Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Kirei Kotomine, who had trained since childhood, naturally recognized this move. His expression remained unchanged as he took a step forward.

Stomp with one foot, step forward and stomp, exerting force from the heel, moving along the waist, through both hands, and out to the fingertips.

This strike has a resounding name: "Facing the Sun Palm," one of the eight ultimate moves of Bajiquan.

Faced with the deadly attack, Sakugetsu immediately stepped back to dodge Kirei Kotomine's attack. However, the latter stepped closer with his right foot and punched Sakugetsu in the face with his left fist.

"Don't hit someone in the face! How dare you!!"

Loudly complaining, Shuoyue leaned back to dodge, but the black-robed priest was relentless. He quickly turned to the right, palm up, and stabbed the golden-eyed youth in the throat with his left palm.

"Bang!" With her left arm raised, Sakuyue used her right forearm to deflect Kirei Kotomine's killing move, and then quickly turned around to punch him in the face.

Kirei Kotomine frowned, blocked Sakugetsu's attack with the same posture, and then retreated nimbly, getting out of the fighting range.

It wasn't that he was no match for Shuoyue, but rather that he realized the young man was using him as a sparring partner, and his increasingly refined Bajiquan martial arts skills were the best proof of that.

There's no better experience pack than fellow martial arts practitioners.

Although he didn't know where Sakugetsu's seemingly impressive but ultimately shallow Bajiquan skills came from, Kirei Kotomine couldn't allow his rival to continue growing stronger.

Then let's decide the outcome with one decisive blow!

With a slight bulge in his chest, Kirei Kotomine chanted the incantation taught to Tokiomi Tohsaka in a low voice, strengthening his entire body to a level comparable to a Heroic Spirit.

With the enhancement of the magic, the man in the robes moved like lightning, transforming into a swift shadow as he rushed into Shuoyue's arms, striking out in rapid succession with his hands, one in front and one behind, one to the left and one to the right.

Bajiquan's ultimate move: forcefully opening doors from both sides!

Unlike the "Facing the Sun Palm," the "Left and Right Hard Opening Gate" strikes the new moon with two fists following different trajectories.

While Bajiquan is incredibly powerful, it's only effective if it hits its target; otherwise, it's meaningless. The Type-Moon universe lacks the internal energy system found in martial arts novels. Even a grandmaster like Li Shuwen, known for his unparalleled skill, might not be able to injure someone through the air using only his fist power. This is precisely why Kirei Kotomine decisively used magic to enhance his physical abilities, attempting a one-hit kill.

However, this also means that he broke the principle of "simply competing with Bajiquan".

Therefore, the new moon can naturally be observed without any taboos.

The diamond-shaped space passed right through Kirei Kotomine, and in the next instant, the black-robed priest appeared high in the sky, while the golden-eyed youth drew his bow and nocked an arrow, which contained a strong magical power and was aimed at his head.

“Since you want the game to end so badly…” With her headscarf fluttering, Sakugetsu stared at Kirei Kotomine, who was suspended in mid-air, and released the bowstring without any mercy.

"Then farewell, Father."

The explosion of light resembled a miniature sun rising from the forests of Einzbern.

Turning her back to the firelight, Shuoyue casually retracted her bow and walked towards Irisviel.

"Madam, please stand behind me." Hisayu Mami dared not delay and dragged her heavily injured body to block Irisviel, but was impatiently pushed aside by Sakuyue.

With his murderous intent dissipated and his spirit attire dissipated, the seemingly harmless young man, who had his hands tucked into his kimono sleeves, teased, "So, tell me about your thought process? Even though I repeatedly warned you, you still dared to stand in front of Kirei Kotomine. You're quite brave, madam."

"Well~" Irisviel covered her mouth and chuckled, naturally not revealing that this was an effort she and Maiya had made for Kiritsugu.

"It just goes to show how unpredictable human nature can be."

If it's for the sake of his heir, he's willing to risk his life—and others besides himself share the same determination.

This answer had previously filled her with fear and anxiety. But now, the fact makes her feel completely at ease.

Even if she were gone one day, there would be someone silently supporting Kiritsugu so that he wouldn't lose his way (the main wife's statement).

Although Irisviel spoke cryptically, Shuoyue, who was familiar with the plot, still smiled helplessly: "To say that 'human nature' is inconceivable, it seems you are becoming more and more like a human, Irisviel."

The next instant, Shuoyue's intuition sounded an alarm, and Irisviel in front of him also changed his expression and blurted out.

"Watch out, the new moon!"

Numerous magical artifacts flew through the air, like a golden rain shower.

Amidst the torrential rain of death, a red figure streaked through the air, its petal shield shattering inch by inch, yet ultimately holding on until its master escaped the battlefield.

Resuming her battle stance, Shuoyue put down Irisviel and Hisayu Maiya, activated her displacement magic to teleport them away, and then turned to look at the unexpected golden figure.

"The King of Heroes... Gilgamesh."

Standing atop a treetop, clad in golden armor, with arms crossed, its snake-like pupils filled with mockery.

"I told you, cook."

"Don't be in such a hurry, I will show you the majesty of a king at night."

I've discussed it with the editor, and it will be available for purchase this Friday. Since I have no experience, could any readers tell me how many updates I need on the day of release to be considered a "mass update" (brothers, please be reliable)?

Chapter 86 The Golden King's Path

Gilgamesh, the golden king, the oldest hero-king.

On this night of great upheaval, he did not participate in the chaotic battle between Servants, but instead appeared before the Masters and before the new moon.

But the golden-eyed youth was not alarmed. He simply raised his head and calmly asked:

"Where is Kirei Kotomine?"

