Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Thunder roared and lightning flashed, engines roared, and green-gold arcs streaked across the sky.

"All race cars (spaceships) started at the same time, and the competitors in each group were neck and neck, not giving way to each other!"

The Vimalakirti takes the lead; this fighter jet is powered by solar energy generated from a mercury-fueled solar crystal, enabling it to fly at high speeds, defying the laws of physics!

"Hahahaha, hate your defeat under my glorious light!" The surrounding scenery was stretched into a straight line. Surrounded by a storm-like airflow, the golden king let out a wild laugh, raising his wine glass to the contestants following behind him, looking as arrogant as could be.

Although he did not unleash Vimaya's full power, the speed of the King's Throne was beyond the reach of ants!

"Oh, that wine cup seems to contain fine wine!" The one driving the oxcart, closely following Vimaya, stared intently at the wine cup in the Hero King's hand, his eyes shining.

"Where is your focus?!" Huddled inside the carriage, Weber was also shocked by the absurdity of the situation. "If Shuoyue is right, Vimaya, which floats like us, can maintain top speed at all times and just go straight to the finish line!"

"Don't rush, kid, I already knew that." Iskandar, who descended in his class form, narrowed his eyes. To these Servants, the howling air currents that blinded ordinary people were merely a refreshing breeze, and he was enjoying the feeling.

Ah, it feels as if I am still galloping across the battlefield, as if I have returned to the days when I led my troops like the wind, sweeping across the entire continent and heading towards the endless sea.

Even today, the resounding battle songs of his soldiers still echo in his dreams, like the roar of the endless sea reverberating in his heart.

"Roar, bull! Sing praises of my might to the world! Nothing under heaven can stop my charge!!"

With a roar louder than thunder, the divine bull proudly kicked its legs in mid-air, its speed suddenly increasing!

"What!" The man who had been sitting calmly on the high platform suddenly showed his surprise, because the Conqueror King, who had been trailing behind him, suddenly burst out with even greater speed. The chariot that was driving lightning was like a bolt of lightning that suddenly struck the battlefield, and the blinding flash almost turned the night into day!

"Hahaha, King of Heroes, if I reach the finish line first, you'd better obediently offer up the fine wines from your treasury for me to enjoy to my heart's content!"

The gleaming path of lightning quickly overtook Vimaya, even maliciously unleashing a few bolts of lightning that struck Vimaya, causing him to stagger. With swift reflexes, Vimaya retrieved the wine cup that was about to spill. Instead of gloom in his snake-like red eyes, he revealed the pleasure derived from the impending provocation.

"Interesting bastard, you actually regard my treasures as spoils of 'conquest'?"

Vima's speed was set with the original "Divine Wheel" as a reference point—perhaps it was precisely because he knew this that he suppressed the power of the Divine Wheel at the beginning, and then unleashed it completely at this moment, surpassing the King of Heroes in one fell swoop.

If the amount of solar crystal burned is increased, 'Vimalak's' speed will also be improved, and it will soon surpass others.

But it is absolutely impossible to do so. As the King of Heroes, his words signify the law—even he himself would not defy the rules he himself has set, for that would be an insult to his kingly way.

There are no obstacles in the air, speed is everything, if this continues, victory is sure to follow, right?

However, the fact that the champion will not break his own rules does not mean that he will not make good use of the rules of the competition itself.

For example... Shuoyue never said that Noble Phantasms were not allowed in this competition.

"How dare you provoke me with Vanley! Are you ready to pay the price?" Golden ripples flashed, and a heavy hammer bearing the mark of a Celtic triangle was ejected from it, landing in Gilgamesh's hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, you can't play like this, can you?" Sensing the threat from behind, Iskandar's previously laughing expression immediately turned bitter.

"Who told you to provoke me like that, you big idiot!" Waver naturally recognized that he was holding Thor's hammer. As a weak, pitiful, and helpless Master, the aftershocks of this divine weapon could probably vaporize him on the spot.

"I can't help it, my hands are itching." As he spoke, he flicked the reins, and the lightning wrapped around the chariot converged, colliding head-on with Mjolnir, Thor's hammer, which was attacking from behind.

But the offensive wasn't over yet. After deciding to use his Noble Phantasms, Gilgamesh unleashed the entire treasury without any restraint, throwing out countless Noble Phantasms as disposable items, chasing after the beam of lightning ahead.

