Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, and he would not hold a grudge against the new moon that killed Hephaestion, but even so, the new moon still became the target he most wanted to eliminate.

The reason is simple: a single Mad Orchid is not scary, but a bandit armed with advanced weaponry by Shuoyue is terrifying.

The decline of the Companion Cavalry began after Mad Oran acquired the spear.

Therefore, we must use the most complete military formation to crush the new moon...

Just then, a voice called out from behind.

Not only Iskandar, but many generals also turned their attention to him, after all, in this army, there was only one person who did not need to address Iskandar as the Great.

That is Waver, the Master who summoned Iskandar.

Stared at by countless distinguished generals, Weber couldn't help but tremble, but he gritted his teeth and said earnestly:

I understand your pain, and I believe you can pull yourself together. There's only one thing I want to remind you of—

"And where are they now?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Iskandar suddenly became alert: "Teacher!"

“Yes, it was my mistake.” The old man, known as one of the greatest philosophers, scientists and educators in history, stepped forward, raised his cane slightly, and murmured a prayer.

The light screen, woven by divine magic, unfolded and, after searching aimlessly for a while, finally stopped at the flank of the army.

However, no sign of Kazumi was visible; only the scorching air reflected blurry light and shadow.

"Following the magic, we finally located this place." Aristotle stroked his beard, his tone calm. "Since you've infiltrated the heart of the territory unnoticed, you must have hidden yourself using some method, right?"

"Leonathus, Antigonus, each of you lead your heavy cavalry and shield infantry forward. Victory is not our goal, but we must stop the new moon and the new moon." Iskandar frowned slightly, then quickly issued the order. "Cretas, Critus, you go to the flanks and search for the new moon's trail!"

Leonatus, one of the Seven Attendants, was skilled at commanding infantry, and the famous "Macedonian phalanx" was his forte.

Antigonus, the one-eyed old man, a war god, and one of the greatest commanders of the Hellenistic era.

Crétas, who saved Alexander's life on the Granicas River, was renowned for his personal bravery.

Critus, who participated in the Lamia Wars to quell the Greek city-states' rebellion against Macedonia, was known as 'White Hair'.

As the saying goes, "A man's reputation is not undeserved," and the four generals quickly accepted the order and led their troops out.

“Oh, right,” Weber spoke up again, “Mr. Aristotle, please wait a moment, I have a preliminary idea…”

As Weber and Aristotle discussed in hushed tones, many generals in the army changed their gazes as they looked at the short-haired boy.

This kid... he's got guts.

"Have we been discovered...?" He couldn't help but purse his lips as he gazed at the two generals leading their troops toward him.

Beside her, the azure-colored magical girl gripped her cane tightly, almost pressed against her body.

Those who have impure thoughts should go stand in the corner. There's only one reason why Miyu did this:

The maximum output of the 'Wind King Barrier' can only cover this range.

With the scabbard 'Avalon' lost and 'Excalibur' unusable at will, she had long since thoroughly studied the various functions of 'Wind King Barrier' during her long campaign.

For example, it can be used as a booster to increase the speed of oneself or one's warhorse; it can be used as an attack method, transforming into the Wind King's Iron Hammer to wipe out opponents in one fell swoop; or it can be used to wrap a storm around the blade to increase its range and destructive power...

For example, nowadays, by manipulating the atmosphere to change the refractive index of light, weapons or even ourselves can become invisible.

Fortunately, they were both young girls, and Miyu was also petite, so the two girls squeezed together and were right within the range of the Wind King's barrier.

Watching the cavalry begin to gallop around the flanks, their weapons flailing wildly in the air, they had to admit that their whereabouts had been exposed and they were now being tracked down.

"As expected of the Conqueror King's army, I didn't expect that Shuoyue and the others could react so quickly after causing such a commotion." Through her telepathic conversation with Irisviel, she naturally understood what had happened. At this moment, she looked at the two generals, Kretas and Critus, and her holy blue eyes gradually turned stern.

