In the very center of the hammer is a Celtic triangle symbolizing "eternity".

If Odin's spear was a sharp lightning bolt, then this giant hammer was a fierce thunderclap.

Thor's hammer.

"You actually made me bring out treasures from your vault. You're quite arrogant, you mad beast who's lost your mind."

As if his anger had dissipated, Gilgamesh lowered his eyes, slowly raised the divine weapon from Norse mythology, and aimed it at Lancelot.

Accompanying the bursts of lightning was a chilling killing intent, as cold as Ragnarok.

"Die."

With a thunderous roar, Thor's hammer shot out, and before anyone could catch it, the giant hammer slammed into their chest!

The black-armored knight flew backwards without uttering a sound.

Just then, Diarmuid and Shuoyue slashed from the South Heavenly Gate to the East Road of Penglai, colliding head-on with Lancelot, who was flying backward.

"Hey, what's going on here?!"

"how could I know!"

Faced with the approaching black cannonballs, Shuoyue and Diarmuid tacitly disengaged from the battle. One raised his twin swords, and the other held his red spear horizontally. They exerted their strength to block Lancelot's horizontal attack.

"boom!"

The black armor clashed with the weapon, and at the cost of the two sliding several meters backward, Lancelot, who was wearing heavy armor and weighed at least a hundred kilograms, finally came to a stop. However, his chest armor was dented and crackling with lightning, making him look extremely terrifying.

For an ordinary person, such an injury would likely require a long period of recovery; but for a Servant…

"Roar!" With an angry growl, it leaped up, and the wound on its chest was quickly healed by magic.

He didn't harm those around him, but his animalistic instincts told him what kind of blow he was about to suffer.

Question: If all your enemies are gathered in one place, and you happen to have a powerful, unrestricted area-of-effect (AOE) attack... what would you do?

"Hahaha, come on, let me have my fill of pleasure!"

A mesmerizing laugh echoed through the sky, and golden ripples instantly filled the heavens!

Clad in golden armor, he laughed wildly as if his entire body was cast in gold, with countless weapons emerging from behind him. In the next instant, he launched a frenzied bombardment on the three, including Shuoyue!

"How could he do this!" Irisviel bit her lip, an indescribable madness gripping her heart.

Doesn't this mean that the group will be at odds with three participating groups at the same time?

When did Tokiomi Tohsaka become so unwise?!

But no matter what Irisviel thought, Gilgamesh's weapon had already gotten close to the side of Shuoyue and the others.

The arrogant and aloof king has declared war on three people at the same time!

Notice: I'm currently out of town and didn't bring my computer, so I'll only be updating once a day occasionally. I'll resume updating twice a day when I get back.

Chapter 49 Gilgamesh, fighting three against one!

There's no escaping it; it's the rain formed by the Noble Phantasm. 20

Even comet runners who transform into swift winds cannot escape unscathed from the torrential rain.

If you don't want to give up your life too early, then there is only one option—to defend yourself to the best of your ability!

He stepped forward first, and even being hit head-on by Thor's hammer did not diminish his ferocity.

Seemingly feeling that using rare treasures for bombardment was too wasteful, or perhaps the King of Heroes was simply venting his anger, this attack, though fierce, saw the Noble Phantasm's strength return to its original state.

Since that's the case, things become simple. We just need to replicate the situation from the previous defenses: seize the first weapon we get, and use it to knock down the barrage of Noble Phantasms that keep coming!

But all of this is based on the Noble Phantasm "Knights Never Die Barehanded," which is something that the other two cannot replicate.

"So, do you need help?" Shuoyue's golden eyes swept across the rain of falling treasures, her tone completely relaxed. "For a pure martial artist, such an attack is quite unfriendly, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Fiona's warrior responded with a dignified and fearless smile: "No need for you to trouble yourself, I am quite confident in my marksmanship."

"Heh." Shuoyue spread her hands, and Gan Jiang and Mo Xie appeared. "Humility is a virtue, but excessive humility is hypocrisy, Diarmuid. So, wanna have a match?"

Diarmuid immediately understood what Shuoyue meant, and his smile grew even more delighted. He wielded his twin pistols, tearing through the air as he assumed an offensive stance: "Then I shall learn from you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the handsome warrior gave a light shout, thrusting out his crimson spear and knocking away a battle axe. Then, his golden spear drew an arc, sweeping away all the magical weapons in front of him with the force of a thousand armies.

"In that case, I won't hold back!" The young man, who was not a Servant but whose strength was no less than that of a Servant, licked his lips. The black and white twin blades in his hands were covered with layers of iron spikes, which greatly increased their destructive power and durability while extending their attack range.

Gan Jiang & Mo Xie - Unleashed Form!

Shuoyue closed her eyes, sensing the battle memories of the Guardian, and her twin blades danced in their unleashed form.

It conforms to physiology, follows nature, focuses the mind to achieve gentleness, and accumulates gentleness to achieve strength.

