Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

These are Dragon Fang Soldiers.

If we compare dragon teeth to seeds sown in the soil, then they are the green shoots that grow from those seeds.

These seeds, containing magic and the earth mother Gaia, gave birth to such a monster.

They will fight endlessly, until death do them part. "Terrifying" is far from sufficient to describe them. Dragonfang Warriors possess the simplest of thoughts and emotions—to kill their enemies. Even with an arm severed, they will not cease their machine-like slaughter. As long as their enemy has a last breath, they will fight without end, even if they are ultimately reduced to dust.

If an ordinary magician came here, he would surely be overwhelmed by the Dragon Fang Soldiers like a tidal wave.

...Unfortunately, for players of a certain gacha game, seeing them only brings excitement, not fear.

For example, the new moon.

The so-called otherworld is like a small world created in reality. Unless an extraordinary attack is used, the fluctuations inside will not affect the outside world.

In other words—it's okay to turn this place upside down!

An excited smile appeared on the young man's face. He crossed his hands as if to tear something apart, and the vast magical power emanating from his body surged even more.

Magic Projection!

As darkness fell, two giant swords obscured all light and hope.

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.

Burn and drive away the seas, cut down a thousand mountains.

Mesopotamian mythology is on full display in this small, otherworldly realm.

Amidst the violent explosion of the greatsword hitting the ground and her white hair being tossed about by the gale, Shuoyue covered her face and laughed wildly without restraint:

"Destroy everything! Hell Scythe, Dust Saw!"

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Chapter 58 Is Miss Ilya here?

The scythe of the prison, the saw of dust.

Its true name is "the dawn horizon that burns and drives away all seas" and "the verdant horizon that opens up a thousand mountains", following the principles of "purification" and "separation".

Even though the new moon only projected a fraction of the essence of these two weapons, it still managed to sever the spiritual veins of Einzbern Castle, preventing Ahardon from controlling the central hub of the magic workshop.

For both the Magic Workshop and the Magician, losing their connection is fatal. It means that the Magic Workshop can only launch simple, self-disciplined counterattacks, while the Magician loses the workshop's advantage and all its support, and can only rely on his own strength to fight the enemy.

If Shuoyue had projected these two giant swords from the beginning, the three magic furnaces supporting the 32nd floor of the magic workshop would have been crushed by the higher mysterious suppression, and the entire magic workshop would have lost its energy and ceased to exist.

But just like Kiritsugu blowing up this building, it was a clever way to bypass the content and directly destroy the workshop itself, which was not Sakugetsu's original intention. Therefore, he did not intend to project these two divinely created swords.

Yes, originally.

But in another world, looking at the vast and mighty Dragon Fang soldiers, could anyone resist the urge to sweep them away with a large-scale AOE attack?

Moreover, this is in another world, so no matter what she does, it won't affect the real world. Shuoyue has no psychological burden at all!

The greatsword, as fiery as flames, and the giant sword, as agate as rubies, swept across, easily crushing the weak, pitiful, and helpless Dragon Tooth soldiers. The feeling transmitted through them gave Shuoyue a sense of exhilaration.

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The zombie siege was completely wiped out by Shuoyue. With the destruction of the last Dragon Tooth Soldier, this otherworldly realm painstakingly created by the Spirit Summoning Department collapsed on its own and dissipated into magic.

Before disappearing from the other world, Kenneth retrieved his twin swords. When the new moon returned to observation, he was astonished to find that the white-haired youth was spotless, except that his golden eyes were even brighter and more... full of anticipation.

It's as if a king looking down from above is asking: Do you have any more interesting tricks to offer me?

That innocent gaze, though penetrating the familiar's surveillance, brought Kenneth immense pressure. The blond man clenched his trembling hands, and a rare sense of defiance arose in his heart.

"Then it's as you wish..."

Behind him, an invisible and intangible demon, seemingly carrying endless malice, screamed and vanished the moment Kenneth was freed from his restraints, then attacked another being on this floor.

Hyatt Hotel, downstairs.

The guests were awakened from their sleep by the fire alarm and directed to the outdoor parking lot. They gathered together, their faces a mixture of fear of the fire, drowsiness, and discomfort from the cold. Hotel staff hurriedly moved through the crowd.

"Mr. Archibald! Is Mr. Archibald here?" The receptionist on duty raised his voice, searching the last group of guests on the guest list whose names hadn't yet been called. (The entire hotel staff was extremely concerned about this super VIP who had booked the entire top-floor suite. In a sense, he was the most important person the hotel wanted to avoid any problems with.)

"Mr. Archibald! Are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here. Please don't worry." A calm and collected voice answered from behind. The clerk turned around and was puzzled. The person who spoke to him was a Japanese man wearing an old coat and with an unremarkable appearance.

This joke was really not funny. Just as the counter staff was getting annoyed and was about to reprimand him—the man's eyes made him unable to move. A mysterious attraction made him unable to take his gaze off the other person, and he couldn't even speak.