"Although I wanted to infiltrate their ranks in one fell swoop, it seems impossible now. In that case... Miss Miyu!"

"Yeah, I got it!"

The next moment, the Wind King's barrier was dispelled, transforming into a violent hurricane that sprayed behind them, stirring up sand and dust and disrupting the surrounding vision. At the same time, Miyu took off into the air, creating barriers in the air, and together they stepped on the magic barriers, rushing forward in mid-air.

With a swing of his broadsword, dispersing the dust, the black man Kretas gazed at the two figures in mid-air and roared like thunder:

"Infantry, javelin throwers!"

With a wave of his hand, Critus caused the infantrymen, who had been standing still, to change their stance, switching their grip on their spears from a forward hand to a reverse hand, and then throwing their spears in unison.

The magical javelins instantly shattered the magical barrier set up by Miyu. Turning around, she swept her holy sword, knocking down javelins one by one. However, some still managed to slip through the net, grazing Miyu's arm behind her and leaving a shallow bloodstain.

"Are you alright, Miyu?"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury." Miyu's face remained calm. She didn't even bother to heal her injuries, but instead focused all her magical energy on creating barriers to allow them to advance.

After the first volley of javelins, Kretas, gazing at the unharmed Miyu who was still building a barrier, simply dropped his greatsword and snatched a javelin from an infantryman.

As his magic surged, the muscles in his arms bulged, assuming a taut, projectile stance.

Kretas, known as one of the three "fierce Zhang Feis", is even stronger than Iskandar (provided he doesn't possess divinity).

The javelin he fired probably didn't even have time for the user's intuition to react, let alone Miyu, who was focused on building the passage.

However, just as he was about to throw the javelin, a muffled thunderous roar came from afar.

The millimeter bullet pierced Kretas's head in an instant... no, rather than piercing, it blew his head to pieces.

Thus, the valiant Crétas followed in Hephaestion's footsteps, his headless corpse collapsing to the ground, transforming into spirit particles that unwillingly dissipated.

In the distance, after confirming Kretas's death, Shuoyue, who was lying on the ground, stood up from behind her sniper rifle and sneered:

"How dare you touch my lovely sister... You're tired of living."

He looked up at the gloomy-faced Leonardos and Antigonus, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face:

"Second Battalion Commander, bring up my Italian cannon!"

"Roar!"

At the same time, Miyu also broke into the army's central command. With a sharp shout, the blond-haired, blue-eyed Knight King leaped down, his holy sword aimed at Iskandar's imposing figure, and brought it down on his head:

"Take this, Conqueror King!"

Chapter 134 God of War, Sage, Reversal of the Situation

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drumbeats were powerful and fierce, starting with rapid, rapid strikes, followed by a powerful, impassioned slam, like a gavel falling in court.

Thus, the troops, awakened by the Emperor's summons, stepped forward.

He took down his war bow, knelt on one knee, and fired a volley of arrows.

Each arrow imbued with magic was comparable to a mortar shell, bombarding the area where Shuoyue and Kuanglan were located, but it failed to penetrate the magnificent iron wall that rose from the ground.

The next moment, the real mortars roared to life.

Not just one, but a whole row!

The modern firearms, transformed into treasures by Kuanglan, roared in unison, soaring over the iron wall constructed by Shuoyue, and suddenly exploded in the square formation of archers. In the turbulent flow of flames and hot winds, countless figures turned into spiritual particles and dissipated.

"Boom--!"

The drumbeats were long and drawn out. The one-eyed old man, shirtless, struck the war drums heavily, guiding the chaotic army and reorganizing them into neat square formations.

Using drumbeats to control the army's momentum is the act of a master general!

A path automatically parted in the middle of the legion, and Leonardus mounted his warhorse, leading the army behind him in a charge. A white light emanated from his body, spreading outwards and eventually completely covering the legion's perimeter, greatly enhancing the defensive capabilities of the charging troops.

"Release it again, Mad Orchid!"