"Hmph, since I took action, I naturally survived."

Why should we protect him?

"Are you kidding me, cook!" the Golden King scoffed. "The merits and demerits of a subject should be judged by the king, not by you!"

The plan to kill the Pleasure Monster ahead of time had failed once again, and Shuoyue's expression turned cold. He tilted his head, his expression quite defiant:

"To be honest, there's a question I've wanted to ask for a long time..."

"Ok?"

"How dare you, a king who has been dead for nearly five thousand years, spread your outdated and clichéd kingly ways around in the modern world? Is it simply to protect your royal pride, or do you believe that the development of human civilization after your death is utterly insignificant?"

Are you disregarding the progress of civilization over the past millennium?

"Oh? You actually dare to say that?" The Hero King's expression turned cold, and golden ripples spread out behind him. "Bastard."

The fact that he was demoted from cook to bastard clearly enraged Gilgamesh.

Countless magical artifacts poured out once more, completely engulfing the place where Shuoyue stood.

However, the rhomboid space unfolded layer by layer, like a ravenous beast devouring swords and spears. The golden-eyed youth stood proudly on the ground, meeting the gaze of the former king, and proclaimed:

"Why won't you answer me? Have you run out of things to say, King Gilgamesh?"

"What right do you have to make demands of me, you bastard!" The golden king frowned and took out a short cone from his treasury and threw it.

A short cone, marked with unknown patterns, hangs in the sky, fixing space in place.

As a result, the rhombus-shaped space shattered inch by inch, and when the golden wave surged in, the seven rings covering the blazing sky rose up, protecting the pure land behind them.

His white hair was ruffled by the wind, but the gold in the young man's eyes shone even brighter: "I have never had any identity. You can think of me as a cook, an older brother, a magician, or even a king who rules over himself... But before that!"

The Mountain-Slaying Sword roared forth, piercing through the chaotic storm of Noble Phantasms, heading straight for Gilgamesh in the tree.

The ancient tree, hundreds of years old, was crushed into dust, and the hero king, clad in golden armor, landed gracefully, standing on the same level as the youth.

"First and foremost, I am a human being!" Shuoyue drew her sword and charged towards Gilgamesh.

"As a member of humanity who still exists today, I question the ancient kings recorded in the earliest epics—"

The black and white blades sliced ​​down one weapon after another, and the youth drew ever closer to the king, who stood with his arms crossed.

"In your eyes, does your kingly way prevail over everything? Do you believe that people must be divided into different classes, and that everyone must bow down to the dignity of the king?"

Facing the sharp blade and piercing words of Shuoyue, Gilgamesh, for some reason, suddenly lost his anger, and even a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Modern humans? How interesting... Since you've raised your weapons against me for such a reason, then I must show you the true power and majesty of a sovereign!"

The torrent of sword rain abruptly stopped. He personally took out a battle axe and shattered Shuoyue's twin blades in a single exchange.

"Well then, listen carefully, you who call yourself a modern person!"

The battle axe slammed heavily to the ground, and the handsome King of Uruk, abandoning his arrogant tone, declared loudly:

"So-called identity is merely a footnote to one's journey in this world. Is a shoeshine man destined to be overshadowed by the glory of a king? No, all human lives have always enjoyed the same beauty!"

"But he was greedy, greedy for the king's wealth and luxury, and he was fearful, fearful of the king's army."

"Therefore, he humbled himself because of greed, and bowed his head because of fear!"

"It is not because I forced them to submit to me, but because they have beheld the glory of a king and are willing to be driven by me!"

"Remember this, Shuoyue: my way of kingship has never been about oppression and tyranny. Uruk prospers because of me, do you understand? Only my will can govern everything, only my existence can rule over everything!"

A deep forest, bathed in the bright moonlight.

The emerald green greatsword pierced the night, its golden light illuminating the darkness.

The ancient king stood on the ancient planet, laughing wildly without restraint.

The kingdom of the king has become history, but as long as he still stands here, Uruk will live on forever—because he himself represents that oldest civilization.

Gilgamesh, the Hero King.

Such a figure, such a will, is the reason why he was engraved on the realm record tape and transformed into a heroic spirit.

Crimson flames bloomed in the darkness.

This is the battlefield where three Servants fought fiercely. The stalemate between the swordsman, the lancer, and the berserker is over. When they took out two weapons from behind their backs, the situation took an unexpected turn.

! ”

A cracking sound accompanied by a roar rang out, and as the figure flew backward, a burst of sparks instantly engulfed the nearby trees like a swarm of locusts. In the blink of an eye, the once lush greenery was reduced to utter ashes, leaving no trace.

The smell of burning gunpowder filled the nostrils of the two heroic spirits.

"This weapon was the first one I recognized. It was the firearm that her Master was most skilled at using, a mechanical launching device that was considered a mainstream weapon in the modern world."

Ordinary bullets shouldn't have any effect...

However, when the hail of bullets swept in again, both of them honestly pushed off the ground, quickly creating distance to avoid the spitting flames.

The stray bullets that missed their targets blasted large holes in the ground and tree trunks with unimaginable destructive power; even Servants would be astonished by such force.

"Even we would suffer fatal damage if we were hit, right?"

"Is it because of its Noble Phantasm?!"

Although it was unknown where the guns came from, the black-armored mad knight held a modern gun in each hand. Both the gun barrels and magazines were corrupted by hateful magic, turning them into ferocious demonic weapons that could pose a threat to Servants.

In the forest, where there is no cover, or where the cover is extremely fragile, those using melee weapons are unable to close the distance between themselves and the enemy for a long time, let alone attempt to fight back.