"I am Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald. My wife and I have already taken refuge." The unfamiliar Eastern voice was calm and clear. Under the influence of the magic of suggestion, the counter staff's thoughts were blurred, and they believed what the man said without any doubt.

Is that so? Ah, that's right. So they've already taken refuge.

The clerk checked "taken refuge" on the register and breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer felt any doubt or unease about his conversation with the gentleman.

After watching the counter staff hurriedly leave to deal with other evacuees, Kiritsugu Emiya moved away from the crowd. Once he was sure no one was watching, he took out his phone from his pocket.

"I'm all ready. What about you?"

“There’s nothing unusual. You can take action at any time.”

On the other end of the phone was his partner, Hisayu Maiya, who was located on the upper floor of a high-rise building still under construction, diagonally opposite the Fuyuki Hyatt Hotel. That was the room where he could monitor Kenneth at the closest distance.

Kiritsugu let out a soft breath, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with one hand, and entered a number into his phone with the other. But he paused slightly on the last key and couldn't help but look at the brightly lit building.

After the plans were changed, the bomb was set up much faster than expected—in fact, Kiritsugu had already made all the preparations to blow up the building by the time Sakuzuki arrived at the Kaiyue Building.

If the explosion had occurred at that time, not only would Master Kenneth have fallen 150 meters from a height, making it impossible for him to survive regardless of any magical barrier used for defense, but also...

Unfortunately, he deliberately increased the dosage on the first floor of the hotel.

An explosion at near-zero distance—even Shuoyue couldn't escape unscathed.

She's not some flirtatious girl (just kidding).

Despite the excellent opportunity presented to him, Kiritsugu Emiya remained silent, choosing to watch the hotel guests evacuate before proceeding with the explosion.

Why wait?

Hadn't he already decided to use himself as the balance, making this Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City the final bloodshed for humanity? For that, those travelers were a necessary sacrifice.

but……

—This is a very reasonable strategy, yes, that's how he convinced himself.

This charade was intended to lower Kenneth and Shuoyue's guard so they could focus on their fight and prevent him from discovering another trap.

In fact, the plan did work. The two magicians were absolutely confident in their abilities, especially their Master, who knew he would make a move tonight. But they still confidently climbed to the 32nd floor, unaware that the entire floor would collapse and engulf them.

But is that all I really think?

Could it be that the sadness in his heart wanted to make unrelated travelers seek refuge, and he was unconsciously causing this?

If that's the case, such fatal naiveté will surely cost him his life on the battlefield.

To calm the slight wavering in his heart, Kiritsugu lit another cigarette.

Just then, the faint and indistinct shouts of the counter staff came from afar, yet they pierced his eardrums and went straight to his heart like sharp arrows.

"Miss Ilya? Is Miss Ilya here?"

Chapter 59: The Person Named "Emiya Kiritsugu"

"Miss Ilya? Miss Ilya is here..."

The counter staff's calls were interrupted by a low, hurried voice.

"Please hand me the roster."

"Ah, good, good."

No magic was used, but the man's expression was so terrifying and empty that the counter staff's will was easily crushed, and they blankly handed over the roster.

Kiritsugu Emiya snatched it away and quickly flipped through it, finally stopping at a name that was extremely familiar.

Illyasviel von Einzbern

Room No.]

Emiya Kiritsugu's fingertips began to tremble.

He remembered, he remembered clearly, that Illyasviel's daughter was born on a freezing night in 1986.

But how could she possibly have come here? From the distant Winter City?

After handing the roster back to the counter staff, Kiritsugu Emiya gazed in the direction of the Hyatt Hotel, closed his eyes briefly, as if making a decision.

Then, take a step.

If his daughter were also inside this deadly building, then as a father, he should risk his life to rescue her.

This is an obvious fact.

But this man is different; in the face of fatherly love, he has something even more important to bear—

On the road to becoming a "father," the thorns of his "ideal" made his steps extremely difficult.

With each step the man took toward the hotel, his legs trembled and his eyes vacant. His heart wavered more and more, and the cracks on his usually calm face grew deeper.

It seems that every step he takes is a betrayal of his wishes and his ideals.

"Is Kiritsugu Emiya here?" The clerk kept calling out, the voice seeming to come from some unreal horizon, making Kiritsugu Emiya feel light and airy, as if walking on clouds.

Ah, Father.

The father who devoted himself to the study of time magic was sealed away.

The father who developed a drug to turn people into ghosts for his magical research and used ordinary people as test subjects.

He still remembered the feeling of the dagger piercing the magician's body; it was also the first time he had picked up a gun and ended the magician's life.

The past wounds were torn open, and the soul-wrenching pain only spurred Kiritsugu Emiya to keep moving forward.

"Xia Lei, is Miss Xia Lei here?"

Xia Lei...

Bright red blood flowed from the scar.