"Roar!"

The mortar positions roared, but this time, the shells failed to achieve their purpose. Instead, they were deflected by the white-glowing formation and exploded in mid-air.

"Charge!" Seeing that the enemy's strange weapon had been contained, the Macedonian army's morale soared. Under the loud shouts of the seven attendants, Leonatos, their charge accelerated even further. In an instant, they were about to tear through the iron wall cast by the projection and rip the two hateful enemies to shreds.

Just then, the iron wall in front of them automatically parted, revealing a white-haired, golden-eyed youth with a weapon resembling a barrel slung over his shoulder. He grinned at them and pulled the trigger.

Emits scorching flames, a thick-headed thermobaric bullet shot out and slammed into Leonardus's face.

Then they saw the sun.

The air was taken away, and after the molecular-level redox reaction, there was an oxygen-free combustion that lasted for tens of thousands of seconds. The extreme high temperature and pressure exploded at a speed of 4000 meters per second, taking away all life within its range.

Under the relentless, deadly heat, the white light that enveloped the army was quickly diluted and eventually dissipated.

Then, Shuoyue casually tossed aside the RPG, snapped her fingers, and a cylindrical cast iron projectile appeared behind her.

One of the prohibited weapons: cluster bombs.

"I've never signed the Cluster Bomb Convention." After muttering to himself, Shuoyue was about to launch the cluster bomb when Kuanglan's angry roar of pain rang out behind him!

Turning my head, I saw a crimson arrow stuck in the back of the black knight. Looking further into the distance, I saw a burly man wearing a mane and feathered crown lower his longbow and strike his short spear against the round shield in his left hand, his provocative posture self-evident.

Seleucus I, the "Victor," was one of the most capable generals under Iskandar and the founder of the Seleucid dynasty. His legendary stories are even more impressive than those of Lancelot, the first Knight of the Round Table.

So far, Iskandar has sent out a total of seven Heroic Spirits—even the Round Table under his command cannot compare. Simply comparing the number of heroes and generals, Britain, confined to one island, can never compare with Macedonia, which spans three continents: Asia, Europe, and Africa.

However, this does not mean that the Knights of the Round Table will back down, especially the Mad Lan, who has lost his mind and is now driven only by the instincts of a beast.

"Roar!" Grabbing several guns and grenades, he armed himself like a ruthless bandit and ran like the wind, tearing through the steel barrier. Before Shuoyue could stop him, he rushed towards Seleucus, who had ambushed him.

Seleucus flipped over, leaped off the small mound, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"A diversionary tactic, how boring." Shuoyue saw through their scheme at a glance, scoffed, and lay down to set up her gun. "Since we're at a disadvantage... let's kill one more."

"Bang!" Barrett spat out flames again, and the bullet, enhanced to a D-rank Noble Phantasm, broke the sound barrier and pierced Leonardus's left shoulder, tearing his arm to shreds.

Pulling the bolt, the spent cartridge ejected, Shuoyue held her breath and fired again.

"boom!"

The short spear, its tip gleaming with gold, thrust out and struck the flying bullet with perfect precision, knocking it away, while the hand, seemingly relaxed due to age, remained unshaken.

“Go back, Leonardus. You lack the strength to face this young man directly.” The one-eyed old man donned his helmet, leaving only his resolute back to his seven attendants.

Although his territory was contested after Iskandar's death, when his king issued a summons, the 'God of War' volunteered to be the emperor's spear and shield.

"Tsk!" Leonatus clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, but still flicked the reins and galloped back to the camp. After confirming that the rear was safe, Antigonus finally turned around and looked at the young man who had already abandoned his firearms and was now holding two swords.

Among the heroic spirits who descended upon the army of kings, the strength of 'God of War' Antigonus even surpassed that of his commander Iskandar.

However, with Kuanglan lured away and Shuoyue's firearms rendered ineffective, Antigonus did not choose to send his army forward. Instead, he led his troops out alone to confront the youths who had caused them heavy losses.