"Hold on tight, kid! Oralalalala!"

“Aa ...

Amidst excited roars and screams, Iskandar unleashed his A+ level piloting skills with unparalleled ease, weaving freely through the overwhelming rain of Noble Phantasms, with bolts of lightning occasionally breaking through the defenses and crashing directly towards Vimaya.

With the opening of the Royal Treasury, the speed of the Divine Wheel inevitably slowed down, and Vimaya quickly caught up with it. However, with the threat of the lightning from the Divine Wheel, Gilgamesh was unable to advance any further. The two Servants thus engaged in a fierce battle, advancing and retreating back and forth, staging a magnificent chase in the sky.

Having discussed the two groups that possess air superiority, let's now talk about the groups that operate on the ground.

Compared to the smooth aerial track, the ground track is much more intricate. The national highway, far from the city center, is built along the mountainside and is winding and twisting. Simply pursuing speed can easily lead to accidents. Moreover, both groups are using vehicles made with modern technology, which are not as sturdy as the Noble Phantasms. At best, there will be minor collisions, and at worst, the vehicles will be destroyed and people will die.

But this also means that the chase between them will be more intense and exciting, like dancing on the edge of a knife.

The moment the race began, the sports car he was driving took the lead and overtook the superior Kawasaki.

"Brother, aren't we going to chase after them?" Miyu asked curiously, clearly sensing that Sakuyue still had energy left.

"It's not time yet, Miyu." At this moment, the two groups in the sky had already started fighting. Sakuzuki leisurely watched as Miyu crashed into the battle, and couldn't help but reveal a cunning smile.

"Miyu, why do you think I would involve my Master in this battle?"

Why? It's because you want to see Kiritsugu in a sorry state, right? Miyu's eyes clearly conveyed this meaning.

"Haha, that's part of the reason, of course." The silver-green motorcycle moved freely through the streets. "But it also serves to restrain the Masters, preventing a few Servants from getting carried away and destroying Fuyuki City—and, to protect their respective Masters, the Servants' performance will definitely be even more spectacular, won't it?"

"All that talk was just to satisfy your own perverse pleasure, Onii-chan!"

I'm back!

Although I still have exams tomorrow and the day after, if I start updating now, I'll use up all the drafts I have by the time the exams are over!

Oh right, I finally got BB! Yay! (Although dark-skinned people don't like it)

Chapter 118 Servant Competition (Part 2)

As the silver luxury car approached the two Noble Phantasms in the sky, Kazuya naturally noticed them rapidly catching up.

"Oh, the young lady is working very hard," I glanced at her in my spare time, muttering, "but bringing her whole family along, what kind of behavior is that..."

The other method was even more direct; a portion of the ripples from the King's Treasury was redirected, facing the Mercedes-Benz, and directly launched the Noble Phantasm.

"Since you're here, let's join in!"

"Hold on tight, Irisviel!" The person in the driver's seat also saw the golden light falling from the sky. While gritting her teeth, she gripped the steering wheel tightly and demonstrated a riding ability no less than Iskandar's.

"Forward, East Starlion!"

"It already has a name? This is clearly my car!"

Under his wife's nagging, the four-wheeled beast roared wildly in response to the furious throttle under his feet. The astonishing sound of the six-cylinder engine was like that of a ferocious, raging carnivore.

A deep, powerful roar from a steel lion shook the tranquil night.

The Noble Phantasms rained down from the sky, naturally landing directly on their heads. A direct hit would be a given, but at their current speed, even a mere glancing blow that swerved the vehicle would be fatal.

What's even more dangerous is that there's a nearly 90-degree bend right in front of you!

Although Mercedes-Benz is not a rocket car that cannot turn, at its current speed, it will inevitably be affected by centrifugal force when trying to take a turn, which is undoubtedly a great challenge for the driver!

Slowing down—that's impossible. If we back down, we absolutely cannot pass this test; the only way to survive is to break through.

Having made up his mind, he resolutely rushed into the danger. A large number of Noble Phantasms crashed onto the road, unleashing dangerous bursts of light. He sped along, tracing a long, serpentine path, dodging and weaving through the gaps in between.

"Drink ah ah ah!"

Accompanied by the release of her most relied-upon combat skill—magic release—the torrent of magic emanating from behind her forcefully pressed the raging vehicle beneath her onto the road, directing all its power towards acceleration in the indicated direction.