The black and white swords moved with fluid grace, creating an impenetrable circle amidst the overwhelming killing intent, knocking down countless treasures and piling them into a graveyard of blades.

"Well done, Shuoyue!"

"the same as you,!"

"Hoohoho!"

As the saying goes, the Eight Immortals cross the sea, each displaying their unique abilities. Those present are either Heroic Spirits or people who have inherited the power of Heroic Spirits. How could they possibly be defeated by a simple bombardment of Noble Phantasms?

The wind howled, and the clanging of swords rang out incessantly.

Golden light shone around the ancient king as countless Noble Phantasms surged forth. On the other side, a black-armored knight roared, a handsome warrior brandished twin spears, and a white-haired, golden-eyed youth smiled brightly, standing tall amidst the dazzling rain of Noble Phantasms, conspicuously displaying his presence.

"Wow, so amazing..." Irisviel, the only one not involved in the battle, held her heart in her hands, like a girl in a mythological epic witnessing her hero going to war, her eyes sparkling with stars.

The one guarding her took a deep breath, slowly exhaling the fighting spirit and restlessness in his heart, but his holy blue eyes never left Shuoyue and the others for a moment.

"You're right, Irisviel. Both Irisviel and Irisviel are worthy of praise as strong warriors. I myself would like to wield my sword and fight alongside them on the same battlefield."

Artoria finally shifted her gaze from the three heroes and turned it toward the golden Heroic Spirit who stood opposite them.

The ancient hero-king stood with his arms crossed, his cold, ruthless serpentine eyes fixed on the people and followers he had single-handedly suppressed, a playful smile on his lips.

Like VIPs in a theater, they were thoroughly enjoying the actors' energetic performance on stage.

That still-energized appearance made Gilgamesh's purpose instantly clear to her. Her expression turned solemn, and she whispered:

Is this guy trying to wear them down like this...?

It's important to understand that for Gilgamesh, all he needed to do was keep the Gate of Babylon open, and he would have an endless supply of magical artifacts to fight for him. In contrast, the energy, stamina, and magical power of the others fighting amidst the clash of swords were being drastically depleted at all times.

With this ebb and flow, the endless rain of treasures will eventually engulf the three of them!

Should I remind them? She pursed her lips, pondering the question with some hesitation.

However, if even they could see the problem, how could Shuoyue, who knew Gilgamesh inside and out, be kept in the dark?

However, for him, such an excellent opportunity to hone his skills was not something he could easily give up!

The Gate of Babylon still shone brightly, but after intense combat, Shuoyue's arms had begun to ache.

Even though he has the physical attributes of a Servant, he is still human after all.

"Clang!" Another pair of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie swords shattered, but Shuo Yue remained unmoved. The ball of light in his hand expanded, transforming into a brand-new pair of black and white swords, which the young man grasped and thrust forward...

The soreness in her arm caused Shuoyue to pause slightly. Because of this slight error, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's blades only grazed the flying treasure, while the treasure, which looked just like a halberd, continued its momentum and rushed straight toward Shuoyue's right shoulder!

Just as Shuoyue was about to use the Imaginary Number Magic, the bright yellow spear tip popped out, piercing through the Fangtian Halberd. Fragments of the weapon flew everywhere and then dissipated as magic.

Turning her head, she saw Huang Qiangwei, who had already withdrawn her weapon of certain destruction. Her marksmanship was as solid and stable as ever, but she couldn't hide the smug smile on her lips.

Knowing she had lost the contest, Shuoyue snapped her fingers regretfully, causing the Seven Rings of Blazing Sky to open and shield everyone from the attack.

"What about you?"

"Including the time I helped you, that makes exactly 300. Looks like I won, Shuoyue." Diarmuid slung his crimson spear over his shoulder, his left hand gripping a bright yellow short spear, his expression calm and his posture elegant.

"I admit defeat." Shuoyue cupped her hands in apology, frankly acknowledging her shortcomings.

"You flatter me." Even though there was no reward, Diarmuid could not hide his joy, but he quickly became serious and said, "I believe you have already seen that he is using his advantages to wear us down."

“Well, the competition is over anyway, so…” Shuoyue whistled, and a dark shadow emerged from beneath his feet, transforming into an imaginary shadow that stood silently. At the same time, a rhombus-shaped displacement space was generated around him. “I’ll not hold back and use all my power to return the favor.”

"This is terrifying. Are you really from this era?" Diarmuid smiled bitterly as he sensed the surging magic around Shuoyue. His earlier smugness was quickly suppressed. "Cover me, Shuoyue, and also, I will pierce your heart with my magic spear!"

"Roar!" Even in his berserk state, Lancelot still responded.

The pink flower shield gradually dissipated.

Just as the three were on high alert, preparing to teach Gilgamesh a lesson—

The bombing of the Gate of Babylon came to an abrupt end.

After a brief silence, Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, roared through the heavens:

"Do you think your words can quell my anger? You are incredibly audacious, Tokiomi!"

Chapter 50: Offering it with Command Spells