The brakes were completely ignored; she used magic to continuously control the vehicle, channeling excess torque into the rear wheels. Taking advantage of the rapid acceleration that exceeded the vehicle's weight, causing the front wheels to lift off the ground, she released her magic in that instant, forcefully tilting the vehicle and twisting the explosive straight-line sprint in an almost tipping motion, changing the vehicle's direction and showcasing driving skills beyond the limits.

A piercing wail echoed through the sky—the sound of tires violently rubbing against the ground. But even with the tires severely worn, the driver still managed to break through the combined blockade of the curves, riding like a streak of blue light across the national highway!

Upon witnessing such a magnificent four-wheeled dance, the two Servants in the sky were captivated, and then, with smiles on their lips, they also let out a hearty laugh of unbridled joy.

"Hahahaha! Excellent! This is the true, noble and dignified King of Knights! You are like a star on the battlefield!"

"Well done, clown! Use your performance to please me even more!"

After this declaration, the power of the Gate of Babylon was unleashed once more, unleashing a rain of Noble Phantasms capable of completely destroying roads!

This time, however, the silver sedan no longer simply dodged. As one of the gull-wing doors opened, the blonde, blue-eyed female knight nimbly flipped onto the roof, revealing the magnificent form of the holy sword in her hand.

"Hmm?!" He frowned, his gaze fixed intently on the driver's seat of the car.

If the driver is standing on the roof of the car, then who is controlling this beast?

Her silver hair fluttered in the gust of wind rushing into the car. Irisviel ruthlessly floored the accelerator, but when she looked at the ashen-faced man in the rearview mirror, her initial excitement turned to worry.

"Kiritsugu...are you alright?"

"Don't worry about me, Alice." The man suppressed his dizziness and tried to keep his tone calm. "Just have fun."

"Um... okay." Irisviel looked away, but a strange emotion rose in her heart.

Neither her well-known husband nor the cold-blooded killer in this war could possibly say something like 'have fun'.

The android's delicate and sensitive mind detected a certain change, but this was not the time to concern itself with it.

"I'm counting on you!"

"Leave it to me, Alice!" The knight responded loudly to the princess's request, gripping the hilt of his sword and swinging it upwards!

"Wind King Hammer!"

The raging winds were restrained by magic, transforming into a surging army that scattered the falling treasures, which fell like meteors around the road.

"Wow~~!" Ahead lay an ever-extending road, with stars falling like rain on both sides, their exploding light reflecting Irisviel's surprised face.

Behind her, Kiritsugu Emiya sat in the back, keeping watch on his surroundings, but he couldn't help but let his gaze fall on his beloved wife, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

For Ilya's sake—that's how he convinced himself to acquiesce to Sakugetsu's almost absurd suggestion.

But why did he blurt out that sentence?

What am I thinking?

Kiritsugu Emiya fell into deep thought, but had no time to pay attention to him. After releasing the Wind King Barrier, she did not stop there, but took a deep breath.

For Ilya, their desire to win was stronger than any other group—

Then countless rays of light and countless prayers shone from all directions, all rushing toward the holy sword in her hand.

"This is!" Iskandar's expression changed. He stared at the light without blinking, unusually remaining silent.

"Damn it, I've angered the ahoge (cowlick), someone's going to be in trouble." Shuoyue, watching the gods fight from afar, gloated and reached into her pocket to contact a familiar for communication.

"Get ready, Kariya, this is a great opportunity."

"I don't need you to tell me!" The man on the other end of the line, who had just fallen asleep but was woken up and rushed over without stopping, responded unhappily.

Without gathering her strength, she raised the holy sword high and unleashed her fury upon the two figures in the sky:

"Oath—The Sword of Victory!"

Despite deliberately suppressing its power, the incredibly strong Star Breath surged forth. Sensing the danger, the chariot had already steered away, but remained motionless, as if determined to witness the full force of the aurora.

As the Royal Treasury opened, countless powerful Noble Phantasms formed a barrier, resisting the release of only a small number of Noble Phantasms.

"My king..." Tokiomi Tohsaka looked at the destructive light outside the barrier with trepidation, but the arrogant king beside him did not respond.

This rare radiance reminded the original heroic spirits of the distant past.

—Long ago, there was a man. He was a foolish and ridiculous fellow whose body was made of clay, yet who aspired to be on par with the Son of God.